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(To get inside he'd need to go up the ladders. The Stronghold's gates are closed.)

"Don't lose heart!" Lyon said to his fellow Crows. He led the ones with him up the watchtower and they easily dispatched the archers atop. From there he got a clear view of the southern area outside Gar Aglakh. "Gods..." was all he could say.

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Jovron led the 30 Crows, Sir Gregory being one of them, against the incomming Orcs. They formed up their defense and tried to hold against the charge. But they proved no match for the 100 battle hungry Orc berserkers that came to meet them on the field. The Orc Chief was amonst them, shouting battle cries for Malacath as he took down one of the Crow Knights.

"Hold the line!" Jovron urged, but he knew the battle was already settled and they were not to be the victors.

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"I have almost 300 men under my command, not counting those under King Tormunds. Whatever force Emeric may muster does not scare me." Roberto replied.

"We easterners are worth 10 of you each." Sir Cirges added. "We have Nordic blood in our veins, we are born for battle."