Grindle Family/CripRP/Ash Sea Islands War

Ash Sea Islands War

Skat and a Chat before the Battle

26-27 Feb 2008

[This is too long to put here, so I've stuck it on a separate page for Skat and a Chat. This involved Lady Ain and Sir Friedroch.

Just Before Battle in Aja

28 Feb 2008

Crip has plenty to think about.

Where is Haragh?

Where is the rest of the Brandy?

How many enemy troops are yet to appear on the horizon?

What lies ahead in my Falasan career?

Will I survive this battle?

Is it right and proper that the smallest troop in the Black Army is that of the new King?

What's inside this pyramid?

Why didn't I wonder about what was inside this pyramid before now?

Are my newer recruits going to be as strong in battle as the veteran soldiers from the Eston war?

When you refuse the first skat card in tournee, what are the options if you then turn up one of the wentzels?

His thoughts drift on randomly, as the enemy soldiers come ever closer to his defensive position.

Battle in Aja

28 Feb 2008

[This refers to the battle in Aja, the first battle of Falasan's involvement in the Ash Sea Islands War.]

Yesterday, at sunset.

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Crip's thoughts soon focus on the troops appearing on the horizon. So many of them. And so many siege engines in their midst. Crip looks at his sword. Not bad, but he could have done with Haragh's expertise on the blade today. Talking of Haragh, where was he?

But no - no time to worry about him now - he could make out the familiar Talerium banners, and saw a few others he recognised to be Taran and Darkan. Even a couple of Eston ones in the mix, though they seemed to be off to one side. Probably Arturius, off to hide somewhere.

The approaching army is immense, and the arrows start to rain in. Crip stands on one side of the pyramid, leaving the archers to do some damage back, and wonders how strong the structure is. And what is it? Who built this enormous thing right here, and how long has it...

Werner: Charge!

Crip's captain runs forward with the men, and Crip goes with them, as his mind turns to his belly. Hungry? At a time like this? No - not hunger, more a slight sickness. Nervousness? Him? Surely not.

Werner: Sir!

Crip is jolted back to the fight, and just has time to duck from a Taran sword. So far, so good, the army is holding together well, only one casualty, one of the new recruits, too slow with his lunge. Crip's brain links from swords to sword-sharpeners to Haragh. Where can he have got to. And with the brandy too, and... damn, where did they come from.

Crip: To me! Regroup!

Crip expertly brings his men back into line, just in time, and they deal a big blow to the advancing lines of the enemy, without sustaining any more casualties. But the enemy keep coming. Soldier after soldier, appearing through the siege engines, through the barrage of swords, arrows and stones. Stones? Where are they coming from? Crip looks for the source, and almost swallows his tongue.

Crip: Haragh!

Sir Loronzo's cavalry have come up right next to his position, and there, lurking at the back on his excuse for an animal, is Haragh. With a whole sack of stones he's clearly been collecting, hurling them at the enemy.

Crip: Haragh, come here and...

Oh, never mind, he's actually quite a good shot with those rocks. Crip has to let out a grin as a Darkan warrior is stunned on the head by one of Haragh's rocks for long enough for one of Loronzo's men to cut him down. Crip looks to his right, expecting to see his King, but there's a gap where they used to be. Crip hopes the King is ok, for he can't see any of his small troop of men still standing. That would be the shortest even reign of a King, or indeed any council member. Talking of council members...

Werner: Sir! Left!

Crip: Oh? Oh! Left! Turn!

Crip's men turn to their left, but too late to prevent damage. Five men go down as a Talerium assault knocks them flying. Right, time to prove why you're in the Black Army, Crip, he tells himself.

Crip: To me! Prutu, Lerati, cover the rear. The rest of you, hold... hold... Now!

The eight remaining men run headlong into a flurry of Taran swords, cutting a path through the men. He looks to his right, and is shocked to see the number of Talerium forces still standing, and heading for Loronzo. He hears some unnatural horse sounds as he keeps his attention on his Taran opponents, and is relieved to see many of them lying dead, and his remaining men still standing, with Prutu and Lerati fending off a couple of eager young Talerium soldiers. He looks back to Loronzo's men. They've been less fortunate - the huge bunch of Talerium soldiers have slaughtered the horses, and, oh!

Crip: Haragh! Take him! Go!!

Crip motions to Haragh to leave the stones, and tend to Sir Loronzo, though he needn't have bothered, Haragh was already on his way. Crip turns back to the fight. Damn his stomach. He pauses a moment, unsure of whether he's going to vomit, but fortunately the moment passes. Can't be nervousness, surely, not in the middle of battle. Hmm... I wonder what _was_ in those pies...

Crip's men finish off the group of Tarans that they had surprised, and leave them all dead or retreating. Only one more of the newer recruits had been wounded; the rest were ready for more. Crip takes a moment to look around. So many dead and wounded everywhere; the battle is looking to be won by the attackers, and only five other troops of infantry still seem to be functioning. And yet still there are a few more troops coming through the siege engines. A never-ending supply of reinforcements.

Crip: Werner! We have to group together with Sir Lasten's men - too few of us here!

Crip's heart pounds, and his stomach gurgles unplesantly, as he rushes to try to move towards Sir Lasten before he's cut off. But he's not in time. Too long spent finishing off the Tarans, he didn't leave enough time to regroup to the rest of the army. He curses himself, and makes a note not to make the same mistake again. If he gets a chance to.

The huge mob of Talerium soldiers, finished with Sir Loronzo's troop, block his path. Prutu and Lerati give warning of some Darkan troops coming in to reinforce their Taran comrades from Crip's rear. And Crip and Werner can't go forward any further. Trapped, Crip can't see a way out.

Yuji, blood dripping from his sword, runs from the ranks, right into the Talerium soldiers. With his huge strength, he lifts one soldier clean off his feet, and dumps him on top of another. Taken aback by the ferocity, the Talerium soldiers pause for just long enough for Crip's men to try an escape. Werner leads them on, with Crip and Yuji bringing up the rear. Yugi, trying to protect his leader, takes on one too many, and like ants attacking a large spider, the Talerium soldiers finally get in the fatal blow they've been threatening.

Crip is only twenty metres away from Sir Lasten when the Talerium soldiers close in on them. Only the threat of Lasten's troops cause them to leave quickly, just wounding Crip and his men, rather than adding them to the total of the deceased.

Crip feels the pain in his stomach. And the pain in his leg. And his head starts to throb, as he sees some of Sir Freidroch's men's arrows passing over his head, the only things he can see other than clouds, as he's carried away to safety. Yet he he is content with his honourable performance. And those wentzels, probably would have the options of declaring that suit the trump, or going for grand tournee. And must not remember to eat squirrel ever again, and... quite comfortable this...

Returning to the Capital

1 March 2008

Crip trod wearily towards Barad Gardor, with his scribe Liert, Haragh (for once remembering who his master was), and the last six of his men. Only Prutu, Lerati and Junn, along with captain Werner, still remained from the original troop he'd recruited all that time ago in the middle of the war with Eston. Many had died since then, most of them valiantly defending the realm, and a few of them less-valiantly trying to ward off a grotesque group of undead.

Liert: No, sir, nothing yet.

Crip: No news at all, Liert? Nothing from the King?

Liert: No, sir, sorry. But, we've not had the most recent post from today yet. It's waiting for us in Barad Gardor. We'll can pick it up as soon as we arrive.

Crip: [smiling happily] Ah, good. Yes, make that a priority on arrival, please, Liert. Second on the list after arranging a comfortable bed for the night. I'm exhausted.

Junn: [looking up at Crip's horse as he walks alongside with the other men, and muttering] You're tired.

Crip: Sorry, Junn?

Junn: Just agreeing you were tired, sir. You look as if you could do with a good rest. And a fine meal. And someone to fetch your post.

Crip: [choosing to ignore the sarcasm he half-senses] That I could, Junn. Time to recover from my battle wounds, and rest from this long journey. And brush up on the rules surrounding the declaration of Grand Tournee. And I have a few other papers from the Duke to read. Tiring life, Junn.

Junn: [trying to ignore the blisters on his feet] Yes, sir.