Alright it crashed again, but this time i actually got through the damn seige. Went down a little differently than last time.
Casat wheezed as he carried several large marble bricks up to the second floor scaffolding of the church. His life had become ceaseless agony since the thunderbird attacked, tearing his insides to shreds and leaving him a ruined husk of a man. Even so, he refused to stop working, refused to make himself a burden to the town that he held so dearly. The horn had been blown, more invaders or some such. He did not trouble himself, the city would prevail on the backs of sturdier warriors than himself. As he eased himself back down the stairs, he looked sharply to his right. Several shambling corpses were literally right next to him. In the front was what used to be an elf, wielding a massive platinum mace. The last thing Casat thought before he was torn to pieces was that maybe the pain would finally stop.
Almightfuzz was sprinting towards west gate with his troops. Newcomer Sylkie Ialen was called upon to rally anyone who had ever previously held a weapon in order to bolster our forces. The plan was to lure half the undead within the walls, slam the drawbridge shut and effectively cut their forces in half. What Fuzz had not anticipated was his old warbuddy Casat disregarding the panic burrow and getting killed. With a mighty cry of rage and loss the militia surged fowards, even as the drawbridge abruptly snapped up and catapulted one of the undead into a wall.
Our forces cut the undead down. Their advantage in numbers had been nullified using the gate and as such our forces were able to slay the invaders with impunity. Django bisected several of them, The new militia sargent held his own. Even the fortress soapmaker SAC pitched in, lancing the undead with a mithril pike.
After the first batch had been eliminated the drawbridge slammed down once again, and our forced sallied forth from the gate. The remaining undead milled about, lacking purpose without a clear path to the heart of the city. Our forces split in two, Fuzz leading half the troops south while Sylkie took the rest north. Seperated, the undead were weak. Unable to fall on our forces as a unified mass of rotting flesh, they quickly fell to the edge of our blades and the might of our warriors.
The aftermath of the battle is a big fuckoff pile of blood and corpses, and nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises on our warriors. Separating the undead is definitally the way to go, these proper undead actually have weapons and armor that they use. The bowmen even fire their ranged weapons. Unfortunately no necromancers surfaced their heads this time around. Mistyscholar holds.
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