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They had made it there fast enough to stop the enemy from running away, now circumstances were different. Upon his call runners made their way to the docks and brought the vessels back to port, the forces preparing themselves for the coming siege of the fortress.
From the edge of the artillery’s range they prepared and began assembling the battlements. A trench was quickly created by the men of Albion while the Knights of Bretonnia began running about the roads and countryside to secure all routes of transit.
These Knights, empowered by the authority of a Grail Knight, quickly made work of Peasants who came to try to and supply the fortress of Mousillon. It was upon the behest of Lucian that they were compensated for their goods, for he was a humbled knight, but the peasants who came still ran from the siege faster than they ever had before. And with them, word of the siege will reach the Dukes of Bretonnia.
What mattered now was that Castle Mousillon was cut off from the rest of the world. Secured in their fortifications the men of the fortress did not have much to fear except for the harassment of Pegasus Knights and a Dragon. Yet as Lucian watched the glints of light dancing across the walls he knew for certain that there were White Grail Knights among their number.
Satharifax was mighty, but they were warriors who had slain his equals single handedly. It would be a risk not to charge forward without the backing of everyone for the battle.
So they continued the siege for a day and night. Then another day and night after that.
During this time the men of Albion were taking stock of the forests and foodstuff that they had. Those Knights who had burdened themselves with the knowledge of siege craft had began crafting their own siege engines so that they could return fire and perhaps even bring down those mighty walls of Mousillon.
It was a good time for the besiegers to get their bearing upon the situation. To take stock of what was needed and form a solution to their siege.
So there in one of the many tents, where a flag bearing the Raven of Morr dangled down, was the foundation of the coming siege.
