Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160531165159/@comment-24696651-20160618232257

9th of Midyear

Skuldar was not one to turn tail and run. Nonetheless, he understood his chances of survival fighting 400 to 1 were not very high. He ran away has fast as he could, placing the shield on his back, and fiddled around for the right warhorn. He found it, and blew as best he could. A deep resonating boom echoed through the trees, signalling to Riften's soldiers to get ready for battle.

Riften's soldiers roused themslves, not knowing exactly what was going on. A minute later, when Skuldar arrived, he explained the situation. The soldiers hurriedly formed up, forming maniples totalling 600 heavy infantry in the middle with 100 lancers on both flanks. The 400 archers were in front, ready to run between the infantry when Ivarstead's forces got too close.

Ivarstead's forces had taken some time in getting out of the gates, meaning that Riften had formed up just as Ivarstead's soldiers came in range of the archers. The archers fired about four volleys before having to retreat behind the infantry, who then closed their maniples to form a single line. Skudar had managed to get a message to the commanders of each block of infantry, and the line they formed with curved backwards slighlty, forming a crescent.

The gatehouse was it's own structure, with a roof and arrow slits, as well as machicolations above the gate. The archers fired at the mages from the arrow slits, killing several of them. The frost atronachs that made it to the gate had boiling oil poured on their head, killing them before they could break down the door. The main body of Kvatch's force had left the barracks, and were five minutes from the edge of town.