Horns blasted from the forests ahead, as the defenders of Castle Rivergate scrambled to their places upon the parapets. Arrows were knocked, pitch boiled and steel drawn as each man and woman defending the isolated fortification awaited their attackers. This was not the first time the castle had come under attack by the wild savages from the north, and it would not be the last - it was a stalwart bastion on the fringes of the Empire, and here the brave men and women of its roster were charged with its defence to the bitter end. For if Rivergate was to fall, then it would open the ways to the south, and the savages would rampage for hundreds of miles until they met a force that could stop them.
The sun was high in the sky, but even with its strong rays, it was hard for anyone's eyes to penetrate the darkened depths the forest ahead. The stone-trembling low rumble of the barbarian horns sounded again, and though they could not be seen, no one on the castle walls was in doubt that they faced a mighty host.
A Priest, clad in garbled and grimy robes stood at the centre of the northern wall. In one hand he held a large staff, with a silver wolf's head nestling on the top, and in the other he clasped a thick, heavy tome with soiled covers.
"Make yer peace, lads and lad'esses, we're in for one mighty storm," he called out through jumbled teeth.
Several of those nearest the Priest heeded his words, and they bowed before him to receive his blessing.
More horns blasted, and flocks of birds fired up from the top of the tree line to the north; the barbarians were almost here.
The sun was high in the sky, but even with its strong rays, it was hard for anyone's eyes to penetrate the darkened depths the forest ahead. The stone-trembling low rumble of the barbarian horns sounded again, and though they could not be seen, no one on the castle walls was in doubt that they faced a mighty host.
A Priest, clad in garbled and grimy robes stood at the centre of the northern wall. In one hand he held a large staff, with a silver wolf's head nestling on the top, and in the other he clasped a thick, heavy tome with soiled covers.
"Make yer peace, lads and lad'esses, we're in for one mighty storm," he called out through jumbled teeth.
Several of those nearest the Priest heeded his words, and they bowed before him to receive his blessing.
More horns blasted, and flocks of birds fired up from the top of the tree line to the north; the barbarians were almost here.