Winter.
"Clear the wall" orders Tamric Drubine the field commander during a lull in the attack upon the north wall of the town of Gensa.
"Retreat" adds the young noble who is originally from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
"Yes sir" says the commander of the local garrison here in the walled town of Gensa.
Who starts calling out "Retreat!" to those defenders upon the north wall of the largest town here in the north of the city-state of Kuradum.
It's dusk, basically early evening when the call to retreat is heard across the top of Gensa's north wall.
As loyalist soldiers head quickly to the nearest set of steps, and make their way down into the town.
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by those who know him well.
Looks over, and down, and away to the right, to where the north gates are.
"Bloody useless lot" says field commander Drubine when he pulls his head back up.
"They still haven't been able to breach the gates" adds the senior officer in the armies of Farque.
"Don't worry, i deal with it" says Helbe the elven thief who suddenly appears beside Tam.
"I'll open it for them" adds the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel.
"And I'll close it behind them too" quietly continues the highly talented elven magic user.
The son and heir of a previous Knight of castle Drubine, which can be found in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin, nods his head in understanding.
Then the elven spellcaster quietly says "I'll see you later on". Before he disappears from beside the young field commander.
Tam looks to either side along the top of the wall to make sure his orders are being carried out.
And in the early evening gloom on what's been a cold and murky winter's day here in this part of northern Kuradum. He sees that his orders are being followed.
And that loyalist soldiers, both from the local garrison here in Gensa, as well as from the capital city garrison.
Are abandoning the top of the north wall, and making their way down into the town.
"Oh hell" mutters Tamric Drubine, who clearly sees two people who are by far the largest people left on top of the wall, who look to be in no hurry to abandon their position.
The young field commander punches the face of a rebel soldier who pops his head up over the top of the wall, sending the man falling backwards with a scream, off the top of the scaling ladder he's just climbed.
Tam walks along the top of the wall, and says to a trio of local soldiers who have just pushed a scaling ladder away from the wall with a polearm "Get off the wall".
Field commander Drubine adds "Down into the town now" as he continues walking along the top of the north wall of Gensa.
The three nod, and quickly head to the nearest set of steps, and hurry down them.
The young noble who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin picks up a dropped torch, before continuing along the top of the wall.
He shoves the burning torch into the face of a rebel soldier who is just about to climb up onto the top of the wall.
The enemy soldier screams as he grabs his burnt face while falling backwards off the top of the ladder he's on.
Tam drops the torch down onto the next rebel soldier climbing the ladder. That soldier in councilman Hirrye's forces falls from the ladder screaming, knocking the next soldier down, off it too.
"You might want to get those two off the wall" says Tamric Drubine the field commander as he comes to a stop.
"They're definitely not following orders" dryly adds the senior officer in the armies of Farque.
"Who?" asks Mira Reinholt the mage as he looks one way along the top of the wall, then the other way.
"Oh" sourly says the once powerful mage, who hails from the city-state of Vexil, his homeland that he's in exile from.
"Farque already gone?" asks the Vexilian spellcaster who is also a highly skilled swordmaster.
"He has" replies Tam, who follows that with "A little while ago, before i gave the order to abandon the top of the wall".
The mage, who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque nods, then says "Come on" he then adds in a slightly dry tone of voice "Better get those two idiots off the wall".
The spellcaster, who was once the most powerful mage of his generation to be found anywhere in the Southlands.
Until he was stripped of most of his powers when he went offworld through a rift/void spell that he accidentally cast a number of years ago.
Makes his way along the top of the wall with the young field commander in the armies of Farque.
As he does, Mira Reinholt who has just created a mageglobe, nonchalantly biffs it off the top of the wall.
And it lands amongst some of the enemy at the base of the wall, where it explodes.
The explosion isn't large, but it is devastating. As burning liquid fire splashes over more than thirty of the rebel soldiers, as well as a scaling ladder some of them are carrying.
"You know for two people who clearly detest one another, they sure do like to fight side by side when it suits them" says Tamric Drubine the field commander.
"Crazy likes company" dryly says Mira Reinholt the mage as they make their way along the top of the wall.
They stop just back from the two they've come to get off the north wall of Gensa, and the mage Reinholt says to them "You two, time to get off the wall".
Dorc da Orc who has just picked up an enemy soldier who has got up onto the top of the wall. And the large ork has lifted him up above his head, to throw him back from where he came from, turns and looks at the exiled Vexilian swordmaster, and the young noble from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin.
While sir Percavelle Lé Dic, who is right beside the ork warleader. And who is just cut down another rebel soldier who has topped the wall.
And is about to do an overhead swing with his sword at another enemy soldier who is about to the top of the scaling ladder against the wall.
Turns to look at the mage Reinholt and field commander Drubine.
"Huh?" grunts Dorc da Orc, while his bitter rival, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, says "Wot?".
As the two of them have no intention whatsoever of abandoning the top of the north wall of Gensa, even though they know that's part of the plan that lord Farque has devised.
Then before either the ork weaponsmith form the southern polar region of the world, and the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic start arguing.
The mage Reinholt steps forward so that he's close to them as he casts a spell.
The next moment, the bitter rivals disappear from the top of the north wall of the town of Gensa.
"The fuck" growls Dorc da Orc as he throws the enemy soldier he's holding above his head, down.
To have the rebel soldier land at his feet, onto the cobblestones of a street.
While next to the large ork, his bitter rival, the former paladin in the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che carries through with his overhead swing, only to cut thin air.
"By Narille, what is this devilry?" loudly mutters sir Percavelle Lé Dic as he looks around, wondering where the hell they are.
Dorc da Orc, or Dorkindle which is his given name. Growls as he stomps down on the back of the head of the rebel soldier lying at his feet, groaning in pain.
The warleader of the ork race after shattering apart that enemy soldier's skull, looks away to the north, and says "Killer you fucken cunt".
While next to him, his bitter rival, the large, heavily armoured knight from the kingdom of Druvic, says "That wicked mage and his evil ways".
As they find themselves down in the town of Gensa, about eighty yards from the north wall of the largest town in northern Kuradum.
The nobleborn knight sourly smiles, while the weaponsmith from the wolf tribe of orks, scowls as they can clearly see the enemy is now swarming over the top of the north wall of Gensa.
"Oi you two!" calls out a familiar voice, they look away to their right, and see Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy down the street, who calls out "This way!".
Dorkindle huffs in displeasure, while sir Percavelle Lé Dic, or Percy as he's more commonly called by the others in the group, sighs in disapproval.
Before the two of them make their way down the street to join the elven spy in the armies of Farque.
As the enemy enters the walled town of Gensa en masse as the plan of lord Farque intends them to do.
"You lot go" says Helbe the elven thief to the defenders at the north gates of Gensa.
The twenty or so loyalist soldiers take off running into the town proper.
While the young elven noble who is a member of the royal family that rules the island principality of Laerel.
Looks up towards the top of the wall, and he sees on the west side of the gates.
The enemy has truly gained a foothold, and have topped much of the wall in that direction.
With some of them even making their way down the steps, and into the town of Gensa itself.
Not so much to the east of the gates, where there's just a few pockets of the enemy who have gained the top of the wall in that direction.
The highly talented elven magic user sees why, and he casts a spell to get in contact with the reason why.
Best you get going, says Helbe the elven thief by way of a mindspeech spell he's cast.
We need them to take that half of the wall as well, continues the elven masterthief who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
Will do, replies Beldane the cleric, who after swinging his magical warhammer one more time, which knocks down a trio of the enemy in flash of white light.
He disappears from the top of the north wall, to the east of the gates where the rebel forces have yet to swarm over it.
Then as night continues to fall over northern Kuradum, the elven master assassin blurs and shields himself.
"Think they'll go for it?" quietly asks Narladene the ground pixie from the right shoulder of the young elven noble, who is the grandson of the ruling prince of Laerel.
"Let's hope they do" is the reply of the blurred and shielded elven magic user.
Who then nods his hooded head, when the naturally magical creature quietly says "Some of them will think it's a trap".
"I'll have to persuade them otherwise" quietly says the elven master archer.
Who after seeing that the enemy are now swarming over both sides of the north wall of Gensa.
Opens the north gates of the walled town. Gates that the rebel forces have struggled to smash open all afternoon, and now into the early evening.
"There you go, come on in" murmurs the grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel.
Who then floats up to the top of the north wall of Gensa. To see how the enemy forces are doing.
The blurred and shielded elven magic user as he looks straight down from the top of the wall, above the north gates of Kuradum's largest town in the north.
Watches as after a slight pause, those rebel soldiers who were just on the otherside of the gates. Rush in through them now that they're open.
The elven princeling from Laerel looks further back, and sees that more of the enemy have spotted the open gates here on the north side of Gensa.
And they too start hurrying forward so that they can enter the largest town in northern Kuradum.
The elven master assassin nods his hooded head in satisfaction as he watches the oncoming enemy this evening.
Then he slightly frowns as he spots a mounted rebel officer shouting, and waving his arms, to get the enemy soldiers to stop entering the walled town of Gensa.
"Hell" mutters Helbe the elven thief to Narladene the ground pixie.
"One of them knows it's a trap" quietly adds the elven masterthief who is the envoy for the armies of Farque.
"Can't have that" continues the highly talented elven magic user as he sees quite lot of the charging enemy, have stopped and are holding back from entering through the open gates.
Prince Helbenthril Raendril looks at the enemy officer, and goes to cast a spell upon him.
The elven practitioner of magic pauses as he thinks of something, and changes his mind, and casts another spell instead.
The elven master archer faintly smiles, for he was just about to kill that particular officer in councilman Hirrye's forces with a mindblast spell.
Instead he casts a mind control spell upon the enemy officer who is mounted on his horse, just off to the side of the road, about fifty yards from the north wall of Gensa.
The officer now starts yelling to the waiting soldiers to run into the walled town as quickly as possible.
And though some of them are confused at his sudden change in orders.
That doesn't stop them from rushing forward with their comrades, to get through the open gates as quickly as they can.
"Here we go" quietly says Narladene the ground pixie as she sits upon the right shoulder of the blurred and shielded elven magic user.
"Indeed, here we go" quietly says the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel as they watch the enemy forces rush in through the north gate of the large, walled town of Gensa.
Into a town, that over the last few days, has been set up as deadly trap for councilman Hirrye's army, here in the north of the city-state of Kuradum . . . . . .
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