Anton, Pik, Zion, and Kincaid appeared on the town common in a whirl of wind and light, teleported instantly from Misthaven to the besieged city. Tessara had already climbed out of a clump of crabgrass down the street and was heading for city hall, in search of the lord-mayor and military commander, a Captain Kesepton.
Events were moving quickly, and the enemy army had already formed up for an assault, which began with a wild charge by heavy foot, supported by archers. Anton and Pik, seeing the nearly broken spirits of the people, took to the walls to exhort them few defenders to do their best. Zion and Tessara used their magic to put out fires lit on the outer wall, and to douse flames launched into the city by archers & catapults. Kincaid fired innumerable arrows into the attacking waves.
The enemy’s ferocious attack was broken, but not without dead in the city, and noteworthy damage to the perimeter wall. As bucket brigades made up of ordinary citizens – children, the elderly – formed to prepare for another onslaught, the enemy’s war horns called for another charge.
Again the walls stood. The kings did what they could from within the city. Given that no cavalry or heavy foot had been assigned to Burmovton, opening the gates to let out even a party of skirmishers would have been a dereliction of duty, should the enemy be able to take the gates. So long as the walls held, the city would stand. By about 10pm, and after two bloody frontal assaults and enemy scouting parties probing the entire perimeter of the city, the attackers withdrew to the southeast, and were last seen moving off into the dark, moonless night, seemingly toward the Narlmarches, or possibly back to the Tatzylford Pike to the south. It was also possible that they might make for the Farmer’s Road, which led directly to Myralanna, the largest city in the northern portion of the realm.
By almost midnight most of the fires had been extinguished, the dead collected, and the wounded treated to the extent that magic and healing could accomplish on short notice.
The shocked look of the people gave the kings pause. War had come to the Mistmarches. The kings had not invited it, they had not asked for it, and yet it was here. And Burmovton had felt it first, and without the army to defend it. As they moved through the town, the kings could feel the questions, the accusations, the needs of the people: what will become of us? what will you do for us? who will suffer most for this war of the river kings?
Use this post to discuss, as the kings, what to do next. Remember that this took place only hours after you returned from the tournament. It’s been a long day, kings.