Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-24696651-20150125204135

(Sorry if my reply was a little delayed, I had haggis for dinner -_-)

(I'll add the ages of Luciun's officers, so I don't forget:

Sigmund: 35

Hadgeir: 30)

The Hadgeir's army eventually regrouped with Lucien's. Lucien briefly explained the plan to Hadgeir, and then they were ready. They'd been sure to stay out of sight of the camp unless they were preparing the trap at night. It was set now.

"Hey! You!" a skirmisher shouted at the orc on the camp wall. "Come here, ya pathetic sod. Look at you! I've seen more muscle on a jellied eel!"

"WHAT?" the orc roared, furious. "You're a puny human. Leave, before I crush you!"

"Crush me?" the skirmisher laughed. "You couldn't crush a mouse with no bones!"

"ORCS! CHARGE!"

The orc, being predictably goaded by the skirmisher, clanged his weapons together, and sure enough, all five hundred of the orcs in the camps gathered around. They quickly charged towards the archer in a disordered mob. The archers sounded a bugle, and fired a volley into the orc, killing ten of them. The orcs then charged blindly into the traps, and about fifty were killed. The archers fired another volley, killing twenty, and then the full force of Lucien became apparent. The other archers, on rocky outcrops and the like, fired a volley, killing a hundred orcs. The nobles and heavy infantry dashed into the open gates of the camp, then quickly slammed it shut. The orcs were trapped.