Winter.
Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit is talking to Saanea the witch, looking along the top of the wall, to where Tamric Drubine the field commander and some of the others are near one of the catapults.
When he suddenly sees a slight shimmer in the air not all that faraway from where he's standing.
Saanea the witch who is infront of him, suddenly says "Rift".
And spins around to where the magical doorway is forming, just thirty feet from them.
"Oh by the tundra gods, hell" mutters Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit, who inexplicably speaks in the hordes dialect of the southern tundra as he realises what's happening.
"Can you get rid of it?" quickly asks the halfling former air sailor who has switched to the common language.
"Unfortunately no, if i hit it with any magical energy it will explode and blow us up in the process" is the reply of the pretty looking spellcaster from the Maldin Hills.
"It's on the otherside" adds the witch referring to the opening of the rift.
"Back up" orders the hobbit who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque.
As he realises that although the opening is on the otherside from them.
The top of the south wall is far wider than the rift itself, and that whoever comes out of it. Presumably the rebel soldiers in councilman Hirrye's army.
They can run around it, and come in this direction as easily as they can go the other way. Or down the set of steps that the rift is right next to.
The hobbit who hails from the Sultanate of Dreese, which lies on the far east coast of the continent.
Looks back, and sees Lisell Maera the scout with loaded crossbow in hand, and Zam the ex mercenary backing up.
"Bloody hell" mutters the halfling who isn't what he appears to be as he almost trips up over something, more precisely someone.
It's Shur Kee the monk, who is still sitting there, eyes closed, back to one of the crenalations, oblivious to all around him.
The hobbit who is really a hordes outrider from the southern tundra by the name of Zubutai Timaginson, who just happens to find himself inhabiting the body of Jarjin Littlefoot.
Rolls his eyes as he looks at the state of the short statured monk, who without a care in the world. Is indifferent to the battle they're in the midst of.
Then the halfling who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque who heard screaming from around the otherside of the rift.
Sourly smiles as he clearly hears Dorc da Orc roar. And figures the large ork has done something predictably violent.
"Lis, Zam see if you can get him up" says Jarjin aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman with a nod of his head at the acolyte in the monastic order of Bru Li.
Then the hobbit, who was previously an air sailor, who served in the air fleet of the Sultan of Dreese.
Shares a look with the witch from the Maldin Hills when they clearly hear a squealing yelp of "Fuck" from Dorc da Orc.
Followed by what sounds like the large ork hitting a number of bodies.
"Poor bastards" mutters councilor Littlefoot who has some sympathy for the enemy who happen to find themselves facing the ork warleader.
Who would be an absolute nightmare if he's the first thing you see if you came running out of a rift.
Then as Jarjin aka Zubutai Timaginson sees enemy soldiers running down the nearby steps, presumably to get to the middle of the three gates in the south wall of the city of Kuradum.
And behind him, Lisell Maera the scout and Zam the ex mercenary, are trying to lift up Shur Kee the monk, to get him to at least stand.
The halfling from the far east coast of the continent, sees a number of the rebel soldiers in councilman Hirrye's army, who have come through the rift.
Have turned, and gone around it, and are coming this way, rushing towards him and the others, who are the first of the defenders in this direction, along this stretch of the wall.
The hobbit former air sailor, lifts up the traditional black hordes cloth he wears loosely around his neck, and quickly wraps it around the lower half of his face and head, just below the bridge of his nose.
Jarjin aka Zubutai the son of Timagin draws one of his long daggers as the first of the enemy runs at him and Saanea the witch.
The halfling grunts as the first enemy soldier gets to about a yard infront of them, suddenly fall backwards on his ass, looking completely dazed.
It happens to another of the soldiers in councilman Hirrye's rebel army.
Councilor Littlefoot looks quickly at the pretty looking witch and nods in understanding when she quickly tells him "That won't last forever".
After another of the rebel soldiers falls backwards completely dazed, the spellcaster from the Maldin Hills, adds "Especially if they keep on doing that".
After the fourth enemy soldier in a row, falls backwards, completely dazed.
Another of them realises that there's a barrier spell across the width of the top of the wall right here.
So he jumps up onto the lower part between the two crenalations to the side.
Hoping that the barrier spell doesn't extend up and along the crenalation, it doesn't.
But he doesn't get the chance to find out. For as he takes a step up from the lower section to the crenalation.
He's hit in the side of the neck by an arrow, accidentally shot from the bow of one of his fellow rebel soldiers.
Who is down across the river, with the bulk of the self proclaimed duke of Kuradum's southern army.
It's then that rebel army trying to storm the south wall of the capital city of Kuradum.
Realise what's happening up on the top of the city's south wall. And that there's fellow rebel soldiers up on the wall above them.
Many of them start cheering, yelling and hollering in encouragement to their fellow rebels who are on capital city's south wall.
And it spurs them on more, to cross the river, and try and get to the top of the wall themselves.
Or to some how get the gates open, along this stretch of south wall of the city of Kuradum.
As another of the enemy soldiers runs face first into the barrier spell that Saanea the witch has put up, and falls backwards on his rear end.
Lisell Maera or Lis as she's more commonly called by the others in the group.
Briefly stops trying to get Shur Kee the monk to stand up. And she lifts up her loaded crossbow, and leans to one side, and lays it on the crenalation next to them.
The attractive young woman who hails from the coastal city-state of Brattonbury, shoots off the bolt in her weapon.
It slams into the gut of another of the enemy soldiers trying to climb up onto the same crenalation.
He falls off the top of the wall, clutching his stomach, screaming in pain, until he hits the water below.
On this cold, but sunny and clear winter's morning, here in the city of Kuradum.
As the attractive young woman who is a scout in the armies of Farque hurriedly reloads her quick loading crossbow.
Another of the enemy soldiers has jumped up onto the low section between the crenalations.
And before Lisell Maera can reload her weapon, the rebel soldier hops up onto the crenalation and runs along it.
He only takes two steps before he runs smack dab into the barrier spell that Saanea the witch has just extended up onto the crenalation.
The rebel soldier yelps in fright as he staggers backwards, and off balance, he falls from the top of the wall.
And screams as he drops to the surface of the river that runs along the south side of the city.
As some of the enemy soldiers who know what to do when you encounter a magical ward, in particular a barrier spell.
Start hitting it with their weapons, those with blunt weapons being more effective than those with a bladed weapon.
Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit, who has just yelled out to other defenders along the top of the wall "Get over here!".
Quickly looks away to the right, to across the square behind the gates along this stretch of the city's south wall.
There he spots Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy with Tovis the war engineer, next to one of the two trebuchets over there.
The halfling who is a member of lord Farque's personal council sees the spy Tanith shoot an arrow from his bow.
That goes across the square, and hits an enemy soldier hurrying down the nearby steps.
While behind the elven spy originally from the principality of Alínlae, and the young engineer who hails from the kingdom of Druvic.
A pair of wagon mounted ballista are being rolled forward, no doubt to shoot at the enemy who are going down the steps to attack the defenders at the gates.
Jarjin aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman certainly hopes that's the case.
As he's sure as hell hopes that Tovis the war engineer doesn't have those ballista shooting up here to the top of the wall.
Where the shots from those heavy weapons are just as likely to kill the defenders on top of the wall, as they are the enemy soldiers who are pouring out of the rift.
"It's not going to last too much longer" says Saanea the witch.
The halfling former air sailor nods, then says to the local soldiers, city guards, and a small number of black clad Farqian soldiers, who have hurried along the top of the wall to here "Get ready" followed by "They'll be at us soon".
Then the hobbit who is really an outrider from the pony archers horde, one of the many hordes to be found on the southern tundra.
Looks over to where both Lisell Maera the scout and Zam the ex mercenary have been able to get Shur Kee up, and now the short, statured monk is standing.
Though the physical adept in the philosophical order of Bru Li, who like Jarjin Littlefoot hails from the far east coast of the continent.
In the case of the acolyte of the Jade Warrior Bru Li, the kingdom of Wah Lee.
And sees that Shur Kee, who is the honorary member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Still has his eyes closed, as he stands there, with the scout and the ex mercenary standing to either side of him, keeping him steady.
"Hell" mutters Jarjin aka Zubutai Timaginson as he quickly realises something.
"Slap him or something" says the halfling former air sailor to Lis and Zam.
"Er?" says the scout Maera, who continues with "I'd rather not". As she knows that by far Shur Kee is the most enigmatic member of the group with the exception of lord Farque.
Who even Dorc da Orc is wary around, for the simple reason the strange powers that the short, statured monk possess.
"He could get rid of it" quickly says councilor Littlefoot with a nod of his head to the nearby rift, here on top of the south wall of the capital city of Kuradum.
Lis who grew up in the poor districts of the city of Brattonbury, where her mother was a street prostitute.
And her father, a man she never knew, or for that matter, never met. Was a sailor who plied his trade on the Great Western Ocean.
Nods her head in understanding, then slightly grimaces before she slaps the physical adept, who is shorter than her, across the face. Hoping to wake him up out of the meditative state that he's in.
"Bloody hell" mutters the scout Maera as there's no response from the honorary member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque.
Then the tall, lean attractive young woman who is in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque slaps Shur Kee the monk across the face again.
As she does, the barrier spell cast by Saanea the witch fails due to it being hit so many times.
And the enemy soldiers fighting for the cause of the self proclaimed duke of Kuradum, councilman Hirrye.
Attack them and the other defenders along this stretch of the city's south wall.
Here, on what's a cold, but sunny winter's morning in the capital of the city-state of Kuradum . . . . . .
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