The King barks another laugh out, and the talk turns towards the logistics of riding forth, deploying your men, and so forth. You instruct Finn to try and keep the levies back from the main fighting as best he can. Finn nods in ascent and goes among the men, telling them that their Lord will be riding with the King himself!
The men grow raucous at this, and you feel a swelling of pride. When you tell Alan, he can hardly contain himself. This will be an exciting time, indeed. You busy yourself amongst the troops, and soon your men are on the move with the host.
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Your destrier paws the ground, and you pat his flank as best you can with his armor strapped on. You sit astride the mighty beast at the head of the army, which sprawls to your left and right. Off on the far right flank, you can make out some of your banners, where your men sit to watch the flanks.
The enemy force is arrayed before you, having oriented itself to your host at some point in the early morning. It is now nearly noon, and the King has arrived to the front, wearing a crowned helm. You bow your head to your liege, and he gives you a slight nod in return. He casts his gaze on the enemy.
"That's at least twelve thousand men, if not more." You aren't sure if he is addressing you or not, but you believe it to be true. Perhaps some of them were tucked inside the town when your scouts rode by. Most hold wicked axes, but there are skirmishing forces arrayed in front of them with slings and javelins, as well as some light cavalry. You also see some crazed looking men with no armor, painted with boldly colored tatoos, swinging massive morning stars around their heads.
A light snow falls, out of season for this time of year. It stands starkly out against the smoke which billows from the city around the Keep. Duke Erran's banner still flies, though, so you have hope that your new Uncle-in-law still holds out.
You glance at the vanguard, and see the flower of your land's nobility arrayed to either side of you. Count Gorgan lies to the King's left, and you remember him as a renowned fighter. You see Sir Ivanson, the famous jouster, further down the line. You also make out Count Zander's standard further down the line.
The army is arrayed for battle. Trumpets begin to sound, and archers move forward. The skirmishers move to meet them, and they exchange missiles for several agonizing minutes. You strain to see your men, but they are now lost in the distance to your sight. Another trumpet sounds, and the host begins moving forward.
Your pulse pounds. The charge will not be long. Do you have any last thoughts before the battle is joined?
Will post the first parts of the battle later... life is calling.
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