The Battle of the Idego Fields

Lightning arced across the sky followed shortly by the booming sound of thunder as two armies stood at opposite ends of the Idego Field. Two armies, one of light and order, the other of darkness and chaos. ‘Warriors of Light and Order’ cried High Marshall Brevalier Le Goux atop his mighty steed, ‘let us bring hope and illumination to these benighted lands.’ The High Marshall’s words were met with cheer and rapturous applause.

‘Warriors of Chaos’ the Warlord Waldemar shouted, ‘we shall engulf these lands in darkness in the name of our gods and the Eightfold Path!’

As one, the warriors of Chaos began chanting ‘Kill! Maim! Burn!’

High Marshal Brevalier called out ‘Form Ranks!’ My company of spearmen stepped forward, each of us carrying a large shield and long spear and as one we formed the Phalanx. Noble High Elf spearmen and Sea Elf lancers took up ranks behind us, the phalanx was now an impenetrable wall of death. Archers formed ranks behind the phalanx; human archers to the front with High Elves and Wood Elves taking up the rear, their mastercrafted bows having the greater reach.

Elegant cavalry units took up flanking positions either side of the phalanx. Human Cavalry took up positions either side of the Phalanx, their Cataphract armoured horses were draped in colourful regalia, their riders bearing long lances and cavalry shields. They were joined by the High Elf Highriders. Each Elf clad in ornate armour of gold and silver and each of them held a different polearm, their horses were clad in armour just as elegant as their riders.

Towards the rear of the amassed forces; Wizards, Mages, Seers and Sages began casting protection wards and readying spells of attack. Behind them, the Dwarves readied their artillery whilst Dwarven soldiers formed a protective barrier.

On the opposite side of the Idego Fields, I could hear the disorganised rabble of the Warriors Chaos bray and snarl. Warlord Waldemar, who we knew as the Prince of Crows, was clad in black armour with brass trim and a cloak of dragon scale. Waldemar sat atop his hugely muscled horse; it’s black flesh clad in brass armour and it had eyes that burned like fire glowed beneath a spiked helm, filling everyone who looked into it's burning orbs with fear.

Human cultists made up the bulk of Waldemar's forces. Each of them wielding crude weapons and simple shields, each of them wearing only enpugh to cover their modesty; with the exception of the pleasure cult who wore nothing but the scars and tattoos they had etched into their bodies. To look upon them caused many of our forces to go mad and begin ritually scarring themselves. If not for the Sea Elves and their soothing songs, we would've lost the majority of our front line.

Orcs in ramshackle armour made up Waldemar's Cavalry Division. Each of them sat atop massive war hogs and wild boars; they held aloft their makeshift weapons and howled there individual tribes' warcries. At the rear of the enemy ranks were hordes of Trolls and Ogres hefting rocks and boulders into simple catapults. Human and Void Elf sorcerers summoned demons from the Netherworld and raised a company of skeleton warriors from the battlefield. Waldemar yelled to his rabble ‘ATTACK!’

Without hesitation, the screamin mob ran full speed across the Idego Fields 'Fire the Artillery!’ Brevalier called and a swarm of shells and ordinance soared overhead and turned the bloodthirsty warriors of Waldemar to paste. Brevalier called out once again 'Archers and Javelins, fire!' For a brief moment the sky darkened as a volley of arrows and javelins rained down upon Waldemar's forces but he was however, not worried. We found out that Waldemar had a secret weapon; a horde of Ratfolk emerged from tunnels beneath our front lines.

I saw spearmen and archers alike being mauled by bipedal rats, the Phalanx began to fall apart 'Kill them!' one of the Rats hissed, 'yes yes kill them.' The Ratfolk carved their way through our forces; I thrust my spear into the chest of a cultist covered in blood and entrails before I turned to fight the Ratfolk with my short sword. High Marshall Brevalier was not worried, he had anticipated Waldemar's duplicitous plans 'Summon the Knights!’ As one, the wizards and mages opened portals to distant lands as ranks of human and elven knights marched through and began putting the Ratfolk to the sword. The blood and guts of the Rats flew everywhere, the stench of their now dead bodies filled the air and turned into a noxious fog. The warriors of light began coughing and vomiting when the fog hit them, just as Waldemar planned.

The battle of the Idego Fields became an entangled mess of bodies as neither side willing to back down threw surprise after surprise at each other. Their were shambling hordes of undead spreading disease and Dwarven Bombardiers in their Aether powered flight packs flew overhead and peppered the enemy with bombs. Demons tore their way through the ranks whilst holy crusaders drove them back. The pleasure cult were torturing friend and foe alike, as well as more sinister things but were held at bay by the Blood Elf Brides. Waldemar sensing the battle was spiralling out of his control summoned his trump card, a murder of giant crows swooped down and began picking off the Warriors of Light.

Brevalier responded in kind, he unleashed a flight of dragons. Six dragons flew overhead, belching flame that set ablaze all the warriors of Chaos. Thanks to the wizards and mages, the Warriors of Light had been enchanted to make them invulnerable to dragon fire.

‘Mister Howell’ the stern voice of Mister Turner called out as he struck the desk with a yardstick, ‘perhaps you might like to join your classmates in today's history class?’

‘Sorry Sir’ Herbert Howell apologised, 'I didn't mean to fall asleep.'

'No harm done' said Mr Turner, 'now let us discuss the Battle of Stamford Bridge.'

'I had a dream about war sir' Herbert spoke, 'it was intense.'