Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150131101228/@comment-24696651-20150207094631

Harold Burned-Mane wrote:

Pacman the great wrote: (I'm sorry, but if you run a marathon (or in this case ride a horse for seventy miles), you wouldn't sprint for a few minutes, go to a jog for a few minutes, sprint again, jog again, et cetera. And if you did, you wouldn't be in a good state for fighting. That's having your cake and eating it too.)

(Running a marathon and riding a horse isn't the same thing. A marathon leaves you exhausted. Riding a horse leaves you sore and tired. Also she returns home fine enough to take our Chocolate Lab for a walk. Pacman, I've already said that arguing isn't going to change anything. Just continued with the RP.) (Sorry. It's just these things seem faintly ridiculous to me, having studied military history.)

After a few moments, when it became evident that the charge had stopped, Luciun peered over the rubble to see what was happening. He saw the dismounted cavalry climbing the walls. He ordered his nobles and the two hundred heavy infantry at the rear of the formation to support the men on the walls, as well as two hundred skirmishers. They would be effective at fighting in such disordered circumstances. The heavy infantry left, although few in number, were defending a chokepoint, so their line wasn't very long, and they had polearms to fight anyone who came close. The mangonels had drawn back their arms and were ready to fire, should the enemy come close.