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Jacob Van Teylingen

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[CRP] First Battle
« on: 05 November, 2015, 10:05:06 PM »
The battle for Biarn took place on 30 October 1315.
http://www.medieval-europe.eu/index.php/page/battlereport/1166
This is a story of a young Flemish lieutenant from Hainaut, Jacob van Teylingen, who fought his first battle in the Biarn region of Savoy.


Prelude

JACOB, WAKE UP!” Somewhere far away, Jacob heard somebody calling him while the earth was shaking. “WAKE UP, LIEUTENANT!”  Suddenly Jacob opened his eyes and realized that the earth wasn’t shaking, but it was his captain, Alain D’Arcy, who was shaking him in order to wake him up.
What…. What… happened.. did I miss anything?” Jacob stammered while trying to get on his feet.

They arrived in Biarn the evening before. A tiny village, with not even a tavern or inn. They have slept in the field after drinking some of D’Arcy’s wine to keep them warm. It was a godforsaken place. Mountainous, cold and nothing to do. The main reason for defending this place against the rebellions were the goldmines higher up the mountain, behind the village. Flanders send, like other allies, a detachment to help Savoy. Jacob was part of it. It would be his first battle since he was enlisted in the Flemish Army, it would be his first battle ever… it would be the first time he had to kill… or be killed.

Don’t worry. The rebels are getting ready, you haven’t missed anything yet, lieutenant” Alain said with a big grin on his face. Jacob looked downhill. There was the rebel camp. Dark figures were swarming at the base of the hill, forming a loose order of battle. He tried to estimate their numbers. It seemed that the rebels outnumbered them with at least 2 to 1. Slowly he turned his head and looked for his brothers in arms, the Flemish banner among the banners of Savoy, Italy, England and others. He grabbed his battle axe and took his place in the Flemish line, next to his captain. On the other side of captain D’Arcy stood his wife, Lady Esmee van Damme. The expression on her face wasn’t very ladylike anymore. Any rebel that would look in her eyes would probably drop dead on the spot. Further to the left was queen Giulia, standing a bit in front of the Flemish line, with her knights on both sides. Directly to the right of Jacob the Savoy lines started, some of them he already got to know very well.

Jacob hoped his lessons and training with master Colleoni were going to pay off today. He hoped he’d survived the day, but he was more concerned with impressing his captain, his trainingmaster, his fellow soldiers and of course his queen. He had to prove himself today. While he was pondering like this, the rebels started to move uphill.
Next to him Alain stared at the rebel army with a determined look and said with a firm voice:
Let’s do this”.
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Re: [CRP] First Battle
« Reply #1 on: 14 November, 2015, 01:02:32 AM »
The Battle

They started to move forward, slowly. No need to exhaust themselves before clashing with their opponents.  The rebels were running, uphill . Clearly they were ignorant about proper tactics…
Jacob saw that one big rebel was a bit ahead of the others. He was enormous. He was fast. And he apparently had his mind - and his big longsword - set on captain D’Arcy. The giant and the captain were the first to clash.

 At first Jacob’s attention was on the giant rebel, but he realized just in time that another rebel was storming straight at him. He quickly raised his axe to fend off the axe swing of his attacker. The rebel was pretty weak and Jacob was almost twice as fast. Although the whole battlefield was filled with the noise of roars and metal clashing with metal, Jacob didn’t hear or see any of that. His world was brought back to a few square yards  where only he and his opponent existed. His axe was dancing with great speed and steady rhythm, delivering blow after blow, while the rebel’s weak responses mostly missed. This is where he had trained for. For hours and hours, days and days. To fight these few minutes. Or was it seconds? The fight didn’t take too long and very soon the rebel collapsed at Jacob’s feet. Lifeless.

Jacob turned his head left, towards his captain. Alain D’Arcy was still engaged in a fierce battle with the giant rebel.  His heavy armor protected him well and took blow after blow, but it was also going to be his downfall as it made him considerably slower than the giant.

Jacob wanted to help but his attention was drawn by an already wounded rebel - though a bit stronger than the one before - with a battle hammer that was targeted at Jacob’s head. He stepped aside so the hammer missed and got the rebel off balance. While almost falling, the rebel’s stomach met with Jacob’s left knee and his body folded like a piece of paper. .. Jacob’s axe did the rest.   

The next thing Jacob saw, made him freeze up and got his mouth to drop to the ground. Alain lay on his back with a wrecked armor, heavily bleeding, not moving. The giant, also severely wounded and exhausted, was standing over him, preparing for the fatal blow…
But that’s not what made Jacob freeze. It was the woman to the left of Alain and the giant rebel.  It was Esmee, Alain’s wife,  who had just finished off her opponent and turned towards the giant. Her face was partly covered with her opponent’s blood and her eyes were filled with rage. It was almost as if the ancient Gods had taken possession of Esmee. She radiated an enormous power as she lifted her battle axe, ready to deal a massive blow at the giants head. It seemed like an eternity, the time the axe moved towards its final destination. The axe landed right between the eyes of the giant. His thick skull cracked under the force of the impact. It took a while for the giant to realize it was over. His eyes turned inward, looking at the axe blade that was stuck in his head. Slowly he started to fall backwards and when he finally hit the ground, he created a shallow pit on impact.

Jacob kept staring at the dead rebel . Slowly he came to his senses.  He noticed there was something off. A deafening silence had come over the battlefield……… the battle was over..