tilsburg is heading to sussex on his way home from norland and conducting his forces by layline and magic pigeon as he gos

Miranda urged her horse out of the stables and onto the parade ground of the fortress-monastery. The dawn sun lit the white walls with gold and pink hues that turned the sky to liquid fire. Her long, steel-grey hair was unbound and flowed around her in the wind as the grey destrier beneath her carried her infront of the formation. BlackGuard, Fire Blades, Hospitallers and Exorcist-Priests all marshalled on the wide yard stood up straight as she came to a halt, the banner of the exorcists held high behind her by the High Marshal.

The dawns light seemed to be sucked into her obsidian battle plate, the dark colour absorbing all light into it rather than realy being a definable shade. Her staff crackled with power and as she looked across the serried ranks of holy warriors every man and woman felt as if she was looking at them personally. She portrayed a confidence that she did not feel. She had fought in countless battles over her long life but while she was a good soldier she had never had the gift of making speeches. That was always the role of the Grand Master, he had always known what to say. But Cadvan was on quest and as much as she might wish him here it would not change reality. she sucked in a great breath and projected her voice across the space.

"Brothers and Sisters! The Light shines its blessings upon us this morning!"

her words, projected in stentorian tones and with enough volume to make the nearest men of her bodyguard wince and the furthest horse startle, echoed back from the high walls.

"The Field Marshall of Britannia has personnaly called for our assitence. We march, not for glory or honour, but to defend those in need. You are the sword and shield of the Light. We have our duty, i expect you to keep to it. Uphold the laws of the Light, protect the weak and preserve the innocent. For the sake of our kin and in the name of the Light we march to Sussex."

Miranda focused her will on the ley-orb held by one of her aides, projecting the image of the golden dawn touching the fluttering standard of the exorcists.

"Follow me my Brothers and Sisters. Follow the standard of our order. The Light has willed it, we march in its favour." she held up her hands above her head and made the sign of the light.

The men and women roared their approval, many bellowing "The Light Wills It!" Miranda smiled and turned her horse and led the way through the main gates and out into the countryside. Her forces followed behind, cavalry and infantry with skirmishers out as scouts. Behind the soldiers came the baggage train with wagans for supplies and tents. And behind them the mounted rear guard. The very air around the mixed Battalian crackled with the emotions and harnesed magics of its warriors.

She knew they must her hurry and make good time. She had sent word to the souther chapter-houses to make ready.

She would march her forces to join with the field marshal tilsburgs own forces as he came south. Then they would continue together.

After commencing in his acts of divination and magic for quite some time, Vhal thought upon much, and could forsee the death of many mortals, most importantly, those chosen of Middle Earth, Albion.

Stuck between two worlds, between Alfheims fall and Midgard, he knew not where to turn, but his ever song grew weaker, many moons ago Paladin Asvhaldr could have percieved the weave of magic and with a few silent words, metamorphasised the surroundings around him until he re-appeared in Alfheim... Alas, with the fall of one of the greatest of Heavens, this was no longer the case.

Leaping upon his Asgardian High Elven steed, he could forsee that he would have to ride great distances, and without rest for both of them before they could match up with the large forces moving south. Many rumours were spoken of Vhals horse, some say it was blessed with the boon of magic, others, meerely rumoured that this line of horses were of the lineage of Sleipnir itself, born of Godhood, some could say the great horse Sleipnir itself was a God of Horses.

With the long gallop taking up much time, if not days, Vhal eventually saw the Banners in the distance of Britannia.

With the last reserves of his steed bellowing through its hooves and Vhal beginning to grow tired from his constant gallop, he could feel his thighs ache, and his eyes wishing to draw south, it had been almost ten days since he had rested properly, the negotiations of Nor had taken it out of him, and that was an understatement.

Circling round the holy forces, Vhal spoke, loud and clear.

"I am a lone Templar of Middle Earth, you may have heard of me, I am Paladin Asvhaldr. I seek to Bolster your ranks in your fight against this imminent Evil."

Moving in Closer at a lighter trott, he spoke once more.

I have experiance fighting The Red Mage himself, The last of the Asgardian High Elves on Middle Earth wishes to join you in this fight!"

As he moved closer, it was obvious Asvhaldr's clothing had changed, no longer had he wished to try and 'mingle' with the humans of Middle Earth, adorned with great silver, robes of priceless quality, and his ancient Mithril Plate and Chain, he was ready to fight this force of evil on his own terms, there was no use hiding his lineage and great ancestry anymore, he was an Asgardian High Elf, one of those of Alfheim, an elf of Light, and be it to Victory of Valhalla, he knew hiding when his homeland seemed lost, was pointless now.

Miranda held up a hand and as her bodyguard came to a halt the marching column followed their lead. The wind caught the banners and set them flying high and proud. she brushed a strand of hair away from her lined face as she considered the man before her. a broad smile spread across her face and a deep laugh erupted in a heady joy.

"Come, Paladin of the Light. There is yet room beneath our standard." she reached out with a black armoured gauntlet and becconed the holy knight to ride beside her.
"We have little time Paladin, we must ride fast and hard"

"An Honour, melonin, friend,

Understood, I'll follow your lead."

Rather proud by the respect offered to the herralding of Asvhaldr, he promptly fell into formation beside Miranda.

"The Red Mage has used foul magics which stop him from being harmed, and I believe he has the capacity to influence Chronomancy, If this comes to a fight with The Red Mage, I am certain I can hold him, but for no more than a matter of Minutes... We must find his weakness."

And with that, Asvhaldr cracked the reigns of his steed, and that of Middle Earth, and the Heavens allied as one.

tilsburg travels down from Nordic lands along the north sea to the head of the Britannia channel where he joins up with battle ships and marines sent by admiral minch where there joined by two garrisons from Normandy extra archers are being dispatched from normandy and the essex kant borders
as you read this message tilsburg is in discussion with kinig and orin

The beach on the Sussex coast is thick with black smoke and flames can be seen as far away as Hampshire the sky is littered with great flying insects but the brave people of sussex are fighting for all there worth
Despite this tilsburg orders all commanders to wait on his command
unless they come under attack any one who disobeys will be held accountable for there action

Nevyn had taken up command of a regiment of mercenary archers, supported by a scattering of well-trained catapult teams, positioned just over a rise in the countryside that would provide a clear viewpoint of the battle, slightly off to one side but well within range of their good stout yew longbows and the hardened oak catapults.

Carts pulled by Oxen were loaded with barrels filled with rocks, and bundles of arrows in oiled canvasses. When the archers and catapultists crested the hill they would be just behind, ready to re-supply the men and woman of Albion once their carried supplied ran out.

Nevyn caught hold of his Hare symbol on it's thong hanging around his neck and let himself de-focus, tuning into the leyline that connected to K'Nig, ensuring that the connection was secure and uninterupted. Briefly Nevyn stated that "all is in position here, awaiting the general's order to Crest the Hill and Fire."

Miranda halted her army when they were just out of sight of the battle . Thick black smoke dirtied the sky and she made the sign of the light over her chest as she briefly muttered a prayer for all those that had fallen.

Healers with their guardians were moving through the southern lands to help where needed.

The exorcist fleet set sail from the Tillian docks, sleek war-galleys and hulking battle-cogs.

The exorcist army quickly moved into battle formation, the bellowed orders of the Marshals and sergeant-at-arms chivying them into position under the banners of their units. Almost fifteen hundred warriors marched beneath the banner of the exorcist order today. BlackGuard formed up in the centre, heavy infantry in dense formation with smaller units of archers inbetween the blocks. Ahead lightly armed skirmishers formed a line. Interspaced in the BlackGuard formations clerics and healers stood ready to lend their aid. Each BlackGuard formation was lead by a Fire Blade templar, distinctive in their black enammled plate armour. On the flanks of the army two detachments of mounted heavy cavalry formed of Fire Blade templars stood ready on their huge destriers.

Behind the main formation Miranda sat on her war-horse, staff in hand. Gathered around her was her command group and her bodyguard of shadow guard, huge men in faceless obsidian war-plate with huge silvered zweihander swords held at the ready. A mix of clerics, healers and exorcist-priests attended on her and the High Marshal of the Order held the exorcist standard aloft in the gatherind wind.

As the army settled into position Miranda turned to her aides, "The army will advance to top of the ridge and hold its position there". Swift orders were passed and the army advances. The air was filled with the sound like glass knocking against each other. Strapped to each warriors left leg were silver bells to keep the cadence of the march. The army crested the hill and held its position there.

Miranda turned to the Paladin,
"And now we wait for the Field Marshals orders, Friend Asvhaldr. To our east are the forces of Nevin Swiftarrow. Unless you wish for another place in the battle line would you care to stay with my command group?"

From the West of sussex marches King Welf anger filling his young heart. All of the Kingdoms army which had been stationed on the Wessex/Sussex boarder where dead, not just killed but also harvested in prgnated and eaten. He had slain every insectoid he came across even those who begged forgiveness and claimed to be the enamies of Wyrdron. All the filthfy little beasts where going to die. His Holy Fortress walked ahead of his troops pooring holy death out onto the enemy, his men cut down and killed all who stood in their way. General Tilsburg he called we are comming!

to all commanding officers king kinig is at this time in negotiations with the red mage and wyrdron we are in a 48 hour ceasefire wHy we try to bring them on our side .will update as events unfolded

field marshal tilsburg

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

The King reluctantly told his forces to stop. Peace, cease fire what was going on. He wanted to know.... Field Marchal Tilsburg please ley line me and let me know what is happening please. My men want to go kill some bad guys and so do I.

Miranda detached a third of her forces under the High Marshal and ordered them to rendevouz with the exorcist britannic fleet in the tiliian docks and make ready to sail for europa. the remaining troops settled down and started to form a makeshift camp complete with palisade wall on the ridge

MESSAGE TO KING WELF if you get a chances to capture any more insect men keep them and hand them over to smyrten
you need to take some troops into Brighton and evacuate all the refugees clear the places off every one and take them to angus ross the chieftain of north hampshire i have told him to expect you you need to find a way around the south downs to make it easier for the refuges

field marshal tilsburg

LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

A MESSAGE HAS BEEN SENT TO ALL COMMANDERS OF THE KINGDOM OF BRITANNIA INFORMING THEM OF THE SITUATION IN EUROPA
N.A.T.O is at this moment preparing to defend its member nations and surrounding lands

military memo

The earth shook. People looked around wondering what was happening. then the sound of deep bass drums and Brazen horns could be heard in the distance and the trembling of the ground settled into a steady rhythm. As the columns marched south towards Sussex people stood and watched, indeed most parts of Albion had not seen a host of Dwarves on the march centuries.

At their head marched a Dwarf carrying a large axe and a tankard which bore the scars of many battles. Bofur knew that him and his bodyguard of 500 Elite Dwarven warriors weren't a match for the army that awaited them but they may just provide a much needed edge that his allies needed. He had sent word to the King of his hold and his Thanes to send aid also but had been unable to remain at home waiting for a reply. The Fortress of Bravery had never been one to shy away from war in times of need.

"March on lads!" Cried Bofur "Let it never be said that our people do not hold to our oaths of brotherhood! Tilsburg, Umbjeargen, Asvaldr and many others who are friends to our people stand ready to fight! We shall not let them stand alone! We shall stand side by side with them! We shall be as stone, unmoving and unyeilding! We shall be the anvil onto which our enemies shall be beaten! We shall fight and our deeds will be sung of in the halls of our ancestors!"

The noise of the answering cheer from his men filled Bofur's heart with pride, not to mention the countryide for miles around. As they continued their march he just prayed they would arrive in time, Dwarves were nt known for their speed, but they could march through day and night for weeks on end such was their endurance and resiliant nature.

They would arrive in time.

He shuddered to think what he would do if his men arrived and the battle was already over, they would be so dissapointed they could drink his brewery dry in a month!

"March double time boys! We don't want to be late now do we?" He prayed they wouldnt be...

A thousand cries echo'd in Paladin Asvhaldr's ears as he could hear the heavens roar, more ancients had perished... What would be left?

In a brief moment Vhal looked into the distance to percieve the ether, but nothing came to him.

"I must leave post haste to King Welf's troops."

The cease fire will hold until Thundersday the 25th day of Chaste. Up until then ALL civillians and troops loyal to the Kingdom of Essex, Albion, Britiania and its NATO allies have free passage to leave Sussex by the nearest boarder. All fellows of the fiorementioned Kingdoms and countries still in Sussex by Fireday 26th will be deemed hostile and slain.

Herald of the red Priest

the exorcist army broke camp and marched back to the borders of sussex to take up a defensive line and wait for further orders from the field marshal.

Nevyn and the army he commanded moved back down the hill, away from the war-zone and then travelled far enough away on the flat to be a safe distance should the enemy break the hold and crest the hill.

As a precaution he confided with the other men-in-charge and agreed that two watch posts should be set up on top of the rise in the best position to see both sides of the hill, and that a rotating watch consisting of an archer, spell-worker and swordsman should be set up and kept patrolling. Periodic reports back would be expected also.

With this done, and other small affairs sorted, Nevyn pulled his load down off his horse and started to pitch his green tent alongside the other men-in-charge, all around him a hive of activity as the other archers, mercenaries and ballistic crews did the same.

A message was then sent to general Tilsburg announcing that camp was set, watch was set, and further orders awaited.