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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5126107" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Preparations began in earnest. I had managed to rally most of the population to stay and defend their homes and livelihoods, but a few hundred men, women and children packed what they could and decided to head west to the grassy plains of Gwaren. Our new friends, the Foeldians, ably led by Hermaeon, chose to stay and fight.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Everyone was immediately put to work. Hallkel, the mayor organised work groups to be directed by Ingolf, my trusted sergeant-at-arms. They began earth works to surround the town with a trench and build up and earthen wall. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Scouts, led by Moxadder, were sent out to harass and slow the barbarians as well as to feed me with vital information on their movements. Argonne summoned Lorcan from the forest to aid the defence. He came quickly, very quickly. There was no doubt the strange Druid had used the power granted him by Foeld to travel so speedily. With him he brought five large wolves that he gave to Argonne. The hunched ancient stayed only a day but his effect was monumental.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">When told of our plight he gave only a moments thought before ambling off, the Hydra and several important townsfolk following discreetly, to the ford. He stamped up and down a bit, mumbling something to himself as he went, on the bank of the river before he seemed satisfied. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The Druid then sat cross legged and began rubbing his palms on the earth. To accompany this action was a low almost animal like chant. We watched him for maybe half an hour before leaving the crazy old man to his bizarre devices.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">When I questioned Argonne he tried to reassure me that Lorcan was working great earthen magics and calling upon Foeld to aid him. At dusk that evening I went back to see what, if anything, had happened at the ford. Lorcan was gone, but he had left us a mighty gift from Foeld, a stone wall!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Across the entire length of the ford now stood a smooth stone wall. Witnesses later described to me what had happened. Lorcan continued his massage of the earth until, after some hours, the place that he had rubbed began to slowly rise. As it rose he crawled along, all the while rubbing the ground. As he went the wall began to spring from the very ground that housed the stone from which it was made. The end result was a magnificent wall, perfect for our defence of the ford.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Meanwhile, any Foeldian or townsmen with any skill in fletching or weapon smithing worked at increasing our arrow and spear stocks. Montfort was not a well defended town. There was no wall, although the earthen one was beginning to take shape, and the town was open on all sides. Montfort was in the very middle of Guerney, and not since the Convocation had there been any war or conflict that had come its way.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Before the Convocation it had been a reasonably sized river trading port, and an important point near the junction of three rivers and the most direct north-south road to Thessingcourt. Then the Gerechians came. They reduced the fort that sat atop the rock monolith from which the town had got its name, to rubble, and Montfort had never recovered its economic power.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Geographically it was almost as though it was in a giant clearing. The forest went for hundreds of miles to the north and east. It traveled almost to Thessingcourt, three days south, and for fifty miles to the west. There was only one gap in the south west that led to the plains beyond that had long ago been cleared by farmers.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The land itself was rich and flat, making it excellent for all manner of agriculture. In fact the only thing remarkable about the geography of Montfort was the massive rock that stood on the river.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It rose sharply some two hundred feet from the waters on its eastern side. Both its north and south sides were just as steep. Only its western side made it accessible, for it sloped down gently east to west. It was a natural sentinel n the river and for an age the keep that sat upon it kept order in the region.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Morgan, who was the only one of us that had been involved in a siege before, and I formed all the able bodied men, and those women that chose to fight, into several squads. Those with the least experience we stationed on the southern earthen rampart and the north rampart. The rest we stationed at the ford, for Moxadder and his scouts had told us that the barbarians searched the river for a suitable crossing.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">During the next few days several barbarians were seen across the river. We loosed a few shafts even managing to kill a few, but the damage was done. They had found the ford.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">On the third day since arriving back at Montfort word came from a scout to the north of town that a massive tribe, some five hundred strong, was building rafts to cross the river.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I was ready to send a squad of one hundred men to try and delay them. I knew that they would be lost, but my hope was that they would cause many barbarian casualties before succumbing and therefore giving the town a better chance of survival. But Argonne interjected.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">He smiled at me, and there was a strange glint in his eye. “Gerard, save your men. You will need them here. I will take care of the barbarians to the north.” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Before I could even protest the smile slowly transformed into a slavering grin. His ears became pointed. His hands and feet turned into paws and his body became covered in hair. Argonne had become a great silver maned wolf!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">In an instant he was gone, loping off through town, his pack of five following him eagerly. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I shook my head in bewilderment, unsure whether he had ever truly been just a man. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">In any case, he had claimed that he would defend the north, and for some incomprehensible reason I believed him.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Zhontell also went north, “To watch for him. Lest he do something stupid.” The elf said. He knew Argonne well.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">News from the south was that a smaller band only one or two hundred was also trying to raft across the river. Raedemass and Leo, Montfort’s aging if spritely wizard, led a squad south to meet them and effectively protect our flank.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Within the hour of Argonne and the southern contingent leaving the horde was upon us!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The first wave burst through the trees. A great mass of black bodies stormed across the ford. They screamed their foreign battle cries and waved their crude swords above their heads as they charged.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Their sheer numbers decimated my first squad, who had only been farmers days before, but not without taking heavy losses themselves. My three squads of archers stopped them advancing further than Lorcan’s wall, but even as their remaining number fled, another larger group flooded the ford.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">There must have been seven hundred at least, and they charged ferociously at the five hundred I had on and around the wall. They were simply going to overrun us with numbers. It was no good directing the battle anymore, it had become a massive bloody brawl.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I leapt from my vantage point, whipped out my rapier and charged into the fray! I fought long and hard, chanting battle cries seeking to inspire the men as I slew barbarian after foul faced barbarian. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I could feel myself giving ground. The Montfortian defenders were wavering. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Far to the north I could see a summer storm brewing. Thunder boomed and forks of lightening lanced out from the sky.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">All of the sudden there was deafening bellow that caused one and all to glance at its source. What I saw was remarkable! A glowing white figure astride a white horse, screamed his god’s name, ‘Thuus! Thuus! Thuus!” over and over again, each cry being reinforced with a thrust of his long spear into the air. It was Morgan! Of all people I did not expect him to be the saviour of Montfort.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Then he charged!</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5126107, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]Preparations began in earnest. I had managed to rally most of the population to stay and defend their homes and livelihoods, but a few hundred men, women and children packed what they could and decided to head west to the grassy plains of Gwaren. Our new friends, the Foeldians, ably led by Hermaeon, chose to stay and fight.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Everyone was immediately put to work. Hallkel, the mayor organised work groups to be directed by Ingolf, my trusted sergeant-at-arms. They began earth works to surround the town with a trench and build up and earthen wall. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Scouts, led by Moxadder, were sent out to harass and slow the barbarians as well as to feed me with vital information on their movements. Argonne summoned Lorcan from the forest to aid the defence. He came quickly, very quickly. There was no doubt the strange Druid had used the power granted him by Foeld to travel so speedily. With him he brought five large wolves that he gave to Argonne. The hunched ancient stayed only a day but his effect was monumental.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]When told of our plight he gave only a moments thought before ambling off, the Hydra and several important townsfolk following discreetly, to the ford. He stamped up and down a bit, mumbling something to himself as he went, on the bank of the river before he seemed satisfied. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The Druid then sat cross legged and began rubbing his palms on the earth. To accompany this action was a low almost animal like chant. We watched him for maybe half an hour before leaving the crazy old man to his bizarre devices.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]When I questioned Argonne he tried to reassure me that Lorcan was working great earthen magics and calling upon Foeld to aid him. At dusk that evening I went back to see what, if anything, had happened at the ford. Lorcan was gone, but he had left us a mighty gift from Foeld, a stone wall![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Across the entire length of the ford now stood a smooth stone wall. Witnesses later described to me what had happened. Lorcan continued his massage of the earth until, after some hours, the place that he had rubbed began to slowly rise. As it rose he crawled along, all the while rubbing the ground. As he went the wall began to spring from the very ground that housed the stone from which it was made. The end result was a magnificent wall, perfect for our defence of the ford.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Meanwhile, any Foeldian or townsmen with any skill in fletching or weapon smithing worked at increasing our arrow and spear stocks. Montfort was not a well defended town. There was no wall, although the earthen one was beginning to take shape, and the town was open on all sides. Montfort was in the very middle of Guerney, and not since the Convocation had there been any war or conflict that had come its way.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Before the Convocation it had been a reasonably sized river trading port, and an important point near the junction of three rivers and the most direct north-south road to Thessingcourt. Then the Gerechians came. They reduced the fort that sat atop the rock monolith from which the town had got its name, to rubble, and Montfort had never recovered its economic power.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Geographically it was almost as though it was in a giant clearing. The forest went for hundreds of miles to the north and east. It traveled almost to Thessingcourt, three days south, and for fifty miles to the west. There was only one gap in the south west that led to the plains beyond that had long ago been cleared by farmers.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The land itself was rich and flat, making it excellent for all manner of agriculture. In fact the only thing remarkable about the geography of Montfort was the massive rock that stood on the river.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It rose sharply some two hundred feet from the waters on its eastern side. Both its north and south sides were just as steep. Only its western side made it accessible, for it sloped down gently east to west. It was a natural sentinel n the river and for an age the keep that sat upon it kept order in the region.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Morgan, who was the only one of us that had been involved in a siege before, and I formed all the able bodied men, and those women that chose to fight, into several squads. Those with the least experience we stationed on the southern earthen rampart and the north rampart. The rest we stationed at the ford, for Moxadder and his scouts had told us that the barbarians searched the river for a suitable crossing.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]During the next few days several barbarians were seen across the river. We loosed a few shafts even managing to kill a few, but the damage was done. They had found the ford.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]On the third day since arriving back at Montfort word came from a scout to the north of town that a massive tribe, some five hundred strong, was building rafts to cross the river.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I was ready to send a squad of one hundred men to try and delay them. I knew that they would be lost, but my hope was that they would cause many barbarian casualties before succumbing and therefore giving the town a better chance of survival. But Argonne interjected.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]He smiled at me, and there was a strange glint in his eye. “Gerard, save your men. You will need them here. I will take care of the barbarians to the north.” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Before I could even protest the smile slowly transformed into a slavering grin. His ears became pointed. His hands and feet turned into paws and his body became covered in hair. Argonne had become a great silver maned wolf![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]In an instant he was gone, loping off through town, his pack of five following him eagerly. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I shook my head in bewilderment, unsure whether he had ever truly been just a man. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]In any case, he had claimed that he would defend the north, and for some incomprehensible reason I believed him.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Zhontell also went north, “To watch for him. Lest he do something stupid.” The elf said. He knew Argonne well.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]News from the south was that a smaller band only one or two hundred was also trying to raft across the river. Raedemass and Leo, Montfort’s aging if spritely wizard, led a squad south to meet them and effectively protect our flank.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Within the hour of Argonne and the southern contingent leaving the horde was upon us![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The first wave burst through the trees. A great mass of black bodies stormed across the ford. They screamed their foreign battle cries and waved their crude swords above their heads as they charged.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Their sheer numbers decimated my first squad, who had only been farmers days before, but not without taking heavy losses themselves. My three squads of archers stopped them advancing further than Lorcan’s wall, but even as their remaining number fled, another larger group flooded the ford.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]There must have been seven hundred at least, and they charged ferociously at the five hundred I had on and around the wall. They were simply going to overrun us with numbers. It was no good directing the battle anymore, it had become a massive bloody brawl.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I leapt from my vantage point, whipped out my rapier and charged into the fray! I fought long and hard, chanting battle cries seeking to inspire the men as I slew barbarian after foul faced barbarian. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I could feel myself giving ground. The Montfortian defenders were wavering. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Far to the north I could see a summer storm brewing. Thunder boomed and forks of lightening lanced out from the sky.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]All of the sudden there was deafening bellow that caused one and all to glance at its source. What I saw was remarkable! A glowing white figure astride a white horse, screamed his god’s name, ‘Thuus! Thuus! Thuus!” over and over again, each cry being reinforced with a thrust of his long spear into the air. It was Morgan! Of all people I did not expect him to be the saviour of Montfort.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Then he charged![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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