{that is a prime example of the power of defense and having a crap ton of quality mercs that could make use of the healing tents... till the tower ran off and left them flying Also sorry this is in the wrong thread but as they say we are at war with everyone! I am counting you all the same hahaha.}
Saxton's son was leading his warband dreaming of the day he could avenge his fathers death. Out of a dense fog the sound of horses and the an arrow appeared. The fletchings bowler green. Looks like his wish was answered. He did not know if he was facing 10 or 10,000 but since when has that mattered to the warriors of the Terrortops.
he ordered his men to the top of the nearest hill to start building fortifications, but realized quickly that the location was just not going to hold. They abandoned the work and newly built siege tower.
The bowlers stormed over the hill and took control of the tower. We are not sure if they were drunk or just lost in the fog but they decided to drive it directly to the best defensible position on the map for us. We gladly thanked them for the effort with our blades.
What the enemy did not know is that this warband was formed with veterans and banner-men who have been fighting since time began. Heroes anchored nearly every inch of the line. They did not break. Time and again out of the fog roared the enemy only to crash upon the three horns of our god. Those roars turned to screams and weeping.
Saxton's son held the head of the bowlers general in his hand at the end of the fight and promptly made it kiss his ass. Cheers from his men were drowned out, in the distance the war horns were blowing.. Well now, it sounds like the fight is not over tonight. We shall see what remains when the light shines again in the morning.
The Terror Rises
Ohay