Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-17114085-20150125163212

Pacman the great wrote: (The fort is in a pretty sorry state, so I'll assume they surrender.)

"Pardoned?" the bandit called out, walking onto the battlements. "What makes you think-"

The bandit was struck dumb when he realised the size of Luciun's forces.

"Of course!" he called down, desperately. "What do you want?"

"This fort," Luciun said. "And for you to join our skirmishers."

"Come in, come in," the bandit called over, as the renmants of the gates were pushed open.

"I thought you'd see things my way," Luciun muttered, as the soldiers marched through. As the men assembled in the courtyard, he quickly ordered thirty guards and ten engineers to stay behind, to clear the place up and guard it.

"Come, men!" the bandit leader shouted at his fellow bandits. "Our days in the wild are over."

The bandits quickly joined the skirmishers, adding fifty to their number. And then, as soon as they arrived, Luciun's forces left.

Sigmund had reached Half-Moon Mill. It was an independent village, home to three hundred, and he suspected that they'd need to be beaten in a fight in order to be subdued.

He ordered his infantry to form a line, with the archers on the flanks

"Good men," he called to the village. "We come to bring unity to Falkreath. Will you join us."

"Sod off!" a worker called over, and the villagers cheered.

"Archers!" Sigmund shouted, and the archers fired into the village. The villagers quickly formed a mob, and around a hundred villagers charged at them, wielding wood axes. The other villagers, seeing the commotion, were trickling over the bridge to see what was going on. (The bandits aren't going to just join you out of the blue. A small fort like that would still have like 200 men though. Also Mills are just settlements, roughly 100-200 citizens.)