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World of Teravas
(Concordat POV)
The Battle of Hollowmoor Vale
(Fought 7th–9th Greengild, 762 A.E.)
Belligerents:
Vulpine Concordat Army of the Crest, commanded by General Lucien Velthar
Diremarch 2nd Army, under Field Marshal Albrecht Vonneir
Overview:
Hollowmoor Vale, a strategically vital corridor of farmland and ridgelines, became the site of a prolonged three-day engagement. With access to the Eastern Riverlands and highland supply roads at stake, both sides committed full divisions to the field. The Concordat emerged decisively victorious, after inflicting ruinous casualties on the Diremarch forces.
Day One – The Advance and Exchange (7th Greengild):
At first light, Diremarch forces deployed in classic columnar fashion—four divisions strong—moving under the cover of pre-sited field artillery. Their right flank, consisting of two Chainbound cohorts supported by regular grenadier companies, attempted to seize the willow breaks along the River Talren.
Concordat fusiliers, entrenched behind a stone dyke, withheld fire until the enemy was within seventy paces. Upon the signal drum, a fusillade was unleashed, followed by counterbattery fire from Concordat 6-pounders stationed along the Brindle Hill.
Cavalry Skirmish:
A probing maneuver by Diremarch hussars on the west flank was repelled by the 4th Concordat Dragoons, who executed a disciplined counter-charge, cutting deep into the lancer line and forcing a hasty retreat. The battlefield settled into a bloody stalemate as dusk fell.
Day Two – Maneuver and Attrition (8th Greengild):
General Velthar, observing the enemy's overcommitment to their right, ordered Colonel Theren Alovet's 9th Light Infantry to feint eastward and draw the Diremarch’s reserves. Simultaneously, the 2nd Vulpine Light Horse rode a wide arc through the treeline to outflank the center.
At noon, sustained bombardment began—over 3,000 rounds exchanged across the front. Concordat sharpshooters harassed the Diremarch officers with deadly efficiency, while skirmish lines sowed disorder.
The Diremarch retaliated with a massed advance of their 13th Chainbound Cohort, driven forward under threat of shot and lash. Their cohesion under fire was remarkable, and they nearly breached the 5th Line Regiment’s position. However, a timely arrival of Concordat reserves stabilized the line, and brutal close-quarters fighting ended the day inconclusively.
Day Three – The Rout of the Ridge (9th Greengild):
Fog blanketed the vale at dawn. Velthar’s staff exploited this by ordering a silent repositioning of three artillery batteries. These 9-pounder cannons were wheeled into a reverse slope position behind the Ashen Fold.
At the center, Diremarch infantry, believing the Concordat to be in retreat, marched into the valley gap. When the fog lifted at third bell, the concealed guns opened fire at near point-blank range. The carnage was immediate—entire companies shattered within minutes.
Cavalry Coup de Grâce:
As panic rippled through Diremarch ranks, the Concordat 1st Heavy Cavalry (Crimson Lancers) launched from concealment. Their charge tore through the fragmented lines, cutting down standard bearers and quartermasters. The 13th Chainbound, unsupported and encircled, attempted to hold ground but were forced into surrender after encirclement by light infantry.
Casualties and Aftermath:
Vulpine Concordat: ~9,000 killed or wounded
Diremarch: ~14,500 casualties (incl. ~2,300 captured)
Diremarch’s 2nd Division rendered combat ineffective
Strategic Result: Full Concordat control of Hollowmoor corridor; Diremarch retreat in disarray toward Fenngard’s provincial border
Officer’s Note:
“Their drums beat like thunder, their bayonets flashed like judgment—but it was discipline, not fear, that won the Vale.”
— General Velthar, post-battle remarks to the General Staff.
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World of Teravas (Concordat POV) The Battle of Hollowmoor Vale (Fought 7th–9th Greengild, 762 A.E.) Belligerents: Vulpine Concordat Army of the Crest, commanded by General Lucien Velthar
Diremarch 2nd Army, under Field Marshal Albrecht Vonneir
Overview: Hollowmoor Vale, a strategically vital corridor of farmland and ridgelines, became the site of a prolonged three-day engagement. With access to the Eastern Riverlands and highland supply roads at stake, both sides committed full divisions to the field. The Concordat emerged decisively victorious, after inflicting ruinous casualties on the Diremarch forces.
Day One – The Advance and Exchange (7th Greengild): At first light, Diremarch forces deployed in classic columnar fashion—four divisions strong—moving under the cover of pre-sited field artillery. Their right flank, consisting of two Chainbound cohorts supported by regular grenadier companies, attempted to seize the willow breaks along the River Talren. Concordat fusiliers, entrenched behind a stone dyke, withheld fire until the enemy was within seventy paces. Upon the signal drum, a fusillade was unleashed, followed by counterbattery fire from Concordat 6-pounders stationed along the Brindle Hill. Cavalry Skirmish: A probing maneuver by Diremarch hussars on the west flank was repelled by the 4th Concordat Dragoons, who executed a disciplined counter-charge, cutting deep into the lancer line and forcing a hasty retreat. The battlefield settled into a bloody stalemate as dusk fell.
Day Two – Maneuver and Attrition (8th Greengild): General Velthar, observing the enemy's overcommitment to their right, ordered Colonel Theren Alovet's 9th Light Infantry to feint eastward and draw the Diremarch’s reserves. Simultaneously, the 2nd Vulpine Light Horse rode a wide arc through the treeline to outflank the center. At noon, sustained bombardment began—over 3,000 rounds exchanged across the front. Concordat sharpshooters harassed the Diremarch officers with deadly efficiency, while skirmish lines sowed disorder. The Diremarch retaliated with a massed advance of their 13th Chainbound Cohort, driven forward under threat of shot and lash. Their cohesion under fire was remarkable, and they nearly breached the 5th Line Regiment’s position. However, a timely arrival of Concordat reserves stabilized the line, and brutal close-quarters fighting ended the day inconclusively.
Day Three – The Rout of the Ridge (9th Greengild): Fog blanketed the vale at dawn. Velthar’s staff exploited this by ordering a silent repositioning of three artillery batteries. These 9-pounder cannons were wheeled into a reverse slope position behind the Ashen Fold. At the center, Diremarch infantry, believing the Concordat to be in retreat, marched into the valley gap. When the fog lifted at third bell, the concealed guns opened fire at near point-blank range. The carnage was immediate—entire companies shattered within minutes. Cavalry Coup de Grâce: As panic rippled through Diremarch ranks, the Concordat 1st Heavy Cavalry (Crimson Lancers) launched from concealment. Their charge tore through the fragmented lines, cutting down standard bearers and quartermasters. The 13th Chainbound, unsupported and encircled, attempted to hold ground but were forced into surrender after encirclement by light infantry.
Casualties and Aftermath: Vulpine Concordat: ~9,000 killed or wounded
Diremarch: ~14,500 casualties (incl. ~2,300 captured)
Diremarch’s 2nd Division rendered combat ineffective
Strategic Result: Full Concordat control of Hollowmoor corridor; Diremarch retreat in disarray toward Fenngard’s provincial border
Officer’s Note: “Their drums beat like thunder, their bayonets flashed like judgment—but it was discipline, not fear, that won the Vale.” — General Velthar, post-battle remarks to the General Staff.
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Captain Ovrell is a man of fire contained in iron. He exudes confidence but not arrogance, with a crisp manner of speech and movements that suggest precision honed by years in the saddle. Though not one to speak overlong, every word carries weight—a habit borne from commanding under the roar of cannon and charge. He treats his Lancers as kin, and they follow him as if bound by blood.
He believes deeply in honor through motion—a personal creed that cavalry must strike fast, clean, and true, lest glory curdle into butchery. Ovrell despises drawn-out cruelty on the battlefield, preferring decisive engagement and clear objectives.
Scent of Tobacco: Keeps a carved silver snuffbox, from which he takes a pinch before every battle. The scent of darkleaf clings to his cloak and saddle.
Lancer’s Mirror: Polishes his cuirass daily, not for vanity but so he can signal orders with reflected sunlight in the field.
Ghost Gallop: Sometimes, late at night, he’s seen walking the stables alone, whispering to long-dead mounts. Says he dreams of past charges.
Tactile Memory: Runs his fingers along maps and saddle straps when thinking—an unconscious habit tied to his early days as a stable boy before enlistment.
The sky is a pale veil. Fog presses low against the valley floor, muffling the groan of harnesses, the snort of mounts, the whispered prayers of foxes at your side. You sit atop your destrier, the polished crimson of your cuirass barely catching light through the murk. Lancer pennons flutter damply in the stillness.
Captain Ovrell rides past your rank, a quiet nod, his voice low and grim: “The guns will sing first. When they do… we carve through the breach. No pause. No mercy. The Diremarch think us fled. Let them.”
To your right, Private Vess flicks his ears nervously, twisting his reins with twitching fingers. You can smell the powder charge even before the first shot thunders like a god’s heartbeat from behind the ridge. Then two more, then five—each impact a hammer-blow that splinters the fog into shrieks.
Then the signal — two short trumpet calls, the scream of steel unsheathed. And suddenly your regiment surges forward, lances down, hooves devouring frost-soaked earth.
As you crest the ridge, the fog parts like curtains before a stage: below, chaos reigns. Diremarch lines buckle and scatter in confusion, ranks already shattered by artillery fire. You see wolves dropping muskets, some dragging wounded, others shouting orders drowned beneath the roar of your charge.
And then—impact. You crash into the flank of a Diremarch supply column, lancing down a standard-bearer mid-turn. Your horse barrels through a scattering of grenadiers, one clings to your stirrup before your boot shoves him off. Around you, your comrades do the same—strike, ride, turn, strike again.
Overhead, the Concordat standards flap like crimson flames.
The Chainbound are rallying near the crest of the hill — but without support, they're cornered, encircled, falling back into one another in desperation. They drop their arms. One even plants his musket into the soil, raising his hands high.
A breathless calm falls as the last of the enemy surrenders. The fog returns, this time trailing smoke.
You look up toward the Ashen Fold — and see the artillery crews standing atop their guns, saluting silently.
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