. --- [b]POLAND GERMANY BORDER[/b] --- [hider=Phoenix Crescent Warband] Phoenix Crescent Warband Current General: Warlord AhkDrkl Location: Poland / Germany border Morale: 100% Strength/Unit Breakdown: - /// -/<1500>/ -/<500>/ -/<2000>/ Current Action: Moving into position / Initiating Assault.[/hider] “Warlord…” A deep, rasped, obviously battle weary voice boomed. “Their forces are assembling…” An Isarimer berserker with no clear name, an individual only distinguished by the row of hanging human skulls loosely tied to his ramshackle steel belt, approached the Warlord of the Phoenix Crescent Warband. AhkDrkl himself was silent, he had been for hours now, watching the sky with an insatiable bloodlust in his eyes from their vantage point on the slope in the forest, looking over the border into this so called ‘Germany’, a land filled with pathetic humans who hoped to resist the Isarimer warbands with futile attempts of this fickle virtue that they called bravery. The Isarimer called it UkhDreth. Their word for ‘Last Life’. “These creatures, tiny, hiding behind suits of armour and mechanical bows. They did not learn from the first slaughter. Their lines, their organised blocks and ranks…” AhkDrkl finally spoke, breaking the deathly still of the late evening air, illuminated only by a dusty grey light that hopelessly tried to force it’s way through a thick covering of cloud. “Meat. Prey. Their leader… their leader’s head is mine. I haven’t eaten a head in hours…” The crescent berserker, although enjoying the imagery immensely, stopped the Warlord with a fierce grunt, forcefully bringing him back to the conscious world, away from his fantasies of consuming the world around him. “The men are hungry for their eyes, they wish to feast on their blood tonight, Warlord. It has been too long since we had a good feast!” “Too long,” The Warlord agreed, emptily. “Did those fucking Lesser Breed scouts come back with anything we can use, or it it going to be another blind slaughter?” “They found their way back to the forests just hours ago, Warlord. Pathetic as they may be, they are more than any Human could be,” The Berserker slammed his Battle-Axe’s eight-foot haft into the ground, leaning on the broad, jagged blade, ready to divulge the information about the army who had assembled to attempt to neutralise the warband. “They are led by some half-wretch bitch named Emperor Otto IV, a pathetic, tiny creature with a brittle spine. He leads a host of twelve thousand so-called warriors. Two thousand mounted, two thousand firing with their mechanised bows, five thousand with little pikes about the thickness of a twig. Twelve-thousand and one bags of flesh for the taking,” From their view from the forest slope, they could make out the battle formations of the opposing army forming into neat little squares which would make killing them all the easier. Any strike from somewhere other than the front would spell disaster for their carefully thought-up strategies. AhkDrkl let a smile cross his mouth beneath his demon hounskull helmet, and he approach the ridge that served as his platform of command in the forest. He screamed as loud as his unholy voice would allow, reverberating across miles of forest, and into the valley below. He hoped, more than anything, that this Otto IV could hear him. “[b]Otto![/b]” Silence… “[b]I WILL EAT YOUR EYES FIRST![/b]” A roar erupted from his Isarimer who were hiding in the forest all around, creating a deafening and terrifying cacophony of bloodthirsty screams that were unlike anything this world would have heard before. “[b]Show them what it means to be afraid![/b]” [b][u]Tactics[/b][/u] The Isarimer warband is striking without warning in an attempt to catch Otto IV off guard. 1000 Lesser Breed warriors will attempt to draw the body of the army close to the forest, allowing the Berserkers to perform a scissor flank from the cover of the forest, surrounding the enemy from all sides. The Javelin throwers will engage the crossbowmen as priority target with the remaining 1000 lesser breed as meat shields to get close enough. After the crossbows have been dealt with they will double back and assault the spearmen from behind, throwing their ranks into dissaray. The Isarimer will make use of the fact they they are naturally fast, able to make the same running pace as human mounted infantry. They will also use their size as both an intimidation factor and as an invaluable tool in being able to vault the line of much smaller human spearmen. --- [b]LITHUANIA[/b] --- [hider=Bloodstalker Warband] [b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Bloodstalker Warband [b]Current General:[/b] Warlord KhruklRethua (Promise of Chaos) [b]Location:[/b] Poland / Lithuania [b]Morale:[/b] 100% [b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] [indent] - /// - /<50>// - /<100>// - /<50>// - /<50>// - /<1000>//[/indent] [b]Current Action:[/b] Encroaching on and invading Lithuania. Claiming. [/hider] This land... Lithuania, as the Humans called it. Full of humans ripe for consuming. Weak, not part of a larger empire. More land for the great hunting ground, indeed. Warlord KhruklRethua had been set upon the territory by LesaLikl himself, demanding more blood, more sacrifices, more flesh for the great Isarimer people. So he set out, charging across the land with his bloodthirsty warband, supported by a handful of the Lesser Breeds and across the imaginary border set out by the human populace in search of carnage and bloodshed, pillage and destruction. Warlord KhruklRethua would begin his grand slaughter of these humans without warning, to make what they called theirs, his...