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[Gotdamnmiracle]

Spontaneously become a dragon.  Eat everyone.  Except for the kings forces.

Also, you don't suppose that our friends the half naked morning star dudes are zealots of some sort, do you?

Only for the great god Thor and his father, the lord of truths, Odin.

[Origami_Psycho]

Spontaneously become a dragon.  Eat everyone.  Except for the kings forces.

Also, you don't suppose that our friends the half naked morning star dudes are zealots of some sort, do you?

Only for the great god Thor and his father, the lord of truths, Odin.

But they have morning stars, not hammers.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Spontaneously become a dragon.  Eat everyone.  Except for the kings forces.

Also, you don't suppose that our friends the half naked morning star dudes are zealots of some sort, do you?

Only for the great god Thor and his father, the lord of truths, Odin.

But they have morning stars, not hammers.

Potato, tomato.

[GreatWyrmGold]

They're not literal Vikingar.


And I'm not afraid of zealots.

[Maldevious]

As the vanguard breaks into a trot, your thoughts drift to Marna, and your unborn child, for the briefest of moments. Then the word is passed up the line, and the time has come. You spur your horse into a canter, and then a full on gallop, keeping pace with the King as you swing an iron-tipped lance into position.

The battle seems to shrink down around you, and you focus on the men in front of you through a haze of snow. A screen of the crazed men emerges in front of the block of axmen that had been the initial target of the charge. The seconds tick away, and you spare a quick glance for the King before focusing on one of the crazed men.

You take aim, brace yourself, and then feel the crack of impact shudder up your shoulder, nearly knocking you from your horse. You expertly recover your balance with your knees, not even bothering to swing your attention back around to the man you targeted, certain that he now has several feet of lance protruding from his gut.

Tossing the shattered lance aside, you pull out your longsword, and begin to lay into the stout men around you. An ax thuds heavily into your leg, and you grimace in pain. Your armor turned the blow away, but the plate is now pressing into you uncomfortably. You twist in the saddle, and your horse tramples the man underfoot into thick mud.

The next minutes are a horrid blur of chopping, blocking, parrying, and combat. You stay at the King's side, helping him push deep into the enemy formation. Soon, your men are out on the other side, and are preparing to make another round. Out of the corner of your eye, however, you notice that the Duke's men have sallied forth from the Keep.

You only have a split second. Do you try to get the King's attention, and move to support the Duke, or will you simply follow the King as he crashes the vanguard back into the main body of the enemy.

[Elfeater]

They're not literal Vikingar.


And I'm not afraid of cannon-fodder.

Fixed

[GreatWyrmGold]

Call the king's attention to this, and await orders.

[Gervassen]

There's no tactical advantage in meeting up, unless we're fighting a last stand. Follow the king and trust his battle judgement.

[Gervassen]

Doesn't hurt to shout out, "The Duke is with us!" Of course.

[intelligentmoron]

We must support our uncle-in-law and unite our forces, its harder to wipe out a single large group of attackers than to eliminate 2 small groups, the king would know this, I'd imagine he simply hasn't seen the duke and it is our duty to inform him.

Shout for the king to join the duke, once the forces are united give into your bloodlust and reduce anything foreign looking to a bloody smear.

[Gervassen]

First, we aren't the only groups fighting, talk of a "wipe out" is utterly premature. There's a broad battle-line of 8000 troops, and we leave our place to the detriment of neighbors. It's not as simple as just racing automatically to hold hands with those that we love. This is battle amongst hard men exchanging ringing dints, not a tryst between soft lovers exchanging tender caresses.

It's simplistic thinking that one big group is always better in battle, anyway. Hannibal saw beyond that fallacy, so we've got the Battle of Cannae as a classic example of one big group not being better. It's primal herd instinct rather than real military theory. It's better to have groups that complement each other's fighting styles working together at the right times. Let the Duke engage and tie down an enemy first, then we can smash into that engaged force from a flank later.

Cavalry has no business slowing itself down by working closely with foot troops. Or do you think the Duke has horses in his city yet? The provender for the horses was eaten the first month, and the horses themselves were eaten the second month.   

We should be searching for the damn chieftain and warn the king where to charge him, rather than babysitting tough old warriors. Search for a block of huscarls garbed in mail rather than leathers. There be the chieftain. There be victory.

[kaian-a-coel]

Well, warn the king but follow his decisions. He had a lifetime of training and experience, not you.

[Gervassen]

Whatever the case may be, let Alan be handy with another lance now that we are free of the melee. I fancy another pass at the curs.

[Origami_Psycho]

I agree with Gerv and say we hold our position.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Well, warn the king but follow his decisions. He had a lifetime of training and experience, not you.

This ever so much. (Plus, the king sees stuff we don't, due to us having a computer screen in the way.)