Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-24696651-20150124234045

Sigmund stood on the battlements, fuming. He had locked up the remaining warlocks, about twenty of them, in the cages they'd made for humans. They'd lost ten knights, and five archers. That wasn't a huge amount, but then, they were fighting against forty warlocks in the courtyard, most of whom weren't nearly as well equipped as them, and had to contend with a storm of arrows. The ten warlocks on the battlements had been pinned by the archer fire, and neutralised. Overall, it wasn't terrible losses, but considering how few heavy infantry they had, ten was an awful lot to lose in such a small fight.

His men down below had done as much repair of the gate as possible without specialists, and had driven stakes in the ground behind the gate, as well as prepare several caltrops and the like. If anyone attacked, they would have a hard time indeed.

"Sir, the knights have finished the sweeping the fort of valuables," a young knight reported. "They've gathered them into the storeroom, as you ordered."

"And our dead?" Sigmund asked.

"We've dug graves for them outside," the knight replied. "We've taken their armour and weapons, and covered their bodies."

"Alright," Sigmund said. "Make sure they're given a good funeral."