Tales of Calradia (Formerly Warband story and literature thread)

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A meeting with the remaining Nord lords and Rhodok Lords is relayed inside Dhirim one of the last bastions of Nord power in Calradia,with Jelkhala undersiege and with the garrison supprisingly winning the battle,the meeting countinues King Ragnar steps up on the table,King Graveth also does the same.

"The Swadians are to strong for us! Our Khergit allies are held up in Halmar and the Vaegirs are no more" Shouted King Ragnar.
"But what ever can we do,we can not help our allies unless we help our selves Dhirim is you're last foothold and Jelkhala is just holding out" Shouted one of the Rhodok lords
"I have an idea!" Shouted out King Graveth
"Well...what is it?"Said King Ragnar nervously
"We must unite toghether as one,using our best troops against the Swadian up rising we should become one Kingdom...one faction uniting toghether to save our souls!We should become The Kingdom of Norhdok!" Shouted King Graveth
"But that still doesn't help us for now we should ride for Suno and take the castle to secure a stronger foot hold!"Shouted Jarl Turya.
"Agreed" Said most of the Nobles in the room

The sound of the the new Empire can be heard accross the hills,they march towards Suno to take it.
King Haralus is sitting in his court counting his denars,King Ragnar and King Graveth,Along with all the lords come through the castle doors "Haralus...Yield...or else..."Mean while the soldiers of the new Kingdom are outside the walls.
"You will never take these walls..."
Count Clais,a Lord of the Swadians with his army marches up,the Nords and Rhodok soldiers follow them,having all there crossbows aimed at them...Count Clais,crossbow in hand marches up to King Ragnar and King Graveth and brushes past them,aiming his crossbow at Haralus "They said...or else." He let's the bolt fly towards Haralus,shooting him in the head every one surrounds him and Count Plais,King Ragnar and King Graveth stand on the courts tables,Ragnar holding Haraluses head up "We must unite toghether,with the help of Count Plais we have killed King Haralus,but the Swadian Uprising has not ended yet...we must march towards the Khergits and help them from then we must ride towards the rest of the Swadian Towns and Castles and destroy the Swadians..." Shouted Graveth

All the Lords and Kings nod and all shout out at the same time "For Nordhok..."
 
Yes,Cos i love Hurscals and Sharpshooters,but tried my first as time as a Swadian just now,going good untill I lost my castle:sad:
 
munchiepoo 说:
(...) Shouted King Ragnar (...) Shouted one of the Rhodok lords (...) Shouted out King Graveth (...) Shouted King Graveth (...) Shouted Jarl Turya (...) Shouted Graveth (...)

Oh, so that's why those guys never listen to your plans... hearing handicapped.
 
Bored... Starting out... Yay...

As the war with the Rhodoks and Swadians continues...
The Rhodoks were having a feast at Jelkala.

Count Larugen started a speech.
"Finally, the Swadian forces have been defeated."
"I wish to congratulate king Graveth, for being such a successful leader."
"And who ever dares to oppose us, shall perish!"
Every man in the room started to shout- "For the Rhodo-".
The castle doors suddenly were slammed open. "Mi lord!" came from the exhausted messenger running towards Graveth.
"Whats the meaning of this?" Asked king Graveth nervously.
"Mi lord, the Swadians are besieging castle Haringoth" the afraid messenger said.
"What!? How? I thought they gave up, how could this be? They don't even have an army to conquer the fortress!" Yelled king Graveth and hitting his fist on the table.
"So be it." said Graveth quiet a moment later.
"Marshall Larugen, what do you say?" asked Graveth, looking at him.
"Right, we shall assemble the army and march towards castle Haringoth tonight!" Shouted Larugen across the room.
Then three Sarranid men started to come in. The guard at the gates stopped them from entering.
"Let them come." Said Graveth.
The three men walked towards Graveth, one of them opened a letter.
"Our lord, Sultan Hakim says that one of the Sarranid village of Hawaha has been mistreated by one of your noble lords and by that, he declares war. He demands Jamiche castle along with its village to conclude a truce." Came from one of the Sarranid messenger with a strange accent.
King Graveth was shocked by the moment.
"Who would do such a thing!?"
"So be it, i shall not give away any fiefs and there shall be war. Take this message to Sultan Hakim." Graveth said to the messenger.
"Very well, may you fight bravely." Said the messenger and left with the others.
With the room quiet king Graveth started to ask.
"Who's responsible for this?" Shouted Graveth across the room.
The room was quiet. Nobody dared to say a thing.
"Gerluchs!" said the king.
"Nay, i say he has nothing to do with it." Larugen resisted.
King Graveth thought for a moment. Then left the castle to take his army and ride towards the village. While the rest of the army gathered their forces to respond to the threat at Haringoth.

To be continued...
 
Swadian Rebellion

A Man named Orlando approaches King Haralus,sword at hand

"King Haralus Pfft!" Said Orlando
"What is this!" King Haralus shouted
"We have learnt about you're treachorus ways to the throne...Lady Issola O-"Orlando stops and smirks at Haralus as he is interupted
"Say no more,I know of whom you speak" Said Haralus,he steps closer to Orlando
"When you rose to the throne,did you know that Lady Issola was infact the Heir to The Kingdom of Swadia?"Questioned Orlando
King Haralus sighs and says "Yes,I did,but if she came to me peacefully I would make him my most favourite vassal and award her with Castles and Towns and Villages but as she comes in war I will bring her before me in shackles."
"Damn you...we will meet again." Yelled Orlando
Orlando walks out towards Lady Issola "He knows..." he said.

To be countinued.
 
It was raining. Heavily. Raindrops' symphony was too calm and monotonous for Nord warriors waiting in the camps. Campfires in whole valley, hundreds of bloodthirsty soldiers, stopped by damned rain. Jarl Turya came out from the tent, ongoing feast wasn't the thing for him now. There was other things to do. Three of them were even approaching.

"Let them go" he said calmly to the guards. Despite of riders' efforts, all three of them landed in the mud.
"You're the Jarl here, as I understand?" asked one of them. Rich outfit. Must be Boyar.
"Indeed, my friend, indeed. I'm Jarl Turya, what's so important to bring you here, despite of bad weather?"
"You call this a bad weather my friend? You never saw the snowstorm, then. I'm Boyar Harish and you know why I'm here"
"Once again you're right. It's probably because of my presence" Turya smiled "well, good marching helps keeping my men fit."
"Hah! Enough of that, you've gone to far and there's no excuse for that. You'll choose the field on which we meet tomorrow."
"Indeed, enough of that" he gave the signal, drawing his sword. Enemy was shocked, it even wasn't a fight, one of the Boyar's men, who jumped on the horse, felt into the mud with an axe in his back. Boyar rolled on his back, trying to cover widely opened wound
"You... you bastard... You'll pay for that..."
"Don't dare you threat me with gods..."
"Hah! Gods..." Harish started coughing, but soon he caught another breath "...my men will get aware. You'll be crashed..."
Turya knelt in the mud, putting his sword back in the scabbard
"Oh, so now everything in the hands of fate, no?" the only response was the empty look. Turya stood up "Unfortunately, I don't trust this *****, fate"

Camp was alive again. Small campfires, agonizing in the rain were finally killed. Tents were left, nothing should slow them down. Forest gave them cover, just as it did to the Jarl Haeda. Just as it -Turya could only hope for that- did when encamping army of Vaegirs was butchered by Haeda's huscarls, while their chief was riding here. Night was young, men were decided and ready for war, Radoghir castle was near and unprepared when they finally knocked its gates.

Something like that?
 
Saint of lions

By Lueii
The emperor in Suno watched the sun.  The sun, that fierce, bright warrior of the sky.  The sun that lifts crops from the dust and casts them down in fury.  The sun, that the calrad feared and adored.  The sun that the commons threw garlands to be withered in it's gaze.

  The sun that the lions follow...

  To Suno...

  He stood watching the warband below.  They were the Pravidora.  They were the lords of the kingdom that,in the common tongue,was Calradia.

  They had brought the lions o the plains...

  They had been desperate.  Desperate to escape the arrows of the demon men.  Desperate to evade the starvation of the plains.  Desperate to find a home.  Desperation made slaves of them.  Slaves of the calrad.  It had divided them.  It had made them fear.

  Now it united them...

  Now the calrad feared them...

  He feared Isvadis.

 
It is a nice short story. What type of literature is this? I love reading short story and I enjoyed reading yours. I am sure there is a continuation for this and I hope to see it soon.
 
cool it's getting restarted... for the third of fourth time?
 
Fourth.

patricia39 说:
It is a nice short story. What is the type of this literature? Because for your information, I am a kind of person who loves to read literature.

Well it's actually a serial.  The first one had Isvadis.  The next one will be from another perspective.  It's on the fall of the Calradian empire.

It's serial short story.
 
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