Kulikovia
20-08-2007, 19:38
ACT I
A thick fog covered the land. One could hardly see the very hand one owned. It enveloped the land, spreading like a fire, consuming everything and denying sight to all. Through the moors to the bank of the river Telska, it formed and remained, refusing to give weigh to the day. The morning struck with the fog still prevailing. The camp of Vladimir Adenski, Grand Prince of Kulkara, sat within his grand tent. Surrounding him were various desks, chairs, charts and maps. He donned his armor, his hand gliding and pausing over the scars of battle. This armor served him well over the past few years. As he prepared for the day ahead, a sound eminated from outside. A shadow loomed across the canvas as it neared the entrance, the flap whisked open and entered his aid-de-camp Aleksandr Pashov, a man many referred to as Vladimir's brother. The two grew up in the court of Vladimir's father, Aleksandr deriving from a noble famil, the two gre up side by side and learned the same arts of war,peace, and everything in between. He was a man of great build and features, his face freshly shaven clean.
"What became of your beard?" Vladimir inquired, fastening the leather straps to his breast plate.
"If I am to meet the boatman today, I want to look my best for him" Aleksandr broke out into a laugh and entered the inside, his boots stepping atop furs laid down as a floor.
"The boatman will become rich today, that is for certain" Vladimir replied, cracking his knuckles.
"My lord, the council wishes to meet once more before the battle commences. Some of them have entertained different stradegies for the battle and desire your judgement."
"Certainly, I doubt Prince Gregor over yonder field has any intentions of moving soon so we shall convene."
Within a few moments, the other generals and noblemen who pledged support to Vladimir entered, surrounding a sketch of the terrian by scouts a day prior. They bickered and argued about the proper course of action.
"Brothers, peace!" Vladimir bellowed and all became silent "Today is thee most important day of our campaign. Before us lay the last opposing force to our war of unification. Prince Gregor of Rhydia rests over yonder ridge with the hopes of staving us off long enough to allow his cousin, Grand Duke Stanislav to arrive upon the field with his army. We must crush Gregor as a testimant to our strength and resolve, and send fear into Stanislav's heart. If the day is ours, so is the future!"
"My lord, the fog lifts as we speak. Scouts report that Gregor marshals his army upon this ridge" said an aide who pointed to a area of higher elevation.
"Boris, you will command the left, I the right, and Fyodor shall take the center." Vladimir drew several blocks.
"And my place?" Aleksandr asked eagerly.
"Dear Alexsandr, take with you thr cavalry and make way towards this sunken road and await the changing of the tide. If they flee, route them. If Stanislav arrives, hold them so that we may make a proper retreat."
"Sier! Pray thee shall give me a more noble charge. There shall be little action for the cavalry, except to finish off a few straglers!"
"Only time will tell. Now, I end this council and let us make our way to the field. May God turn his eyes from today, it will not be a sight for the holy" Vladimir finished as they departed, Aleksandr fumed over the charge given upon him.
A thick fog covered the land. One could hardly see the very hand one owned. It enveloped the land, spreading like a fire, consuming everything and denying sight to all. Through the moors to the bank of the river Telska, it formed and remained, refusing to give weigh to the day. The morning struck with the fog still prevailing. The camp of Vladimir Adenski, Grand Prince of Kulkara, sat within his grand tent. Surrounding him were various desks, chairs, charts and maps. He donned his armor, his hand gliding and pausing over the scars of battle. This armor served him well over the past few years. As he prepared for the day ahead, a sound eminated from outside. A shadow loomed across the canvas as it neared the entrance, the flap whisked open and entered his aid-de-camp Aleksandr Pashov, a man many referred to as Vladimir's brother. The two grew up in the court of Vladimir's father, Aleksandr deriving from a noble famil, the two gre up side by side and learned the same arts of war,peace, and everything in between. He was a man of great build and features, his face freshly shaven clean.
"What became of your beard?" Vladimir inquired, fastening the leather straps to his breast plate.
"If I am to meet the boatman today, I want to look my best for him" Aleksandr broke out into a laugh and entered the inside, his boots stepping atop furs laid down as a floor.
"The boatman will become rich today, that is for certain" Vladimir replied, cracking his knuckles.
"My lord, the council wishes to meet once more before the battle commences. Some of them have entertained different stradegies for the battle and desire your judgement."
"Certainly, I doubt Prince Gregor over yonder field has any intentions of moving soon so we shall convene."
Within a few moments, the other generals and noblemen who pledged support to Vladimir entered, surrounding a sketch of the terrian by scouts a day prior. They bickered and argued about the proper course of action.
"Brothers, peace!" Vladimir bellowed and all became silent "Today is thee most important day of our campaign. Before us lay the last opposing force to our war of unification. Prince Gregor of Rhydia rests over yonder ridge with the hopes of staving us off long enough to allow his cousin, Grand Duke Stanislav to arrive upon the field with his army. We must crush Gregor as a testimant to our strength and resolve, and send fear into Stanislav's heart. If the day is ours, so is the future!"
"My lord, the fog lifts as we speak. Scouts report that Gregor marshals his army upon this ridge" said an aide who pointed to a area of higher elevation.
"Boris, you will command the left, I the right, and Fyodor shall take the center." Vladimir drew several blocks.
"And my place?" Aleksandr asked eagerly.
"Dear Alexsandr, take with you thr cavalry and make way towards this sunken road and await the changing of the tide. If they flee, route them. If Stanislav arrives, hold them so that we may make a proper retreat."
"Sier! Pray thee shall give me a more noble charge. There shall be little action for the cavalry, except to finish off a few straglers!"
"Only time will tell. Now, I end this council and let us make our way to the field. May God turn his eyes from today, it will not be a sight for the holy" Vladimir finished as they departed, Aleksandr fumed over the charge given upon him.