This is a battle in the deep woods of the north between the remnants of a Verillian Army, and a Norseman Horde.
About this creation
It has been long known to the Emperor that the lands in the far north of the continent were plentiful in both natural and human resources, due to the efforts of the Imperial Expeditionary Forces. It was also the Emperor's belief that it was his divine right to control this land of wealth.
After finishing up the desert campaigns and solidifying his hold over the the Expansion and Central Provinces through the construction of Alamantium's Shield (A great wall stretching from the Sea of the Dawn to the Great Barrier Mountains), he turned his attention to the vast northern expanses.
Under the command of highly decorated Praetor Marquinus Verinus, The 4th legion (about 5000 men) marched to one of the border forts along the wall. From there, The Praetor sent his scouts out to map and asses the land, then the campaign began. The first battles were skirmishes really, as no fighting force produced by the Norseman could stand up against the professionally trained foot soldiers of the Empire. Another thing that contributed to the early successes of the 4th legion was that there was no central command for the Norsemen. Villages were scattered about in the cold pine forests, usually defended by a few warriors and populated by mostly women and children. The confidence of the 4th grew quickly, too quickly.
So it was of no surprise when scouts from the expeditionary force reported two small villages near a massive gold mine in the mountains, that the Praetor only ordered a Cohort (100 men) to subdue the villages and claim the area for the Emperor. Not only that, but he would personally lead this attack so that he could inspect the gold mine himself.
When the cohort arrived to the first village, it was anything but what was expected. Survivors from previous incursions had rallied together under the banner of Zarga, The Helm Splitter, and were well aware that this village was the next target. They met the cohort with about 1000 fully armed and angry Norseman warriors. The cohort was out numbered 10 to 1 and was easily routed. The Praetor and about a dozen of his troops escaped the battle. For 3 days they ran through the cold, dank, boggy forests, further away from help and safety. And for three days they were pursued by Zarga and his elites.
Finally they had come upon an ancient fortification, a Dwarven out post, long abandoned thousands of years prior. The Dwarven race had retreated deep into the earth right after the fall of the Ulnati, an ancient desert civilizations that tried to usurp Heaven the consequences of which wiped clean the face of the Earth in a great sandstorm. Taking shelter in the ruins, the soldiers rested and formulated a plan to reach the edges of the Empire.
But it was all in vain..distant voices were heard in the forest, getting every closer...their pursuers had found them, and like wolves stalking a wounded deer, they were closing in for the kill. Marquinus Verinus and his men were exhausted. Gathering the last of their resolve, they have committed themselves to seeing this through, to fight till the end....
The Helm Splitter lives up to his name. Down goes the Praetor, Down goes the Praetor!!
Like several of her comrades, this soldier has found herself outnumbered. Maybe help will come from her fellow legioneer after finishing off his opponent.
Running towards destiny..
The Battle Field
Crossbowman have taken the high ground hoping maybe they can turn the tide. They can start by helping their friend below.