The battle had been lost. James was saddened that his home had been taken from him but knew that the village was hardly defensible. Not much could have been done to save it. With the frisians ravens and dracul all attacking at the same time there was not much equipment to be spared for the village and many of the best Knights had been away during the siege. The King busy with official faction matters had been unable to lead the men and as such they were not inspired by his example in combat.
In a letter to the King James wrote,
Slezkh has been taken by shit bandits, their warcries were of shitwolves and shitwinds, truly they are shitheads. They overpowered the forces we had stationed within the village. Many of the knights we had fighting with us spoke of a crippling disease they call lag. The village is lost. We saved as many of the villagers as we could as we made our retreat north to Slezkh castle.
A blow had been dealt but James took strength in his faith. For he knew his faction was a light in the darkness that envelopped Nova Calradia.
