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wissenlander:
The terrain was rugged, but bare for many miles around.  This had been the work done many years before by woodsmen and soldiers, doing their best to keep the road safe and secure.  The only conceivable way to do this was to have a large ‘kill zone’ available for passing caravans.  Off in the distance to the east began the deep entangled forest.  A short distance to the west was a small river, known as the Kaltfluss for it’s abnormally cold water.  On the opposite edge of the river bank the trees were sparse; they too seemed to be afraid of getting too close to the icy cold waters of the river.

Ortolf von Brennenburg sat atop his horse and patted her gently.  All around him was madness as runners received there orders and rode off in the direction of their commanders.  Meanwhile, gun crews readied their guns just in case they were needed.  Sitting atop a hill was the command staff of the Talabec region, come together briefly for a quick council of war.

“We are holding well, sir,” stated Simon "Donnerhertz" Rodimutz.  “My force has also lost some steam.  We can see the giant effigy atop Morr’s Gate, less than leagues away from where our lines have been drawn but the orcs are making one hell of a stand.”

Ortolf said nothing.  He pulled out his spyglass and looked off into the distance to see his battleline holding.  The attack had lost momentum and the sudden route of the orcs turned into a bitter fight along several miles.  The launching of the attack had caught the greenskins by surprise, but only briefly.  If not for those Chaos Dwarf engineers that were scouting the area they would have overrun the orcs and destroyed that Port and that massive obscene effigy. 

Von Brennenburg closed the spyglass with a harsh smack and stowed it away in a side pouch.  Even without the visual aid he could still see the harbor known as ‘Port Maw’ nestled into a crook of the Kaltfluss only a league away.  He muttered something quit yet bitterly, but all present knew it was his frustration that he had not yet received support from the gunboats on the river.  Looking off to the right slightly he could make out above the treeline the massive effigy that Rodimutz had spoken of.  These two points would be destroyed and the back of the orc invasion would be broken in this area.

“Donnerhertz,” Ortolf began.  “We have just received reinforcements from one Marshal Fragazzi.  Take his men and renew the assault on your sector of the field.  We must take down that statue.  If we can bring it down it will go a long way in defeating this menace.”

Donnerhertz smiled broadly, saluted and spurred his charger in the direction of his forces.

Ortolf pulled the reigns of his horse to the right and he quickly whipped around to face three men all atop horses themselves.  These men commanded the reserve battalions and without support from the river all would be lost soon as the weight of the orcish attack would overwhelm the men of the Empire. 

“Gentlemen,” Ortolf started as he steadied his horse.  “The orcs are about to launch their fleet from that damned harbor.  If we cannot break through their lines and reach it, they will catch us exposed, pouring horrendous fire into our flanks,” the grizzled veteran paused for a moment to clear his throat.  “I ask that you three renew the attack so we may regain the advantage.”

The three men nodded warily, understanding that this to be the climax of the campaign.

“Wolfgang, you take your Black Company and act as the spearhead.  Concentrate your efforts and punch a hole through their line.  You have done a fine job thus far in this campaign and I have every confidence in you to achieve this task.

“Jodas, take your men of Gorim and exploit any gaps that may be presented to you.  You have the largest single force that I have and I hope that your weight of numbers will be too much for those greenskins to handle.

“Rufas, your men have had some trouble of keeping themselves from fighting one another, so I trust that they will focus their energy upon the enemy in this fight.  Keep a safe distance yourself, however.  You are one of my ablest wizards and we shall need you in other areas before this fight is through.”

The men nodded and as they gave their farewells to their commander, a sly smile cracked the face of the old veteran.

“Belay that last order men,” Ortolf smiled broader.  “Our help has arrived.”

The men turned hastily to see several dots upon the river.  Several gunboats were heading with all haste up river, fighting the swift current as they hurried to enter the fray.

clausewitz:
Nice story there Wissenlander.  Good luck to all the Talabec Border players this week, give 'em hell boys.

Oh.. and my army needs to get back to Talabheim after this campaign is over, so try and keep a road open  :wink:

wissenlander:
Will do Clausewitz. :wink: 

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Rolf Gruberson stood at the base of the bowsprit of his command ship, the Dragon’s Fire.  His largely plumed hat and audacious red uniform befitted a pirate more than a newly commissioned Commodore of the Imperial Navy.  He looked oddly out of place from the rest of his crew who wore muted and somber old uniforms.

He held tight to riggings about him as the waters tossed his vessel to and fro.  He looked up to see the two masts hanging tightly to the bright white sails, a full wind blowing steadily.  It always reminded him of his uncle, a rather fat man, after eating at the Great Solstice Feast in Nordland.  The current was strong and was fighting against his vessel but the strong wind at his back urged the schooner forward.

Off in the distance could be seen Port Maw, the harbor of the greenskins and Chaos Dwarfs upon the River Kaltfluss.  Multiple barges were loosing their sails and began to lumber down the river towards them.  Gruberson giggled slightly; he loved combat and the exhilaration more than any normal man should.   The Commodore’s playful expression turned quickly to a stone cold gaze of determination and he began to bark orders.

“Herr Untergraf,” belted Gruberson towards a man in the crow’s nest.  “What do you see?”

“Six barges, sir, varying size” replied the man, cupping his mouth so that the words would carry further.  “They’re large hulks, look to be more gun platforms then sailing vessels.”

“Send the signal to the fleet, two lines!” Gruberson marched off as the call echoed about the ship to hoist the signal flags.

To the port side of the Dragon’s Fire came a larger vessel, the largest of the small fleet, the corvette Sigmar’s Strength, commanded by Captain Klaus Egranz.  Trailing behind came the warsloops Griffon, Vindicator and Zundap to finish off the first line.

Gruberson moved hurriedly to his command deck, soon followed by his first mate Adolphus Richter.  The Commodore checked behind him to see the only other schooner in his fleet, the Indignation, which did a good job at hiding the smaller warsloops, Oberverst, Maria and Pride of the Reik.

Again he smiled.  He had waited impatiently for command of his own fleet and now, for the first time he would engage in combat at the helm of a flagship…

wissenlander:
If anyone else has some stories they would like to add to this that would be awesome.  You could bring it from your perspective in the fight, whatever that may be.  The guys at da Warpath are going to chime in with 'counter fluff.'

Goomb:
Into the Twilight - The Final Chapters of the Crown
1. Meeting of Da Green Tide

The roaring fire illuminated in the massive cave, filling the cavern with acrid smoke that would have choked a normal man.   The ancient wood from the Great Forest seemed to scream as the flames greedily licked at the sturdy bark and softer inner core.  None in the cave were concerned with the constant popping and hissing coming from the fire: they were more important issues at hand.

The flickering light reflected the stress and wear of war.  Up to this point, the war had not gone as planned: Da Migrashun, Da Cruzade and Da Lootaz had all met with strong resistance from the other races seeking the shiney hat.  Stunties, umies and skinnies had managed to contain the greenskin invasion.  Even nature had thwarted the greenskins best laid plans to turn the forest into a cinder! 

Not all was doom and gloom, however.  Gork’s Maw and Port Maw had been constructed and fortified, and Da Big Zoggin Effigy stood high above the trees of the Great Forest as a monument to greenskin and Chaos Dwarf resourcefulness, perseverance and engineering.  The greenskins, inspired by their effigy, and Chaos Dwarves, with their massive barrage of rockets, had begun to turn the tide of battle in the last week, and the warlords were in better spirits.     

Standing over the assembly was a silent, watchful Goomb.  His brow was furrowed as he was lost in thought.  Grimgor was on the move and not happy with the rank and file, but even more disturbing was the latest intelligence from the forward scouts.  The cursed Fellowship of Light consisting of the stunties, skinnies in the wood and umies were gathering near the Tower of Moonrise.  The road and river would soon be choked with enemy scum, and they had one purpose: destroy the greenskins!

Clearing his throat suddenly, he took a deep breath and thundered: “All right, ya zoggin gits!  Shod up!  All ov ya!  Shod up ova there!  Iz ben hearin dat dem zogging stunties an umies iz comin up da road an river fer uz.  Dey iz sittin at da Tower right now, and soon dey’ll be marhin nort.  So, itz up ta uz ta smash em before dey git ere!  Git yer boyz an head south ta krump dem.  WAAAGH!”

The greenskin warlords howled “WAAAGH” with rage and approval as they moved out of the cavern.  With a grunt of satisfaction, Goomb turned to his Aid Warboss BroadPaunch and smirked.  With this massive battle approaching, neither boss would be sitting behind in the stronghold.

“Better git yer boyz, BroadPaunch.  Dis iz gonna be fun!”

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