Post by the7thtrooper on May 20, 2008 13:45:37 GMT -5
Edward looked out across the plains and sighed. Moltke, his adjutant, walked up next to him. Moltke was a tall and sharp-faced woman in her late thirties.
"What is it now, Edward?" she asked, rolling her eyes. Edward shrugged.
"Spring melancholy, I think," he said. "Did the scouts have anything of value to say?" Moltke nodded, smiling.
"A Rebel army," she said. "Roughly five thousand men."
"Coming this way?" Edward asked, one eyebrow raised in surprise. Moltke nodded. She was smiling gleefully.
"Religious fanatics," she chuckled. "We´ll mow them down like nothing." Edward nodded with a predatory grin on his face. The camp was heavily fortified with stakes, barricades and trenches one meter deep.
"Put the arbalesters and fusiliers in the first line," Edward said, stroking his neck and throat with his left hand. It was a habit so old he wasn´t aware he was doing it anymore. "Did they bring artillery?"
"Trebuchets," Moltke said. "Shall I prepare the mangonels and ballistae?"
"Yes," Edward nodded. "How far away are they?"
"A week."
"What is it now, Edward?" she asked, rolling her eyes. Edward shrugged.
"Spring melancholy, I think," he said. "Did the scouts have anything of value to say?" Moltke nodded, smiling.
"A Rebel army," she said. "Roughly five thousand men."
"Coming this way?" Edward asked, one eyebrow raised in surprise. Moltke nodded. She was smiling gleefully.
"Religious fanatics," she chuckled. "We´ll mow them down like nothing." Edward nodded with a predatory grin on his face. The camp was heavily fortified with stakes, barricades and trenches one meter deep.
"Put the arbalesters and fusiliers in the first line," Edward said, stroking his neck and throat with his left hand. It was a habit so old he wasn´t aware he was doing it anymore. "Did they bring artillery?"
"Trebuchets," Moltke said. "Shall I prepare the mangonels and ballistae?"
"Yes," Edward nodded. "How far away are they?"
"A week."