Oh Christ, those Centaur REALLY want my fort dead.
Roughly seventy or so showed up headed by a General. Dayum, shit just got real.
Down to sixty or so after the cage traps took a few.
Nobody was quick enough to pull the lever, so a small batch of at most ten, got into the inner courtyard before someone was clever enough to seal the fort itself off from them, so they are now camped in the inner courtyard, while my dumb arse milatry either gets it's shit together, or wakes up. Seriously: kinda unamused.
Would you know it: nobles are good for something. Pulling levers in the nick of time.
Fun fact: Some of my military are wearing Centaur bone helmets.
Right: so we got the ten in the inner courtyard down with a few massed Borioth. Military seems to be completely all over the place... My Low Gore, despite being told to wield a close combat weapon, is wielding a steel crossbow. YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.
The leader of the Fortress is wearing a centaur bone helm and stabbing things with an Iron Kryss (basically a knife...)
The plan now, is to pull the main gate open at intervals and see if we can control the centaur flow, because damn, there are a lot of them, and the amount of warriors that have massed, is pathetic.
So, few more go down without a fuss. Drawbridge down, drawbridge up. One is catapulted god-knows-where.
Here comes Mrs. General with her big scary band of centaur. It's gonna get nasty. Luckily we have fresh fighters coming in all the time and we're reclaiming ground now.
But the bridge comes down, in come the centaur. A couple are it with arrows.
Einaka Lleadyleni, the insensible Band of Shades, one of the surviving heroes of the fort, is set upon by three centaur and is struck down. But, in the ensuing mellee, new titles are born as the centaur are cut to ribbons, the General herself killed:
Her Psesazspolf The Mortal of Coils
Aemont Luthulfpons The Fence Skulls of Tin
But even as they finish those off the third wave come charging down the hillside from the north, at the gates of Dirgebend. There is nobody to pull the lever.
The outnumbered Borioth charge into the fray. The walkway will run with the blood of the fallen.
A vicious battle ensues with a hunter shooting into the fighting from a distance.
Eventually the casualties are too high, the centaur flee leaving their wounded behind and two centaur who charge after anyone remaining.
The old Butcher woman, Bern Ebuungmar, the Defensive Scenarios, drags herself and her greatsword from the field. A centaur pursues. She fends off all attacks and manages to cross over to the inner courtyard, before bleeding to death from multiple wounds sustained in battle.
The other two titled warriors died in the fighting. Her and Aemont. There are not enough tombs, and not even enough common graves dug out to lay them to rest in proper fashion. It is sad day for Dirgebend.
After this it is simply a case of hunting down the stragglers. A centaur Spearmaster limps off the map the hammerman gives up the chase. The remainder bleed out or are butchered where they lie.
The military is awful shape. What is left are raw recruits, lead by a single, able bodied, Champion in bad shape from a previous battle with Werewolves. The High Gore lies in the half-dug hospital suffering from battle wounds. Ctharl Gebtitpfas, The Nettle of Carnage, is left to whip the remaining new blood into shape before the next attack. He can only hope that this attack, led by the Centaur General, has broken their spirit and their military might. For now there are traps to reset, prisoners to cage, fur to clean and bodies to bury.
Dirgebend remains.
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