Siege on a Bandit Fort (Open)
Jan 27, 2017 10:16:05 GMT -6
Post by Ilheod on Jan 27, 2017 10:16:05 GMT -6
Ilheod had guided Astraeus further through the camp, quietly observing with his single exposed eye the force assembled. Some knights and men of experience to be sure among them, but most seemed fairly young. It would be a good initial operation for them to be sure. Brigands seldom had much in the ways of legitimate warfare. They were not ones to bring great stratagems or organization, beyond a few simple traps at best. That however, did not leave them all to idle threats. Hargus, after all, had been a brigand. The Bandit King, he became known as. In his first life at-least. How powerful that force of brigands was when it grew strong enough to bring multiple countries to their knees. Though those days were gone, the scars they left on the land could still be felt. Even now.
Ilheod quietly placed a palm to Astaraeus's side, and turned to idly tend the large armored wyvern's neck for a moment longer with a few scratches. Armored fingers rubbing to the scaled hide of his companion while he thought back to his earliest missions. Back when the nightwings had been a larger unit. No brigands of concern as much back then. He'd battled Lycian forces, primarily in Araphen, Khathlet, Tania, and Santaruz. He remembered the attempted counter attacks. Cavalry from Araphen, Laus, and Santaruz storming into and along formations of Bernese infantry with heavy lance charges. The sight and even hearing the thunder of thousands of hooves stampeding along the ground from the skies above. The wyvern units had almost always flown unhindered. Except for times when Pherae's forces were present. Most lycian marksmen weren't good enough to be a consistent threat to the flyers of Bern. Pherae though...their volley's were likened to salvo's of death en mass.
How long ago that seemed now. The aging commander turned to his guard and quietly spoke, still adorning his wyvern in some small modicum of affection all the while.
"We'll focus on drawing attention off them as they approach. Once it starts, follow me and stay high. If we can use the sky for cover and distance to keep them from noticing us Initially, we can strafe the walls. One or two passes should free them up to get to the gate. If it's cloudy, all the better."
Ilheod quietly placed a palm to Astaraeus's side, and turned to idly tend the large armored wyvern's neck for a moment longer with a few scratches. Armored fingers rubbing to the scaled hide of his companion while he thought back to his earliest missions. Back when the nightwings had been a larger unit. No brigands of concern as much back then. He'd battled Lycian forces, primarily in Araphen, Khathlet, Tania, and Santaruz. He remembered the attempted counter attacks. Cavalry from Araphen, Laus, and Santaruz storming into and along formations of Bernese infantry with heavy lance charges. The sight and even hearing the thunder of thousands of hooves stampeding along the ground from the skies above. The wyvern units had almost always flown unhindered. Except for times when Pherae's forces were present. Most lycian marksmen weren't good enough to be a consistent threat to the flyers of Bern. Pherae though...their volley's were likened to salvo's of death en mass.
How long ago that seemed now. The aging commander turned to his guard and quietly spoke, still adorning his wyvern in some small modicum of affection all the while.
"We'll focus on drawing attention off them as they approach. Once it starts, follow me and stay high. If we can use the sky for cover and distance to keep them from noticing us Initially, we can strafe the walls. One or two passes should free them up to get to the gate. If it's cloudy, all the better."