Post by josdu on Apr 28, 2014 13:36:45 GMT -8
The Coming Battle!
As Navarre and his men marched towards the Royal Castle Navarre thought of the war. His own men amounted only to 2000, but he had hired some wild men from the shade and was to join up with some allies from all three of the provinces at the Queen’s castle. In total, he considered their combined forces should be over 6000, but supplies for a long siege and siege engines was what he had to worry about. He only had enough horses to carry about six engines and had high hopes that the allies could provide twelve more; at least…Ten Days Later…William Navarre had been disappointed by his allies who only had two siege engines and limited supplies for a siege. However they managed after 15 days to affect a breach in the wall and now planned for the attack!
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The Siege of The Royal Castle!
Looking over the hillside toward the castle Navarre surveyed the prospects. What would the coming battle hold? Little did he imagine as he gazed over the walls the desperate position he would be in by the following evening!...Tramp, tramp, tramp, as the men advanced toward the breach in the wall arrows poured down upon them in heaps. The assault on the breach was one of the two attacks to be made on the castle the other, which was to be made on the wall with ladders, was led by Navarre’s second in command and only a few men. In fact that was just to be a diversion; the serious attack was on the breach and led by Navarre himself. Navarre knew if that his allies planned to infiltrate by cutting the chains of the drawbridge and rushing hopefully unseen in the confusion into the castle. Under the storm of arrows the two forces laid the make shift bridge and placed the ladders across the moat. Rushing forward under boiling oil and a barrage of arrows with Navarre at their head the troops bravely forced the breach covered by the spiked catapult outside the walls. However they were met with the prince Zerxes and his men and slowly were being forced back when their allies rushed over the now lowered drawbridge and charged the flank of the prince’s men. Again they were on the verge of taking the castle when Calvary reinforced their opponents and charges scattered Navarre’s forces and pursued the hotly till the water’s edge where they scattered and ran. Back at the castle forgotten and forsaken lay Navarre, wounded and bleeding could this be the end?
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The Conjurer!
But Navarre was not dead, and though sorely wounded, managed to escape through the breach before the dragon soldier dispatched him along with any other wounded enemies. Navarre, after washing his cuts in the moat, bandaged his wounds as best he could with his shirt and cloak. Subsequent to lying near the moat for some time, Navarre crawled toward an abandon horse, and mounting with great difficulty, rode away till he fell off onto the rugged terrain. Suddenly, a black shadow flittered across the rocks. Navarre pulled out his knife, the only weapon he still had. “Ah don’t worry… I haven’t the slightest notion to betray you.” “Why should I believe you?” replied Navarre as the shadow turned into a man standing before him. “Why,” the wizard replied, “should I deceive you?” “That, I must ask!” answered William. “Well, go ahead, but my advice is that you follow me…” whoosh, and a portal appeared before Navarre, “But I obviously can’t walk, still less lurch forward into a portal!” “Ha, that can be fixed!” retorted the conjurer lifting Navarre off the ground with his staff and floated him into the portal jumping in after him with an evil grin…
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As Navarre and his men marched towards the Royal Castle Navarre thought of the war. His own men amounted only to 2000, but he had hired some wild men from the shade and was to join up with some allies from all three of the provinces at the Queen’s castle. In total, he considered their combined forces should be over 6000, but supplies for a long siege and siege engines was what he had to worry about. He only had enough horses to carry about six engines and had high hopes that the allies could provide twelve more; at least…Ten Days Later…William Navarre had been disappointed by his allies who only had two siege engines and limited supplies for a siege. However they managed after 15 days to affect a breach in the wall and now planned for the attack!
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The Siege of The Royal Castle!
Looking over the hillside toward the castle Navarre surveyed the prospects. What would the coming battle hold? Little did he imagine as he gazed over the walls the desperate position he would be in by the following evening!...Tramp, tramp, tramp, as the men advanced toward the breach in the wall arrows poured down upon them in heaps. The assault on the breach was one of the two attacks to be made on the castle the other, which was to be made on the wall with ladders, was led by Navarre’s second in command and only a few men. In fact that was just to be a diversion; the serious attack was on the breach and led by Navarre himself. Navarre knew if that his allies planned to infiltrate by cutting the chains of the drawbridge and rushing hopefully unseen in the confusion into the castle. Under the storm of arrows the two forces laid the make shift bridge and placed the ladders across the moat. Rushing forward under boiling oil and a barrage of arrows with Navarre at their head the troops bravely forced the breach covered by the spiked catapult outside the walls. However they were met with the prince Zerxes and his men and slowly were being forced back when their allies rushed over the now lowered drawbridge and charged the flank of the prince’s men. Again they were on the verge of taking the castle when Calvary reinforced their opponents and charges scattered Navarre’s forces and pursued the hotly till the water’s edge where they scattered and ran. Back at the castle forgotten and forsaken lay Navarre, wounded and bleeding could this be the end?
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The Conjurer!
But Navarre was not dead, and though sorely wounded, managed to escape through the breach before the dragon soldier dispatched him along with any other wounded enemies. Navarre, after washing his cuts in the moat, bandaged his wounds as best he could with his shirt and cloak. Subsequent to lying near the moat for some time, Navarre crawled toward an abandon horse, and mounting with great difficulty, rode away till he fell off onto the rugged terrain. Suddenly, a black shadow flittered across the rocks. Navarre pulled out his knife, the only weapon he still had. “Ah don’t worry… I haven’t the slightest notion to betray you.” “Why should I believe you?” replied Navarre as the shadow turned into a man standing before him. “Why,” the wizard replied, “should I deceive you?” “That, I must ask!” answered William. “Well, go ahead, but my advice is that you follow me…” whoosh, and a portal appeared before Navarre, “But I obviously can’t walk, still less lurch forward into a portal!” “Ha, that can be fixed!” retorted the conjurer lifting Navarre off the ground with his staff and floated him into the portal jumping in after him with an evil grin…
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