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LCC GC4 - The Last Tower
After weeks of advancing into enemy territory, they had finally reached it: the last outpost by the Fangroth River that now ran as a bleeding wound through the Loreesi supply lines. Every bridge, every military camp and every watchtower along the broad river that bordered the Western Desert’s northern end and reached Lake Genava just south of Meio de Aldeia, had been raided. A few of the more important or easily defended ones had been left behind with a small garrison ordered to harass the Loreesi even further, while other fortifications as well as multiple bridges had been sacked and burnt to the ground. As Lokiten’s scouts began reporting how gradually larger opposing forces were moving northwards to engage his army, he resorted to pressing swiftly forwards, never spending more than one night in the same spot.
And now, they stood at the doorstep of the great lake that was their destination. Peering over the heads of the soldiers around him, Lokiten stopped for a moment to estimate how the battle was faring. After breaking down the gate in the palisade that surrounded this last, imposing tower, his men were now successfully pushing back the defenders.
To the side, barrels of animal fat and a barrage of flaming arrows had set the barricade alight, leaving the Loreesi soldiers behind it exposed to the smaller detachment of Lenfels that were had just begun storming their position. A quick glance at the mantlets to his right told him that the archers were doing well at both attracting and subduing Loreesi counterfire, and from what the latest messenger had relayed, the diversionary attack carried out from multiple smaller fishing crafts was successfully spreading the defenders thin as well.
A sharp cry of alarm shook Lokiten from his thoughts, and quickly glancing around to find the source, he saw a sudden new threat: coming towards the busily engaged Lenfels was a large, trampling host of the famed Loreesi cavalry. The Lenfel commander shook his head in bewilderment and hurriedly pushed his way through the mass of struggling men. No truly dangerous force was supposed to be within a day’s ride of the tower, yet here they were. For once, his scouts had missed something this crucial, and it could well cost them everything they had gained. Stuck in the middle of the fray, he could only watch as the mass of horses and men in armour closed in on the exposed flank of his forces.
Just then, he spotted Sir Feann of Ainesford, an officer recognisable by the golden decorations on his shield, who was pushing, beating and hammering together a steadily growing group of infantry equipped with the multipurpose Lenfel swordstaffs. Feann slowly managed to gather his men just behind the outermost flank, where they remained hidden behind the thin line of nervous, disorganised light infantry. As the advancing cavalry drew closer, the officer loudly issued a number of short, curt commands, and the swordstaff-wielding soldiers pressed through to the front row, quickly forming a solid shieldwall.
Confidently charging towards the apparently helpless, confused Lenfel footmen, the Loreesi knights suddenly found a concrete, disciplined row of deadly swordpoints facing them. Feann had timed his movements perfectly, and Lokiten grinned in relief and spitefulness as another group of Lenfels fanned orderly out to the side from behind the first. Too close to slow down or turn away, the cavalry hit the initial defensive line, which buckled and waved but held its ground. The trap sprung as the Lenfel officer aimed his sword towards the knights’ flank and loudly gave the order to advance.
Caught between the two rows, the Loreesi charge came to a sudden halt as the long swordstaffs removed any advantage the horses had given. Furthermore, the increasing numbers of unhorsed Loreesi knights were struggling to stay on their feet in the heavy armour, and became easy prey for the lighter equipped Lenfels that steadily closed in on them.
Satisfied that the problem had been dealt with, Lokiten grabbed a nearby man by the shoulder and ordered him to relay the turn of events to the other Lenfel units. Reminding himself of rewarding the Ainesfordian for his prowess as a commander, Lokiten once again turned his attention to aiding his men in storming this final obstacle.
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After working on-and-off on this for quite a while, my GC4 entry is finally finished!
I was assigned to Loreesi Brick Juggler's cool LC9 entry, Test of Tower, which was very fun recreating. I decided to take some artistic liberties while still keeping the characteristics and general upwards receding, mountain-esque appearance of the keep. I also added a palisade to beef up the size a bit.
UPDATE: Other angles are listed here along with closeups. It's a pretty complex build, so I really recommend giving them a look:
If you want to see a closeup of something else, please tell me. I plan on keeping it together for another two days or so before moving on :)
LCC GC4 - The Last Tower
After weeks of advancing into enemy territory, they had finally reached it: the last outpost by the Fangroth River that now ran as a bleeding wound through the Loreesi supply lines. Every bridge, every military camp and every watchtower along the broad river that bordered the Western Desert’s northern end and reached Lake Genava just south of Meio de Aldeia, had been raided. A few of the more important or easily defended ones had been left behind with a small garrison ordered to harass the Loreesi even further, while other fortifications as well as multiple bridges had been sacked and burnt to the ground. As Lokiten’s scouts began reporting how gradually larger opposing forces were moving northwards to engage his army, he resorted to pressing swiftly forwards, never spending more than one night in the same spot.
And now, they stood at the doorstep of the great lake that was their destination. Peering over the heads of the soldiers around him, Lokiten stopped for a moment to estimate how the battle was faring. After breaking down the gate in the palisade that surrounded this last, imposing tower, his men were now successfully pushing back the defenders.
To the side, barrels of animal fat and a barrage of flaming arrows had set the barricade alight, leaving the Loreesi soldiers behind it exposed to the smaller detachment of Lenfels that were had just begun storming their position. A quick glance at the mantlets to his right told him that the archers were doing well at both attracting and subduing Loreesi counterfire, and from what the latest messenger had relayed, the diversionary attack carried out from multiple smaller fishing crafts was successfully spreading the defenders thin as well.
A sharp cry of alarm shook Lokiten from his thoughts, and quickly glancing around to find the source, he saw a sudden new threat: coming towards the busily engaged Lenfels was a large, trampling host of the famed Loreesi cavalry. The Lenfel commander shook his head in bewilderment and hurriedly pushed his way through the mass of struggling men. No truly dangerous force was supposed to be within a day’s ride of the tower, yet here they were. For once, his scouts had missed something this crucial, and it could well cost them everything they had gained. Stuck in the middle of the fray, he could only watch as the mass of horses and men in armour closed in on the exposed flank of his forces.
Just then, he spotted Sir Feann of Ainesford, an officer recognisable by the golden decorations on his shield, who was pushing, beating and hammering together a steadily growing group of infantry equipped with the multipurpose Lenfel swordstaffs. Feann slowly managed to gather his men just behind the outermost flank, where they remained hidden behind the thin line of nervous, disorganised light infantry. As the advancing cavalry drew closer, the officer loudly issued a number of short, curt commands, and the swordstaff-wielding soldiers pressed through to the front row, quickly forming a solid shieldwall.
Confidently charging towards the apparently helpless, confused Lenfel footmen, the Loreesi knights suddenly found a concrete, disciplined row of deadly swordpoints facing them. Feann had timed his movements perfectly, and Lokiten grinned in relief and spitefulness as another group of Lenfels fanned orderly out to the side from behind the first. Too close to slow down or turn away, the cavalry hit the initial defensive line, which buckled and waved but held its ground. The trap sprung as the Lenfel officer aimed his sword towards the knights’ flank and loudly gave the order to advance.
Caught between the two rows, the Loreesi charge came to a sudden halt as the long swordstaffs removed any advantage the horses had given. Furthermore, the increasing numbers of unhorsed Loreesi knights were struggling to stay on their feet in the heavy armour, and became easy prey for the lighter equipped Lenfels that steadily closed in on them.
Satisfied that the problem had been dealt with, Lokiten grabbed a nearby man by the shoulder and ordered him to relay the turn of events to the other Lenfel units. Reminding himself of rewarding the Ainesfordian for his prowess as a commander, Lokiten once again turned his attention to aiding his men in storming this final obstacle.
--
After working on-and-off on this for quite a while, my GC4 entry is finally finished!
I was assigned to Loreesi Brick Juggler's cool LC9 entry, Test of Tower, which was very fun recreating. I decided to take some artistic liberties while still keeping the characteristics and general upwards receding, mountain-esque appearance of the keep. I also added a palisade to beef up the size a bit.
UPDATE: Other angles are listed here along with closeups. It's a pretty complex build, so I really recommend giving them a look:
If you want to see a closeup of something else, please tell me. I plan on keeping it together for another two days or so before moving on :)