To War 81.

Summer. The Kingdom Of Melaurn.

The bombardment begins just after nightfall. When Tovis the war engineer gives the order to his chief range finder Gamedé.
One goes off, so does a second, and a third catapult launch their loads over the west wall of castle Measum.
And though the rocks, and barrels of burning pitch and naphtha doesn't reach the enemy camp.
And instead lands amongst the enemy soldiers who are on duty watching the large castle.
The pair of trebuchets, launching large boulders, easily reach the camp the enemy have set up.
Smashing into tents, wagons and people alike. Hitting both soldiers and camp followers.
Enemy soldiers scatter, especially those close to the large castle, here on the west side of lord Measum's ancestral home.
They don't have any heavy weaponry of their own to retaliate with. As they've brought the equipment and materials with them.
But they've yet to assemble them. Infact, they haven't even begun assembling their catapults.
As the last of their heavy wagons only arrived just before sunset, on what was a warm and sunny summer's day.
Here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda. The area close to where the three provinces of Moleau, Mofosild and Corlinda border one another. Which the locals call the Corlinda Corner.
On the south wall of the large castle. A pair of elven rangers, standing a couple of merlons apart. Draw their longbows, and let the arrows to them fly.
The yard long shafts slams into a pair of enemy soldiers sitting around a fire, a couple hundred feet from the south wall of castle Measum.
Two more arrows quickly follow from the elven rangers longbows. Striking the two remaining soldiers from the province of Moleau, who are sitting around the fire they've made.
Further along the south wall parapet, a half a dozen goblins with crossbows, shoot off the bolts they have in their weapons.
A trio of enemy soldiers, who have got close to the moat. And are walking alongside it.
Trying to use the cover of darkness to see the water level in the moat that joins a river away to the south.
Drop to the ground riddled by the crossbow bolts. Which to the surprise of the goblins all of them actually hit.
As they, along with the nearby elven rangers as well as others on the south wall parapet.
Shoot at the enemy, who have come from the province of Olind, as well as the provinces of Moleau, and Mofosild.
Who are fighting on the side of the crown and king of Melaurn. Against lord Gormica of Salmah Forest.
Who those within castle Measum, including those from a significant force in the first army of Farque. Are fighting on behalf of.
The battlements of the large castle, on all four walls are in darkness. As those on them, don't need light to see by. No torches are lit so the enemy can't really see what's going on along the large castle's parapets.
On the north wall of lord Measum's ancestral home. Teabagger the Goblin Cunt. The commander of the battalion of goblins in the armies of Farque.
Continues on his way along the parapet towards the northwest corner tower.
The goblin commander who is followed by one of his officers, Dickhead Thirty Something.
Has just spoken to some of the battalion, who have been assigned to duty along the top of the north wall.
Telling them not to shoot at the enemy unless they get closer to the castle walls.
As the enemy army, who are predominantly from the province of Olind.
Have put a number of their men all around the large castle, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda. One of two provinces, that until recently, were at war with one another. As they disputed the border between Corlinda and the province of Karricaw.
Though the vast majority of them are around on the west side of Measum Castle, where their camp is located.
While very few are on the east side of the large castle. As the ground their is quite rocky, and comes up a hill. That a narrow road goes up to the gate on that side of lord Measum's ancestral home.
The goblin commander Teabagger, and the newly prompted officer Dickhead. Who is more commonly called Thirty Something by the others in the battalion.
Look away to their left as they walk along the parapet of the north wall of the castle.
Where down in the castle itself, in the distance in the open ground towards the south wall.
The thrum and creak of a trebuchet can be heard, as it launches a large boulder.
Which sails up and over the twenty five foot tall west wall with ease. As it sails through the night sky, and eventually lands in the enemy camp with a thud.
The goblin commander who hails from here in the kingdom of Melaurn. The northern province of Sorros to be exact, not all that far from the lands Farque.
Can't see the large boulder land within the enemy camp. Nor can Dickhead Thirty Something.
But both goblins could definitely hear it, as it landed with an echoing thud.
Which they could hear with their naturally enhanced hearing, easily enough. Even from up here, on the parapet of the north wall of the local nobleman's castle.
They continue on their way along the top of the north of Measum Castle, the only really straight wall the castle has.
They reach the northwest tower, and enter the tower room, where a few of the human soldiers in the first army of Farque. Are waiting with a squad of lord Measum's guards.
They part for the two goblins, who walk through the tower room, and go out the other door, and make their way onto the west wall.
Teabagger the Goblin Cunt and Dickhead Thirty Something make their way along the top of the west wall of the large castle. The longest wall that castle Measum has by far.
They head along the parapet, occasionally passing some of their battalion. As most of the goblins are here on top of the west wall.
The two of them head along the parapet of the wall, that curves outwards a bit, before curving inwards to join the south wall at the tower on the southwest corner of lord Measum's ancestral home.
The goblin commander and the newly appointed officer, make it to halfway along the battlements.
Above the main gates of the large castle. Where a number of people are observing the attack upon the enemy army who have laid siege upon the local nobleman's castle.
"They're not really doing anything around on the other walls captain" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt.
Nodding his head, Tovis the war engineer says "As to be expected".
The young engineer originally from the kingdom of Druvic, who is a commanding officer in the armies of Farque. A captain in the first army's engineering corp.
Who finds himself in charge of the defense of lord Measum's ancestral home.
Nods down to the enemy to the west of the large castle, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda, and says "Unlike here" followed by "Where they're in a bit of turmoil".
Tovis who with the aid of the light of two of the three moons that are up in the night sky tonight.
Can see what's happening close to the west wall of Castle Measum. Where the enemy soldiers who were on night duty, are scattering after the bombardment began.
The war engineer, who previously served in the army of a baron Harkonin, in the east of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
Occasionally catches glimpses of what's happening further back, in the camp the enemy have set up.
More so now, as tents, wagons and carts are set on fire. As a couple of large boulders smothered in pitch and naphtha are set alight, and flung from the two trebuchets to land in the enemy campsite.
The captain in the engineering corp of the first army of Farque glances away to his left.
Where Dorc da Orc stands chuckling, as number of the enemy in their camp have been set on fire from burning naphtha that's be flung in all directions.
After the burning boulders landed within the camp the enemy has set up on the flat, even ground.
A few hundred feet out from the southern half of the west wall of Measum Castle.
Not far from the large ork, his bitter rival sir Percavelle Lé Dic is sniggering as he watches the burning people running around in a panic.
"The cunts always fucken runs when they burn" says Dorc da Orc between chuckles. "The fucken use-a-less cunts" adds the ork warleader.
Who is about to continue on, but is interrupted by the subaltern, Heinë the sorceress, who says "Spell incoming".
Then they see a fireball come from near the enemy camp, heading straight for the top of the west wall of the large castle.
Heading to above the gates, where they're watching the bombardment upon the enemy who are fighting on behalf of the crown and king of Melaurn.
They all duck beneath the battlements, including Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Who wait until the last moment to duck down beneath the merlons the two of them are standing behind.
As liquid fire splatters across the top of the battlements above the gates in the west wall of the ancestral home of lord Measum.
Heinë the sorceress looks at Tovis the war engineer, and in the elven language asks him "You want me to retaliate captain?".
The young engineer who hails from the kingdom of Druvic, shakes his head, and says "No" followed by "Keep protecting the gates".
The attractive young woman who hails from the Summer Palace in the lands Farque wryly smiles, and nods her head.
Tovis who is of the opinion the enemy spellcasters should attack the main gates of the castle, which they're yet to do.
Looks to his right, to where Shur Kee the monk is crouching down behind a merlon, as the liquid fire from the fireball an enemy spellcaster has cast, burns itself out.
"Shur Kee did you see where that fireball came from?" asks the war engineer in the common language.
"I did friend Tovis" is the calm reply of Shur Kee the monk while he kneels down behind the next merlon along.
"Think you can get who just cast that?" asks the captain in armies of Farque, who commands the engineering corp of the first army of Farque.
"I shall endeavour to try" says the short, statured monk who is from the far east coast of the continent, where his homeland the kingdom of Wah Lee is located.
The acolyte in the philosophical order of Bru Li gets up, and walks southwards a bit along the parapet.
Going by Dorc da Orc, who has stood back up, and just thrown a longspear a couple hundred feet.
That skewers an enemy officer, who is calling out orders, yelling at those close to the moat on this side of the large castle to fall back.
The physical adept walks by sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who glances sideways at the short, statured monk who even at night on this mild summer's evening, wears his odd conical shaped hat.
The nobleborn knight originally from the kingdom of Druvic quickly steps closer to his bitter rival, Dorc da Orc.
As he sees Shur Kee the monk take hold of the jade pendant on the fine silver chain he wears around his neck.
The large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque scowls as he sees his bitter rival step this way.
Then the ork weaponsmith sees Shur Kee, and sees what the short, statured monk is doing.
"Krom" mutters the big, burly ork who is from the southern polar region of the world.
"He gonna start yelling all that fucken brewing shit ain't he?" adds the large ork in a tone of disgust mixed with a bit of caution.
As Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is his given name. Along with his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
Have been around Shur Kee the monk long enough, to know what he's about to do.
Infact the nobleman originally from the kingdom of Druvic, in the past has been on the receiving end of what the physical adept is about to do. And was lucky enough to survive that encounter.
The warleader of the ork race watches the acolyte in the order of Bru Li, who briefly closes his eyes.
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks then looks at the enemy, and when the short, statured monk opens his eyes, Dorkindle tells him "See that fucken tent burning?" followed by "Infront of that fucken burn-ed up wagon".
The physical adept, who is in trance like state, nods his head yes, and says "I do".
"That magicky cunt is there" says the ork who is a general in the armies of Farque.
The monk who is the living incarnation of the Jade Warrior Bru Li, nods his head.
Then Shur Kee stands slightly side on in a fighting stance, putting his hands down by his side, at his right hip.
"Narille" mutters sir Percavelle Lé Dic who takes another quick step away from the short, statured monk.
Next to the heavily armoured knight, his bitter enemy the ork warleader unconsciously takes another step away from the physical adept too.
Who suddenly thrusts his arms out and forward of himself, hands open, and fingers extended as he shouts "Bru Li spirit!".
As a ball, about seven foot wide, white, almost translucent in colour goes shooting off from the battlements towards the enemy camp.
Dorc da Orc dryly says "That cunt is dead". Next to him, his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who doesn't agree with him about much. Nods in agreement with the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world.
As they, and the others along the top of the west wall of Measum Castle watch the ball of white light, that isn't magical in anyway streak through the night.
Heading straight for a spellcaster within the enemy camp that's being bombarded by those defending the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum . . . . . .