Fall, 1423
With the successful breakout, the Arcadians evacuated Triford as quickly as possible, abandoning and destroying anything that wasn’t essential for the retreat. The rebels left with little more than the clothes and equipment upon them, maps, specialized tools, the best weapons that they could obtain, and twenty-days supplies. That however included all 2385 gonnes, as well as all the black powder, flint, boring and fitting tools, repair kits, and mobile smithies. It also included all of the wounded and all of the civilians that chose to follow the Arcadians into the Hinterlands.
Everyone already knew what happened to those who fell into Imperial hands.
Caught off-guard by the direction of the breakout, General Anderson was unable to reassemble his scattered forces before two full days had passed-further slowed by Mera’s harassing attacks on assembly points-but soon enough was throwing out strong forces in pursuit. With the wounded and civilians slowing down the retreating columns, the rearguard soon came under heavy pressure. Danby’s mixed infantry-cavalry force was forced to stop, fight off waves of light cavalry and skirmishers, then quickly remount and retreat before the heavier opposition came into action, the exhausted soldiers suffering heavy losses in the incessant actions.
On the fourth day, Jayna and Mera returned from their operations to meet up with Chagraff directing the retreat. As the dragon stripped off his armor and went for some food and drink, Jayna went to get updated on the situation.
“How are things, Chagraff?” The Arcadian leader said as she reached the open-air command post, removing her helm and resting it on the crook of her arm as she drank a flask of beer and then wiped her face.
The Rusan nodded, though his face betrayed his continued worry as he went to the map. “Things are alright, all things considered. Better than being trapped like a fish in a barrel. The vanguard of our army has reached the hills around Goldsboro and are building defenses there. Our forces are quite stretched on the road over however, and our rear with the civilian trains is especially lagging. Our rearguard has been under heavy pressure since the Old North Road cutoff.”
Jayna stopped. "How heavy were the losses?"
Chagraff shook his head. "Three hundred, out of eight hundred. I needed to reinforce Danby with another regiment of archers."
The Arcadian leader was silent for a long time, before taking another drink. “Mera and I will join them after we get a bit of rest and-”
Galloping at full speed, a breathless messenger suddenly interrupted the Arcadian leaders. “A column of Imperial knights just broke through our lines-the rearguard has been routed at Anthony’s Hill. Major Danby humbly requests reinforcements.” The rear guard commander’s typical understatement.
“Fuck.” Was all Chagraff commented in reply.
Jayna put her helm back on. “Guess we go in now.”
***
Rummels’ Field was in the middle of the Hinterlands, a large, flat expanse of grassland between several small, broken hillocks to the West and thin piney forest to the East.
Working their way past the hurriedly withdrawing columns of troops and crowds of fleeing civilians with their meager possessions on their backs and wagons, Mera had found the position on a small rise about 10 miles from Anthony’s Hill overlooking the Triford Road where it passed by this field.
A place to make a stand.
Jayna was clad in her Gothic armor, resting her gonne atop the pommel of the dragon’s saddle to take aim. She had affixed her the spike of her grandfather’s awlpike onto the front of her gonne, so that it could be used as a polearm as well as a ranged weapon.
Mera was clad in armor as well, his face and flank covered with overlapping plate armor.
In the distance human and dragon could hear the commotion from the rout and slaughter of their forces and the civilians in front of them, and the continuing pursuit of the enemy.
There was nothing to be done except to hope as many made it past them as possible, and to prepare a counterattack.
Soon enough came the remnants of the rearguard, fleeing in confusion, intermingled with the unfortunate civilians in the back of the long retreating column, now being hunted like rabbits before the hounds. Several of the soldiers on horseback were wounded, though few of the foot or noncombatants-those attacked by riders were likely not going to escape.
Some of the Arcadians noticed the dragon and the rider.
"It's Lady Durham!"
A few people stopped to cheer.
"Rally on this hill!"Jayna called in response. "Those unwounded on horseback follow our lead and look for refugees, wounded and prisoners. I'm counting on you all!"
"There were a lot of knights bearing down on us.” A soldier called back. “Can even the dragon take them on?"
Jayna snorted, lowering her helm. "Of course he can. Now wait for my signal!"
The enemy came up soon enough, a contingent of 50 armored knights, man and horse fully clad in plate armor, charged through Rummels’ Field with longswords drawn or poleaxes swinging and banners flapping in the wind.
“You know, something like this happened back when I first met your grandfather.” Mera abruptly mentioned.
“Well you’re here. We can beat them.”
“We were lucky and they were stupid.”
“We could still be lucky and they stupid.”
Mera snorted but shook his head. “Jayna, I don’t want you to risk your life in this war. I can. At some point I will decide to tell you to leave me. Whenever that happens, go.”
The Arcadian leader was taken aback. “What? No! We will fight this together!”
“Not now. We can beat these fools. But at some point. You do this, or I leave right now. My time is my own. But I won’t suffer you falling. Got it?”
“Fine!”
“Good.”
“Now charge!”
With a roar, Mera launched himself forward.
***
The Gendarme came on with foolhardy bravery, galloping at full speed up the Triford Road.
Clad in a thick, nigh impregnable coat of Gothic plate armor, deadly poleaxes and longswords by now speckled with blood, with banners flowing and horns blowing, the knights charged forward.
The pride of the Imperial Army, they had been the decisive arm of the Jamersonians since Karlstein Hill and had never been directly defeated in battle. During this Arcadian struggle, they had continued their string of victories and swept all opposition before them, from Martinsburg to Anthony’s Hill, where they abruptly overran the startled defenders and shattered them, before pursuing the survivors and capturing and slaughtering any rebels or their supporters they came across. Like an unraveling thread, the Gendarme tore up the rearward elements of the Arcadian army as they pursued forward.
That was about to change.
The dragon and its female rider suddenly appeared on a hillock, and with a roar, counter-charged towards them, bearing down like a force of nature, a tidal wave of scale and armor itself.
In response, the knights fixed their lines, lowered their lances and calmly prepared for impact.
The Gendarme were brave.
But they were dumb.
Lowering his armored right shoulder and wing like a ram, Mera bashed his way through the first few knights, whipping his head to unhorse others- sending a half dozen horse and riders flying- then abruptly stopped, threw his head forward, and blew a sheet of flame at the main body of cavalry in front of them.
Meanwhile on Mera’s back Jayna aimed and fired her gonne, sending an Imperial captain crumpling off his horse. Reloading as the dragon galloped on, the dragonrider fired another shot, sending another breast and the officer it carried crashing to the ground.
The Gendarme tried to respond, charging at Mera from both sides to skewer him, aiming at the dragon’s eyes and exposed wings and underparts, but they failed to account for the Mera’s speed, his flailing tail, or sweeping armor-protected wingclaws, or Jayna’s aim. In short order, another dozen knights lay dead or wounded on the ground, their mounts fleeing or joining them, and the few remaining Gendarme, finally having decided that discretion was the better part of valor, broke off from combat and retreated, leaving behind a carpet of fallen comrades.
Mera hurried the dozen or so survivors along with a few blasts of flame, and finally sat back on his haunches watching their opponents disappear back into the woods. With a cheer, the dozen or so Arcadian light cavalry obeyed Jayna’s order and shadowed the Imperial retreat.
The fight at Rummels’ Field was over within ten minutes.
Jayna looked over the broken and bloody and charred remains scattered across the field.
“You cut them to pieces.”
“Serves them right.” The dragon muttered. “You helped as well.”
Jayna leaped off Mera’s back, took off her helm and stared at the woods ahead. “I hate to see what these Imperials did to our people back there.”
“It doesn’t help anything whether you know or not.” The dragon shrugged. “It’s probably horrific. I’m fine not looking further.”
The Arcadian leader stood silently for a minute, then nodded and turned back. “It’s best not to know. I know enough that this war is cruel, and that many people have made sacrifices in my name. I need to keep my emotional distance.”
Mera took one last look towards Anthony’s Hill before turning as well and following Jayna. “Hopefully this teaches Anderson to keep his physical distance.”
Dead Kennedys - Forward To Death
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With the successful breakout, the Arcadians evacuated Triford as quickly as possible, abandoning and destroying anything that wasn’t essential for the retreat. The rebels left with little more than the clothes and equipment upon them, maps, specialized tools, the best weapons that they could obtain, and twenty-days supplies. That however included all 2385 gonnes, as well as all the black powder, flint, boring and fitting tools, repair kits, and mobile smithies. It also included all of the wounded and all of the civilians that chose to follow the Arcadians into the Hinterlands.
Everyone already knew what happened to those who fell into Imperial hands.
Caught off-guard by the direction of the breakout, General Anderson was unable to reassemble his scattered forces before two full days had passed-further slowed by Mera’s harassing attacks on assembly points-but soon enough was throwing out strong forces in pursuit. With the wounded and civilians slowing down the retreating columns, the rearguard soon came under heavy pressure. Danby’s mixed infantry-cavalry force was forced to stop, fight off waves of light cavalry and skirmishers, then quickly remount and retreat before the heavier opposition came into action, the exhausted soldiers suffering heavy losses in the incessant actions.
On the fourth day, Jayna and Mera returned from their operations to meet up with Chagraff directing the retreat. As the dragon stripped off his armor and went for some food and drink, Jayna went to get updated on the situation.
“How are things, Chagraff?” The Arcadian leader said as she reached the open-air command post, removing her helm and resting it on the crook of her arm as she drank a flask of beer and then wiped her face.
The Rusan nodded, though his face betrayed his continued worry as he went to the map. “Things are alright, all things considered. Better than being trapped like a fish in a barrel. The vanguard of our army has reached the hills around Goldsboro and are building defenses there. Our forces are quite stretched on the road over however, and our rear with the civilian trains is especially lagging. Our rearguard has been under heavy pressure since the Old North Road cutoff.”
Jayna stopped. "How heavy were the losses?"
Chagraff shook his head. "Three hundred, out of eight hundred. I needed to reinforce Danby with another regiment of archers."
The Arcadian leader was silent for a long time, before taking another drink. “Mera and I will join them after we get a bit of rest and-”
Galloping at full speed, a breathless messenger suddenly interrupted the Arcadian leaders. “A column of Imperial knights just broke through our lines-the rearguard has been routed at Anthony’s Hill. Major Danby humbly requests reinforcements.” The rear guard commander’s typical understatement.
“Fuck.” Was all Chagraff commented in reply.
Jayna put her helm back on. “Guess we go in now.”
***
Rummels’ Field was in the middle of the Hinterlands, a large, flat expanse of grassland between several small, broken hillocks to the West and thin piney forest to the East.
Working their way past the hurriedly withdrawing columns of troops and crowds of fleeing civilians with their meager possessions on their backs and wagons, Mera had found the position on a small rise about 10 miles from Anthony’s Hill overlooking the Triford Road where it passed by this field.
A place to make a stand.
Jayna was clad in her Gothic armor, resting her gonne atop the pommel of the dragon’s saddle to take aim. She had affixed her the spike of her grandfather’s awlpike onto the front of her gonne, so that it could be used as a polearm as well as a ranged weapon.
Mera was clad in armor as well, his face and flank covered with overlapping plate armor.
In the distance human and dragon could hear the commotion from the rout and slaughter of their forces and the civilians in front of them, and the continuing pursuit of the enemy.
There was nothing to be done except to hope as many made it past them as possible, and to prepare a counterattack.
Soon enough came the remnants of the rearguard, fleeing in confusion, intermingled with the unfortunate civilians in the back of the long retreating column, now being hunted like rabbits before the hounds. Several of the soldiers on horseback were wounded, though few of the foot or noncombatants-those attacked by riders were likely not going to escape.
Some of the Arcadians noticed the dragon and the rider.
"It's Lady Durham!"
A few people stopped to cheer.
"Rally on this hill!"Jayna called in response. "Those unwounded on horseback follow our lead and look for refugees, wounded and prisoners. I'm counting on you all!"
"There were a lot of knights bearing down on us.” A soldier called back. “Can even the dragon take them on?"
Jayna snorted, lowering her helm. "Of course he can. Now wait for my signal!"
The enemy came up soon enough, a contingent of 50 armored knights, man and horse fully clad in plate armor, charged through Rummels’ Field with longswords drawn or poleaxes swinging and banners flapping in the wind.
“You know, something like this happened back when I first met your grandfather.” Mera abruptly mentioned.
“Well you’re here. We can beat them.”
“We were lucky and they were stupid.”
“We could still be lucky and they stupid.”
Mera snorted but shook his head. “Jayna, I don’t want you to risk your life in this war. I can. At some point I will decide to tell you to leave me. Whenever that happens, go.”
The Arcadian leader was taken aback. “What? No! We will fight this together!”
“Not now. We can beat these fools. But at some point. You do this, or I leave right now. My time is my own. But I won’t suffer you falling. Got it?”
“Fine!”
“Good.”
“Now charge!”
With a roar, Mera launched himself forward.
***
The Gendarme came on with foolhardy bravery, galloping at full speed up the Triford Road.
Clad in a thick, nigh impregnable coat of Gothic plate armor, deadly poleaxes and longswords by now speckled with blood, with banners flowing and horns blowing, the knights charged forward.
The pride of the Imperial Army, they had been the decisive arm of the Jamersonians since Karlstein Hill and had never been directly defeated in battle. During this Arcadian struggle, they had continued their string of victories and swept all opposition before them, from Martinsburg to Anthony’s Hill, where they abruptly overran the startled defenders and shattered them, before pursuing the survivors and capturing and slaughtering any rebels or their supporters they came across. Like an unraveling thread, the Gendarme tore up the rearward elements of the Arcadian army as they pursued forward.
That was about to change.
The dragon and its female rider suddenly appeared on a hillock, and with a roar, counter-charged towards them, bearing down like a force of nature, a tidal wave of scale and armor itself.
In response, the knights fixed their lines, lowered their lances and calmly prepared for impact.
The Gendarme were brave.
But they were dumb.
Lowering his armored right shoulder and wing like a ram, Mera bashed his way through the first few knights, whipping his head to unhorse others- sending a half dozen horse and riders flying- then abruptly stopped, threw his head forward, and blew a sheet of flame at the main body of cavalry in front of them.
Meanwhile on Mera’s back Jayna aimed and fired her gonne, sending an Imperial captain crumpling off his horse. Reloading as the dragon galloped on, the dragonrider fired another shot, sending another breast and the officer it carried crashing to the ground.
The Gendarme tried to respond, charging at Mera from both sides to skewer him, aiming at the dragon’s eyes and exposed wings and underparts, but they failed to account for the Mera’s speed, his flailing tail, or sweeping armor-protected wingclaws, or Jayna’s aim. In short order, another dozen knights lay dead or wounded on the ground, their mounts fleeing or joining them, and the few remaining Gendarme, finally having decided that discretion was the better part of valor, broke off from combat and retreated, leaving behind a carpet of fallen comrades.
Mera hurried the dozen or so survivors along with a few blasts of flame, and finally sat back on his haunches watching their opponents disappear back into the woods. With a cheer, the dozen or so Arcadian light cavalry obeyed Jayna’s order and shadowed the Imperial retreat.
The fight at Rummels’ Field was over within ten minutes.
Jayna looked over the broken and bloody and charred remains scattered across the field.
“You cut them to pieces.”
“Serves them right.” The dragon muttered. “You helped as well.”
Jayna leaped off Mera’s back, took off her helm and stared at the woods ahead. “I hate to see what these Imperials did to our people back there.”
“It doesn’t help anything whether you know or not.” The dragon shrugged. “It’s probably horrific. I’m fine not looking further.”
The Arcadian leader stood silently for a minute, then nodded and turned back. “It’s best not to know. I know enough that this war is cruel, and that many people have made sacrifices in my name. I need to keep my emotional distance.”
Mera took one last look towards Anthony’s Hill before turning as well and following Jayna. “Hopefully this teaches Anderson to keep his physical distance.”
Dead Kennedys - Forward To Death
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Gender Multiple characters
Size 1280 x 819px
That's actually a handcannon with a pikehead attached to it like a bayonet.
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