Wydowr Poddle repell Hadovean sneak attack.

The Hadovean Empire, aided by the Duke of Moridale, launch a sneak attack on Wydowr Poddle aiming to remove the town officals and create chaos.

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The information provided by Yozzel had been invaluable. Although Wydowr Poddle had recently re-declared it's allegiance to the Kingdom of Geldheim, there were weakness in the border security in the area that could be exploited with the help of Yozzel's sympathetic contacts. This has allowed a small crack unit of Empire soldiers to be smuggled in. There they hide in the center of Wydowr Poddle, awaiting to attack from within and create unrest and destruction. They will attack at dawn

Pre battle from Tessa's perpestive

The running joke at the barracks was taking an arrow to the knee. The long chain mail and steel grieves offered excellent protection but in the heat of battle knees are indeed exposed unless one had enough funds for knee cops. Since joining the Ironguard Tessa had participated in a few campaigns and collected a little silver most of which had immediately gone back to her family and the little that was left reinvested in armour. But knee protection had not been a high priority. It was a joke after all, right? The last campaign had been brutal. The Hadovean forces had looked to fold and fail but fate turned swift as the arrow that struck Tessa's unprotected knee. With the help of her brothers in arms she had made her way back the garrison for healing. The witch promised she would heal well with hardly a limp, but it would require rest. Tessa knew that Wydowr Poddle could not afford the time needed to rest her wounds. But the witch had known Tessa's mind and had mixed her herbs well. The Ironguard understood this and kept a close watch on the goings on in Wydowr Poddle while Tessa sank into a dreamless slumber as her wounds healed.

Pre Battle from Mallory's perspective

Mallory Whitman was nervous... but so she had every right to be, tomorrow was to be her first battle since signing up for the Empires forces. Sure, she'd shot mutineers on the fishing vessel she called home, and she had been accused of piracy at several moments in her life (a ridiculous lie she will assure you), but that didn't exactly prepare one for the bloodlust of the battlefield. She loaded her gun and aimed at the target sitting on the bow of the ship, she stood, her breath slow, steady now.... close one eye... that didn't help, why did people even do that? She opened it again and slowly, slowly began to squeeze the trigger... A thump behind her caused her to start and the gun fired, the round not remotely going anywhere near the target. Turning, she scowled when she saw it was naught but her cat, a ratty, elderly and often lazy calico named Ser RatsALot. The name was a misnomer because the useless animal had never caught a rat in his whole, simple life. She had however been forced to dive into the ocean, not once, not twice but.... wait.... she counted in her head.... 19 times, to fetch the little bastard when some dickhead threw him overboard. Mallory had shot the scallywag through his hat, scaring him to death, he had then promised to never do it again. Stowing her gun at her waist, Mallory picked up the cat and carried him to her room, sighing as he purred contentedly. "You're a useless bastard you know that?" She asked him. He simply kept purring and she put him on her bed. Soon the boat would dock at the closest place she could get to the battle, then it was all on foot from there. She flopped onto her chair and stared vacantly at a wall, hoping like hell that tomorrow wouldn't be her last day alive. She kissed the small vial that hung around her neck, filled with earth, a memento of her home. For years it had kept her safe on the ocean, as while keeping the land close to her, no being of the sea could harm her. Tomorrow it would just have to work extra hard and keep her from harm in the battle to come. She cuddled the cat as he climbed onto her lap. Onwards, she thought to herself, to a beautiful defeat for the Kingdom.

Bardulf before the battle

Bardulf rode into Wydowr Poddle late in the evening through the fading twilight. “Who goes there!” Came the challenge from the gatehouse. Bardulf slowly trotted his horse up to the gatehouse and stared sternly into the gatekeepers eyes through his helmet visor. “Bardulf Brighthelm! Emissary of the Blazing Blue Sun, Paladin of the Ironguard of the Kingdom of Geldhiem!” “My apologies my Lord! We here at Wydowr Poddle are most certainly the kings loyal subjects” the gatekeeper replied with a crooked grin as he moved the mechanism to open the gate. “By all means enter on into our humble township. The other kingdom soldiers will be well pleased to see a healer such as yourself, they took quite a beating the other day on their last foray northward” the gate keeper said cynically as he fought with the gate house mechanism. Bardulf stared ahead into the town, “ohh I know, I saw it with my own eyes” The Gate keeper gave him a puzzled look, “But you came from the southeast, I don’t remember seeing you here earlier with the others”. Bardulf smiled at the Gatekeepers confusion, “Of course, it’s because I wasn’t here, I was shown it, and that’s why I’m here, the vision was clear.” The Gate keeper looked more puzzled “Shown? Vision? What in the deep heavens do you mean by that?” Bardulf looked up peering deep into the darkening starry sky, “Things that were, things that are, and things that may or may not yet be, we shall see” Bardulf looked back down to see the gate open enough to fit through. He then returned his gaze to the gatekeeper, “Keep a good watch gatekeeper, the king’s enemies are near” With that he kicked his horse into a trot and moved off into the Township.

Red Wolf before the battle

Red Wolf sat at his encampment a league south of Foes Foley, running a whetstone over his blades whist staring into the fire before him. The words of the swordmaster who trained him echoed in his mind. 'Remember, sometimes the sharpest blade isn't enough.' He smiled and let the memories of learning how to fight and use Guerrilla warfare to his advantage wash over him. Moving unseen and hitting the enemy forces from the side or behind when least expected had kept him alive for over a hundred years. With a smirk he picked up a jug of whiskey and drank deeply. When Red Wolf arrived at the site designated by empire intelligence around mid-day some days later. He sat quietly in a copse of trees overlooking the township. After the sun had set he left the copse of trees and started his usual pre-battle ritual of hunting scouts. It wasn't long before he found one...a ranger too engrossed with the five leaf in his pipe to realise he was being stalked. A quick pommel strike to the head rendered the ranger unconscious. After having bound and gagged the ranger like a roast pig Red Wolf hoisted his limp form over his left shoulder and took him to the empire encampment. Fresh information was always a valuable commodity before a battle.

Trelor Before the Battle

Tre tokes deeply on His pipe, as blue eyes scan everything. His blades are Sharpened and Repaired, cleaned and sheaved, axe too. Bow and arrows, quiver and bowsock sit readied (bowstring freshly waxed). His favourite, rusted armour too. He smiles. Gwen has packed Him some homemade pastries, neatly wrapped up in cloth, tied with a beautiful bow, with a note attached, professing Her love. She, and it, are adorable (how She finds motivation for baking THIS FAR into Their current Pregnancy is beyond Him). He is heading to BATTLE, not a picnic, but He loves the sentiment, nonetheless. The Twins, Feli and Charni, have each painted a beautiful picture for Him, of Their brave Pappa, apparently (though hard to tell, as the finished product is largely blobs and finger brushes. Cait is not old enough to paint, yet). The Letter from His beautiful Eldest Daughter, Lady Enyra, and Her Pregnant Wife, Lady Hiriko, sits next to the masterpieces. Her penmanship is flawless, as always, Her words truly wonderful. He sighs contentedly. THIS is why He fights. He continues stocktake, and toking pipe. He will leave soon. But He WILL return. He HAS to. Geldheim is His Calling, but FAMILY is His EVERYTHING.

Battle Outcome

As dawn broke in Wydowr Poddle, the Empire insurgents made their move. Bursting out of their hiding places, before long the town descended into chaos. Those Kingdom forces within the town where caught unawares as the Hadovean Empire initially pressed forth their advantage. However the Geldheimers were determined not to lose Wydowr Poddle for a second time and fought back to within an inch of their lives to protect the town. After hours of fighting in the streets from building to building, the Hadovean sensed that the battle was becoming a stalemate, leaving them with no choice put to pull back and make their way back home. Wydowr Poddle would remain within the Kingdom embrace.