Kenico
Swordfreak and Master of the Pen
"A fight is only meaningless when the cause was not worth fighting for"- Jon Hawkwood
War of the Beasts
Chapter 1, "The Hawkwood Company"
Chisena, a rather small City-State on the west coast of Sibientir*...
...It had a population of over 100,000 on a good year, with only a third of that the militia. She had a sizable navy but only a meager flotilla of sky-ships in comparison...or at least she did...
Hawkwood looked up at the now overcast sky, his grayish green orbs fluttering as the bright white sky stared back at him. The sun was completely blotted out, along with the smell of rain in the air. It couldn't be helped, on top of that it was utterly cold even though spring had finally come to the continent. Jon growled as he held tight his cloak, his face hardened by both the melting winter and frustration. He passed the wreckage of a downed Sky-Ship, hobbling than walking to the main tent as he felt the blast of a Heat stone being used to warm the interior. He shook off the cold, shuddering while letting the cloak he wore give way to his arms as he pulled the hood down to reveal his graying brown hair.
Before him stood his Lieutenants and several Sergeants surrounding a square table of heavy oak. The map of Chisena was spread out over the table, the paper being held down by some tankards other heavy objects. Chisena was crescent shaped and by the look of the blue meant that the City was a coastal one, meaning they had a large harbor that could berth a considerable amount of ships. Too bad most of her Sea-Ships were trapped in said harbor due to either weather or the blockade of Sky-Ships that were hired out by the Company. It was also a tiered city, with several districts in ring like patterns. The bottom was the main City with its harbor, slums and other districts, the middle was where the obviously wealthy lived, and the top was where the main Keep was located in Sieges like this one...It is also where Hawkwood most likely assumed that the city council kept the treasury.
Six Months...he though to himself...Six Months of this tomfuckery, and these bastards are still being stubborn. I've nearly cracked their blasted walls three fucking times already! He growled as he stared at the map of the city. He indeed had sent his siege engines to crack their walls, only for one thing or another to stall his artillery be it sabotage or weather or whatever. Those and more alone gave the Chisena's Mages enough time to repair the wall with their restoration stones. He sighed as he recalled how they got to this point. As he said it began six months ago, with the neighboring city of Florenze contracting the Hawkwood Company to be their official/unofficial "Tax Collectors" to the city of Chisena, whose council owed a considerable amount of cash to Florenze. Chisena, for lack of a better word, had taken to the custom of ignoring Florenze's invoices and the final straw came when they sent a messenger back...his head stuck on a silver plated pike. So Florenze, feeling understandably miffed, contacted Hawkwood and requested that he retrieved their contracted gold plus interest. His reward would be any spoils he deemed compensation and should he not find anything substantial, they would compensate him for his troubles.
That was over Six Months ago, with the first two months being Jon trying to negotiate with the Council of Chisena into trying to hand over the money and not resulting in something bloody and pointless...needless to say, two bouts of arguments and an attempted assassination later and they were locked in a siege. Jon took with him 2000 infantry, several squads of Cavalry in the event Chisena attempted to deploy its own, half his supply corps, and only 50 Armsmen and their Armatai. Out of that, he had lost a third of his Cavalry, 500 troops, and 10 of his Armatai were either crippled, damaged, or completely destroyed with half of those armatai's armsmen dead. The only thing he still had were the Half of his Supply, and even then they were running out of resources from bolts, to bandages to keep up with Hawkwood's small detachment. Their food was running dangerously low and the Winter was to the point of ruin for them. Hawkwood was, for lack of a better word, pissed.
He stood there, looking at the map even more as the others in the tent were nervous to speak. They knew a week ago he had sent a message to Hawksnest to send reinforcements and more importantly supplies, but it was staring to become dire in that cold spring morning. He sat there as he looked down at the black line drawn on the map, indicating their latest plan...their possibly last hope...to finally breaching the wall of Chisena.
"How goes the digging?" he asked Head Quartermaster Fulgrim, looking up at the old Ork in a padded sleeveless shirt.
"The group down there are doing their best Sir. Captain Ronaldo and his Cavias are incredible diggers, though that is a gift given their origins" stated Fulgrim. "Our guys are practically giving them blessings from the gods for their assistance in this matter"
Ronaldo, thought Hawkwood. It was only three months ago that he met the Capybara Commander and his Infantry. They were indeed a boon to his army, which is why he wants the supplies more than troops. He was still pissed he lost 500 of his own men, but he was happy that Captain Ronaldo offered his services...on the understanding that certain payments were needed upon completion of the job. He didn't want Ronaldo's men to do the digging, but he needed more engineers to work in the tunnel they were digging out. It had been an arduous month, but they were getting closer and closer to the walls without the mages in Chisena taking notice...and he was thankful for such case.
"Who else do we have down there?" asked Jon.
"My Man Jalani and a few men under him Sir" stated Fulgrim, "He's overseeing the laying of the Wildfire crystals" he stated.
Jon smirked, "Good, when they come up for air tell them to take some time for food and fresh air, and tell both Ronaldo and Jalani that I don't have to remind them to be careful around those Wildfire Crystals."
"They know well sir, and they know damn well those crystals are basically firebombs encased in glass...they know what they're doing Captain." said Fulgrim confidently.
"For this to work...I hope so" stated Jon as he looked over his shoulder and into the overcast cold of Chisena...
Brom stared at the City of Chisena, growling as he lost count of how many times he engaged their forces and how many times all it was for nothing as the next morning the Artillery would go at their newly fixed walls anew. He sighed as he looked up at Gwin, the grayish white knight kneeling down and covered in the dew of the morning sprinkle. He shook his head as he saw his friend's cape fluttering in the wind, chuckling as he looked into the machine's crystal blue sensor eyes.
"I know big Guy" said Brom, "I'm hoping this wraps up too"
*Look at the Red Circle, its located in that knook
War of the Beasts
Chapter 1, "The Hawkwood Company"
Chisena, a rather small City-State on the west coast of Sibientir*...
...It had a population of over 100,000 on a good year, with only a third of that the militia. She had a sizable navy but only a meager flotilla of sky-ships in comparison...or at least she did...
Hawkwood looked up at the now overcast sky, his grayish green orbs fluttering as the bright white sky stared back at him. The sun was completely blotted out, along with the smell of rain in the air. It couldn't be helped, on top of that it was utterly cold even though spring had finally come to the continent. Jon growled as he held tight his cloak, his face hardened by both the melting winter and frustration. He passed the wreckage of a downed Sky-Ship, hobbling than walking to the main tent as he felt the blast of a Heat stone being used to warm the interior. He shook off the cold, shuddering while letting the cloak he wore give way to his arms as he pulled the hood down to reveal his graying brown hair.
Before him stood his Lieutenants and several Sergeants surrounding a square table of heavy oak. The map of Chisena was spread out over the table, the paper being held down by some tankards other heavy objects. Chisena was crescent shaped and by the look of the blue meant that the City was a coastal one, meaning they had a large harbor that could berth a considerable amount of ships. Too bad most of her Sea-Ships were trapped in said harbor due to either weather or the blockade of Sky-Ships that were hired out by the Company. It was also a tiered city, with several districts in ring like patterns. The bottom was the main City with its harbor, slums and other districts, the middle was where the obviously wealthy lived, and the top was where the main Keep was located in Sieges like this one...It is also where Hawkwood most likely assumed that the city council kept the treasury.
Six Months...he though to himself...Six Months of this tomfuckery, and these bastards are still being stubborn. I've nearly cracked their blasted walls three fucking times already! He growled as he stared at the map of the city. He indeed had sent his siege engines to crack their walls, only for one thing or another to stall his artillery be it sabotage or weather or whatever. Those and more alone gave the Chisena's Mages enough time to repair the wall with their restoration stones. He sighed as he recalled how they got to this point. As he said it began six months ago, with the neighboring city of Florenze contracting the Hawkwood Company to be their official/unofficial "Tax Collectors" to the city of Chisena, whose council owed a considerable amount of cash to Florenze. Chisena, for lack of a better word, had taken to the custom of ignoring Florenze's invoices and the final straw came when they sent a messenger back...his head stuck on a silver plated pike. So Florenze, feeling understandably miffed, contacted Hawkwood and requested that he retrieved their contracted gold plus interest. His reward would be any spoils he deemed compensation and should he not find anything substantial, they would compensate him for his troubles.
That was over Six Months ago, with the first two months being Jon trying to negotiate with the Council of Chisena into trying to hand over the money and not resulting in something bloody and pointless...needless to say, two bouts of arguments and an attempted assassination later and they were locked in a siege. Jon took with him 2000 infantry, several squads of Cavalry in the event Chisena attempted to deploy its own, half his supply corps, and only 50 Armsmen and their Armatai. Out of that, he had lost a third of his Cavalry, 500 troops, and 10 of his Armatai were either crippled, damaged, or completely destroyed with half of those armatai's armsmen dead. The only thing he still had were the Half of his Supply, and even then they were running out of resources from bolts, to bandages to keep up with Hawkwood's small detachment. Their food was running dangerously low and the Winter was to the point of ruin for them. Hawkwood was, for lack of a better word, pissed.
He stood there, looking at the map even more as the others in the tent were nervous to speak. They knew a week ago he had sent a message to Hawksnest to send reinforcements and more importantly supplies, but it was staring to become dire in that cold spring morning. He sat there as he looked down at the black line drawn on the map, indicating their latest plan...their possibly last hope...to finally breaching the wall of Chisena.
"How goes the digging?" he asked Head Quartermaster Fulgrim, looking up at the old Ork in a padded sleeveless shirt.
"The group down there are doing their best Sir. Captain Ronaldo and his Cavias are incredible diggers, though that is a gift given their origins" stated Fulgrim. "Our guys are practically giving them blessings from the gods for their assistance in this matter"
Ronaldo, thought Hawkwood. It was only three months ago that he met the Capybara Commander and his Infantry. They were indeed a boon to his army, which is why he wants the supplies more than troops. He was still pissed he lost 500 of his own men, but he was happy that Captain Ronaldo offered his services...on the understanding that certain payments were needed upon completion of the job. He didn't want Ronaldo's men to do the digging, but he needed more engineers to work in the tunnel they were digging out. It had been an arduous month, but they were getting closer and closer to the walls without the mages in Chisena taking notice...and he was thankful for such case.
"Who else do we have down there?" asked Jon.
"My Man Jalani and a few men under him Sir" stated Fulgrim, "He's overseeing the laying of the Wildfire crystals" he stated.
Jon smirked, "Good, when they come up for air tell them to take some time for food and fresh air, and tell both Ronaldo and Jalani that I don't have to remind them to be careful around those Wildfire Crystals."
"They know well sir, and they know damn well those crystals are basically firebombs encased in glass...they know what they're doing Captain." said Fulgrim confidently.
"For this to work...I hope so" stated Jon as he looked over his shoulder and into the overcast cold of Chisena...
Brom stared at the City of Chisena, growling as he lost count of how many times he engaged their forces and how many times all it was for nothing as the next morning the Artillery would go at their newly fixed walls anew. He sighed as he looked up at Gwin, the grayish white knight kneeling down and covered in the dew of the morning sprinkle. He shook his head as he saw his friend's cape fluttering in the wind, chuckling as he looked into the machine's crystal blue sensor eyes.
"I know big Guy" said Brom, "I'm hoping this wraps up too"
*Look at the Red Circle, its located in that knook
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