Grancourt Family/The Deception in Weghie

Thrydwulf was back in his tent, preparing his orders for the next morning, and getting ready to crash out for the night after a long day.

He had seen the scout from Plergoth yesterday in a glade to the South. He had purposefully shown his camp in full view, and as the sun fell towards the evening he shouted out orders to his fellow Heenites. They doused the fires, and began to pack up their tents, preparing to leave. Discretely looking back at the glade, he saw the silhouette of a figure leaving to the south, running fast.

"Return to your beds nobles, but wake early and prepare for battle. They may think we are leaving to Worvobaen, but we will have a surprise for them if they try to march on Weghie."

He had been in contact with the High Marshall of Khthon earlier in the day, explaining the plans to misdirect to Worvobaen, but have Vlaanderen move in forces from Cwellndell to support Worvobaen instead and stay right where they were at their camp in Weghie. It had been their home for a few days now - but more and more Heenites were on their way, bringing supplies from home. He had forgotten to ask the Khthon General about the orders he had given the two militia units stationed in Weghie, but this would turn out to be a good thing.

He awoke before the sun rose in the morning, and sat eating some leven bread and drinking water from a flask. As the sun began to rise, he barked out orders to break camp. Turning towards the south the unmistakeable glint of metal caught his eye. In the direction of the glade were 8, no 9 Plergothian units. 8 units of infantry and a band of archers scattered amongst them.

"THIS IS IT. My first battle as High Marshall. Do not pray, for you have no need. Do not wish for luck, for you do not need it. Today you are more than men and women, today you are Heenites. THIS IS IT."

As he outlined his plans to the fellow troop leaders, he watched as the Plergothian army formed themselves into a long wall of infantry, the archer unit somewhere behind them. The plan was clever. The Heenite army was almost 100 strong in cavalry. Some thoroughbreds, some camels. He had come to like the hairy beasts since he first rode one. They were extremely regimented despite their playful nature. The plan was to have a double cavalry charge. The first units arriving at the same time as the Infantry, and the second wave bringing up the rear to finish off the enemy.

As the Heenites lined up on the battlefied, Thrydwulf noticed something wrong. What is Kesaria doing out there on the front? Did i order that? Why is he alone? But he had no time to correct the orders as the Plergothian units had already started their charge towards them. As they reached Kesaria and the Archer militia unit from Khthon they were so crowded they couldn't get a hit in. Kesaria's men fought like heroe's but they didn't have to for long, as Beatrice and Bayloc - the nobles from Kif were upon the enemy, charging the flanks. As they arrived and struck their first blows, the cavalry charge lead by Celia was upon the wall of infanty that used to be the Plergothian army. Thrydwulf, Riscoso and Jadine brought up the rear, crushing the already scattered opposition. Somewhere over 100 soldiers were killed in that immense charge. The plan had been effective. But it was helped by the confusion Kesaria had caused the Plergothian army.

As the Heenite units chased the last soldiers from the battlefield, Thrydwulf looked out over the field. 10 of his camels were slain, 2 more wounded, the rest of his men retreated soon after the charge. There had been few losses. Perhaps 80 or so, but wounded and dead Plergoth soldiers lay everywhere.

"Today, you are Heenites. Today I am proud." Thrydwulf cheered as the rest of the Heenites clustered around him. "Now we must move camps - this one will belong to the birds in no time. Find your soldiers who have fallen today, we will bury them now."

As the Heenite units set about clearing the battlefield, Thrydwulf smiled to himself - his first battle had been an outstanding victory, but he had also learned today that luck can sometimes be on yourside... I must go and thank Kesaria. He thought to himself as he put one of his soldiers mortally wounded camels to rest.