siege

The crashing of stone upon stone rang our across the field as catapults found their mark upon the ramparts of the castle, a sound as common as the shouting and marching of men within the camp over the past two weeks. Sieges were never Jaerys' ideal battle conditions, no matter which side of the...

There had been tales told of a place in the Falwood, where the forest itself closed and the sky grew dark with rolling storms that never ceased. There were stories of a land where creatures wore the shapes of monsters, and preyed upon those who dared to enter into those dark lands. If one knew...

It was supposed to be simple supply drop-off. Benhaven was a small fort between Vel Cirak and Viret. A place staged to offer reinforcements if Vel Cirak was ever in dire need. A place to hold closer supplies. What was supposed to be simple mission to drop supplies off at Fort Benhaven...

Wissburg Edric wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting out of a Siege, but it was most certainly not this. Over twenty thousand people. Fifteen thousand Guardsmen, seven hundred Anirian Templar, four hundred Medics and doctors from various Orders, fifty Dreadlords, and of course an...

San Siveia - Walls "Seventeen days." Matias voice was ornery, angry, and outright pissed off. "Nine fucking days we've been trapped behind these walls." He let out a huffing sigh as he sat himself down against the parapet, sliding until he was on the ground and then reaching to rub at his...

Vel Telra It had been two days now, two days since this army had appeared around the walls of Vel Telra. Talus had not recognized them, not even the slightest glimmer. They wore all black, plates segmented in strange patterns, with flags that spoke of a rising sun in black. It wouldn't have...

[/CENTER] It had been four days now, four days since the Dreadlord had been impaled and left to rot in the field between the Fort and Army. Ein had overheard some of the superior officers talking about how the Death of the Dreadlord should not have been possible. They spoke of shields and...

The sun was high above the crescent hills. With what little of the wind left, only to shift the sand in small heaps. The caravan was not of one but of many, and not only of traders and merchants and merceneries. Banners flew of many a warlord in this short lived traveling truce. Among them most...

2 Days had passed since the Siege began... The battlefield was laden with dead. Both Dwarf and Orc corpses lay still on the hard ground, harsh in the daylight. Blood sank back into the soil, running rivers underneath the ground on which soldiers still fought. The Steel of Molthal clashing with...