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Region: The East Pacific

Shavara wrote:OOC: Decided to respond now because where I am is 11:00 PM (or at least when I started writing), so today is tomorrow.

IC:

Cloudy. Skies upon the ambience and area are filled with God's dropped blankets, not letting his lamp shine upon a town where the good have realized he exists and worship him. A Sanquis Catholic man is pressing his two hands together, inside a place with divine lights supported by angels of lamps and a choir singing for peace upon the people of Dolorém. That man is named José Castrillón, he is a commander of a Serpie unit he is leading, he is praying to God for mercy, good luck and safety for him, people here, Hispania and his peasant family.

When a priest leads a singing, an advisor violently kicks the doors of the church that Castrillón is in. When he finds the commander, the advisor seems panicked, saying reports while trying to keep a calm tone.

- "Your gracious individual Castrillón, I have something to say, and it is not good." -

José Castrillón seemed a bit confused, but paused on praying. - "What is the news then?" -

- "We have spotted an army with seemingly black armor, they might be those Tyrists, and they are heading towards us." -

The commander Castrillón stands up. - "Those barbarians... let me gather the men. I pray to God that we defend ourselves." - He starts to walk from the seat of the church, leaving the place. The priest, who has heard the word 'barbarians', tells an order to ring the bells of the church, with monks doing so.

The General and Commander Castrillón of a Serpie unit yells at his men to pick up their arquebuses and swords, they oblige with the order, running to get said weapons. Eight hundred Serpie troops, with their gunpowder rifles and swords, start to go up to the walls' defensive positions, while twenty of other Serpie troops bring in ten cannons.

Bells in the town, including the church's, start ringing, alerting people and settlers about a barbaric Tyrist invasion. Dozens of non-Serpie units such as pikemen, crossbow users, swordsmen and some non-Seripe Arquebusiers gather around the city. When defensive men are ready, commander José Castrillón goes up the ladder to give a speech.

✟ - "ATTENTION, BRAVE MEN OF HISPANIA! - Yelled José. - "We are here in Dolorém to spread the message of Christ and the good! We will not let these dark age barbarians to interrupt our missions! We will not let these barbarians burn our settlements! We will not these DAMNED barbarians from the SHORES OF HELL disrupt our deliveries of wealth for the good people of Dolorém! We WILL repel these monsters! May God, Christ and the Divine light protect us from the devilish beasts." - Arquebusiers and Serpie units cheered, some started to pray before the Tyrists reached the range. ✟

Hearing the bells' commotion, the men in front picked up speed. Twenty huge siege ladders, the only thing remotely similar to siege engines in the Tyrist arsenal, are deployed, and the Knights begin climbing. The ones with smaller weapons, like single-handed swords or axes, with the occasional hammer here and there, go first, keeping their shields on their backs and making themselves small targets. Their goal is to make it to the top and distract the guards while the remaining Tyrists climb.

The first wave sees two Tyrist knights climbing each ladder, with the second knight hiding behind the first to keep themselves even more shielded. The remaining Tyrists hold their position at the ladder, ready to defend it or to climb it, whatever their King may command of them.

A couple dozen out of the large host carry longbows and some arrows. They aim their powerful bows, which are anywhere from 50-100 pounds in draw weight, and they launch the razor sharp arrows at the guards atop the walls.

In an attempt to spread chaos and confusion, King Gotthard orders a few men set fire to the gate and any wood structures they can reach. Fires are additionally lit in the grass to either side of the army to create a shield of flames and smoke that would protect them from the line of sight of potential enemies. They leave an outlet open just in case they need to retreat.

To augment the chaos and confusion of all the volleys of arrows, flames and smoke, and climbing soldiers, the rest of the host bang their weapons on their armor or shields and shout battle cries. Whether to increase their own morale, or to scare or confuse the Hispanics, it is hard to say.

(OOC: Idk how realistic this is because I have never written medieval battles before and my formerly strong memory of irl medieval tactics and such is fading into obscurity while the fantasy is coming out.)

Shavara, Danelaw Scandinavia, and Technocratic tagalog

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