To War 100.

Summer. The Province Of Corlinda.

Sir Percavelle Lé Dic grunts as he lifts the heavy rock up onto the top of the wall.
The nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic pushes it forward, tipping it over the edge of the wall.
It drops and smashes straight down upon the head of enemy soldier on a raft below.
The soldier from the province of Moleau's head practically explodes. And his headless body drops over the side of the raft.
Meanwhile the large rock smashes into the legs of another soldier from the same province, breaking his legs.
Before the rock crashes down through the raft, sending water up through the newly made hole in a rush .
Soldiers from the province of Moleau jump off the rapidly sinking raft. And end up in the water, like a lot of the others who are attacking the west side of castle Measum.
"Drats" loudly mutters sir Percavelle Lé Dic as his head is rocked back when an enemy arrow hits him square in the helm, careening off it.
The former paladin scowls as he looks across to the bank on the otherside of the moat.
And wonders which of the enemy archers just shot him.
Then the nobleman, who hails from the kingdom of Druvic, looks away to his left, when he hears a voice say "Sir knight, a bit of help please".
"Righto little chap, i the great sir Percavelle is on his way" declares the heavily armoured knight in his overly loud voice.
The member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che makes his way to where a pair in the goblin battalion are trying to push away a scaling ladder with a polearm they've got.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic, leans forward over the top of the wall.
And with his right gauntleted fist. Punches the face of the enemy soldier who has just got to the top of the scaling ladder.
After the enemy soldier screams as he falls, before hitting the water.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who know him well. Specifically by those in the group who travel with lord Farque.
Grabs the end of the polearm, and puts it to the top of the scaling ladder the enemy have put up against this section of the west wall of the large castle, that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
Then he helps the two goblins, one quite fat. A bit of a rarity for a goblin. To push the scaling ladder away.
"That's it you little green chaps" says Percy who continues with "Push it away" followed by "Wot".
They push the ladder away far enough, that momentum takes it's course. And it falls backwards across the moat.
With the two of the enemy falling off it, yelling as they drop to the water below.
With one of them crashing down onto another soldier already in the water. Knocking out that one, sending him beneath the waist high water in this part of the moat.
"Well done chaps" states the former paladin, who then adds "Drats".
As once again, he's hit in his full helm by an enemy arrow, from an archer across on the otherside of the moat.
This one skimmed off the side of his helm, nevertheless it rocked his head to one side.
The Druvician nobleman, who isn't actually in any company or battalion in the armies of Farque.
He's just a member of the group that travels around with the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Looks away to his left, where beyond the next merlon along, is a local bowman from the garrison here at castle Measum.
The heavily armoured knight sourly smiles as the local soldier with the bow, doesn't seem to be particularly good.
As he's taking his time between shots, and from what sir Percavelle can tell.
He hasn't hit a single enemy archer or crossbowman on the bank on the otherside of the moat.
Instead he's shooting at the easier targets, down in the water, or on the moat.
As the army loyal to the crown and king of Melaurn. Predominantly made up of soldiers from the provinces of Moleau, Mofosild and Olind.
Continue their full out attack upon the west wall of the large castle that's been the ancestral home of lord Measum's family fire centuries.
"Oi you with the bow" says the knight who is both ordered and landed.
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvician continues with "Shoot those buggers across on the otherside of the moat, wot".
Percy follows that with "Their archers and the like, not that lot in the water".
The two goblins with the heavily armoured knight, heartily agree with him.
As they're constantly having to keep low, so that they don't get hit by random arrows and bolts shot by the enemy that come their way.
The local bowman glances the former earl of Lé Dic's way. Then totally ignores him, and draws his bow back, then lets the arrow fly.
Shooting at another of the enemy down in the moat that runs along the west side of the large castle, that's been the home of lord Measum's family for centuries.
The member of the order of the Knights of Sanit Mar-che sourly smiles behind the faceplate of his full helm.
As he isn't accustomed to being ignored like that.
Then the former paladin chuckles as the local bowman stumbles backwards clutching at enemy arrow that's hit him in throat.
The local man from the garrison here in castle Measum, reaches out to Percy, imploring the heavily armoured knight to help him in some way.
Then the local bowman steps off the back of the parapet without meaning to.
And he falls to his death, hitting the ground thirty feet below, face first.
After a moment's silence, the former earl of Lé Dic says in a magnanimous tone of voice "Awfully tragic, wot".
Followed by "Me thinks, he should've of done what old Percy told him to".
Both goblins with the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, nod in agreement with him.
Then they turn, as does sir Percavelle and they watch a Farqian ranger walk up the nearest set of steps to the top of the west wall of castle Measum.
He nods in greeting to the heavily armoured knight and the two goblins. Then stands where the local bowman was just standing. The ranger takes a shaft from his quiver, and puts it to his longbow. Then draws the weapon back, and without a pause, lets the arrow to it fly.
Two more arrows quickly follow from the longbow of the Farqian ranger. Who then turns, nods to the former paladin and the two goblins who are watching him.
Then he heads to the steps, and makes his way back down them without saying a single word to the trio who was watching him.
"Huh?" says the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, who shares a look with the two goblins.
Before all three of them look across the moat at the enemy. And they see a few of the enemy archers dead on the otherside of the water.
As not a single arrow is flying towards this section of the west wall of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
"Not very talkative, was he?" says the former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of the kingdom of Druvic.
"He wasn't, sir knight" says one of the goblins. While the other one looks further south along the parapet.
And he spots the same Farqian ranger walking calmly up another set of steps on the long wall.
And once he's on the parapet again, he quickly shoots off a few arrows. Before heading back down the set of steps he just used.
The goblin shakes his head, then he and his battalion mate, turn quickly around, as they hear someone familiar approaching.
The member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che is just about to say something to the two goblins.
When they suddenly turn away from him, and look back northwards along the wall. Back in the direction of where the gates are located.
As the three of them, are on the southern half of the long wall, that's on the west side of Measum Castle.
Percy looks that way too, and scowls when he spots who is walking this way along the parapet of the wall.
Some of the defenders have to get out of the way, as the large green figure walks south along the west wall. Growling at anyone who is too slow to get out of his way.
Behind the faceplate of his full headed helm, the former paladin sourly smiles as he sees all the enemy arrows and crossbow bolts flying at the large, green, hulking figure walking this way along the top of the parapet.
As the trebuchet behind this half of the west wall, launches a load, flinging it short range for the massive war machine. As nearly all of the enemy army is either in or on the moat. Or they're gathered on the bank on the otherside of the water.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic shakes his head as his bitter rival, the ork warleader, Dorc da Orc walks towards him and the two goblins.
Stopping along the top of the wall, and with little or no enemy arrows and bolts flying his way on this section of the west wall of castle Measum.
Dorc da Orc says to two of the goblins in the battalion "Stop fucken around".
The large ork gestures at the nearby pile of rocks and bits of broken masonry, and he adds "Drop some of that shit down on them cunts".
"Yes boss, er general" says one of the goblins, a rather fat one, something of a rarity amongst goblins.
Who the ork warleader is pretty sure he named Fat Cunt, or something similar.
While the other goblin quickly nods, before the two of them hurry over to the piles of rocks after they share a quick look with the large, heavily armoured knight standing behind them.
Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, curls his upper lip in disgust as he looks at his bitter rival, the former paladin, sir Percavelle Lé Dic.
The big, burly ork puts a hand on the hilt of one his throwing axes as he stares at the nobleborn knight.
In response, the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic puts a gauntleted hand upon the hilt of the magical Sword of Knockdown, that's on his belt.
As the bitter rivals stand there on top of a section of the west wall of the large castle, staring at one another as the attack upon this side of castle Measum rages on.
The stand off between the big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, and the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic.
Is only broken when a voice speaks up from behind the ork weaponsmith.
"General" says Teabagger the Goblin Cunt, who then nods to the former paladin as he adds "Sir knight".
The small, bright lurid green goblin who is the commander of the goblin battalion in the armies of Farque, continues with "General we have to continue on".
Gesturing to further south along the top of the wall, the goblin commander says "The fighting is still heavy that way boss, er general".
After a few more moments where he's staring at his bitter rival, the ork general in the armies of Farque grunts, then nods in reply to Teabagger.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world then says to the goblin commander and Dickhead Thirty Something who are behind him "Come on cunts".
The warleader of the ork race sets off again, not taking his right hand off his throwing axe as he walks by his bitter rival, the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic.
For his part, the nobleborn knight doesn't take his gauntleted hand of the Sword of Knockdown as his bitter rival walks by.
The former paladin doesn't even see Teabagger the Goblin Cunt and Dickhead Thirty Something nod to him.
The heavily armoured knight has his eyes firmly upon the large ork who he's had a years long rivalry with.
Watching his bitter rival walk away, sir Percavelle Lé Dic scowls, then he narrows his eyelids as he thinks of something.
The Druvician nobleman slightly nods, then he hurries over to the two goblins who are trying to lift up a heavy rock from the nearby pile.
"There you go chaps" says the member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che as he helps the two goblins lift up the heavy rock to the top of the wall between two of the merlons.
The former earl of Lé Dic takes a quick look over the edge of the wall. Then he grunts as he slides the heavy rock forward, pushing it off the top of the wall.
It crashes down into the middle of a raft that's just been poled to the wall.
Enemy soldiers jump off it, as the raft starts to quickly sink now that there's a rather large hole in it.
"Drats" mutters Percy after his head is rocked back again when an arrow hits him in the full helm.
The nobleborn knight scowls at those across the moat from this section of the wall, and he spots there's an enemy archer over there again.
The former paladin then looks down at the two goblins, and says to them "Right chaps, you two come along with me" followed by "Wot".
The nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic then looks away to their right and calls out "You lot there, some of you get yourselves over here, wot" he then adds "Protect between these merlons".
As a few of the local soldiers from the garrison here in castle Measum, make their way over.
The former paladin says to the two goblins "Tally ho chaps, come along".
Then sir Percavelle Lé Dic turns and starts walking south along the parapet, heading in the direction his bitter rival, Dorc da Orc has gone.
Behind the large, heavily armoured knight, the two goblins share a look. Then they follow after the former earl of Lé Dic as he walks southwards along the parapet of the west wall of castle Measum.
On this warm and sunny summer day, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda, in the area known to the locals as The Corlinda Corner . . . . . .