Winter.
"Thanks" gasps Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit after Lisell Maera the scout grabs him, and pulls him back out of harms way.
The enemy soldier who just swung a sword at the halfling former air sailor.
Stumbles sideways, and falls over the side of the wall after a longbow shaft slams into his back.
A shaft shot from the bow of Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy, who is on the otherside of the square from the south wall of the city of Kuradum.
In a brief respite in the fighting, the hobbit who hails from the far east coast of the continent. The Sultanate of Dreese to be exact.
Looks quickly back, and asks just as quickly "How is he?".
"Er?" replies Zam the ex mercenary, who follows that with "Fine, i guess".
The teenager from here in the city of Kuradum, continues in a dry tone of voice with "Not that he's doing anything".
As next to the ex mercenary, stands Shur Kee the monk. The short, statured monk has a faraway look in his eyes. And is pretty unresponsive to them.
Jarjin Littlefoot who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, sourly smiles.
As he suspects an active and coherent Shur Kee could make all the difference to the fight against the enemy, here behind the rift that's on the south wall of the city.
On this cold, but sunny winter's day in this part of the city-state of Kuradum.
The hobbit, who isn't what he appears to be. As infact he's 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. One of the many bodies he's inhabited over the years since he first died.
Wonders how the fight is going on the front side of the rift. Where the enemy are appearing from.
With the shouting and growling coming from over on that side. He suspects the enemy are having a bad time of it over there.
The halfling, who is a former air sailor in the fleet of the Sultan of Dreese. Winces when he hears a familiar howl from over there, followed by a "Get some!". In a loud, growling, and very familiar voice.
Dorc da Orc picks up the rebel soldier he's just grab, and he throws the man back in the direction he's come from.
The enemy soldier goes back a good fifteen feet, before slamming into other rebel soldiers who have just come out of the rift.
Here above the middle of the three sets of gates along the south wall of the city of Kuradum.
The large ork scowls as he hears behind him, a familiar, not to mention an annoying voice say "Take that you villainous so and so".
Sir Percavelle Lé Dic hits the rebel soldier who got past Dorc da Orc, and ran at the large, heavily armoured knight.
Who he thought he'd have a better chance of surviving against, compared to the ork warleader.
No such luck, as the enemy soldier goes cartwheeling sideways off the top of the wall, after being hit by the magical sword that the nobleborn knight from the kingdom of Druvic possess.
As the enemy soldier goes flying out a good thirty feet from the top of the wall, before he starts dropping to the cobblestones of the square behind this section of the wall.
The former paladin who is a member of the order of the Knights of Saint Mar-che, goes to take a step forward.
As he contemplates hitting his bitter rival, the ork weaponsmith in the back again with the sword of knockdown.
Before he even gets a chance, sir Percavelle Lé Dic, or Percy as more often than not, he gets called by the others in the group.
Hears a familiar voice order him "Stay there Percy" followed by "And don't even think about doing that again".
Behind the full faceplate of his helm, the former earl of Lé Dic, which is his family's fief in his homeland of Druvic.
Sourly smiles at that order from Tamric Drubine the field commander, who is further back along the wall.
Next to one of the two small catapults, here on top of the south wall of the city, above the second of the three gates.
With Beldane the cleric gone, Tamric Drubine the field commander is keeping a closer look on the bitter rivals than he was previously.
The young noble who hails from the feudal kingdom of Sarcrin, and is now a senior officer in the armies of Farque.
Takes a quick look at the enemy on the otherside of the wall, as the small catapult behind him flings another shot at them.
Tamric Drubine or Tam as he's more commonly called by the others in the group.
Can clearly see that there's now far less of the enemy attacking the south wall of the city, compared to early at first light of the day when the battle began.
Many of the rebels have moved off, and gone around to the east side of the city, or are doing so at the moment.
Predominantly those who were closer to that side of the city when the battle first got underway just after dawn this morning.
On what's turned out to be a cold, but sunny winter's day here in the capital of the city-state of Kuradum.
Though those that have remained, still more than half of the rebel army that in total had around twenty thousand soldiers to begin with.
Have concentrated their attack on the middle third of the south wall of Kuradum.
Especially here along this section of the wall. Where the middle of the three gates are located.
After taking another quick look at the bitter rivals Dorc da Orc and sir Percavelle Lé Dic to make sure they're not trying to kill one another.
Field commander Drubine takes a step back, turns and looks down when he hears another thud below.
And he sees another heavy chain shot from the pair of ballista on the otherside of the square behind the gates.
Has slammed into a number of the enemy who have just made their way down the nearby set of steps, who were attempting to open the gates from this side.
The son of a previous knight of castle Drubine, which is located in the forested north of the kingdom of Sarcrin.
Looks across the square, and sees Tovis the war engineer directed members of his engineering corp, who are operating the ballista.
While next to the young engineer from the kingdom of Druvic, stands Dalinvardèl Tanith the elven spy.
The elf who is a company commander in the scouts and rangers division of the armies of Farque, has an arrow to his bow, and is drawing it back.
The spy Tanith who previously served in one of the more prominent noble houses in the principality of Alínlae, his homeland.
Takes aim, and let's the arrow fly. From it's path, Tamric Drubine sees that it's heading up here to the top of the south wall of the city.
Specifically on the backside of the rift, the otherside from where the young field commander stands.
Knowing the skill of the elven spy, Tam figures he's just hit and killed another rebel soldier up here on the south wall of the capital city of Kuradum.
Saanea the witch winces as the enemy soldier who was just about to lunge at her.
Stiffens, and tries to grab at his back, as he staggers to one side, then stumbles over the low section of the wall between two of the crenalations. And fall to the water on the otherside of the wall, with an elven made shaft in the middle of his back.
"I agree" says Saanea the witch in response to Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit saying to her "They're hell bent on coming around to this side and fighting us, or going down the steps".
The pretty looking spellcaster who hails from the Maldin Hills, nods her head in agreement with the halfling former air sailor who dryly says "They don't want to face those two raving lunatics".
Just after the hobbit who is a member of the personal council to the lord and ruler of the lands Farque says that.
They hear the familiar and distinctive, not to mention loud and growling voice of Dorc da Orc shout "Fucken get some ya cunts!" from around the front of the rift.
Followed by the familiar, along with loud and pompous voice of sir Percavelle Lé Dic shout "Take that you rebellious fiend, wot!".
Even so, more of those who are coming out of the rift, are making their way around to this side of it.
While others continue to head down the nearest set of steps, and attempt to open up the gates down there.
Saanea the witch steps back with Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit.
While Zam the ex mercenary moves forward to stand next to Lisell Maera the scout.
There's two black clad Farqian soldiers with them, as well as a trio of local soldiers from the city garrison.
While further behind them, are four city guards who are using polearms to push away a scaling ladder.
That the enemy on the otherside of the wall, have some how been able to put up. Even with the difficulties of the river that runs along the south wall of the city of Kuradum.
After giving Shur Kee the monk a shake to see if he snaps out of the state he's in.
Jarjin aka Zubutai the barbarian hordesman mutters in the dialect of the hordes barbarians of the southern tundra "By the tundra gods, wake the fuck up monk".
Then the hobbit, who is a member of the personal council to lord Farque, shouts "Duck down!" to those infront. After Saanea the witch says to those infront of the two of them "Get down".
With her arms outstretched, and her hands wide, with the fingers in her gloves outstretched too.
Blue, greenish looking lightning shoots forth from the gloved hands of the pretty looking witch who is originally from the Maldin Hills.
All half a dozen rebel soldiers, here on the backside of the rift. Scream in pain as they're hit by the blue, greenish lightning.
Some of them just drop down, while others who try to evade the spell cast by the witch.
Go running off the top of the wall. Two falling to the cobblestones of the square below.
While another goes the other way, and ends up in the river on the otherside of the city's south wall.
As Lisell Maera, Zam the ex mercenary and one of the black clad soldiers from the armies of Farque.
Step forward and with their swords, stab the trio of the enemy soldiers, writhing in pain where they're lying on top of the wall.
The witch who is the partner of Tamric Drubine the field commander tells the halfling former air sailor beside her "One of the rifts has gone".
Jarjin aka Zubutai Timaginson looks up at the pretty looking spellcaster, and lifts a questioning eyebrow.
"The one furthest north" explains Saanea the witch referring to the rift north of the grounds where the ruling council of Kuradum have their headquarters.
The witch who is just able to sense that far, continues with "Felt like there was an explosion near it".
Even though he already knows the answer, as he's already asked the question.
The hobbit who is from the otherside of the continent, nods at the rift here on top of the south wall of the capital city, and asks "Could we do the same thing?".
Councilor Littlefoot continues with "An explosion close to it" he quickly follows that with "Well, not too close, more in the same general area?".
"That wouldn't be wise" is the answer from the spellcaster who hails from a well known hill range near the coast of the Southlands.
Then as more of the rebel soldiers coming out of the rift, run around to the backside instead of facing the ork warleader, and the former paladin who they first see when they step out of the rift.
The witch tells the halfling who previously served in the air fleet of the Sultan of Dreese "That will still be dangerous, and will likely end up being disastrous for us".
As those infront of them, engage the rebel soldiers who rush at them, Saanea the witch says "I think that sorceress felt threatened, that's why she gave up on that rift away to the north".
"That other one on the council grounds still there?" asks Jarjin aka Zubutai the son of Timagin.
"It is" replies the pretty looking witch as weapons are swung by those infront of them, who are fighting the enemy.
With Zam the ex mercenary along with Lisell Maera the scout, taking down one of the enemy soldiers.
And the black clad Farqian soldiers taking out a rebel soldier each.
While the other enemy soldier gets lucky, and cuts down one of the local soldiers.
Before he's killed by the two other soldiers from the army still loyal to the ruling council of the city-state of Kuradum.
After taking another look at Shur Kee the monk, and finding the physical adept still not responsive.
Jarjin Littlefoot the hobbit murmurs "Wonder what's happening there?". Referring to the rift that's on council grounds in the center of the capital city of Kuradum . . . . . .
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