To War 92.

Summer. The Kingdom Of Melaurn.

The allies to the king and crown of Melaurn attacking the east wall of castle Measum change tactics later in the evening.
When previously they concentrated their attack upon the southern half of the east wall, and the gates in the middle of the wall.
They're now more spread out, attacking along the entire length of the east wall of the large castle.
And granted, the east wall of castle Measum isn't particularly long. It's still long enough, that those few defending it, are stretched thin as they continue to repel the enemy who have come down from the province of Moleau, into northern Corlinda.
The enemy on this side of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local nobleman, lord Measum.
Have got their battering ram to the gates, and even hit the gates a number of times.
Now the the heavy wooden long, with a sharpened fire harden point at one end.
Lies on the road, right infront of the east wall gates of the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
Lying around it, and under it in one instance. Are the dead and injured enemy soldiers who eventually got the battering ram to the gates.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic quickly suggested that they drop a leather sack of naphtha down on it, and set it alight.
Thinking that even his bitter rival Dorc da Orc would probably like that idea.
As he's learnt over the years that the large ork likes setting things and people on fire.
But the ork warleader, and Shur Kee the monk put a stop to that idea.
For setting the battering ram on fire, as it lies right up against the gates. Would certainly set the gates on fire too. Something they definitely want to avoid. As they'll be doing the enemy's work for them.
Besides the ork general is of the opinion the battering ram where it lies at the moment.
Is the perfect thing to draw as many of the enemy to one spot.
Which is what's happening now. Though the rest of the enemy, who are mainly from the provinces of Mofosild, Moleau and Olind.
Are spreading out way more than what they've have been doing earlier in the night, in their attack upon the east wall of castle Measum.
Scaling ladders are being carried, and put up along both the southern and northern half of the large castle's east wall.
Making the job of the already hard pressed defenders on the parapet, that much more difficult as the night wears on, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda. In the area of the province the locals call, The Corlinda Corner.
As he watches a number of the enemy soldiers getting ready to run forward along the narrow road, to get the battering ram that's on the ground right infront of the gates on this side of the large castle.
Dorc da Orc out of the corner of his left eye, sees another scaling ladder go up against the northern half of the east wall of castle Measum.
The large ork turns to the handful of goblin soldiers here above the gates with him.
"You Cuntface" says Dorc da Orc pointing at one of the goblins.
"And you two as well" adds the ork warleader pointing at two more of the goblins.
The ork weaponsmith gestures along the parapet, to the left of them, and says "You three cunts go and help them that fucken way".
"Yes general" say the trio of goblins the large ork has indicated.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world, grunts as they hurry away to help those defending the northern half of the east wall of the large castle that's been the home to the Measum family for centuries.
The large ork who is a general in the armies of Farque looks around and spots his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic standing nearby.
Like the warleader of the ork race, the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic.
Is the only other one on the parapet of the east wall of castle Measum thud, not to get behind a merlon, or to crouch behind cover.
"Cunt" growls the ork warleader at his bitter rival, the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic.
With a sour look upon his face, sir Percavelle Lé Dic looks at the large ork, and says "What you filthy beast?".
The weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks waves a big, meaty, skillet sized hand in the direction the trio of goblins he sent along the parapet, and says "Go with them cunts" followed by "They gonna fucken need help".
The large heavily armoured knight looks in the direction the three goblins are going.
He thinks about it for a moment, then without saying another word to his bitter rival, the ork general.
The former paladin heads after the trio of goblins, following them along the northern half of the east wall of castle Measum.
"Fall off the fucken wall ya cunt" Dorc da Orc mutters to himself as his bitter rival the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic walks away.
"Get shot in the eye, you disgusting smelling animal" sir Percavelle Lé Dic murmurs to himself as he walks along the parapet.
The former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in the east of his homeland, the kingdom of Druvic.
Slaps close the visor of his full helm as he walks along the northern half of the east wall of the large castle.
While Dorc da Orc or Dorkindle which is his given name, goes back to watching the enemy. And sees a bunch of them come running down the narrow road towards the gates, and their battering ram.
As the nearby small catapult here upon the top of the east wall of castle Measum flings a basket full of rocks at the enemy.
The son of the previous matriarch of the wolf tribe of orks. His mother, who he killed in a fight. Which was only fair, as she was doing her best to kill him at the time.
Is standing next to a pile of rocks and bits of masonry used by the defenders to drop upon the enemy who get to the east wall of the large castle that's the ancestral home of the local lord here in The Corlinda Corner, lord Measum.
He picks up a fairly decent sized rock, and as an enemy soldier goes down down an arrow shot by the local archer next to the merlon to the large ork's right.
The big, burly ork from the southern polar region of the world biffs the rock he's picked up.
One of the enemy soldiers, who are allies to the king and crown of Melaurn.
Head shatters apart, when the rock thrown by the ork warleader hits him square in the face.
As the body hits the ground, and the enemy soldier directly behind him, trips over the headless body.
The ork warleader who is a general in the armies of Farque, picks up another rock from the pile he's next to, and looks for another of the enemy soldiers to throw it at.
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic or Percy as he's more commonly called by those who him well.
Sees that two of the goblins he's following, stop and help another two goblins who are trying to push the top of a scaling ladder away from the forty foot tall east wall of castle Measum.
While the third goblin hurries along the parapet, where a lone soldier from the local garrison here in the large castle.
Has just shoved an enemy soldier off the top of the wall, where he's just climbed another scaling ladder that's up against the east wall of castle Measum.
"There you go chaps" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic who grabs the end of one of the two polearms the four goblins are using to shove away the scaling ladder.
And gives a good push of it, as he doesn't even stop, as he walks by, behind them.
The goblins shout and yell in their own language, as the extra push from the nobleborn knight is enough to get the top of the scaling ladder moving.
Giving it enough momentum to slowly start moving away from the face of the forty foot tall wall, as a pair of enemy soldiers are climbing it.
Meanwhile the heavily armoured knight, who is a member of the order of The Knights of Saint Mar-che.
Takes his pick hammer from his waist belt, as he sees another of the enemy has topped the wall, followed by another.
Setting upon the lone soldier from the local garrison here in castle Measum who is trying to push that particular scaling ladder away from the east wall of the large castle.
The other goblin that Percy is following runs at the two enemy soldiers, who serve in the army of a nobleman from the province of Olind.
The goblin being a goblin, trips as he runs. He goes tumbling along the parapet. To crash into the legs of one of the enemy soldiers, who have just cut down the local soldier.
Just as a third soldier from the province of Olind gets to the top of the scaling ladder, and jumps down onto the parapet.
The soldier the goblin crashed into, swears and yells as he tries to get up.
And the goblin, who is half dazed, tries to stand up as well. The two other soldiers from the province of Olind go to attack the prone goblin.
Before they're able to, the former paladin is upon them.
"Take that" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he swings his weapon, with the pick side of the hammer head, slamming down into the top of the head of one of the enemy soldiers.
With his left gauntleted hand, the large heavily armoured knight grabs the blade of the other enemy soldier's sword.
And shoves it into the guts of the third one, who has just got to his feet after being knocked down by the goblin who tripped over.
Then the former earl of Lé Dic rips the pick hammer out of the top of the enemy soldier's skull he's just killed.
And as that body drops to the parapet. The large heavily armoured knight swings his weapon to the left.
The hammer side of the head, smashes into the face of the enemy soldier. Who is standing there, in disbelief, holding his own sword, that's in the guts of his fellow soldier. Who has a look of pain and astonishment upon his face.
The side of the enemy soldier's head shatters apart, tearing off half of his face in the process.
He drops dead to the parapet, and the remaining soldier is left standing, there, still with a shortsword in his stomach.
He doesn't stand for long, as he groans and drops to his knees, before falling over onto to his side.
"Take that you villain" declares sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he kicks the enemy soldier who has just fallen down, into the side of the head, with a steel boot. Killing the man from the province of Olind instantly.
"Come on you little green fellow, up you get" says the nobleman from the kingdom of Druvic, who helps the goblin to his feet.
"Thanks sir knight" says the half dazed goblin, who then nods when the former paladin nods his full helm away to their left, where a polearm lies, and tells him "Be a good chap and get that, wot".
Then the member of the order of the Knights of Sanit Mar-che turns and with his right gauntleted hand after tossing his pick hammer to his left hand.
Punches an enemy soldier right in the face after he pops his head up over the top of the wall.
The enemy soldier howls in pain, and clutches at his bloody and shattered face, before falling backwards off the scaling ladder he's just climbed to the top of.
As he falls, he knocks off the next soldier from the province of Olind who is climbing the scaling ladder.
And the two of them, before they hit the ground one after the other. Barely miss the third soldier serving in a nobleman's army who is loyal to the king and crown of Melaurn, who has just started climbing the scaling ladder.
"Good chap" says sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who does have to hop back, as the goblin swings around the polearm he's just picked up.
The former paladin grabs it before the goblin soldier can accidentally hit him.
Then the Druvician nobleman, and the still half dazed goblin soldier serving in the armies of Farque.
Use the polearm to start pushing the top of the scaling ladder away from the east wall of castle Measum.
On what's a relatively cool summer night, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda. In the area of the province the locals call The Corlinda Corner.
After a biffing another rock at the enemy running along the narrow road towards the east gates of the large castle, that's been the home to the Measum family for generations.
Dorc da Orc scowls as he sees a number of them have made it to the battering ram, and are trying to lift it up.
At the moment there's not enough for them to do so. But it won't be long before they'll be able to pick it up and use it upon the gates, here on the east wall of the largest castle in all of southern Melaurn.
Dorkindle picks up an arm full of rocks and broken bits of masonry. And drops it over the side of the wall. Raining it down upon some of those trying to lift up the battering ram.
One is killed instantly, while two others are fatally injured by the falling rocks. And one other drops to the ground with a shattered shoulder.
And tries to crawl away, until a crossbow bolt shot by a local soldier from the garrison here in castle Measum, slams into the small of his back.
"Hmmmm" murmurs the ork warleader as more of the enemy rush to get the battering ram, to try and pick it up, and use it on the gates.
Then a wide grin suddenly appears on the broad, green, brutish looking face of the ork warleader as he thinks of something.
"Get some" says the ork weaponsmith who chuckles to himself.
Before he turns around, drops his pants, then hops up onto the wall between the two merlons above the gates here in the east wall of castle Measum.
He scoots his ass backward and out over the edge of the wall, and because he's an ork, and it comes rather easily to him, he proceeds to take a shit. A long, wet, splattering shit. Which is fairly typical for the large ork.
As the brown rain falls upon some of those trying to pick up the battering ram, and of course on the battering ram as well.
The big, burly ork from the frozen bottom of the world is cracking up laughing as he continues to shit.
The ork general doesn't even stop shitting when an enemy arrow thuds into his back, which he barely feels.
He's too busy taking a crap on those below, who are throwing up from the putrid excrement that falls upon them. Those not throwing up, are running away. Getting clear of the disgusting smelling shit that's falling upon the battering ram infront of the gates in the east wall of castle Measum.
On what's a fairly cool summer night, here in the northeast of the province of Corlinda in the south of the kingdom of Melaurn . . . . . .