I felt irresistibly drawn to this site of calamity it held an inexplicable sense of beauty. Through the massacre the miners had somehow managed to complete their work. The billowing smoke gave way to Siege towers even higher than the city walls. They began moving steadfastly as large beastmen clammered inside them. The beatmen archers moved into the trenches dug by the miners giving themselves a safe spot to fire upon us. An arrow the length of my arm whizzed past my head entering the man behind me I felt a large breath hit the nape of my neck as his body slumped lifelessly to the floor. I immediately turned back to the face of my friend Clayde who lay beneath me with an arrow protruding from his skull. I ducked  under the ramparts turning away from his corpse as tears slowly fell from my cheeks only to see waves of beastmen approach. They were fully visible for the first time, waves of lizardmen advanced in front of the main army. They walked is disorganized fashion and wore loose robes with hardened leather covering only their vitals. Men on the ramparts begun shuffling into defence formations and carried with them large black rings. The lizardmen ran in frenzy upon the city wall and began setting up ladders several detachments ran to what seemed to be the city gates. A commander who stood upon an arrow tower on the rampart yelled “ THROW THE FLAME RINGS KILL THEM ALL.”

( City Lord's Mansion)

Lord Hizen Pov

I could not help but frown at the report in my hands, we were heavily outnumbered and the king was unable to spare any troops to aide us. “Gerald what our chances of winning this battle”. “My lord they are very slim and we lack the sufficient supplies for a prolonged siege. “ Our only hope of winning is the beastmen army running out of food before we do.” I see so this will be a war of attrition “ All troops are to be rationed a single meal a day and civilians one meal every two days.”  This was going to be a harsh war i pray to the gods we win.

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Zerith Mors

The lizardmen in their loose robes began their ascent to the top of the wall. Scrabbling men set forward, torches were set to the rings, they were levered over the rampart with iron tongs and set bouncing and spinning down the edge like demented circles of fire. The effect was devastating the clothes of two or three soldiers at a time would get trapped by the giant wheels. They became balls of flame as they screamed for mercy. The dark sky was illuminated by the scattered bodies of lizardmen set ablaze. I attempted to retreat to the back of the ranks but the crowd of men behind me wouldn’t budge. I slowly adjusted my helmet as the massive siege towers of the beastmen approached the walls. My limbs were stone; I could feel neither hands nor feet. I prayed with every ounce, simply for the courage not to faint. The siege towers made a huge thud as they hit the city walls men stumbled onto to their knees due to the already bad footing caused by the rain. I recalled my feet planting them solid on blood  and urine on the floor, the walls of the tower fell exposing masses of various beastmen charging at us. The already crowded rampart offered no space for neither friend nor for. I could feel the breathing of knights behind me and see the eyes of beastmen in front of me. I raised my sword parallel my body and a green scaled lizardmen ran straight into. His scales offered no resistence to my steel sword as he slid along it.