Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin – Chapter 7

By the twenty-fifth day of the siege, the proud walls of Rondinburg were crumbling. Those architectural giants who had denied the assailants passage, like cliffs bestaying the thundering breakers, were falling beneath tools of human construction. Those men whose arrows shattered against them and whose ladders toppled over when attempting to mount them; these men, by a machine of their own construction, a catapult, were turning to rubble those colossal bulwarks. As water wears away stones, so did these engines wear away the strength of Rondinburg. All that remained was for the destructive breakers to surge over the breached cliffs and flood the mainland, to flood every habitation and wipe away every living thing. For the men of Rondinbug, though their hearts plummeted, they gripped their swords a little tighter and kept their stations, knowing that if death was their calling, it was their duty. In one location, at the front of the city near the main gate, the Earl had focused the main force of his catapults. Under their barrage, the wall there had crumbled nearly to the ground. (more…)

Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin – Chapter 6

As the second week of the siege came to an end, the walls of Rondinburg began to crumble under the relentless hammering of the catapults. The situation became increasingly desperate with each passing day. No man gave up courage, but many gave up hope. Even Sir Aldren, though he only increased in valor and strength, would not speak of the fate of the city and had grown solemn and grave. (more…)

History

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I read a poem today
By my great grandmother
And what I read there
Made me wonder

She wrote of my Grandma
When but a girl
Holding her doll in her arms
Adorable (more…)

Treachery Against The House Of Fairwin – Chapter 5

The second wave of invaders rushed across the bridge like a pack of wolves hungry for the stag. They were met by bristling spears, but the invaders were skilled and fierce and they managed to close with the defenders. The shield wall of the men of Rondinburg was shaken, but it held firm. With each attacker that fell, a new warrior took his place. The corpses began to pile on both sides. The wave of invaders was like the huge waves of the sea which crash against a firm wall. That wall, if it is not strengthened, will most certainly fall beneath the relentless thundering of the waves. And so with each passing moment, with each thrust of the spear, the line of the men of Rondinburg was weakened. Most of the standing defenders were wounded, but they could not leave their post for lack of numbers. (more…)