Post by AlphaWolf on Jun 27, 2013 20:01:03 GMT -6
Alpha stood on a hill, looking over the battlefield. The battle had ended easily, with the crusaders crushing the militia. Now, they encamped on the hill overlooking the town. Resting his hand on the hilt of his longsword, Alpha strolled through the camp, towards the command tent. In the three days since the battle, the army had managed to plant sharpened stakes around the hill so that if an enemy charged the camp, they would charge directly into the stakes. Behind the stakes, five hundred pikemen in plate armor stood, ready to spear any who made it past the stakes. Past the pikemen were seven hundred archers, standing beside braziers, ready to light and loose their arrows. In the center of the camp were the Shining Lights, three hundred mounted swordsmen handpicked by Alpha himself that served as the core of his army and his personal bodyguard. Entering the command tent, he nodded to each of his nine section commanders.
"Report, Commanders."
"Sire, there is a strange group approaching us. We are unsure of their intent."
"Report, Commanders."
"Sire, there is a strange group approaching us. We are unsure of their intent."
