The Grand Citidel

[Mavric Desten]

A towering structure loomed over the woodded planes casting an emense shadow over the enemy battle lines, its walls standing defiant. The seige came in the night just over a week ago almost as of by some foul magic. Since then the attacks have been near constant. The grand citadel of morstone has repelled the attacks thus far with minimal losses but the enemy has been growing stronger and now there has been a lull in the battle, it is the dawn of the third day since the break in the seige.



(This will be a low to medium power thread I will be taking part as various entities as well as keeping a time table for transpiring events. You may play one person or if you like, a group if your willing to put in the effort. Magic exists but is generally uncommon. defend your citadel to the last and expect no quarter!)


Captain thasban a large greying man in his mid 40s stood before the new recrutes for the walls with a note board in his hands where he had been recording names.

Thasban: a siege *he scoffed* fools all of them if they think they can bring this fortress to its knees. *he looks over the assortment of beings* Recrutes! Off to your posts!

[hellcomet]

Khanduras Vahn scoffed as the captain dismissed him and his fellow to their post. Idiots, arrogant idiots they still think this could go their way. He had seen the preternatural darkness that hung over the besieging force. Foul magics were at play there and when common man faced eldritch powers only death was left. Straightening his hauberk and dusting his pants he walked to his post on the wall.

[jace]

Varden sighed, sold again, this time to guard duty, He had been sold and reclipped so many times his left ear was all but gone. Sad for a man only in his late 20s. Once dismissed he made his way to the wall, he was on the one that was last attacked. 'Never place your valuables where you may lose them and never place your best soldiers where they may get killed first.' Once he got up there he picked up an arbalest and carefully loaded it. before looking out over the scorched land.

[Mavric Desten]

Heading out of the captains station in the gatehouse to your posts on the outer wall The day mulled by slowly it could have felt like any other if it weren't for the murderous army outside the walls.
Your fellow watchmen congregate to take up their posts.

A young man sits agents the rampart shaking his head. Muttering about having no days off this damn wall. While another stares at the the new recrutes mutilated ear

[jace]

"Problem?" Varden looks from the corner of his eye to the one staring at him. Varden set the first arbelest down and began loading a second, he hadn't the strength to dual wield them proficiently but having and extra shot ready while reloading the first couldn't hurt. He pulled out a cap and put it on, it was long enough to cover his ears.

[Mavric Desten]

The man looks you over as he leans agenst a barrel of pitch. your ither an awefull slave or a very sought after commodity. But up here... I'm hoping for the latter. New blood is good, me and adam have been up here for 5 days there havent been any changes in the shifts because everyone is on the walls. seems like bad planning to me at this point.

Adam pipes up from his spot. none of the dandys at this fort where actualy planning on it bieng seiged all of them are incompetent nobles sons who just wanted a cushy safe place to put their rear ends.
adam spits on the ground.




Surroundings
(the watchmen patrol the nearby walks of the outer walls of morstone. uneasy yet seem ready for combat, most wear the gear given to them ar recrutement but a few seem to be wearing personal gear simply with the fortresses banner displayed on a badge or the like. near the walls there sit several barels of pitch, and a large baliste)

Terrain
(slight rumbling can be heard in the distance where rain clouds have begun to pass over the mountains to the west it looks like they are headed this direction but might still be a few hours off)

[hellcomet]

Vahn grunted walking up the to the ramparts. Some slave and a couple of survivor were hooting it up. Waste of time 2 of the 3 would be dead by the next time they attacked.

[Mavric Desten]

(from vahn's new position he could see the enemys encampment it seemed like thousands of tents and a few fires but something seemed off somehow. the feilds in front of the castle where coated with the dead. broken machinery lay in scorched heaps yet none of it was being reclamed crows and other carrion feeders scavenged the battlefield.)


a robed man walked to the battlement where vahn now stood, looking over the wall he let out a sigh. "so many of them lay there, and yet... they have not lost their will to fight, wich speaks to their leaders ability to maintain morale, or." he frowns. "they are not sound of mind."

[jace]

Varden smiled, "Both, Killed the last master with a bolt to the eye at over eighty meters while he was horsebound." Varden spoke not as bragging but as fact. "I am not new to the art of killing, I have been sold over and again for that alone.. I dont like it but its the dice i was tossed, when i killed the last master I was given the option of hanging or coming here, I quite like my spine attached.."

Varden looked over at the rumbling onsetting storm and smiled.

"Rain, a pleasant shower and maybe a chance for clean water, either of you have something clean I can catch water in? Not much in giving a master killing slave anything but a weapon, the irony.."

[hellcomet]

"Any man or thing that joins an army doesn't have much mind to start with.."

Rest a hand on the mace hanging from his belt. Its weighty head calming his nerves abit. "Wont be long till the next attack. They have to know their thinning our ranks of the hardened soldiers."

[Mavric Desten]

*the man raised a quizical eyebrow at vahn* oh? then are you not of a sound mind to be guarding the~ (with a crackloud enough to send some of the defenders on the wall to their knees clutching thir ears the sky darknened above the enemys ranks a ghastly cold blowing over the area a moment later and a chill voice rang clear through the air for all to hear)

: valiently you have fought. and graciously i have aloud you to play at your game but i will waste no more time here. today i will take your gate. and then i will take what is mine.

(as the voice faded away alarm bells began to sound on several of the wall sections as well as the gate)

the robed figure shouted Were under attack!

[hellcomet]

"Blood and bloody ash! Get to you feet all of you if you want to live! It time to fight!"

Vahn plants his feet bracing against the stone of the wall for support. The ringing in his head thumping like a hammer. He draws his blade from its scabbard.

[jace]

Varden pulled one of the arbalests to his shoulder and looked for a target.

He loosed on a target and didn't wait to see if it hit, he swung that arbalest down and brought up another taking aim again, he repeated the same, once the three were empty he ducked and started to reload the three.