Post by Sir Nichtmar on Aug 3, 2011 8:20:04 GMT -5
It’s been a hot summer, but finally the rain has fallen. It pounds the the roof of the hall in the Silver Meadow. Candles flicker and shutter. Not a huge hall, but it suffices. Soldiers clutter together quietly while leaders of Mittelmarch huddle around the head table. Anvil, Rune, Oof, Baethor, and Nichtmar discuss plans.
Nichtmar asks, “Baethor?”
“Aye, riders have been sent to the other kingdoms!”
“Good.”
Nichtmar continues, “We will run a frontal attack. Anvil’s scouts have confirmed that our old underground routes have been sealed off. Once we've broken through the gates we must carefull to avoid any innocent casualties.” He eyes Oof.
"Harrow will probably fall back to the keep, but we must not give them time to dig in."
Nichtmar asks, “Baethor?”
“Aye, riders have been sent to the other kingdoms!”
“Good.”
Nichtmar continues, “We will run a frontal attack. Anvil’s scouts have confirmed that our old underground routes have been sealed off. Once we've broken through the gates we must carefull to avoid any innocent casualties.” He eyes Oof.
"Harrow will probably fall back to the keep, but we must not give them time to dig in."