Monday, May 02, 2005

Dinishere the Unrenowned

Epic stories are born in times of sheer darkness. Glory glosses over one's inherent weaknesses and the prominent bathe in their majesty. The unsung heroes,the men who would truly die for the Empire are forgotten.One such figure goes by the name of Captain Wincor Dinishere, a soldier who served in the Imperial Army since the young age of 18. He was of mixed parentage, born to a Brettonian father, a merchant based in Middenheim, and a local mother of humble background.His first taste of military life goes back all the way to the garrison of his home, Middenheim. He was mostly engaged in guard duties, mundane patrols, settling of local matters, suppression of rash banditry and the occasional escorting of an Imperial official. Unlike his illustious counterparts, he is no man of god-given abilities. He is not gifted with piercing shrewdness nor is he an example of fighting prowess. However, he did inherit the heart of honour, the sense of duty examplified in the knights of Brettonia. With an undying dedication to the Emperor, and an iron-willto follow his directives, he slowly ascended the ranks of the garrison. Little did he predict that Chaos would greatly change his outlook to life. When the Storm of Chaos struck the Empire, the Imperial army was devastatingly short on men to face up to the darkness. The upper brass of the Imperial Army, fearful of losing their lofty nobles to the Chaotic scourge, rushed lowly soldiers like Dinishere into the frontlines to die in their place. Much against his will, he followed his directives to be stationed at the frontlines in the North of the Empire. In very inhumane conditions and overwhelming odds, Dinishere braved the teeth of Chaos. As he survived each day, losing his trusted associates to the brutality, he brewed a strong hatred for boththe pusillanimous upper brass of the Imperial Army and the pure darkness of Chaos. He was one of the few to survive the devastation and rose to the rank of Captain. Although the Empire lasted the ferocity of the Chaos onslaught, it was left in disorder and the shadow of Chaos continues to haunt the Empire. Regiments of Chaos harass the ravaged borders, a breakthrough will be disastrous for a recovering Empire. Now at an age of 38, Dinishere fights with his men in a unit called the "Grimmigkopf", a fast reaction army tasked with patrolling the northern borders of theEmpire, and to provide swift assistance to besieged Imperial defenders. In short, his men fill in the gaps incurred by Chaos on the Imperial defence lines. He bears great responsibilty, for his failure couldtopple the scarred Empire, the Bastion of Light in the Old World.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

The Lord of Aisenhald

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The Misty Night begins to wane as dusk approach. And at the crossroad between Middleheim Stronghold and Marienburg, the dew slowly evaporates as the faint signs of the Sun ray glooms across the horizon. In a distance, there is a low rumbling, the bass sound of galloping from dozens of horses approaching the crossroad. The distinctive Banners and Chalons slowly appear among the fog. Before Long, The Knights of Bretonnia rally upon this junction.
As the sun slowly appears on the horizon, clearing the already fading fog, the full image of the Vanguard of Tempest emerges before its commander, Lord Casta De Bromric.

Upon his hippogriff he stood, A man of his early 50s, Lord Bromric is a recognisable figure in the Royal Council and has been viewed by His Majesty, the King as a great debater, a good listener and a philanthropist to the people who live in his lands.
Though he is a surbodinate of the Duke of Carcassonnes, by the luck of the stars, he is respected among his peers and has receive many praises from the Duke himself. Such attention nowadays among the nobles would only breed jealousy and eventually would result in a conspiracy to remove the intend person, which in the case of Lord Bromric, it is not so.
First Born of Lord Gromly the Grave, Lord Bromric was an inqusitive young man. Throughout his ascension in his knighthood, he had seen brutal attacks from the North and the East, for Carcassonnes is at the frontline of Bretonnia. Undead, Chaos, Empire, Dark Elves and Norsemen, the province of Carcassones have seen it all, over the ages, battling and repelling every single invader. And in the lands of Aisenhald, at the eastern tip of the province, it is where Lord Bromric has see the taint of chaos and the corruption it has spread across the lands from the Empire. The insanity it has brought to some. Though the taint is rarely seen in the beloved lands of Bretonnia, Lord Bromric's unfortuanate siblings were driven insane by the darkness and abysmal effect of Chaos. It was at the point when Lord Bromric's two brothers slayed each other with the cost of many other lives, that Lord Bromric questions how the Good can prevail such infinite evil and darkness. It is then that he receive the vision from the Lady of the Lake, but it was seemingly unclear. He took upon the quest to find out the truth to his question and for 20 years he quested, finally meeting the Lady and the Holy Grail... But of what the Lady has spoke to him, noone has ever known. Till this day, it still lays hidden in his heart.
And though many of the controversies that lay in his heart remained kept like a vault, In a World where many cannot distinguish from blind faith and heresy, he is still a epitomical figure in his lands, where the people rely on his judgement and put their sons lives into his hands.

"Too few have returned" He mumbled under his breath.

Its been almost two seasons since the forthcoming of the never-ending horde that would have reign down upon the Old World, enveloping the many realms under its abyssmal darkness.
The Storm of Chaos has finally ended, and it is through the blood of Countless Men, Elves, Dwarves and Others who fought against such uncomprehensible evil led by The Lord of End Times, the aftermath was in favour of those who represent the very existance of the Old World.

The sacrifice was great and while many tend to their wounds cause by the chaotic onslaught from those who seek to eliminate the existance of the current inhabitants of the Old World, the Vanguard of Tempest persisted on, along with the remnants of the Bretonnian Errantry Armies and King's Retinue, patrolled the lands of Middleheim, hunting down scattered Chaos Tribes who still lurk around the lands and other intruders that have plunder and loot the lands of the beloved Empire.

Lord Bromric could still recall the time when the horns of war were blowned and the glorious armies of the Lords of Bretonnia prepared to march east towards Marienburg. Like an ever-flowing ocean of heraldries that coloured the plains of Carcasonnes, the undaunted Knights and battle-hardened men-at-arms stride forward to their impending doom.

The wrath of war had taken away almost nine hundred of his men, leaving only a hundred knights and seemingly fewer men-at-arms. Many were worned out, dirt-filled and in a state of emptiness. Broken Armor, Fresh Scores of Scars, Rusted metal, Flies and the Stench of Death were but a few of the more simplistic description of the state of the remaining complement of the Army.

"Our time here is done, our duty served. Now Our King beckons us to return to our homeland to restablish our defenses. We head west, Jared" Lord Bromric commented.

Sir Jared Wilcox, Head Paladin of the Vanguard of Tempest nodded upon the Lord's Command and guided the remnants of the Army towards Marienburg, independent city of trade. Pulling the reigns of his pegasus, he took flight, accompanied by his retinue.

Like arrows through the sky, the winged horses strode forward, piercing the wind, while the weary nobles and men lurch forth on the long road home.

The Lord took a long gaze towards the North Eastern Horizon where realm of Chaos lies, his eyes express the many thoughts that plague his mind...
"Blessed are those who go into the next world, for this is but the thunder before the storm. It has only just begun.. I fear that this will not be the last time we set foot upon this lands.. I can feel it through my soul, evil is stirring, evil is brewing.." Lord Bromric muttered under his visor, before he rode along side the Army

Warrior of Marienburg

General Resepov Alastar :
Born of the House of Merogens, was in command of the former MarienBurger Garrison and the de-facto administrative head of MarienBurg before the province declared its own independence under Boris Goldgather. Nonetheless, knowing the tenacity and bravery of the Garrison and the superior skill and tactics that Gen Resepov used against the Orcs countless times as they tried to sack the Province, the Ruling Emperor Karl Fraz, recalled them from the province reassigning them to be the Empire’s "Jade Vanguard."
Now roaming the territories of them Empire, patrolling, they are ever-ready to respond to the Emperor’s call within a moment’s notice.
A prime man in his early 30’s, Resepov has made a reputable military career leading countless victories against the Orcish raids at a young age. Some suggest that he was born a military genius. Nonetheless, he was not without flaws as well. Being a young man, his fire and rash attitudes constantly put his men at the brink of being massacred. The larger the odds, the more his will to fight on knowing that a success in that would not only grant glory to him and his men and furnishing their reputation as the finest in the Empire’s army but also drive the enemy into thinking twice before launching an offensive on the lands of the Empire of Men and its people.
Upon the untimely death of Tripis Goldgather during a hunting game, falling of from his steed, Resepov was appointed the Governor of Marienburg, filling the throne for the young Count, before he come of age. Through out his 5 year term as governor, Resepov was an extremely unpopular figure. Always putting his men on the priority intead of the people of Marienburg, a great deal of the state’s coffers went to filling the pockets of his Men instead of development of the province. Though the matter escape the knowledge of the Emperor himself due to Resepov’s success on the field.
Thus on the ascension of Boris GoldGather, Marienburg declared independence without a hitch and has been fiercely independent since.
No matter, Resepov’s men are ultimately loyal to him, earning their respect with his dedication, love and trust for them. Not forgetting his capability, fighting prowess, tactic and skills in the field. So much to the extent that they swore an oath of allegiance, loyalty, and love to him putting their word that they’ll put one of their offsprings under the command of himself or his decendants ….