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~20th of Hearthfire

Upon the sound of the horn, the entire army down below began its march up to the city. In the meantime, the soldiers on the walls continued to fortify their position. The stairs had been barricaded with various tables, weapon racks, chairs and such, and the wall itself provided battlements of its own to take cover behind. The men could hold out for a while, if necessary. The Golden Dragoons had been dispatched as forward scouts, with the objective of sniping any defenders that might have slipped away from the wall climbers. They would provide ample protection from any would-be archers inside the gatehouse.

In just a couple of minutes, the army had reached the gates of Kvatch. Twenty of Firsthold's mages were sent forward, and when they reached the large wooden doors, ten of them began freezing them solid with various Frost spells. The other ten, meanwhile, conjured a number of Frost Atronachs, which, after the Destruction mages were finished freezing the gates, slammed the now-brittle wood and metal with immense force. The frozen wood shattered with every impact, and soon enough, the wood was outright disconnected from the hinges, and the large gate fell over with a tremendous thud.