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10-07-2018, 12:09 PM
16 Fein 282 BCE
The days had passed uneventfully. Lyrn's troops prepared ladders, siege shields, and battering-rams from the nearby woods and repelled two night raids on their encampment without significant difficulty. On the third day of the siege, Lyrn and his officers felt they'd enough equipment to take the small hillfort. Indeed, the men had fashioned enough simple arrow shields to cover a first wave, as well as four battering rams and various ladders. In the early morning hours of the 16th, a third of Lyrn's troops advanced--which spurred the hillfort into activity. While the hill fort had only one gate the other rams advanced on other points on the wall, forcing the defenders to disperse along the walls. The Lanlanians had estimated only two or three hundred defenders, not counting women and children.
Lyrn watched from the foot of the hill, a second wave of troops waiting with him. His officers led their own detachments at other points around the hillfort, preventing the defenders from focusing on any particular wall.
The distance did nothing to drown the battle cries of his men and the smashing of wood against wood. While the battering-ram smashed into the gate, Lanlanian archers opened fire on the walls, softening them for the climbers. Lyrn had tried to set them on fire on the second day with little success. The buildings were coated in leather, while the defenders reacted quickly enough to the walls. And it wouldn't do to risk his men now.
Breaching the walls did not take long. The wooden walls were flimsy, and the gates not significantly better. When the Lanlanians opened a hole, their cries exploded and a rumbling marked their relentless charge.
The gate crumbled next and as his men streamed into the hillfort, Lyrn ordered the second wave forward. Lanlanian horns sounded the general advance, and were quickly echoed by more elsewhere around the fort. Lyrn's men began steady advance up the hill, knocking their swords against their shields and leaving only a royal guard to defend the king. Halfway up the hill, a different tune rang out and the troops broke into a cautious jog and a steady chant: "Røn vel. Røn vel. Røn vel." A third tune near the gates signaled the charge, and the troops broke formation with a piercing "Fr dan kïn!" Most charged through the broken gates, while others scaled the ladders onto the walls.
The sun rose before the battle ended. The outlaws resisted bitterly, to the point where even the women joined the battle. Nonetheless, the Lanlanian Hostmen systematically tore into the hillfort, seizing building after building and leaving bodies in its wake. Ultimately, the central keep and Asmund's residence was torched with many inside. It was noon before the king himself entered the hillfort to review his men's work.
The days had passed uneventfully. Lyrn's troops prepared ladders, siege shields, and battering-rams from the nearby woods and repelled two night raids on their encampment without significant difficulty. On the third day of the siege, Lyrn and his officers felt they'd enough equipment to take the small hillfort. Indeed, the men had fashioned enough simple arrow shields to cover a first wave, as well as four battering rams and various ladders. In the early morning hours of the 16th, a third of Lyrn's troops advanced--which spurred the hillfort into activity. While the hill fort had only one gate the other rams advanced on other points on the wall, forcing the defenders to disperse along the walls. The Lanlanians had estimated only two or three hundred defenders, not counting women and children.
Lyrn watched from the foot of the hill, a second wave of troops waiting with him. His officers led their own detachments at other points around the hillfort, preventing the defenders from focusing on any particular wall.
The distance did nothing to drown the battle cries of his men and the smashing of wood against wood. While the battering-ram smashed into the gate, Lanlanian archers opened fire on the walls, softening them for the climbers. Lyrn had tried to set them on fire on the second day with little success. The buildings were coated in leather, while the defenders reacted quickly enough to the walls. And it wouldn't do to risk his men now.
Breaching the walls did not take long. The wooden walls were flimsy, and the gates not significantly better. When the Lanlanians opened a hole, their cries exploded and a rumbling marked their relentless charge.
The gate crumbled next and as his men streamed into the hillfort, Lyrn ordered the second wave forward. Lanlanian horns sounded the general advance, and were quickly echoed by more elsewhere around the fort. Lyrn's men began steady advance up the hill, knocking their swords against their shields and leaving only a royal guard to defend the king. Halfway up the hill, a different tune rang out and the troops broke into a cautious jog and a steady chant: "Røn vel. Røn vel. Røn vel." A third tune near the gates signaled the charge, and the troops broke formation with a piercing "Fr dan kïn!" Most charged through the broken gates, while others scaled the ladders onto the walls.
The sun rose before the battle ended. The outlaws resisted bitterly, to the point where even the women joined the battle. Nonetheless, the Lanlanian Hostmen systematically tore into the hillfort, seizing building after building and leaving bodies in its wake. Ultimately, the central keep and Asmund's residence was torched with many inside. It was noon before the king himself entered the hillfort to review his men's work.
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 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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