Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160301160851

8th of Sun's Height

Skuldar frowned. The Bosmer had assured him that Fort Greenwall had no other supplies, yet still the fort held out. Either they were being secretly supplied from somewhere, or they had more supplies than Cynric had anticipated. While Skuldar leaned towards the latter, he still had fifty archers disperse around the fort to check for activity, and he sent a runner to Cynric. Much though Skuldar hated to admit it, Cynric may be their best oppurtunity to take the fort bloodlessly.

Cynric heard the hooves on the ground well before his guards alerted him. He quietly ran out to the hiding spot, where he saw a rather large caravan some ways along the road - at their speed, perhaps five minutes away. He tried to judge their size, and figured it would probably be carrying sufficient supplies for Fort Greenwall. He went to rouse his men quietly - they were a little slow and disorganised, but thankfully they were quiet, and in a few minutes' time they were in position to ambush, hidden among the trees and shrubs. The caravan would be another minute before it reached them, but they nooked their arrows nonetheless.

When the caravan reached them, they suddenly pulled back and fired, hitting many of the guards and horses, before rushing forth to fight them hand to hand - fifty heavy infantry and fifty lightly equipped archers, the infantry targeting the guards, the archers the civilians.