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    The Camp

    Conrad Hartgwing stood in formation alongside the other men. The rain falling from the sky making a slight ring as it struck the armor of the soldiers surrounding him. Conrad laughed silently to himself. None of these men could hardly be called soldiers, including himself. Sure, they could wear armor and strap a sword to their waist, but not a single one of them had ever seen battle or held a sword. They were all conscripts. Farmers mostly. With a rebellion raging in Reikland and greenskin tribes invading from the Black Mountains south of Solland, the empire found itself short of seasoned warriors. Conrad had been called up for service as well as most other able bodied men in wissenland. Having no family of his own and no prospects of rising above being a simple farmer, Conrad relished the opportunity presented to him. His first attempt at enlisting was denied due to the empire needing food more than it needed soldiers. Now the Empire needed both, but first the food sources needed to be defended. The letter of conscription stated as much. It said that once the greenskin threat had been dealt with, all conscripts would have the option to return home. Conrad had no such plans. War was his chance to prove himself.


    Two days after being called up for service he had arrived at the encampment just outside of Pfeildorf. Conrad had been to the city on occasion, but. he had lived his entire life in the country. The city was different now then he remembered. The walls were taller, the garrison that manned them much larger and better equipped from what he could see. Outside the city, just past the gates, a large encampment had been established, and hundreds of men were trickling into it. Tables had been set up with letters indicating where each man should go to check in, receive his gear, and be given his living assignment. Conrad had to admire the efficiency with which the empire’s war machine could mobilise, even when it was in crisis mode.


    Conrad made his way to the letter he had been assigned when conscripted. The man he found standing opposite of him asked his name, which he promptly checked off of a list, and then directed conrad to a large, apparently hastily built structure behind him. The building had the appearance of a stable, but inside the stalls were not horses. Instead, each stall was filled with weapons, armor, uniforms, and other supplies that one would expect to find in any military armory. Next to each stall stood a man calling out numbers or letters, as if at random. A long line of men snaked through the building and after observing further Conrad realized he was supposed to join it. Upon reaching the first stall he was given a large pack, and was instructed to leave it open but to put it on. He then moved to the next stall and the man nearby called out sharply “1”. Another man next to him then ran inside, grabbed a longword, and shoved it into Conrad's hands. Conrad held it awkwardly as he continued to move from stall to stall. He realized that letters being called out were actually sizes for his clothing, and the numbers determined what equipment he was given. Apparently the man at the second stall, where Conrad had been given the sword, sized up each man appropriately, and based on whatever criteria he had in his head would decide whether each man was to carry a sword, bow, or spear. Conrad guessed he looked agile but strong and this was why he was chosen for the sword. He noticed that many of those chosen to be bowmen were tall, while the people given spears tended to be older. He guessed that spearmen did not need to be as fast or agile as swordsmen, and that bowmen needed to be tall to shoot over the heads of the front line troops.


    At each stall conrad would turn around as more and more gear was shoved into the pack on his back. The last piece of gear he was given was a shield, strapped to the back of the pack. He then exited the tent and was directed to the living quarters for those men who had been chosen to learn the sword. Each tent had enough room for twelve men, and he learned that heach company of swordsmen had ten tents. Again, the organization was very apparent, and Conrad wondered how any system so meticulous and efficient could still struggle to defend the empire against simple savages from the badlands. Conrad found a spot on the wood floor for the tent and began to unpack the bed roll he had been issued. He realized the floor looked like old shipping pallets and deduced that all of the pallets that the gear had been drug in on had been recycled to use as floors for the tents in the camp. Still the efficiency of the system surprised him.


    Over the next few days Conrad and the rest of the men that joined him in the company began to train on the basics of swordsmanship. Slowly the shield was introduced into their training, and finally they began to train in full armor. The company commander, a man named Victor, only the gods knew his last name apparently, was a veteran of multiple skirmishes with the greenskins. He was also the only one of the men who had ever seen combat. He advised them that their training was rushed and that normal empire swordsmen took months to learn how to fight properly, they would do so in a matter of weeks. He was honest with them in a brutal and detached way. It was apparent victor did not expect many of them to survive. It turns out that the war with the Greenskins had been going worse then any of them had heard. Steingart had been captured by the black venom tribe weeks ago and the Empire had attempted to keep it a secret. To make matters worse, Fort Soll, guarding Winters Teeth Pass, had a large force of Savage Orcs encamped outside of it. Victor informed Conrad and the other men that the army they were now a part of was under the command of Balthasar Gelt himself, and that in three months time they would be marching to Steingart to recapture the city. Fort Soll was on its own. After Steingart was retaken the army would need to march into the Black Mountains and exterminate the Black Venom tribe. Hopefully after that was done the conscripts could be released from service and the real imperial army could take over in the defense of the region.


    Now, three months later, Conrad stood in formation, rain pouring down, waiting for his first battle to begin.





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    The Black Venom War
    Thunder echoed from behind Conrad and a high whistle could be heard before it faded away. In the distance flashes of light could be seen and explosions could be heard. The enemy had begun advancing. The mortars on the rear line of the army were keeping up a continuous barrage and soon the greenskin line came into Conrads view. As they drew closer he could hear the howls of the greenskins as each mortar impacted. The goblin frontline was torn apart as the explosions threw the creatures into the air and tore their bodies apart. Although the greenskins were savage creatures deserving of every pain inflicted on them, Conrad was still unsettled by the sight of such destruction being sewn upon any living flesh.

    Conrad’s company had been stationed on the left flank behind two companies of shielded spearmen. On the right flank the spearmen were supported by four companies of archers. The far left flank was manned by Gelt himself, and his personal bodyguard of greatswords. The wizard, with his metal mask, was an intimidating sight. Conrad had heard stories of the man’s magic and wondered if he would see such things today. But if he was to tell such stories to his family one day, he would need to survive. Conrad refocused on the greenskin army in front of him, and readied his shield.

    The goblin front line had been devastated by the mortar fire and Conrad realized that they were now within bow range. The Mortars continued to fire and Conrad wondered why the bows were not firing as well. That's when he saw the dozens of large spiders scurrying towards the spearmen on the right flank. The air was immediately filled with hundreds of arrows as the spiders advanced, goblins riding on their back. Conrad wondered how the savages had managed to train such creatures but just as he finished the thought the hail of arrows fell around the riders. Within seconds only a few spiders remained, most without their riders. The remaining spiders fled out of bowshot and continued to leave the battlefield, leaving the corpses of their brethren behind. The Cavalry threat dealt with the bowmen turned their attention on the goblin front line. They fired indiscriminately, killing hundreds as the greenskins army continued to advance. Just as the army was about to reach the front line of spears they turned and fled. The Goblin line had been broken before they even got within fighting distance.

    Without warning the left flank was overwhelmed by the sound of guttural howls coming from the treeline. A large force of night goblins began to pour out of the trees, howling and running towards the rear of the left flank. Conrad had heard from Victor that night goblins were much more vicious than other goblin warriors, and they would be much harder to route compared to their weaker kin. The archers quickly adjusted fire to weaken the advancing enemy forces but the speed at which they were coming towards the lines of the empire surprised everyone. That's when Conrad noticed Gelt step to the front of his bodyguard and signal a charge. The Greatswords, with Gelt in the lead, charged into the mass of advancing goblins and were swallowed by them. Conrad thought that what he just saw was the stupidest, most suicidal thing he had ever seen. He wondered why his company had not been ordered to charge as since they were the closest forces available to aid in stopping the night goblin advance. Then he heard a crackling in the air, and large shards began to rain down from the sky, appearing out of nowhere. The shards began to crash around the surrounded men and the night goblins were thrown away from them. Some shards sliced straight through entire bodies, severing limbs, and in some cases cutting entire goblins in half. “So this is magic” conrad whispered to himself in awe. After a few seconds the barrage ended and the night goblins retreated back into the woods. The greenskin forces occupying Steingart had been defeated, and Conrad never even lifted his sword.


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    The Black Venom War: The Karak Hirn Campaign
    Conrad learned that the Army would not be celebrating the victory at Steingart. Because they had taken little casualties the army would immediately rush to capture Karak Hirn from the Black Venom tribe. Conrad had never been to the mountains, though he had lived in their shadow most of his life. The mountains were the realm of greenskins and dwarfs, and men preferred not to interfere in their never ending wars. But now that the greenskins had attempted an invasion of Empire lands, their settlements in the Black Mountains, so close to the southern border, could no longer be tolerated.

    The march into the mountains lasted two months, during which the air grew colder and colder. The pack on Conrad’s back was heavy with gear but he also had to carry more provisions than normal, as resupply in the mountains was difficult. Vegetation began to disappear the higher into the mountains they got. And the ground became rocky and unfertile. Patches of snow dotted the landscape and everywhere they looked they could feel the greenskin scouts watching. Victor had warned them an ambush was likely so so they stayed alert and moved slowly. One day as they walked Conrad looked up, and what he saw took his breath away. Built into the side of the mountain, almost as if it had always been a part of it, was a city. Walls taller than anything he had ever seen built by mankind. The architecture was the definition of perfection, and the precision with which each stone was carved seemed almost impossible. Conrad heard footsteps next him, crunching the gravel under their feet. “Welcome to Karak Hirn” Victor stated. “Goblins built this?” Conrad asked. “No. They stole it. What we see now is just a shell of the glory that the dwarfs were once capable of. Many of the old dwarf holds are now home to greenskin usurpers. One of many reasons the two races have been at war endlessly.” Conrad felt sympathy for the dwarfs. This would be mankind's future if they could not succeed at defeating the greenskins.

    Gelt ordered a camp to be set and for the men to rest. The following week they would make the rest of the journey to the Karak and begin their siege, but for now they had the pass blocked sp the greenskins could no longer retreat. Just as the encampment was being prepared drums could be heard in the distance. Getting closer. They echoed off the sides of the pass, and the men looked around fearfully. Bugles began to sound and everyone in the camp dropped what they were doing. The greenskins were marching out of the Karak to meet them in the open field, and they were just barely ready.

    The army had formed up in a standard three tier formation. Archers formed the front line, and swordsmen the second. Behind Conrad's company which was stationed on the far left, Gelt and his bodyguards were ready to rush to where they were needed most. On the right flank was a squadron of outrider cavalry equipped with handguns, and a company of crossbows,whose longer range would assist in taking out any flanking threats from the right flank. As the greenskin army advanced conrad could see that a large portion of it consisted of basic orc infantry. The army had never faced orcs in battle, and most of the army still had not been tested in combat. Conrad began to doubt their chances at victory. Then he realized another grim fact. The army facing him outnumbered the forces of the empire by almost two to one. The army of man still wasn't at full strength and only had 1300 soldiers. The orc forces appeared to number about 2000. Conrad grimaced. Retreat wasn't an option, they were in hostile territory and the terrain played to the greenskin advantage almost everywhere in the mountains. The army would have to stand and fight, and if they lost, they would be wiped out.

    The mortars began to rain fire down on the advancing mob of orcs and goblins . Inflicting massive casualties, but against so many it barely matterred. As the greenskins advanced Gelt moved himself and his bodyguard to take up the left most position, just left of Conrad's company. The crossbows also shifted to take up a position behind Getl and Conrads forces. As the enemy drew closer the outriders rushed out and began to fire on the advancing right flank of the greenskin army, drawing off three companies of infantry and a squadron of melee cavalry. These greenskins forces gave chase to the outriders as they continued to fire on them throughout the battle. Once the greenskin lines were in range the archers began to fire, getting off two volleys before falling back behind the second line of swordsmen. Conrad drew his sword and braced himself. There was no doubt about it this time. He would see combat. The greenskin force continued to run towards the sword line and began to split. A large force of about four companies of orcs and goblins veered left and then charged gelt and his bodyguards, choosing to focus on them. Another six companies of orcs focused on the center and right flank of the sword line. Surprisingly Conrad’s company did not have the bear the force of an infantry charge against them. Then Conrad realized why. A sharp whistle sounded overhead and he heard Victor shout “Shields!” Conrad lifted his shield above his head just as the first arrow struck it, making a loud thud as it bounced off the steel. The man next to him was not so lucky. And arrow struck him in the shoulder and buried half its length into his body. Conrad watched as the man fell and blood began to pool around him, soaking into the ground. Behind him Conrad could hear the crossbows beginning to fire, and after a few seconds the arrows raining down on his formation began to lessen, until they finally stopped altogether. Victor turned towards the men and Conrad saw him point his sword to the left, towards Gelt, and the mass of orcs surrounding him. Then he saw Victor mouth the words charge.

    Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The company slammed into the mass of orcs just as they were about to surround gelt and his bodyguard of greatswords. Conrad was one of the first in the fray, and he hacked at the back of one of the orcs as it attempted to strike down one of the bodyguards. Then slowly, the swordsmen began to advance further into the mob, with Conrad and Victor being the tip of the formation. Having been flanked, the first company of orcs began to flee the battle. Gelt used the opening this created to rain molten shards of silver upon the remaining orcs fighting him and his bodyguards. Conrad had not realized how close he was to the wizard in the fighting until he heard Getl yell to Victor. “Assist the main line, me and my men can hold here!” Victor nodded and signaled the men to turn around and engage the Orcs that were beginning to overwhelm the main sword line. The remaining four companies had so far been successful at holding off the seven companies of orcs that had charged them, mostly due to the support of archers firing into the orcs formations over the heads of the swordsmen. But without help they would soon break and the archers would be open to attack.

    As Conrad and the rest of the company sprinted to aid the failing infantry line, crossbowmen ran past them the opposite direction, firing into the rear of the orcs that were engaging Gelts force. Conrad then heard the mortars begin firing again, and the explosions sounded directly behind him. “That wizard is crazy!” he shouted to Victor. The mortars were firing into the orc lines while Gelts forces were still engaged with them. Just one wrong calculation and Gelt could lose dozens of men, or even kill himself. Maybe it’s a good thing Gelt ordered them out of that area. The orcs fighting the main line saw that Conrads’s company was rejoining the main battle and they broke contact to counter charge the reinforcements. Conrad’s company and the orcs company met at a full charge on both sides. The sheer size of the orcs surprised Conrad and he had to use his speed to avoid having his limbs torn off by their massive axes. Still running at full speed he ducked under the swing of an orc axe and turned before slashing down on the orcs arm. The orcs went down, blood pouring from its wound. Conrad then turned to face a second orc. It swung at him and he used his shield to block the first blow. The shield rang and he thought his arm was broken from the shock of the first blow. The second blow he sidestepped and then thrust his sword into the orcs throat. Suddenly he felt something slam into him and he was thrown to the ground. A third orc had bashed him with it’s shield and was raising it’s axe for the finishing blow. Conrad frantically searched for his sword but it was out of reach. He looked up and what he saw couldn't have made him happier. A crossbow bolt protruded from the orcs chest and it staggered back before collapsing. Conrad recovered to his feet and looked around. All around the battlefield the orcs were retreating. The army of men had won.

    Conrad and the rest of the cherry soldiers who had never seen a large battle let out a large cheer and raised their swords, shaking them at the fleeing greenskins. Conrad felt an arm on his, forcing him to lower his sword. Victor stood next to him shaking his head, staring at the ground. Conrad took a second look around him and noticed why.. The bodies of his comrades were all around him. “After every major battle there is a job to do. The empire needs numbers to record casualties, it needs to know how many replacements to send us.” Victor told Conrad solemnly. Slowly the other men began to realize what Conrad had just realized, and then the counting began. The dead were collected from the field, if they could be found, and lined up according to what company they belonged to. The empire had lost 242 soldiers, a small number given the fact the enemy force had numbered well over 2000. But of those 242, 36 had been in Conrad’s own company. His company had lost over a quarter of its strength in one day, and fifteen percent of all casualties from the battle had been from his company. “So this is war?” he thought to himself as he stared down the line of bodies. Suddenly he wasn't so sure he wanted to prove himself if this was the cost. But what choice did he have?


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    A good beginning! I like the way that you introduce Conrad, as someone who was conscripted but who wanted to serve in the army. You've got me interested in whether Conrad will prove himself worthy to join the 'real' army - and if, after he has experienced the reality of war, he'll still want to!

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    I agree with Alwyn, this a great beginning of your tale and a wonderful introduction of our protagonist, Conrad. From the beginning we get some insight on Conrad's character and the battles were well-conveyed, the chaos of Conrad's first encounter with a real battle, the realisation of the outcome of battles. I'm very interested to see where the story takes us next!

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    The Black Venom War ends


    The victory on the slopes of the mountain went uncelebrated. Too many of the greenskin savages had managed to escape and retreat back behind the walls of the Karak. Without Proper siege equipment any frontal assault would prove futile. Gelt instructed that the army surround the Karak and begin work on siege towers so that the weakened sword companies could approach the walls with relative safety. Victor informed Conrad and the rest of the company that reinforcements would not be joining them. He instructed them to stay warm and prepare for the months long siege that was to come.

    Conrad sat shivering on his bedroll, the makeshift tents that the army had packed up the mountain with them were made to be light and did little to keep out the frigid mountain air. The days were filled by the work the men did constructing the siege towers. Conrad had never seen such tall, wheeled monstrosities before and when he asked victor how they were used he decided he regretted asking. Apparently he and the rest of the company would load up inside one of these machines and use it to approach the walls, shielded from enemy arrows. A direct hit from enemy artillery could easily destroy such towers but as far as Victor knew the greenskin garrison did not have any, else they would have seen it in the battle on the slopes. When the tower reached the walls the draw bridge would lower and the swordsmen would jump onto the ramparts, ready to confront whatever the enemy had in store. Conrad sat in the tent contemplating how the next battle would be different. He’d never been in a battle that required such large scale equipment, and once hhe and the other men were on the walls and out of the tower, there was no retreat. The only way off the walls was to win, or die. Tomorrow Conrad would experience an entirely new type of warfare, and from what the veterans had told him, it was worse.

    Conrad’s sword swinging at his hip made climbing the tower difficult. For looking so large on the outside the space inside was cramped and there was no way to tell how high up you were. Conrad had volunteered to be one of the first people out, and so he would be at the highest point of the siege tower. He hated not knowing where he would be fighting or even when, but he didn’t want to be trapped in the tower any longer than he had too. After a few more ladders Conrad reached the top and got into his position near the drawbridge. Once everyone was on board the tower would begin moving to the front line and then towards the enemy walls. After a few minutes the entire structure swayed and lurched as it began moving forward, powered by the men at the bottom level, turning the gear the powered the wheels. The pace was agonizingly slow and Conrad Began to sweat with impatience. Soft booms began to sound off in the distance and whooshing noises came and went. Conrad could only guess that artillery that was mounted inside the towers and walls of the Karak had begun firing at the siege engines. Victor had told Conrad that the smaller artillery that was installed into the Karak’s defenses would only be able to take out a tower in the most ideal circumstances. Conrad hoped that the enemy did not find anything ideal today. Soon that whooshing stopped and Conrad knew that the bridge was about to drop. The siege tower had moved out of the defensive fortifications field of fire and would soon be at the wall. The tower came to a slow halt and Conrad could feel it sway for barely a second. Steel scraping on steel sounded as the men in the tower all drew their swords. Time seemed to stop, and then a loud crash filled the air as the interior of the tower was filled with light.

    Conrad let out a battle cry and jumped onto the drawbridge. He sprinted across faster than he'd ever run in his life and landed on the ramparts with about a half dozen other men, including Victor. He glanced around and realized that except for two small forces of goblins the walls were empty. The enemy had largely left this portion of the fortress undefended. Conrad Charged forward and when the goblins saw them coming they immediately turned their back and ran for the inner gates. Conrads company, along with two other companies of swordsmen rushed through after them and took up a defensive position just to the left of the gatehouse. Archers that had used ladders to scale the walls once they had been secured followed behind and began to take up positions on the walls to fire into the courtyard below. The Greenskins horde had reformed in the courtyard and launched a counter attack in an attempt to retake the gate. Conrad and the rest of the men waited as the orcs and goblins began to advance. The archers on the walls fired down into the mass of snarling beasts as they advanced but the arrows barely seemed to slow them down. Conrad held firm and raised his shield. All of a sudden a flash of light appeared in the sky and molten metal began to rain down among the mass of savages. Balthasar Gelt was charging through the gate, his bodyguard following closely behind him. The heavily armored Greatsword infantry and the wizard himself began wreaking havoc among the disoriented Greenskins and they had managed to distract most of the enemy garrison. A small force of two companies of Goblins continued to charge Conrad's Position and Conrad again readied himself. He would much rather fight this small group of goblins then the orcs that Gelt was now facing. Victor signaled the charge and the three companies of Swordsmen counter charged the advancing goblins, smashing into them with all of the force they could muster. Conrad himself was in the front line of the charge and leaped over the shield of one of the beast, while slicing down with his sword. The small creatures skull was easily split in two by the force of the attack, and it crumbled to the ground. Conrad faced a second Goblin but this one had seen what happened to the first and appeared more cautious. It jabbed at Conrad with it’s spear but Conrad easily blocked the blow with his shield. He knelt, shield still raised, and thrust his sword at the creature. It attempted to block Conrad’s thrust but was too slow and the sword slid neatly home into the creatures chest. All around Conrad the goblins were falling to the superior weapons and skill of the human soldiers. Only having killed two himself he noticed that there were no more enemies near him. In fact most of the Goblins force was wounded or dead. The forces of the empire had made short work of the miserable creatures. And the world was better for it. On the other side of the courtyard Gelt and his guard were finishing up with the rest of the enemy garrison. The archers on the walls cleaned up any stragglers they could find in the courtyard, but for the most part the battle was over. The Karak had been taken and the greenskin threat in the mountains was officially destroyed.

    Victor approached Conrad and put a hand on his shoulder. “We only lost one today” victor sighed. Conrad could tell even the loss of just one man ate at Victor. They walked to the gatehouse, away from where the mains battle had occurred, and away from the bodies. Victor leaned against the wall and looked at Conrad with a cold stare, almost as if he saw right through him. “When I first started this I wanted to prove myself as one of the Empires best. To command men and win glory for myself and mankind.” He lowered his head and stared at the ground. “Now I just want to make it through one campaign without losing a single man. This company is only 120 men, yet I have had more men die under my command then I have at my command at any given time. Is glory worth that?” Conrad didn't know how to respond. Instead he kept silent. “The reason I’m telling you this is because I’m leaving the army. When we get off this mountain I’m going home. And I’ve recommended you take my place, if you’ll have it.” Conrad was stunned. He had only been in the imperial military for just under a year and was being offered the chance to command an entire Company. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I want such an opportunity?” he asked Victor. “Because you’ll regret it, just as I have. With every man you lose, you’ll regret it. With every face of a young boy, friend, husband, or father that you see before you go to sleep at night you will regret being in command. You will never know if there was more you could have done.” Conrad looked into Victor's eyes and saw the pain that the man had lived through, and knew that Victor meant every word. “If leading is so terrible, why are you asking me to do it.?” he asked Victor. “Because if the men don’t have a good leader, they are all dead anyway.” With that final sentence Victor turned and walked back into the courtyard.


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    A great victory over the Greenskin Tribes. I really liked the part with the siege tower, the anxiety of battle, the feeling that this grand structure might collapse on itself any minute, killing the men it's carrying. Victor speaks true words, to lead men is a burden, yet someone has got to do it. I hope Victor reaches his home and can live there in peace for the remainder of his life. I do believe Conrad will be a good replacement for him, he has shown bravery and comraderie already and he is compassionate.

    A very good update! Looking forward to more!

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    Default Re: Conrad Hartwing. narrative mortal empires campaign.

    Like Turk, I enjoyed the way that you convey the vulnerability of Conrad and his men and the burden of command. The arrival of Balthasar Gelt is a good moment, too!

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