. --- [u][b]ARMY CARDS[/b][/u] --- [hider=Phoenix Crescent Warband] [b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Phoenix Crescent Warband [b]Current General:[/b] Warlord AhkDrkl [b]Location:[/b] Germany / Poland Border [b]Morale:[/b] 100% [b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b]  [indent] - ///  - /<1500>// (-1000) (+1000)   - /<500>// (-400) (+400)    - /<2000>// (-800) (+800)[/indent]  [b]Current Action: Recovering and Reinforcing. Taking Defensive Positions[/b]  (Total losses: 2200. 1400 Isarimer, 800 lesser Breed.) (Total Replenshment: 1400 Isarimer, 800 Lesser Breed) [/hider] [hider=Bloodstalker Warband] [b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Bloodstalker Warband [b]Current General:[/b] Warlord KhruklRethua (Promise of Chaos) [b]Location:[/b] Lithuania [b]Morale:[/b] 100% [b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b] [indent] - /// - /<550>// (+500) - /<75>// (-25) (+25) - /<125>// (+75) - /<50>// - /<800>// (-600) (+400)[/indent] [b]Current Action:[/b] Regrouping and Reinforcing (Total losses: 625. 25 Isarimer, 600 lesser Breed.) (Total Replenshment: 600 Isarimer, 400 Lesser Breed) [/hider] [Hider=Bloodsong Warband] [b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Bloodsong Warband [b]Current General:[/b] UkhEklo [b]Location:[/b] Poland / Kaliningrad Oblast border [b]Morale:[/b] 100% [b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b]  [indent]  - /<500>//   - /<500>//    - /<200>//     - /<200>//[/indent]  [b]Current Action:[/b] Claiming Kaliningrad Oblast. [/hider] [Hider=Hellwalker Warhorde] [b][i]Army Name [/i][/b] Hellwalker Warhorde [b]Current General:[/b] LesaLikl, Beast of the Shadow [b]Location:[/b] Moving on Czech [b]Morale:[/b] 100% [b]Strength/Unit Breakdown:[/b]  [indent] - /<1500>//  - /<2500>//   - /<1000>//    - /<1000>// - /<30>//     - /<7000>//[/indent]  [b]Current Action:[/b] Moving into Czech to attack / Claim / attack Otto from behind. [/hider] --- . --- [u][b]GERMANY POLAND BORDER[/u][/b] --- After an hour or two of bloody battle, the day had not been won, but blood had been spilled. KhruklRethua had not expected the tiny humans to put up such resistance, or to stand so firm against an isarimer charge. Respect had to be given where it was due, but he owed Emperor Otto a debt: his eyes were his prize. When their foe had began to retreat, they too withdrew to the border forest, where they could once again watch with hungering eyes the movements of their foes. They would retreat to one of their cities, their walled encampments that served only to trap them from within. The Phoenix Crescent had taken losses, the enemy had taken heavier losses, but the weeks that followed saw smaller, wandering war bands join the ranks of the Crescent to re-bolster the warpack to what it had been previously, though KhruklRethua assumed that his adversary would do the same. The battle itself had been bloody. The Isarimer killed three times their number despite being heavily outnumbered. The Berserkers broke the line with fierce abandon even when the Humans had held fast, and they died in swathes against Isarimer steel. Broken bones and the screams of men filled the valley as the Isarimer did what they did best. Though it was more of a skirmish than a full fledged battle, KhruklRethua was proud. His newly formed Warband had performed admirably. If admiration was something he was capable of feeling. For now, he held his men. He knew now what the enemy was capable of, and that made him even more determined to be destroyed. Their retreat to Hamburg was… Interesting. KhruklRethua was broken from his deep contemplation, and stood himself to address a berserker who was reporting to him. Not on the movements of their enemies, but of their own. “Warlord,” the Berserker grumbled. “There are several things you must know,” “Speak,” KhruklRethua demanded. “Hamburg’s days are numbered. As are those of the Emperor. The squealing pig is trapped between us and and the land of ‘Czech’.” “Explain yourself,” KhruklRethua demanded again. “The Beast of the Shadow, LesaLikl, approaches. Word of the hunt has reached far back into the Hunting Grounds and he brings forth his Hellwalker Warhorde. They move through the territories below and intend to strike the Emperor from his side when he least expects it. The scissor attack will decimate his force entirely. We may be able to strike at the last moment and claim the Emperor’s head for our own. The Hellwalkers come with thirty Firehounds, they will be capable of forcing the Emperor from his hole.” --- [u][b]KALININGRAD OBLAST[/u][/b] --- UkhEklo’s Bloodsong Warband thundered North, through the Isarimer Hunting grounds and into the mysteriously sparse land between Poland and Lithuania, with one intent, and one only. To kill. The glory of conquest would belong to his warband. With the news of Lithuania being so easily subdued by the Bloodstalker warband that spring, a revolution had broken out within the Isarimer people. A sense of purpose had overcome them, and an insatiable hunger for conquest that was almost as strong as their desire for bloodshed had emerged. The smaller warbands took small patches land for themselves within the Hunting Grounds, but the Warlords in command of larger forces had their eyes set upon larger game. In this case, UkhEklo wanted to expand their grounds further. There was always going to be human resistance, but his berserkers were ready. By their hundreds, they would rape and pillage, they would murder and maim, they would set fire to the cities and villages and claim the country for their own.