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It was upon Lucian’s orders soon after that the most fit and able of them men would come off of the ships as fast as they could and join in the short march. And indeed under the guise of Lucian they were each a great warrior in their own right with either a steed or the quickest feet from Albion.
In all they numbered a hundred Knights and a hundred light footmen. It was a feeling from Lucian that they left the docks when they did, releasing the ships back to shore to make sure that whatever waited for them did not come upon them.
Nothing did come, though Lucian wondered if that was because of the prestige of the force, that a Dragon watched over all of this happening, or perhaps there was not an ambush at all.
Of those who unloaded themselves both Adok and Tee-Nee-Tyny were unloaded. The Dwarf was still rather reserve to himself, but he was also diligently working upon the rune even as he was unloaded from the vessel. He rode on the back of a horseman who was willing to bring the Dwarf upon his mighty steed. The Skink of course had Bok, the mighty Kroxigor who could keep up with all as they made their way towards Castle Mousillon.
When they arrived it was just as Lucian thought it would be. Instead of approaching an abandoned fortress they were upon one in full preparation and fortification. The mighty gates were closed and rolled out at the edges were trebuchets and other pieces of artillery ready to throw rocks and the like at them.
“There is a powerful sorcerer within that castle.” Satharifax said to Lucian was they got close enough to the place that a voice could be heard.
“They have arrived, people of Mousillon!” Lucian could not see where the man speaking was but he could hear him all the same. Perhaps it was a trick that the Duke could do with magics, “These are the traitors to Bretonnia led by a false prophet! It was their minions who slaughtered those at the docks, and now they are here to attack us!”
In the least they were successful Lucian reasoned. As the boulders and rocks were being sent across the field in their direction it was clear that the Duke was still within the fortress.
“Kill them, those Loyal to the Grail and Crown! Show them what it means to be a loyal son of Bretonnia!”
>We assault, strike them down!
>We have wings, got from above with the risk of death!
>Siege time!
