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With a great number of the fortress’s warmachines taken down the army was able to get much closer than they had. Their distance was just out of reach of the longbowman under the command of the Duke.
There were four lances of Bretonnian Knights all arranged to charge when the moment was right. In front of them were the several thousand Albion Warriors who were still able to fight. Many of those carried on their persons ladders that could help them scale the walls.
The men at arms were already firing the catapults and trebuchets even before the engagement. An attempt to weather down the foe before they were to strike. From what Lucian was seeing they were being quite effective against the fortress, not a single man willing to stay on the battlements when the army was so close to them.
Upon the back of Satharifax and flying above the heads of the people Lucian spoke. Through the grace of his status, his voice carried itself across the field of battle for all to hear.
“Knights of Bretonnia and Warriors of Albion!” Spoke the Grail Knight as he shined like a radiant emerald in the light of the heavens, “Today we bring down the forces that had threatened to overtake the land of the living! This fortress, by protecting themselves against a Priest of Morr, has proven themselves to be the harborers of Necromancers and foul undead.”
Even while they all felt the pains of sickness upon their breath, the cheering of the men could be heard. Many of them addled by the forces of plague, they still showed their support for the coming battle as they cheered.
“Onward, men, for we fight for the Lady, for Morr, and for the Living!” Shouted Lucian as he moved forward with the men following underneath him.
>Smash the Castle Gates
>Fly in to cause terror and route the enemy
>Hold back, be the repoise
