by raptor titanus3 » Wed Dec 29, 2010 3:35 pm
As the missles of the trebuchets traveled up the hill they fell just short of the Ballistas, the hill playing to their advantage allowing the Ballistas to fire farther than the trebuchets and the trebuchets having a hard time being able to hit the ballistas. Meanwhile back in the town the soldiers were barely holding on with a line strength of two, a very dangerously thin battle line that finally cracked. The rest of the soldiers broke ranks and ran as fast as they could away from the battle, those that stayed or were too slow were brought to the ground and disarmed to be prisoners of war. One Ulfsark captain ran back out the gate and ran for Lokar. As he neared Lokar he bowwed before him "Hail Mighty Ulf Jarl Lokar, I bring word. Victory is ours the cowards flee before us in defeat," boasted the Ulfsark, seeking praise. "Exellent, Tribe Woodskin shall pay less tribute this year in return for their services and the Ulfsarks that gave their lives in combat," stated Lokar with a proud voice, like a father praising a son. The Ulfsark gave one last hail and left to take part in the pillaging that was now taking place. "Let it be known of my offical decree and also let it be known that any greedy souls dare to demand tribute from Tribe Woodskin in my name they will recieve most bitter punishment," ordered Lokar to a Hurskarl who nodded in response. He then ordered speed to travel into the city to oversee the gathering of recourses and to make sure his soldiers diddn't get too rowdy.
"We all go about our daily lives, waiting for the next big thing, the next cool trend, even the smallest bits of info on anything happening, but what we're really waiting for... is for something interesting to happen to us, thats what draws us to the rich and famous... we want to be like them... I don't, I'm fine with who I am... and you should be too" - RT3