Upon the 4th of Trocken, 1029md, King Albrecht. the River King, marshaled the whole of the flower of Augsberg, with Dwarves from Grundliche Hohle and mercenaries from the north. They clashed with two of the dark god Unklar's Imperial Legions, commanded by the Duke Kain, near the village of Olensk. The armies drew up upon the gently rolling snow covered downs in the early morning hours. Albrecht's 9000 footmen, 4500 horse, 3000 dwarves and 4500 mercenaries were arraved in a tight battle line. with the Dwarves under the Hero Oxleigh in reserve. Before him Kam commanded two Legions, the 11th and 33rd, totaling about 27,000 men. The Imperial Legions were set in two great squares with light troops of skirmishers on their flanks. 'They stood thus for several hours, neither one willing to commit, but by mdmorning Kain grew impatient, and he unleashed the fury of Unklar's folk upon Albrecht.

Kain hurled the ores of the 33 d against Albrecht's right flank. They soon broke through and ran headlong into the Dwarves. A gory contest of arms ensued. The Dwarves refused to yield against the overwhelming numbers. Here the orcs and dwarves wrestled and the bleeding of both armies began. For Kain used the orcs, not sparring their numbers. Albrecht's Royal Levies were drawn from the center and his mercenary horse were committed by day's end. But these proved too few and too late, and the Dwarves were at last driven back and with them the Royal Levies overwhelmed. By mid-aftemoon the right flank collapsed. The orcs slaughtered the Dwarven wounded who Jay behind their lines.

For the whole day the battle raged. the loss of life immeasurable. But on the left the battle turned, the whole of Augsberg's cavalry charged, striking the lines of the 11th with a deafening impact and in a very short while it was almost wholly overwhelmed. Their leader, the SaRjak Hamid, fell, grievously wounded. But too, Albrecht's youngest son, Frederick, was killed when an orc lance struck his breast. The heavily armored knights broke through the shattered legion.

The Dwarves, driven back, the Royal Levies slaughtered and the whole command in doubt, the army tittered on the brink of destruction. Not until the Dwarf Lord Oxleigh, Chief Lieutenant and Heir of Dolgan, fell did the tide turn. The Dwarves were driven into a frenzy and counter attacked, some 800 grouping together hurled themselves against the thousands of orcs who remained. The Dwarves fell, but their blood and honor blunted the orc charge. Not far from this melee the King's First Born, Albrecht II, cut off by the orcs, fell amidst a heap of bodies. And about his corpse his guard gathered, a mass of blood and flesh waging a merciless war, but they too were overwhelmed and destroyed.

Into this fray came the greatest of Kain's Captains, Korak. He shattered Albrecht's center and cut off the retreat of the Dwarves and the others from the right. The battle raged insanely around the village of Olensk. Korak himself drew up in the confused melee. The Dwarves in their lust to slay orcs unknowingly cut him off and the Vikings under young Fyorgyn, brought over from the left, hammered him. They carried his head to the halls of the dead. So fell Kain's second in command.

With this the army became disheartened and for a moment stood confused and in doubt. Then the other of Kain's servants rallied them. There proved to be precious little time to regroup for into the melee came the knights from the left flank, with Albrecht at their head, they and plunged into the rear of Kain's battle line. Here the orc leader Arcoz was cut down and killed.

Kain's host staggered about, thrown into consternation. Leaderless they attacked in fitful groups about the field. Albrecht's knights rode to and fro crushing the foe until a chance blow from a great axe brought down Albrecht. He fell, wounded and bleeding. For a moment the battle hung in the balance, but the ore losses proved too great and they were without leaders on the field. They reeled about until at last they began to flee. Albrecht's knights regrouped once more and pressed the retreating orcs. Across the bloody fields and rivers the ores fled to there master, Kain. In the waning hours of the afternoon he rallied them and grouped them in troops of several thousand. They were brought into line in time to hear the rising tumult of the River King's folk. Albrecht's horse charged, led by his third son, Franz Conrad, thrice wounded. There rode the flower of Augsberg, all that remained of Albrecht's army.

Against this, Kain*s legionaries fell like wheat to the scythe and the great part of them slaughtered in moments. Some unknown hero cut Kain's steed from under him and horribly wounded that grim captain. But he rallied his guard and fled the field to haunt other pastures and other places. The grim business of slaughter carried on into the night and the following day.

Albrecht pardoned no one and ordered all the prisoners slain and thrown in the river, so that the death toll of Imperial Troops ranged well above 21,000 men and orc, the rest having fled into the hinterlands. Two Legions were extinguished in their entirety.

And the Dwarves too exacted a horrible revenge on all the orcs and goblins who lived. But their losses were great and their Master dead. Fully 1600 Dwarves died and 'went to Stone.' Throughout the night and following day their moans carried far and wide and they tore at their beards. In their grief they vowed to clip their beards to burn a bald spot on their chins in memory of their fallen comrades and they are called ever after the Bartigtot, the Deadbeards. But Albrecht's losses were great too, along with two of his sons, including his heir. Of his troops 3400 of his men died, a further 6000 horribly wounded, leaving the valiant King a bare 3000 able bodied men to guard his realm.