A Brief Intro

Welcome to the Duchy of Perrinwall, a land on the western frontier of civilization. As the threat of war draws soldiers north, the Duchy is left vulnerable to the depredations of the monstrous beings that dwell in the darkened corners of the land. It falls to heroes reckless and bold to venture out into the ancient ruins which dot the land to find potent magic and weapons of wonder to prevent the lands of the Duke from falling into ruin.

Saturday, 27 October 2012

From a History of the Lords of Westmarch - Volume XIV

Part 2

By Lady Myrs Kratys

With preparations complete, the assembled defenders of Kratys Keep could do nothing but wait. The day wore on and still the orcs of the Broken Moon warband did not attack. As day moved towards night, there was an explosion in the forest. Eswin’s booby trap had gone off as the horde attempted to move their catapult. Orc limbs could be seen flying into the air amidst broken timbers and smoke. A cheer went up amongst the defenders as the first blow had been struck before the battle had begun.

As the sun set, movement was detected in the orchard around the keep. Orcs were moving in from two different fronts: from the north where the more vulnerable back gate was situated; and from the west were the main gate stood. Archers took up positions on the tower and the second floor of the main hall overlooking the north gate. Another unit of archers was positioned atop the smithy in clear view of the main gate. Kratys and his family, along with Goran Shae and Kieren stood just inside the main gate. Salisbury, Llewyn Kratys, the two attack dogs Cyrus and Canus, and a unit of heavy foot took up positions behind the north gate. The children were gathered in the main hall with five sheep dogs to look over them.

The bulk of the orcish horde appeared out of the orchard to the north, carrying with them a battering ram. They charged up the hill with shields over their heads for protection. Archers managed to lay a few low, but being untrained peasants most of their shots missed the mark.
Just in front of the north gate the orcs stumbled on a pit of pitch the defenders had dug. Eswin fired a flaming arrow into the pitch and two units of orcs were quickly immolated. The attackers however, were not deterred and continued on with their assault, reaching the north gate and beginning to hammer away with their battering ram.

At that moment, another group of orcs led by the hulking plate-covered ogre appeared to the west and began their assault on the main gate. Four units of orcs broke off with scaling ladders and moved towards the southwest wall. Kratys, his wife, and son moved to intercept them, while Goran Shae and Kieren stood by the main gate with the two hunting hawks. The ogre picked up a plough which had been set against the main gate and began using it to break it down.

Lord Tarran Kratys Defends His Keep
The orcs scaling the southwest wall were the first to breach the keep. Tarran Kratys moved out front to protect his wife and son, valiantly taking on the twenty orcs by himself. Unfortunately, there were too many of them. Though he fought with the bravery of the heroes of old, he was quickly surrounded and struck viciously from either side, falling to the ground in a pool of his own blood. Archers on the roof of the smithy moved over and began raining arrows down upon the orcs, taking out five of them. Brand Kratys, the lord’s son, moved in to delay the remaining orcs while his mother moved Lord Kratys into the barn to see to his wounds. After seeing his mother safely bar the barn gates, Brand retreated with the orcs in hot pursuit to the middle of the courtyard.

Things were beginning to look bleak. With the orcs inside the walls, some of the peasants began to panic, yet it was the courage of the five remaining heroes which kept them in check. The main gate was the next to fall. The ogre had battered it down with the plough and then sent the plough soaring through the air into the interior courtyard, narrowly missing Kieren and Goran. Eswin, Talos and the archers in the main hall took note of this and descended down into the courtyard to offer what aid they could. Seeing himself as the lone defense against the huge ogre, Kieren drank a mighty potion he had secreted away. His limbs began to pulse and seemed to grow in size, giving off an unearthly heat and his eyes began to blaze with the power of the eldritch giants of fire. His mentor Goran stood by calmly making no movement to defend the keep, watching his apprentice as if gauging the young druid’s worth. Fifteen more orcs armed with wicked axes barged through the remains of the main gate bearing down upon the two druids, with the ogre not far behind.

Continued…

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