Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160316161907

(It happens with alarming regularity, Maxi.)

15th of Morning Star

Riften's armies had set off on yet another war. They had an army of 800 - 400 heavy infantry, 200 archers, and 200 lancers - attack Shor's Stone. They had taken 50 infantry from Fort Greenwall's garrison, as it was close and in good condition - they could reinforce the fort long before a besieging army broke in.

As the army set up at the south of the village, a council of war was called.

"We should ask for a surrender," Cynric said.

"Why?" Skuldar asked, thumping the table. "The last time we did that, they tried to shoot me!"

"Last time, they had a near impenetrable fort," Cynric pointed out. "Besides, your approach was a little... undiplomatic."

"What do you mean?" Skuldar asked, eyes narrowing.

"You told them to surrender or die," Cynric replied. "Most people don't respond well to that."

"You go and ask them to surrender then," Skuldar said petulantly.

"I will," Cynric said, and with that, he left to enter the village, escorted by ten infantrymen.