Sludge - Royalist Faction: The Barony of Pyrmia V

     Of the many faculties of Throne, the Royal Artillery College at Nossbergen Island is highly prized for its vaunted heavy guns and crewmen. It is from here that graduate crews will be dispatched to many theatres of service; from the gunnery decks of the great arcships on the high seas to the barren mountain fortress turrets. Those whose fortune cast poorly may be sent to the charnel plains of the borderlands from where few ever return, if not in body then in mind.

    Here the esteemed Chimeric Order of Engineers introduce recruits to powerful new weapons and munitions fresh from factory lines. Harsh battery masters drill crews endlessly in accuracy and function on the proving grounds. Lethal new forms of ammunition and cannon are refined to annihilate men and reduce fortifications to rubble from afar. Barons and Dukes from across the royal realm will bid highly to the Hallowsraad Guild for requisition of these mighty war weapons.

Above: A pair of Royal 7.83~ Pack Rifle cannons. A well rounded artillery piece capable of shell and case shot at impressive trajectories and rate of fire.

Below: A 13pdr mountain gun and 2.2 light mortar at the retaking of Tir Fosell. 579CE.

"...from the trenches and dugouts we saw it; as the Tower of the Blasphemous Druids rained down arcane bolts and assailed our thoughts and visions. Even stalwart soldiers and beasts lamented in terror. Then a shell from the royal howitzers struck the flaming crack rent in the great turret, followed by another.

The grim structure groaned out before toppling into the ditch below. Shrill bugle horns sounded down the lines and the ragged Royal Marines and house militiamen sprung forth, pouring into the breach lit only by torch and strobing explosions and rained upon by debris. Even the mad cultists and Zharrian death knights that attempted to hold the ruined gap were cast aside in a hail of bullets and grenades.

They stormed those obscene halls and chambers of that twisted temple and tore down it's awful effigies. It was the royal duelist Callisterus who slew the foul sorcerer Shaudrex at the cost of his own life. We planted blessed root stalks around the ashen grounds in the hopes the earth would swallow that evil place once more. "

-A reading from Ode to the Scattered Lands Last Fading, Archduke Valessen. Ch.27.