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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #30 on: September 06, 2016, 04:06:26 PM »
The Baelorians did not expect the raid on the caravan of wounded. In fact, when they initially saw the Xanatas cavalry men, they assumed they were just patrolling by and gave friendly greetings. And then they were attacked. In war, caravan's of wounded soldiers and their guards were considerd non-combatants. This was done out of mutual respect. In the same manner, a soldier on the field who was unable to fight but could still be saved would not be attacked. Indeed, the enemy side helping out a soldier wounded in such a way was not uncommon. These were the reasons that the soldiers were appalled when they were attcked bt the Xanata's men, and were completly unprepared. Their wary but still friendly greetings were met with steel and blood. They did not go down without a fight. The eight spearmen fought with an intense fervor and anger to match any of the Xanata's aggressors. The guards all fell save two, but they would have a suprisingly hard fight doing it. The Xanatas Knights were under a constant barrage of insults and slander from the wounded, some of whom even tried to climb out to attack them while barely able to move. When the men returned with the  man, Arturius would be greeted by a nasty looks from the men he had sent out. He would need to tread carefully, considering how openly they let their discontent show.

The Baelorian stared into Arturius Casta eyes with what seemed like a bottomless pit of anger and hatred. But he said nothing. He refused to even acknowledge Arturius's exsistance beyond giving him that stare. To him, the man who had commanded that attack was not even worthy of being spat upon. Arturius was nothing and less than nothing, and he would die before speaking a single word to such filth. Those were the thoughts of the Baelorian, who refused to reply to Arturius.



The time was just when the sun was starting to fall across the other side of the horizon, lighting the backs of the two hundred defenders at the walls, waiting the three hundred Baelorians. Soon there after, the Baelorians began their assault on teh walls. Three hundred Baelorians across fifteen ladders stormed the short walls, ladders hitting the motte and baily forification, men scrambling up it with axes, swords and shields. Crossbows shot into the sides of the climbing men, and arrows flew through the air, cutting down defenders. Their initial assault was putting the defenders on edge, with the attackers managing a bit better then they liked. But soon enough things swung back in the defenders favor, the walls seemingly secure. So far, fifty Baelorians were lost, and thirty Xanata's men were felled. Most of Xanata's lost men were crossbowmen, with most Baelorian losses being infantry. The assault was still young, and could sway one way or the other if either side got careless.

On the other side, Xale was starting to get very, very nervous. On either flank of the Baelorian camp, twenty Knights had their Reiterei's standing and at the ready, each carrying two other men. That was a total of sixty mounted men, with ten archers and thirty footmen in the back flanking each group, with twenty of the footmen holding small crates. The other fifty five were still in the camp, at the front tents oddly enough. It was then that something very... Usual happend. They started striking the front tents down, all of them. Xale got an intense bad feeling, shooting up out of where he was resting and shouting. "The Baelorians are up to something, TO YOUR POSTS MEN!" He cried, the forty men startling up and focusing their attention on the Baelorian camp. After all the tents fell, Xale's face went pale. In the middle of their camp, surrounded by a thick forest of tens, sat two seige ballista. The gates had been made to stand strong against small raids and ladders. It had been made to be a frontieer fort and had not been renovated to take a full blown siege.

The Xanatas men watched in minor horror as the ballisate fired their large rounds, the shots hitting right on the front gates with a massive and disturbing crash, wood splintering and beaking off. Xale gritted his teeth and stared baelfully at the Baelorians. "Clever bastards.." He said with a snarl. It did not take long before the one hundred Baelorians started to surge forward, the gate having taken bad damage from the Ballista's. At the front of the group, a flag was raised with a proud hawk painted in purple clutching a sword, the background color of the standard being yellow. It was the flag of a well known Baelorian general, 'Keldiar Kent', a man known for prowess on the battlefield, and as a commander. This resonated with the defending forty Xanatas troops, who were in a state of shock. But Xale rallied then. "No time for dawdling, GET READY TO DEFEND!" He cried as a final two shots came in from the ballista, breaking open the gates. The siege had just reached a turning point. But which way it would fall, that was another matter entierly.

Arturius would have of course heard what was going on even if he didn't see it. The tents were still surrounding the ballista's from all sides except the front, so actually getting a veiw on them would be hard. But it didn't take a genius to guess what was happening.

Meanwhile, inside the camp, the fifty five remaning Baelorians prepared to defend the camp, with both the supplies, and the Ballistae behind them, and tents in front of them. On their sides were the still partially dug trenches, only partially filled with spikes. They had opeinngs in them, but it would be slower to try and make an attack through them and the cavalry on their reiterei's would have a difficult time trying to manuver through the tents or the lightly spiked ditch.

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #31 on: September 18, 2016, 12:15:33 PM »
The man unsurprisingly didn't respond.  A brave but foolish thing to do considering is willingness to stretch what some would consider "honorable" fighting.  Arturius was about to continue when he received a new report.  To his shock and dismay, the commander looked over to see ballistas which had not been there the day before nor had any sign they even existed where in fact now there and beginning to fire on the fort.

The manned growled in annoyance as he may his way over to the prisoner and promptly knocked the man out with a stiff right hook.  "Well there goes that plan.  Mount up! Everyone! We've got a fort and our brothers to save.  Leave the prisoner hog tied on the floor.  We'll come back for him later."  As they mounted up, they rushed back toward the fort.  Arturius had ordered the formation to keep very loose ranks to make it harder for the ballistas to try and target themselves.

They came into view as the 100 Baelorians were heading toward the main entrance.  Arturius ordered his infantry and archers to dismount 150 yards away from the formation heading toward them.  If these bastards wanted in the fort.  They'd have to deal with archers firing into their backsides with infantry and cavalry ready to charge them if they still tried to make the push against his people in front.

The second the enemy came into range, his archers opened up.  But the cavalry and infantry stood and rested, waiting for the enemy to try for the front gate.  All the while, they would keep an eye out for incoming ballista bolts.
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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #32 on: September 26, 2016, 09:27:28 PM »
Cyrus was thrown from the parapet by the impact of a Ballista Bolt slamming into the walls beneath his feet. He rolled to his feet and looked through a large hole where a bolt had broken through; the Baeloran army was charging and led by a man that seemed to incite fear in some of the men.

Come on you dogs! Do you want to live forever?!

He raised his Spear and shield and slammed them together repeatedly. The rest of the men joined in as a low roar began to develop amongst the men.

For Xanatas!!! Cyrus bellowed. He roared in defiance against the coming tide of Baeloran pigs. The battle would be one for the ages. But which side would write the tale?

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #33 on: September 30, 2016, 01:23:23 PM »
The One Hundred charging Baelorians payed no heed to the enemy behind them. Arturius and his group seemed to be ignored, even if arrows were fired at them. Arturius's archers might have a hard time to catch up with the group of one hundred to fire their shots off, given as the Baelorians already had a head start. As the group passed through the gates, the wenty infantry in the back dropped the crates they were carrying and let them break open on the ground in a line at the entrance to the fort, covering its entry way. In the charge they dropped down to ninety four, the Baelorinas taking six losses to their infantry, with two crossbowmen getting hit by the enemy bowmen, taking Xanatas down to thirty eight men including Cyrus and Xale.

Arturius after seeing what the enemy had dropped at the front gate had his archers fire flaming arrows at the area. A few arrows missed, but when one hit the ground it suddeny lit up with a hot red flame. The fire spread from pot to pot, making a wall of smoky black fire with the smell of burning oil in front of the gates. It was a mix of cooking lard from animals and other types of oil, meaning that it would burn very hot and quick. While this menat Arturius and his troops would not have to long to wait for the fire to go out, it also meant trying to rush through the fire before it had died down would be very dangerous to their health.

And while that fired burned, the Baelorians did not waste a single moment. Their infantry jumped off the sides of the Reiterie where they had been riding and charged up the walls, the Knights doing the same and following suit, their leader 'Keldiar Kent' leading the charge with sword and shield, clashing with the twenty five Xanatas footmen on the walls. The Baelorian Archers fanned out, starting to take shots from the ground up at the Xanata's crossbow men to keep them from being able to return fire.



Xale swore violently as the fire popped up in front of the gates and the enemy started to charge up the ramps. "Defend the walls! Hold out so our allies down there can back us up!" He shouted, ripping off his cast on his shield arm and picking up his loaded crossbow, firing a shot at a charging Xanatas men at arms, nailing him in the shoulder and cuasing him to stumble off to the side. The drop was not far, so the man was only wounded, but Xale and the other infantry had much larger problems. The charging knights, who were backed up by fresh infantry. He pulled his shield up just in time to block a heavy blow, his left arm trembling as the wound from before threatend to reopen. Xale reached back and got his sword, lashing out at the Knight and cutting into the lower side of his body, drawning blood and lightly wounding the man. The pair began to engage while friendly and ememy spears and swords flashed to either side of them on the stairs, but the sheer body count of the Baelorians was pushing Xale's side back and up to the walls. They were in trouble big time, and Xale had no idea how to break them out of the current situation.

Cyrus Alvori

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #34 on: October 19, 2016, 06:54:44 PM »
Xale had been pinned down by a number of Baelorian soldiers, but quick thinking and a number of deadly shots opened a path for Cyrus to bull rush his way through the line and smash a hole for Xale and his men to escape. The massive tower shield aided Cyrus in plowing a hole, stabs and thrusts came in from every angle, thankfully the heavy armor deflected a vast majority of the attacks. A few got through to the chiseled flesh beneath, drawing blood and seeping through the gaps in his armor.

Now commander, get out of there...

Xale Xernas  Arturius Casta

Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #35 on: July 04, 2017, 11:17:28 AM »
Arturius stood there in disbelief at the efficiency of the enemy troops. Despite his best efforts in the field, they seemed to be able to ignore every trick of the trade he had pulled out.  And now these damnable fiends were blocking his mens' ability to assist those inside the fort.  The soldier had his archers fire a few more volleys while the Baelorians where filing through the bottleneck.  But this simple fact of the matter was, by the time the fire died down to allow his men to follow...the battle would be over.

Still, Arturius being the loyal soldier he was, brought his men up just outside the flames still in a loose formation to minimize ballista damage, and prepared to charge.  He just needed the flames and the smoke to clear so he could gauge whether or not a charge would be worth it.  Pyrrhic victories after all, were still victories.  In the back of his mind, his tactical self was urging him to fall back and live to fight another day.  With so many unexpected surprises from a "lesser" adversary, it seemed that was the wiser course.  But honor would not allow such a move...right?

Only time could tell what the future would bring.

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #36 on: July 05, 2017, 01:11:03 PM »
It was starting to look bad. The hundred that had broken through and temporarily cut off Arturius Casta had efficently taken over that area of the walls. From there it would be easy for them to go forward and attack the defenders in the back, giving the Baelorians on the ladders an opening to swing the battle in their favor. Xale grimaced at the odds they were looking at as he led the fifteen remaining troops away from the wall. They had to fall back to the main keep. It had its own walls around it, giving them a second place to mount a defense and then possibly a counter offensive. And that gave him an idea. A couter offensive. "Sergeant! Position your people and slow them down here! If i had to guess they will first barricade the doors to keep Sir Arturius and his Knights from coming through the door and attacking them! Stay back and pepper them with crossbows! And when they go to aid their men at the walls, keep in slowing them as much as you can! And send a messanger to tell the troops at the walls that they should fall back to the inner walls! I will return with Cavalry" Xale quickly told the man before running off, heading for his Reitrei which was nearby. Quickly taking the reins he started to gallop the beast through the streets, aiming to meet up with Arturius outside.



And as it turned out, his guess was exactly right. While the fires still burned after Xale and the other troops were forced back, they were busy making the entrance impassable. Using the broken door as well as breaking down the overhead walkway that spanned over the road. Their bowmen had their work cut out for them, keeping both Arturius's men back as well as dealing with the crossbow men that were now scatterd throughout the town, firing at the men as they worked. The enemy commander made a cloudy face as a bolt sank into his shield as he raised it. Keldiar Kent did not like this. There were too many variables he couldn't control in this battle and he suspected an ill wind was preparing to blow. "Hurry up with the barricading! There are still more Xanatasians to kill!" He shouted, getting a rousing battlecry from his men as they redoubled their efforts.  He knew that the fort still had a second wall that surrounded the fort and the main barracks area itself. They could still hold out longer. If they managed to escape to that area, his men would more or less just end up being in the same position from where they started. But this time with less resources, depleted man power and no more big aces to suprise their enemy with. At the same time, he could not let the enemy cavalry get into the fort. While not a death sentance, it would most certainly delay him far to long to deal with and get to his people on the wall in time. 'Well, one thing is for certain.' He mused in the back of his mind. 'They certainly have not lost their spirit.' He thought with a wry smirk.



Meanwhile, Xale and his mount had managed to exit out of the fort and he was headed for Arturius, bellowing over. "ARTURIUS, FOLLOW ME!" He shouted, waving to him as his yellow scarf flapped behind him. Xale had a winning strategy in mind for them. He just needed Arturius's cavalry to pull it off in the right place at the right time. And where they currently were was not the right place, nor the right time. He aimed to lead Arturius and his cavalry back and away to the woods, behind there the enemies main force was seiging. On the way he explained the plan to let the enemy advance to the second wall inside the fort while the other hundred were being delayed by the crossbowmen. When the enemy hit the second walls and began to seige again, they would peform a cavalry charge into their flank and the defenders would surge forward and counter attack, aiming to annhilate the enemies main force before they could regroup again.

Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #37 on: July 12, 2017, 06:58:19 PM »
Time.  The common enemy of all generals.  As Arturius sat there waiting for the fire to die down, he watched their opportunity to save their people slip away as a new barricade began to swiftly rise in the gateway.  Cavalry were useless as siege engines, and he didn't have enough men to try and break on foot a barricaded, well defended bottleneck.

So when Xale suddenly appeared on his own mount, seemingly with a plan.  The warrior was thrilled to have an opportunity to do something other than sit and watch helplessly as his people are butchered.  "Archers!  Stay just out of range of the walls.  Remain in loose formation and lie down to avoid those ballistas.  If they try and come out, fire everything you have into them.  Infantry!  Guard the archers against any advance.  Fall back in the face of an obviously superior force about to overrun you.  Cavalry!  To the commander!"

With orders issued, and not a moment to waste, Arturius and his cavalry immediately broke into a gallop to meet Xale and hopefully carry out a plan to push these blasted Baelorians back.

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #38 on: July 13, 2017, 02:07:26 PM »
On the forts walls, the hundred or so Baelorians were being slowly pepperd and attacked by the Xanatas troops dispersed through the buildings. It was keeping them from being able to effectivly move around with any speed as they attempted to regroup with the main body. While the Baelorians could have simply set fire to the buildings to flush them out, they wished to capture this fortress intact, not in ashes. Their archers were doing their best to keep them at bay, but they were forced to react to the defensivly dug in crossbowmen. To properly push them out, it was going to require atleast double the numbers of the dug in twenty five or so enemy troops. That was half of his forces. To stop their constnat barrage would be an equal number of twenty five. That would also be sentancing those troops to death from crossbows, hidden spearmen and ambushes. But in order to win the opening battle of this war, it was required. "Serah Bellanor!" The Baelorian general called to a mouted Knight who bellowed back. "Yes sir!" He said, lisening to his general as he watched out for any crossbowmen. "Take twenty five of your men and go house to house against the Xanatas bastards! We have to stop this delay if we want to win!" He shouted, the man bellowing his reponse with a grin. "The start of a war is no fine place to die! But very well!" He said, shouting to a group of his men to follow him, the Knight dismounting and heading into the buildings to deal with them. "I pray to your Morgana for your safety" The general said silently before leading his men onwards, his knights taking the lead. The time making the barricade had been costly. He suspcted they would arrive well after the flow of the battle at the second defenses of the fort had been set. If it was going south... Well, he would rather not think about that. Before he would have been leading seventy five troops to join with the rest of his army, now they were only fifty five after the crossbowmens attacks. Though the group of crossbowmen had also taken casulaties, down to nineteen men.



Meanwhile, Xale continued to wave his sword as the group of Cavalry began to fall in behind him, taking a deep breath and bellowing out over the field. "ANYONE WITH LANCES, TO THE FRONT! THOSE WITH SWORDS, FORM RANKS BEHIND THEM! FORM A LINE, THREE CAVALRY WIDE!" Xale bellowed, sheathing his sword and pulling out the lone spear that had been resting on the side of his Reiterei into his right hand, resting it on his shoulder while his left hand held the reins, slowing down a bit to let the rest of the cavalry catch up, with himself forming the tip of the line of cavalry. Looking behind him, it seemed more or less all forty of the cavalry as far as he could tell were still alive. There might have been a few losses, but they were not anywhere near major. That was very good. It meant they could well and truely perform a proper charge. It was going to be tricky that was for damn sure, they would need to be in files of three to pass through the side gate, but they could pass through it at a galloping pace with three cavalry side by side. After they got inside, the buildings in the first layer of the fort were far more scatterd and the roads to the keep were large. At that point, charging the enemy would be easy. As they circled the fort, he called again. "We will be charging the Baelorians in the rear! The Baron will have pulled his forces back to the second layer of walls protecting the keep! We will perform our charge into their rear and they will rush out to meet them! Their reinforcements from the main gate are being held up twenty brave bastards, make their deaths worth it!" He roared as the gate came into veiw and he started to slowly turn in. He had made sure the long collum of cavalry would have plenty of room to turn, getting onto the road that lead through the opend gates. As they passed through onto the wide road, Xale bellowed out. "LANCERS! Spread out and form a wedge! Mounted Swordsmen, fall in line and follow in after us!" Xale commanded, lowering the tip of his spear down as they slowly turned on the dirt path that lead up to the forts second layer, where the Baelorians were attacking the Xanatas defenders at the gate But the Baelorians did not expect a cavalry charge into their flank. This was the group that had been seiging the fort through ladders, they did not have spearmen to deal with an attack like this. Their longbowmen, while excellently trained, were not prepared for this either. The sudden lightning charge from their rear of a unit of enemy cavalry took them by suprise. At this point, their commander faced a moment of indecision. It was not that the Baelorian leader here was incompetent. Far from it. But he had in the heat of the moment made an oversight. He had orderd the gates open to allow the bulk of their beseiging army to pass through quicker, yet no one had thought to close the gates afterwards. No, indeed they had been left wide open as Xale had noticed. It was something a veteran who was better at keeping his calm in a battle would have noticed, but he was not the veteran commander here. The veteran commander had been leading the sneak attack to optimize its success. But that was not all that was in store to suprise the more green Baelorian commander. The enemy who had been defending their last line of defensive walls opend their gates and charged forth, right as the Cavalry charge had collided into their rear. And so the greater force of three hundred or so Baelorians was caught, out manuverd and suprised by their enemy. Unable to manuver as a army or regroup, they started to fall into choas from the sudden onslaught.

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #39 on: July 22, 2017, 12:44:57 PM »
"You heard the commander!  Column formation by three's!  Lances up front, swords in the rear!" The men quickly did as ordered and were soon in a nice orderly column of cavalry.  Arturius himself had pulled back to join the swordsmen as Xale was taking the lead of the lancers.  To his own disbelief, they were able to pour into the fort past the outer wall unhindered.  What a foolish thing to forget.  But he wasn't complaining.  Arturius meant to repay the death these Baelorians had brought here today with high interest.

"Wedge formation!"  The order was given, and the order was carried out.  This was an all or nothing charge.  If they couldn't pull this off here and now, they would not have the energy to reform and try something else.  As the distance between his cavalry and the surprised Baelorians closed, blood curdling shouts rose up from the Xanatas troops.  The trap was sprung, only it was the Baelorians suddenly in the middle, not the Xanatas!

As the lancers up front plowed into the enemy, knocking them off balance or even straight off their feet, Arturius and his sword cavalry followed close behind to strike down those still alive.  Or simply trample under hoof those they could not instantly slay themselves.  The whole scene would soon be a ghastly field filled with dead men...

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #40 on: October 24, 2017, 11:22:42 AM »
The scene was a bloody one as the Reiterei trampled through the Baelorian lines. Xale's spear struck home into a Baelorian shields man, going through the man and into another before the spear was jerked out of his right hand as he passed them. A instant later his hand drew out his bastard sword, cutting a path through the Baelorian lines that were broken within moments. But broken did not mean they would rout. To other races that they knew not of, this would be the time to retreat. But not for a Falorian. This was the time to die without showing a single sign of wavering. The thought of retreat never entered their minds to begin with. They were trapped and surrounded yes. Out numbered and out positioned, yes. But all that meant to them was they needed to fight even harder. Even in the face of certain defeat. 'Live hard, die young, leave a good looking corpse!' was a mantra that Falorian warriors regardless of kingdom lived by. And died by. So it was that the Xale and company would lay low every single invader, leaving the battlefield stained red by a sea of corpses.



The Baelorian commander had been enroute to retake command of the battle when he saw Xale and Arturius's cavalry charge going through the streets to their rear. His face paled as he realized what had taken place. The battle had fell out of their favor. They did not have spearmen to deal with such a charge, he knew that. Knowing that defeat was certain, he stopped his Reiterei and looked at those behind him. "We quit this field of battle." The reaction of the Knights and soldiers behind him were about to be ones of protest, but then they saw the look in his eyes. They knew that if they all died here, the fort they were defending would be left with a skeleton force at best. Falling here might very well mean the fall of the territories they had gained for Xanatas in the last war. "We fall back. Get a runner to Bellanor, tell him to fall back." The General said, quickly gathering his now roughly sixty odd men back together once the troops who had went into the city to attack the crossbowmen returned, mounting back up and retreating from the field of battle. "I ill like this turn of the winds at such a time." The general said as he looked back at the fort. Once he met up with the ballista crew, they would destroy the weapons and begin their return march back to the fort where they came from.



Not long after the lengthy battle that took place to finish off the Baelorian forces inside the keep, the crossbowmen who had been tasked with slowing down enemy reinforcements returned. Only twelve of them remained, but Xale was surprised to see them alive at all. "Sir! The Baelorian General retreated!" A feeling of relief rushed through the young man, Xale nodding with a heavy sigh. "That... That is good." He nodded from where he rested against a wall, sword still in his hand and coated in blood. He had taken a few hits over the course of the battle, but nothing major enough worth noting.

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #41 on: October 25, 2017, 08:21:11 PM »
The attack couldn't have been timed better if they had planned it themselves.  The cavalry sliced through the line like a hot knife through butter.  During the fight, however, Arturius had been unseated when a Baelorian brought down his mount with a clean sweep of his sword.  Jumping away at the last moment, he rolled back to his feet just in time to deflect a heavy blow by his attacker.  The assault was vicious and Arturius found himself backing up and backing up just to maintain his footing.  Getting a bit of help from one of his fellow warriors, the attacker was killed.

From there Arturius hopped onto another mount which had lost its rider and fought on.  Soon, the sounds of battle began to subside.  Instead being replaced by the wales for help from the wounded and dieing soldiers strewn all around the fort grounds.  Breathing heavily, he looked around and to his astonishment, only saw Xanatesian warriors still standing.  Raising his sword high in the air, he yelled out.  "Victory!!!....Victory!!!....VICTORY!!!"

Cheers rose to the heavens from those still standing.  It was not a joyous victory considering the casualties they had sustained.  But at least the Baelorians had been thrown back.  The tide had turned, and the men that fought so bravely deserved and perhaps needed to hear that their life and death struggle had paid off.  Returning his sword to its scabard, Arturius slowly rode up to Xale after locating him near some crossbowmen. 

"Congratulations, sir."  He started with a quick salute.  "With your permission, I left some infantry and archers outside the fort.  I'd like to retrieve them.  Then form a small scouting party to follow the Baelorians."

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Re: Falorian Rumble
« Reply #42 on: October 27, 2017, 12:45:38 AM »
Xale's mount had been wounded but managed to survive, though it would certainly need looked after for quite a while. His left arm had come out worse for wear, the wound had reopened but was not critically bleeding at least. While others were reveling in the victory, Xale was doing a headcount from where he sat. Their numbers had taken a hit. He guessed around a hundred and twenty or so men who could defend properly. It would not be enough to hold the outer walls against a second force. The inner walls perhaps, but the enemy could use the buildings as cover in that situation...

It was Arturius who broke him out of his concentration, Xale standing up and returning the salute. "Aye, thank you." He said a bit awkwardly, thinking on the idea of sending scouts after them. It was not a bad idea, but the Reiterei's were going to be exhausted, injured or both after that long battle. While the creatures were exceptionally tough, they would need to recuperate. But Xale's thought process was interrupted by the booming voice of Baron Gerath echoed across the keep. "HAH! Who would have thought you choosing to stay with the scouts would turn out like this eh?" The Baron said with a broad and amused grin before looking to Arturius. "Worry not serah, i am going to send scouts from the castle with fresh mounts. Go ahead and gather the soldiers you mentioned. You are the hero's of this day. Go inside and rest. I will see to it that the rest is taken care of."

The Baron did not plan on taking no for an answer, going ahead and calling over the walls for the local scouts who kept an eye on the area in general, telling them to follow the Baelorian's and keep an eye on them and to report anything back immediately. It was a fairly small party of five, but they were experienced and knew how to do their job. Xale it seemed was fine enough with leaving the task to them, nodding in return to the Baron along with a short bow. "Thank you sir." "That ain't the way to be after victory boy, loosen up some! You are just as uptight as your father!" The Baron bellowed with a good natured smirk, smacking Xale on the back. He couldn't really deny that, a sheepish look going across his face. "Sorry about that.. I will be heading in then." Normally Xale would have liked to stick around longer but he was exhausted. It didn't help that he couldn't get the 'what next' out of his mind. It just sat there in the back of his head, running through his mind and thoughts as the young man stood and headed into the keep through the littered bodies that were being cleaned up by the locals. While he would not get himself out of his armor yet just in case, he did clean his sword and the blood off.

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