[SS AAR] Norway - A Grim Tale
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It was the year 1093. A vast army had assembled outside of the castle of Oslo. It was led by the self-proclaimed King, Haakon. An old man, yet still physically fit and free of senility. Since the passing of the last king, who had no heirs, he had won over the support of half of the bickering Viking lords, yet still, some openly opposed him. Leading these "rebels", was a man named Kristian, lord of Oslo. He had amassed over a thousand men, a third of them recruited from sweden, and was prepared for war. However, before he was able to act, Haakon entered his lands and forced him to retreat to Oslo.
That was two years ago.
Haakon's spies had reported that Kristian's army was running out of supplies. Soon, they would have to face Haakon's superior army, or die of hunger. Surrendering was not an option, for they knew that Haakon would not accept it. Haakon had already made preparations for the battle. The Viking lords and their men had been given their orders, they were all ready. The men's fighting spirit was not as good as it could have been, but compared to the men inside those wooden walls, they were certainly in better shape.
Indeed, the next day, Kristian's army did march out of their castle. However, unlike the (slightly) more organised attackers, the men of oslo came out as one massive horde, bellowing out warcries and threats directed at Haakon and his men. Haakon, unthreatened, sent his cavalry to shatter their formations, to divide them. He recieved a nasty suprise. The enemy horde had suddenly turned into a more efficient force, and from behind the enemy lines, spearmen emerged. They prepared to take the brunt of the charge, which they did. Some dosen or more horses were impaled, and the rest retreated back.
Haakon cackled. It seems like Kristian wasn't as stupid as Haakon thought. He motioned his infantry to charge. Over a thousand warriors bellowed out warcries like 'For Haakon!' 'For the king!' 'For Norway!', and began running towards the enemy. The two armies met not two hundred meters from the castle gates, and much blood was spilt.
The battle went clearly in Haakons favor. The rebels were tired, and for every 'true' norwegian, the rebels lost three of their own. The battle ended when Haakon's royal guard flanked the enemy army, causing more than half of the remains to rout.
Only a hundred remained to fight, Kristians own personal cadre, and they all lost their lives.
Oslo was theirs, Kristian was slain, and Haakon was victorious.
After the battle was over, the Viking lords came to Haakon and asked him, what was to be done next. Haakon's answer was simple: Loot. Burn. Rape. "Sack the town, and the lands surrounding it. If they fight back, kill them. In fact, kill some even if they don't fight back, just to show them the cost of serving my enemies."
That night, no one slept. The screams of the women, the pleading of the peasants, the wicked laughter of Haakon's men kept all of Oslo awake. All but Haakon, who slept soundly inside his new castle. That night, he dreamed of future conquest.
( Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that's it for today. All comments are welcome, ESPECIALLY if they're positive.Cheers if you read it all the way through. TO BE CONTINUED... )
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its good but seems like a really gruesome aar of rape and pillaging.
