Another AAR… worst of all: I do not write English grammar very well

Prologue

There are the little things the ones that change everything, like the trees next to the village of Serindiar, there in the woods the great hero Grunwalder make the long pikes that pierced the swadian lords and knigths in that battle for the independence, exactly in the bottleneck between the forests and mountains. Pure Rhodok lands. Sealed then that pass with a great and new castle build after, maybe one the best defensive positions in all the lands where the old Calradic Empire exists. There are the little things the ones that really matter, the lake in the village where a father and a son can fish, the forest where a free Rhodok man can hunt without a vaegir or swadian lord hunting your head for that, the mulberry trees and kermes for the silk and dye, the green lands that extend from the Grunwalder castle to the paradise city of Veluca with their lemon trees and flowers of all types.

There are the little things the ones that change everything, like the Tribunes of the ephemeral Rhodok republic, protector lords of the people that blinded by their greediness, turned the republic with public servants into a kingdom with count and countesses that only serve themselves, first was de lord of Culmarr Castle what called himself as a count, then all the others. All of them forsake the ancient liberties for that the hero dies. Even Graveth, the king of the Rhodok in this days, loved by ones, hated by others, the one that became king betraying the Rhodok law by bringing weapons to the royal council of nobles. He saved the nobles and maybe the kingdom in that day, and a King was born to the people, but a Claimant was created as well, and he forsake his people too and went to the other Calradic lands and nobles asking for help to reclaim the throne that he things belongs to him, even to the kingdoms and nobles that are enemies to the Rhodok and want to see their destruction. One who blackmails the nobles to became a king, another who wants to and is a traitor.

There are the little things the ones that change everything, from an idyllic peace to a cruel war. First a border incident, some Rhodok deserters laid waste to a village in the swadian part of the border, one Count Ryis´s Counties, Tshibtin, and then the swadians practically forget their war with the Khergits and throw everything to another of vengeance. Soon everything that was beautiful where destroyed by so called knights and nobles, lands where wasted, houses where burned, mans where killed, women where raped, and with their children put on slavery, the animals slaughtered, all the lemon and mulberry trees destroyed, and all the green tainted with the red of fire and blood. Padungur and Serindiar first that night while the Rhodok´s border armies stand on their castles. Doing nothing.

Absolutely loved it. Please continue!

1. A Dark red Night.

Was in a dark night lighten with torches and candles everywhere at first, the people of Serindiar where celebrating the return of two of their citizens, the brothers Ernest and Valda, young grandchildren of one of the sergeant warriors in the spearwall with Grunwalder himself in that legendary battle. Dancing and feasting where caught the people of Serindiar, celebrating the new herd of cattle that those two bring to them after steal the cows and bulls from the village of Nomar. Nine where required for a small herd, but the young brothers bring ten to the village. She stole them at the night before, dressed with a black robe and armed with a bow, and he protected her sister and the cattle from another looters and mountain bandits in the way at home. Merchants from Veluca participated too in the celebrations, them where returning to home after selling the velvets and wine of the kingdom in places as far as Reyvadin and Wercheg.

Was in a dark night lighten with the surprising fire of the houses at one side of the village. That stops the party immediately, but no one except a mercenary of the caravan, a warrior named Bunduk knew in that time what was happening at that time. He saw the shadows of the intruders looking at the dark, instead to the light of the fire where everyone else was seeing. – Swadians! – The mercenary screamed, and then they attack with a volley of crossbows fired in surprise from the darkness, and then they charge with their swords and pikes of their infantry.  The Rhodoks citizens fought bravely that dark red night, but no valor can stand armed with only improvised weapons as wooden maces and short knives, against long swords, pikes and chain armors, soon their screams of pain and for mercy filled the air in Serindiar. Women and children rout to outside the village, by the only side between the houses on fire, the lake and the swadian infantry, but those in the end screamed as well, the swadian cavalry were waiting outside the village. No one on feet could escape from those on horse; the knight’s swords were soon tainted in red.

Only a few survivors see the other day, one of them was the merchant´s daughter, Ymira of Veluca, she and Ernest were dancing when all happened. The man saved her life in that moment, he run with her to the little dock aside the lake, and said to her to stay under the tables, between the water and the wooden surface. Wet but alive and unwounded the next morning, she was the first that saw the destruction of the village, houses were burned to the ground, the herd was slaughtered, and the earth was filled of corpses, men and women with she traveled and feast hours ago. Their faces were frozen in expressions filled with terror, with suffering, and with fury. She saw them, and for a moment she believed that they where no faces but terrible masks instead. She listened short after, and discovered that between all that dead and corpses, there were still some survivors. Eventually she found her father, alive but seriously wounded, Bunduk were on the same state but the two men survive the next days until healed. Only that three of the caravan survive, of the village, a few of other men and women, including her savior, Ernest.

Ernest opened his eyes and saw Ymira´s face, and for a moment he smiled as a fool, but then he remembered everything. The screams, the fire and the blood. The swadians. His friends. His family, Ernest felt the pain of the lost, he saw his father die in front his eyes, an infantry soldier of the swadian pierced through the left eye of his father with a spear. The old man died almost instantly, soon after the soldier was killed, and revenge was fulfilled for a time, a short time before the blackout. Then the man could feel on his chest about his sister, he saw Valda run with another women and the children to the open field outside the village. The other survivors tell him the truth, only few women could escape to the cavaliers, and hours later he know it, none of them where his sister, but she and other were not with the dead. The survivors passed three days burying the corpses, the only thing worst that seeing a man or a boy stabbed multiple times by swords or lances, or pierced by bolts, was to see half-naked women, stabbed multiple times by swords or lances, the difference was that their deaths gave them peace, in moments of unspeakable suffering. 

The Swadians do their worst that night, and their commander only smile to that, a ˝noble˝ dressed in red and blue mail, with a kind of sphere and a fish as heraldry. The screams full of terror and pain that night could be listened as far as Grunwalder castle, but that night, there were no a hero.

Not one at all.

Besides the grammar mistakes, a great chapter!

Maybe you should chance the name of your AAR (and of the threat).

Looks great! I can easily overlook many of the grammar mistakes, so as Captured Joe suggested you may want to change the AAR's name.

Wow the story is really good, you threw in lot of details other ignored.  By the way is that count Tredian?  Cause the fish symbol?

2. the war of the Lord of Veluca

The flower petals fell slowly upon the champion of the three day tournament of Jelkalla. He raised his head for a moment seeing the people cheering him, and the young noblewomen giggling at him, but then he closed his eyes and nod with his head, feeling nothing about that empty victory. What was a tournament really? Fight for the fun of the nobles and peasants, for what? Renown? Money? Women? The prize of the tournament, the most important that year in Rhodok lands was a great sword, as big as a pike, tempered for a really strong man. A Sword of War for a true warrior, given by Graveth himself in front of all the people that was seeing the tournament. – I only want to fight the Swadians my king. – said the warrior in that moment. Graveth smiled as a response to the gloomy young , but he wasn´t the only one doing it, Count Matheas, Lord of Veluca, smiled as well listening to the kneeled champion from near. That man was a spearman in his army, a servant of him. The same words he has listened before from him.

He only wanted to fight the Swadians. The lord of Veluca could make that possible, in the past days he fought indeed the swadians near his city, with the help of other two noble commanders he make rout the three lords that separate one of another try to waste the lands inside the kingdom. Padungur and Serindiar have to pay the price making the bait, but the lord did not care for that in that time, there were no his properties anyway. In the feast the lord smiled again couple of times, but that time as a mask, the lords vote a marshal, Matheas, but the king finally choose another. At least his daughter, Aliena was crowned by the taciturn champion as the princess of beauty and love of those days of tournament, maybe some try of the peasant to make his lord happy with him, think Matheas, but then the lord think on send him with the first wave at the first battle. That peasant said to her that was her admirer.

But he didn´t die, that warrior took the weapons that were given to him, and his sword, and in every battle he make a good use of them. The spearman soon became a veteran one, and he fought swadians indeed, in the villages of Yaragar and Nomar, and against the swadian lords that defend them, the count Delinard and the rest of the swadian armies that from the west came to help him. In vain. And then against Harlaus himself and his armies near the city of Veluca. Two months later of the tournament at Jelkalla, Matheas felt good with his personal campaign against the swadians, he and few other lords stops the incursion groups from Harlaus´s retainers, a greater deed that the fail of the Marshal of the Rhodok at take Shariz in the Sarranid land, maybe he could be the next lord marshal. One night in Veluca the lord receive a letter, and thinking about it he walked under the full moon upon the walls of the city. – What´s your name soldier? – ask finally the count to the soldier who most have killed Swadians in the past weeks. – Ernest, from Serindiar. -

The next day, the lord and his retainers, and the warrior departed to the Sarranid lands.

3. The Siege of Weyyah Castle.

That was a suicide, everything was under that full moon, and the only ladder that stood in its place was between two towers packed of sarranid skirmishers and archers. The enemy arrows and javelins taxed a lot of Rhodok blood of the warriors trying to take a position in the enemy´s walls that night. – I am very lucky to have an umbrella, I am not sure if I can stand the local´s weather. – Joke a sharpshooter to the veteran Ernest, shooting his arbalest shortly after when he found not any response from his companion. – I will get bored with you in this battle, come on talk to me. – said later the man recharging his weapon. The first unit was taking heavy causalities in that moment. The second unit, commanded by the Rhodok Sergeant Higgins was waiting the order for advance. It came eventually when the first units need reinforcements to push the battle to the castle stairs. The sergeant ordered to raise the shields because any of the towers were controlled yet, the commander had to separate his unit in three. One part to one of the towers, other to the other tower, and the more large part to reinforce the ragged first unit. Ernest was in one of the groups that assault the towers, but they weren´t quickly enough.

The Rhodok Sergeant Higgins fell dead on the base of the Rhodok´s banner, put on a double sided lance crossed by the flag. One of Count Gharmall bastard sons, Terrance, replaced him. Thirty seconds later was killed by an enemy´s guard. Richard, former bandit from the highlands took his post, less of a minute later his blood tainted the standard. The Rhodok citizen, Hans of Ruldi asked for the place. A sarranid javelin pierced his neck shortly after. Hilda, a valiant camp follower of the village of Ibdeles fought fiercely to defend the color, killed an enemy footman, and then she was killed by another. The Rhodok Sharpshooter Ulrich stood next to the banner. The same volley that liquidate other two sharpshooters, the only ones left in that moment, deform the man´s face to a like similar of the ones at his home village of Glumnar. All the Sarranid reserves were assaulting that point of the castle, trying to expel the Rhodoks back to their ladder and outside of the castle. Philip, the other bastard of count Gharmall, stood aside the standard. Three arrows and a pike took him nearly instantly. There were not more characters to defend the banner, so the veteran Caleb, the oldest of the Rhodok soldiers in that battle that day took Higgins’s glaive and stood in guard in front of their enemies. Then a game message; Reinforcements have arrived.

Ernest and a trained spearman named Adolf face the skirmishers and archers from the tower to the right the ladder, booth using their board shields and Ernest a one handed sword, and Adolf his pike, the two seek their first opponents, the master archer commanding that post and a skirmisher, one died by the sword and the another by a pike. Eventually there were victorious, but no in time to arrive to help their partners, but at least in time to charge aside the reinforcements. Adolf took the Rhodok banner tainted by the blood of their companions, and protected by Ernest, and his sword and board shield, took it by force to the castle keep. With the sunrise that Rhodok flag was atop the keep of the castle of Weyyah, flapping with the fierce wind, full of the dead cast the past night.

wow, great job! keep it up.

Great man, keep up the good work

thanks for everything... now i have to make some decisions, the rhodok and swadia make peace XD

and... yeah, that was Tredian, but i do not see how a rhodok peasant could name one swad lord from another

Is there still going on something here?

4. The Battle at Ismirala Brigde

- The Jarl is that one on the horse, easy to recognize huh? – Petrov said with a silently voice, grinning to the archer woman that accompanies him, the nord where crossing the bridge on that time, marching in a great line of men with one on a war horse on the firsts places. – Yes – she whispered, warming on that moment her hands with her armpits, and then taking her bow and an arrow. – On my signal. – He ordered then, taking his bow and preparing it to shoot. That was a cold night in the Vaegir lands, cold like that dark red one, and with the promise of blood as well, just like that night really. Petrov was a Marksman under the service of Boyar Ralcha, and the leader of a little ambush force of three archers and two veteran soldiers near the bridge near Ismirala Castle, the Boyar´s fief, all of them proud Vaegir men, except one that was a woman, a woman and a foreigner.  A huscarl looked to their lord for a moment, but just in that time, piercing the darkness three arrows crossed the sky landing in the chest and the helmet of that man that then fell from his horse.

Distant screams from the other side of the bridge take the attention of the rest of the huscarls for a moment, the Vaegir cavalry where attacking in that time the rear of the nord march, the place where the archers march aside the more weak men, Vaegir infantry charge to that position as well, aiding the knights in their bloody work. The colors of Boyar Ralcha, and he himself attacked on that part of the river. Nord armies will always fight to the dead, but there are the little things the ones that change everything, three little arrows. The chaos propagate in the nord line trapped in the Ismirala´s side of the bridge, ones too brave to escape really fought to their dead, others too coward to fight back without the Jarl rout to no place to go, the safe city of Wercheg was too far away,  and the castle of Alburq was already on Vaegir hands. Successful in their efforts the task force run to a boat prepared with the purpose, escaping from the certain death that where in the huscarls axes and blades that charge to them in a revengeful effort, there were no success in a guard force that cannot guard their lord. They do the only thing that could save their duty, no, the huscals not fought to the end on that battle. The Jarl barely injured but alive escaped that night, but not to the distant Wercheg.

The jarl´s army finally crossed the river on that night, destroyed as a force and individually routing in diverse directions, some to Feachiren, others to Ruvar, Boyar Meriga catch the ones that rout to Wercheg. Together the one hundred nord are a force to fear, but separated in groups of ones, twos, and fives they were not a threat. That was the toll that Boyar Ralcha claimed to the nord that night, as the Vaegir lord of Ismirala Castle, and the lord of that bridge. – You make a good job tonight, Valda from Serindiar. – Petrov said.

Great chapter, again!
I'm so happy this AAR is still alive!

In fact is dead, well almost dead, i only have material for one or two chapters more, the plays with the warrior Ernest and the archer Valda of Serindiar were deleted shortly after the chapter of the siege of Weyyah Castle. Stupid little cousins...

Maybe I will start another, with a better title ;D

Seven of Spades said:

Maybe I will start another, with a better title ;D

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Please do!