Bump for the new chapter, a failure chapter though...
Chapter 2: The Omen
June 20, 1257
Bah, I should have just waited in Dhirim...we left at dawn to try and break the seige of Rindyar Castle. I supplemented my recent loss with mercenaries from Dhirim, and I had successfully recruited some Cavalry and Horsemen. We rode fast and hard, the siege wasn't supposed to be all that large, but halfway there it began to pour, and my leading knight trotted his horse up next to me for a word.
"Sir, I don't believe it would be good idea to fight in such weather, the horses may get mucked down."
I turned to him with a smile, "I think we can manage we have at least a few hundred soldiers backing us up."
He looked ahead into the rain, "I don't know sir, it just seems...wrong..."
"I'll have no more of it!" I ended with a bellow, and he fell back into line.
When we arrived to Rindyar we saw veteran knights turning tail and running full speed at us, the rain making it hard for us to see what they were running from. We made a full stop and listened for noise. A low rumble. My men looked at me worryingly, and I yelled for the men to charge foolishly towards our failure. I don't remember why I did it, I thought we could hold them off, but I was wrong. With horror I looked to see the enemy force.
What have I done...
We managed to retreat with a majority of my force surviving. About two hours later, as we trekked through the mud, we heard that foreboding rumble again, but too late did we turn to run, they flanked us. We tried our best to hold them off, me and my men holding ground against our inevitable failure. We took out about 10 men before we ourselves began to fall before them like a scythe to wheat. So many men, dead. I watched in horror as we fled the horror behind us evolve into a massacre.
The flank...
Soon after we retreated, how many men did we loose? I lost count, all I know is that we had to escape or we would surely die. After two days of fleeing an army we could not see, we had made it Senuzgda Castle, what a sight. Many of my men, having lost faith in me, deserted along the way. How could you blame them? Your commander has just lost and fled three times consecutively. I would have deserted too!! My men let out a sigh of relief as we approached Senuzgda, perhaps we would get some rest there.