Battle of Coldvault Fields

Steady was the line, men silent as the dead of night, all but for the sound of shivers and coughs. The wind howled, wisping white flakes into the hair of the warriors standing in the battle line. Six thousand standing as firm as hewn stone, waiting for the blood song to begin. In the distance, the ravens moan as the god of death sharpens his scythe upon a distant plain. Above the wind blew a deep resonating horn, the men on the line shuttered at the sound. Then the hollow pounding of warm drums began echoing across the field of white. The mist flowed around overhead, and just beyond its edge gurgled the war cries of a foreign enemy.
"Death to the encroachers, scions of dark dwellings, hold the line against this coming tide! Death!" Screamed the Queen Allesandra.
The front ranks clanked their shields together, breaths exhaled into erratic clouds. They stood strong like an impenetrable barrier. Just as the chants stopped, the fleeting sounds of crunching ice echoed across Coldvault Fields. The pounding sound of towering Frost Giants lurching forward. Froth foamed from their yellow teeth, with axes and huge unwieldy blades held aloft.
The Queen's archers loosed arrows, swathes of whistling shafts slammed into the Vestan ranks. Her knights emerged like glimmering lances of light as the crashed against the advancing Vestan flanks, swinging wide arcs of steel, gracefully dancing their white armored horses in and out of the battle.
Silence, or it seemed as if it were, was just before the cringing abrupt roar of metal meeting meat. Cries of pain, and sprays of blood doused the joining armies. The white snow was washed with crimson as the Frost Giants swept their weapons across the line as if sweeping away dry dirt. Guttural screams and gurgles of we blood could be heard in between the smacks and swipes of blade and shield. Cries of 'Hold the line' rung over the snow swept field. Men slipped and fell over spelt internals and hard slick ice packs. The line faltered and bowed from the strength of the Vestan army.
"Hold!" Cried the Queen. It was too late, they were already breaking through the shield wall. Chaos rung out loudly, the song of blood.

The Conflict

Prelude

The Vestan and Frost Giant army overwhelmed the Queen at Farhammer, attacking without warning. The Queen retreats to Coldvault Fields.

Battlefield

Massive stretch of land.

Conditions

Frozen ground, heavy snowfall, sub zero temperatures

Outcome

The Queen retreats yet again. The remnants of the army prepare for a last stand at Northpoint.

Conflict Type

Battle

Battlefield Type

Land

Start Date

January 3, 1650

Ending Date

January 3, 1650

Conflict Result

Decisive Vestan/Frost Giant Victory

Location

The Frostdawn

Belligerents

Queendom of the Fey Enchantress

Led by

• Queen Allesandra, the Fey Enchantress
• Sir Collin Rineheart
• Sir Darend Bellhammer
• Sir Gregory Rineheart
• Sir William Korvach

Vestan/Frost Giant Army

Led by

• King Cathantaros
• Warlord Mathis

Strength

• 6,200 foot soldiers and cavalry of Queen Allesandra, the Fey Enchantress.
• 300 Belmoor auxiliary.
• 25 Knights of the Vale.
• 2,300 troops from The Duchy of Foridia.

18,000 Vestan warriors, 2,000 Frost Giants

Casualties

4,950 estimated dead

2,000 Vestans, 68 Frost Giants

Objectives