Numberg
Outside the Walls
Camps after camps laid along the fields outside of the settlement. Men wearing armor adorned in pale gold hawk sigil, patrolling around the camp.
Smiths hammering the swords and spear tips. The bowyer busy fixing broken bows. Troops trains in the open field and Mercenary men, cat calling the female members of the civilian baggage train.
A camp defended by wooden stakes and small holes littered around its vicinity.
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Camp
Central Tent
"My lord the locals refuse to cooperate. All the entrances to the settlements are now sealed… they claim that Numberg only bows to Lord Orlando and unless… Lord Orlando passes away. Neither you nor your brother have the right to call yourself the righful master of Zalbaag" Kneeling before his lord, a soldier bows as he reports the message that the people of numberg sent to the master of the army outside their walls.
The soldier's voice lowering its volume as he reach the latter part of the report.
"Tsk…" A man sitting on a cushioned wooden chair tut in disdain.
"I'm the heir yet they do not wish to aid me." Barnabeth, the first son of Orlando, slammed his fist at the chairs arm.
He is his father's eldest son. Bastard he may be, but he was legitimized, The rightful heir to Zalbaag, and already an experienced ruler. He ruled Zalbaag in his father's stead, as his age gradually affected his ability to rule.
But why? Why do the peasantry and local powers deny his right to rule? Just because of his mother's status as a maid.
He, Barnabeth has done more than enough for Zalbaag. Assisting his father, dealing with threats like the local gangs.
He sweated and bled to keep this land from danger. Yet, these ungrateful filth refuses to recognize him.
Do they prefer that impotent man Larg or his spoiled brother Delita? Why can't the people realize that those two will only bring more suffering. Their wish for grandeur to lead Zalbaag to greatness will plunge this land to chaos.
Grandeur? Is it for House Zalbaag or House Dupont. He knew it and they knew it. House Dupont merely took a liking for the Iron and coal mines of House Zalbaag that's why they sent one of their snobbish princess to this barren northern land.
*Spit* A vassal of another house, that's what will happen to House Zalbaag as long as those two sat upon their father's seat.
That's why he did it. A purge. An extermination. He removed the hidden danger in the castle. The hidden mice of house Dupont eyeing his father. All dead… all that's left are those who escaped with Larg… and soon they will follow the rest.
That's what greed brought upon them. I can see it in their eyes. They couldn't wait for their father to die so either of the two could take control of the barony and offer their wealth to their soon-to-be overlord, them, House Dupont.
No! No! Not on his watch, not as long as he Barnabeth lives. This barony is his, this land is his, its people his, its iron and coal it's his. As for Larg and Delita, traitors… leeches… them and their maternal kin… all of them… must be exterminated. All of them purged out of this land.
Delita escaped before, but this time Larg… yes… yes… he will die…
A cruel grin appeared in Barnabeth face.
His smile brought chills to the kneeling soldier, bowing his head deeper in fear of whatever his Lord is planning will implicate him.
Seeing his soldiers action, Barnabeth addressed this pitiful soldier of his.
"Leave them for now… focus on the orders I told to be implemented… before Larg and his entire army arrives. I want those things done." His mood recovered as he waved the soldier to leave.
Looking at the man on the ground and looking at the pieces of laid in their respective position.
Staring a certain piece on the map. A glint appeared in Barnabeth's eyes as his cruel grin intensified.
'My brother Larg… you think yourself smart… hehe… I wonder how you'll fair with my surprise for you…'
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Border between Gascon and Numberg
A silhouette of a marching column can be seen from the horizon. A white banner with a red hawk in its center waving through the air.
Along with the marching men are the Members of House Dupont, flying their own house's flag high. A tower with a purple eye a top of it.
Larg the second of Orlando has arrived. His army marched from Gascon to Numberg. Slow and steady, an organized army.
Men bearing his insignia had made their prayers. Now they are ready… may it be life or death… they shall face it…
As they marched across the land, from a distant woodland, men wearing armor adorned with a pale gold hawk sigil were watching them.
The men looked at one another as one of them got on his horse and rushed for Numberg.
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Numberg
Outside it Walls
"My lord, Larg and his army have been sighted. They march from Gascon… with their current pace, it will take them around half a day to reach here." The scout, which had left from the border prior, reached Numberg and rushed to report to Barnabeth.
Bowing before his Liege, he reported their findings as he did his best to ignore what's going on in front of him.
A female gasp echoed through the tent. Barnabeth's right hand touching the rear of a woman sitting on his lap.
Perhaps he found it fun to clown on his impotent brother, as he played with the woman sitting on his lap. So, with a smirk on his face, Barnabeth, mocked his brother. "Ah… so that impontent brother of mine finally arrives."
The female's gasping, now mixed with moans, echoed in the tent. The scout who has been reporting lowered his head. Afraid of the repercussion that he'll receive if he saw what his lord was doing.
"Hehehe, go tell the men to prepare." Seeing, the man's fear of raising his head. Barnabeth smile widened, this is what he always wished for.
To be feared, and to be respected. So what if his mother is a mere maid, he will write his own destiny.
He is Barnabeth, the heir to Zalbaag. Soon… its Lord and Master…
'HAHAHA!' His joy was expressed. As he lifted the woman on his lap and placed her by the table.
Lowering his pants as he tore the female's skirt. Placing his finger on a warm part of the female, playing with it as the woman reaches for his shoulders, as she moans.
"My lord…" The woman's voice trembled as the pleasure brought by Barnabeth made her moan.
Having enough of such fun. Barnabeth attached his lower body the female's as he groaned, he had entered a warm place.
The woman on the table, with her revealing outfit now moaning as she hold on to his shoulder.
At sight of this, the glee that he felt before made him drown in more pleasure. His waist moving in constant motion as his hand's reach for the female's waist.
His lust for power, now being temporarily satiated as he saw this female moan and twist in pleasure. The feeling of domination made him lose a bit of his sanity as he began to be rougher.
With a final groan, Barnabeth buried his head on his female companion's neck.
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Early Morning, Outside of Numberg
A marching army can be seen from a distance. Their waving banner of white with a red hawk sigil in the middle can be seen waving as they trudge the road to Numberg.
Larg and his army's arrival was off according to the estimated time of the scout.
He and his army rested for some hours before marching once more.
The second son of Zalbaag is no fool. He knows of his eldest brother's cunning and cruelty. A moment of weakness could bring everything falling down. So he made sure that all his men were properly fed and rested.
As they reach the fields outside Numberg. An army adorned in pale gold hawk sigil is visibly waiting for them. Holding banners of white background and a pale gold hawk in the center.
The army of Barnabeth is ready. They had been making preparations in this location for quite some time now. Despite their numerical disadvantage, the men were fully prepared.
Unlike of Larg's army, which composed of mostly conscripts. Their army composed of the castle guards and men-at-arms of Lotr. A fighting force trained under the tutelage of the Bronze Knight Alex.
The two armies stayed still in their position. Staring at one another. Building their momentum as the time goes on. The armies are ready, and their leaders committed to slaying one another.
Two armies, two sons, one barony.
The result of this battle of the two brothers will reveal who will sit upon their father's seat of power.
So much life had already been lost. Now there is no turning back. Only one of the two will walk out of this land alive.
Only one will inherit the title as…
The Lord and Master of the barony of Zalbaag.