Grancourt Family/The Keffa Campaign/The Assaulf on Keffa

The Assault of Keffa

The Heenite Army had been looting Ashborn lands for the past 2 days. They were backing the army of Sint in their war against Ashborn, and orders were given this morning to assault the city of Keffa after the Ashborn troops had moved out and would not get back in time.

The Battle

Thrydwulf looked out over the remains of the battle inside and out of the city walls. It was his second battle as High Marshall, and his second victory. Things were going well. They had assaulted a fortress, taken on the militia and already begun to reclaim some of the posessions obviously stolen from the Western Badlands.

The adrenaline still flowed through Thrydwulf's veins. The sounds of steel on wood, iron on leather and the screams of the Ashborn Militia as they were dispatched by the forces of Sint and Heen still rang is his ears. Remembering the events in a battle always took a while - especially when you got so involved.

As they approached the walls, the 8 siege towers of the attackers started to work their way forwards, the sturdy wooden structures providing ample cover from all the archers inside the walls. Thrydwulf and the rest of the Cavalry had positioned themselves behind the rows and rows of soldiers, preparing to canter over the breached walls. The siege engines were pushing uphill however, and the soldiers were struggling ot make quick headway. The Cavalry charge was too soon, and the units ended up riding up and down the walls avoiding the rrows from the Ashborn archers.

However, the spirit of the attackers was not crushed. As soon as the siege towers were at the walls, their soldiers clambered up the many stories of ladders, and other units followed them. Once inside and at the top, they opened up the gate, crushing a couple of soldiers standing along the walltops under its weight, and immediately stormed the militia based there.

Thfydwulf had watched as wave upon wave of Heenite and Sint soldiers crushed into the archers atop the walls, waiting for the gates to be opened.

As he heard the creak of the iron chains holding the gate tumble to the solid ground, he ordered his men into a quick charge. The camels of the desert responding well to his commands. His men, already a couple down pounded through the gates, and into the awaiting enemy.

After the sounds of battle had died down he searched around for the Nobles of Heen. Turning into the sun, he saw a clump of soldiers around a man, thankfully still moving. As he rode his steed to the group, he looked straight into the eyes of a wounded Fror.

"No! Fror?! Are you ok?" Thrydwulf asked? He only got a mumbled response, before the healers took him away to a safe place. So there had been one casualty. His good friend. Now they would be unable to complete their after battle tradition. I guess it can wait till he's back on his feet... Thrydwulf thought.

Suddenly there was a cry...

Every head turned towards the sound, a chilling scream from the mouth of someone they heard talk often. As many of the surviving men ran towards the sound, Thrydwulf noticed a shadow sneaking away through the alleys. Approaching the body, still alive - but only just he recognised the face of the priest Riaan. A dagger still hilt deep in the mans side - the work of an infiltrator...

As he looked closer at the knife, he saw a note attached by a thin ribbon. Reading the note, he handed it to the nearest soldier. Turning towards the alley he had seen the figure fleeing to he shouted:

"An infiltrators first mistake is to let the enemy know where he hides"

Turning back towards Riaan, he saw the healers frantically ordering soldiers to make a stretcher, and debating whether or not it was wise to pull the dagger out now, or wait until they had moved him to the tent.

Thrydwulf finally made his way back to his men - looked over their scratches and cuts and ordered the healthy ones to erect their tent and build a fire anywhere they could find space. For there would be more fighting tomorrow.