Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-24696651-20150124200238

Soon, most of the warlocks in the courtyard had been killed. There was now enough room between the too groups for more soldiers to funnel in. The remaining warlocks, realising they had been defeated, attempted to flee, but because they were on the walls, that was impossible. The skirmishers ran up in groups of ten or so and picked them off.

"Stop," the leader shouted, barely audible over the sound of battle. "STOP!"

"Give them quarter!" Sigmund shouted, and the knights stopped fighting. The skirmishers, seeing what was going on, reluctantly stopped.

"You win," he sighed, his voice bitter with defeat. "What do you want?"

"This fort," Sigmund replied, wiping the blood off his blade. "You'll stay here until the Jarl comes."

"And what then?" the warlock leader asked.

"Whatever the Jarl wants," Sigmund answerered. He then turned to his army.

"Skirmishers, repair the gates and fortify this fort. The rearguard knights, stay with them. The rest of the knights and the yeomen, come with me and our new friends into the fort. We'll scavenge what we can and clear the place."

The men immediately did as Sigmund ordered, and Sigmund walked into the fort, his blade drawn.