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LoR GCVII - Assault, part II
The rain had barely stopped as Sithric and Goodall joined the main assault party. Reeve Cardon barely glanced up from his preparations to acknowledge them. "Ah, good, more archers. I thought we'd be short, what with our main forces taking it to the queen. But Cardon's got a nice task for you lads, don't you worry! Godart? I want them on the right flank. More to shoot at."
The figure opposite him, evidently Godart, nodded and pointed to a small group of armoured men gathering around a narrow mantlet. They made to leave but a gauntleted hand fell on Goodall's shoulder. Godart grunted and twitched his head to the left, indicating a larger group of men. "Good thinking, Godart. We could use that spear on the left. Get over there, man. Your young friend will have to fend for himself."
Goodall nodded his farewell as trotted over to the larger group readying themselves on the left flank. Sithric felt bad for his mentor's absence, but then he was the better archer. He sidled over to the mantlet, whose wheel had become bogged down in a rut. "Great."
A soldier looked up from strapping on his armour. "You're going to need that more than us. Better see to getting it free." He laughed and went back to fixing the last of the steel plates to his gambeson.
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No horn announced their attack, only the repetitive clink of maille on armour as the assaulting soldiers jogged towards the fort. On the right flank, the mantlet bounced and lurched as Sithric and another archer drove it forwards, its axel squeeling despite the layers of pig grease they had hastily slapped on. Armoured men ran at its sides, helping to steady it but slowing its progress.
Somewhere in the distance, a sentry shouted. No sooner had Sithric registered it than a crossbow bolt slammed into the mantlet's front boards, followed shortly by another, ricocheting and twirling harmlessly off a soldier's armoured forearm. The men kept running as a great shout came up from the left flank as Cardon's men and the fort's guards joined in battle. Sweat stung his eyes as the mantlet finally grounded itself mere paces from the fort's wall. The other archer stepped out of its protective shadow to target the guards on the wall as Sithric and the other men ran forwards. The wall in front of them had been hastily shored up with planks and a soldier began to frantically tear them down, spurred on by his comrades. Sithric planted his back against one of the fort's towers and readied an arrow just as a crossbowman appeared on the ramparts. His eyes widened as Sithric loosed a goose-fletched arrow, burying itself in his chest and throwing him back. Slowly, the planks came down as the sound of steel striking steel rang from the fort's courtyard. If they could get in behind the defenders, the battle would be won...
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Entry for Lands of Roawia GC VII - The Rebellion Strikes Back!
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LoR GCVII - Assault, part II
The rain had barely stopped as Sithric and Goodall joined the main assault party. Reeve Cardon barely glanced up from his preparations to acknowledge them. "Ah, good, more archers. I thought we'd be short, what with our main forces taking it to the queen. But Cardon's got a nice task for you lads, don't you worry! Godart? I want them on the right flank. More to shoot at."
The figure opposite him, evidently Godart, nodded and pointed to a small group of armoured men gathering around a narrow mantlet. They made to leave but a gauntleted hand fell on Goodall's shoulder. Godart grunted and twitched his head to the left, indicating a larger group of men. "Good thinking, Godart. We could use that spear on the left. Get over there, man. Your young friend will have to fend for himself."
Goodall nodded his farewell as trotted over to the larger group readying themselves on the left flank. Sithric felt bad for his mentor's absence, but then he was the better archer. He sidled over to the mantlet, whose wheel had become bogged down in a rut. "Great."
A soldier looked up from strapping on his armour. "You're going to need that more than us. Better see to getting it free." He laughed and went back to fixing the last of the steel plates to his gambeson.
***
No horn announced their attack, only the repetitive clink of maille on armour as the assaulting soldiers jogged towards the fort. On the right flank, the mantlet bounced and lurched as Sithric and another archer drove it forwards, its axel squeeling despite the layers of pig grease they had hastily slapped on. Armoured men ran at its sides, helping to steady it but slowing its progress.
Somewhere in the distance, a sentry shouted. No sooner had Sithric registered it than a crossbow bolt slammed into the mantlet's front boards, followed shortly by another, ricocheting and twirling harmlessly off a soldier's armoured forearm. The men kept running as a great shout came up from the left flank as Cardon's men and the fort's guards joined in battle. Sweat stung his eyes as the mantlet finally grounded itself mere paces from the fort's wall. The other archer stepped out of its protective shadow to target the guards on the wall as Sithric and the other men ran forwards. The wall in front of them had been hastily shored up with planks and a soldier began to frantically tear them down, spurred on by his comrades. Sithric planted his back against one of the fort's towers and readied an arrow just as a crossbowman appeared on the ramparts. His eyes widened as Sithric loosed a goose-fletched arrow, burying itself in his chest and throwing him back. Slowly, the planks came down as the sound of steel striking steel rang from the fort's courtyard. If they could get in behind the defenders, the battle would be won...
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Entry for Lands of Roawia GC VII - The Rebellion Strikes Back!
Unrestricted category