You unsheathe your sword and, riding your horse forward, drive a charge into the courtyard, with dozens of loyal horsemen yelling and charging after you!
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The charge stomps the enemy mercenaries and soldiers, and soon the remainder flees before the fearsome rush led by you. Some spearmen at the tunnel into the inner keep try to stop you but soon they get hoof-full to the face.
After you, the brave Methiantese soldiers, at least those not immediatelly preoccupied, rush into the inner keep. The battle is messy and your clothes are soaked red with blood of fallen enemies. Then you and your horsemen dismount and the fighting takes to the steps of the keep and then its corridors, your body tired yer spirit soaring towards victory. You hack and slash at those who come against you, and none of them lives enough to postpone your glorious assault.
By the morning of the next day, the red stag on green field is fluttering above the keep, as its soldiers and officers lay down their swords. Your own soldiers applaud you as the bravest commander that Methiant had in its history. Over a thousand of Methiantese have perished in the assault, but losses amongst the garrison were almost thrice higher.
Few days later, your officers bring you joyous news; the crews of the border forts surrendered once the news of the fall of this mighty fortress reached their ears. They ponder if a charge against the capital city should be made, to capitalize on the conquest.
A) Nay, we rest and recuperate in safety of this mighty fortress for a week or so.
B) Nay, first we need to send for supplies and reinforcements to Methiant, this might take some time.
C) Yes, that's what we shall do! Onwards to glory and victory!!
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