My Lords, Ladies and noble knights, pray take heed whilst I tell you of the battle between the

Noble
Viscomte de Eskmeals and the vile High Elf trespassers of Prince Rathirlan of Caledor.
It was the twenty fifth day of the Season of Sun in the one thousandth five hundredth and forty fifth
year of our Lady, in the twenty third year of the reign of our most noble and Gracious Louen
Leoncoeur, King of Bretonnia, Duc de Couronne, Defender of the Faith, Beloved son of Bretonnia
and Champion of our most Holy Lady.
James Bigert, Viscomte de Eskmeals sat in his great hall presiding over the evening feast, attended by
his personal household, when a lone Yeoman burst in through the great oak doors. He staggered
down the length of the Hall past the startled guests and family members to finally collapse at his
lords feet. Le Viscomte rose from his seat and bent to the fallen warrior, with his dying breath the
young peasant whispered that a great fleet had landed on the shores of the Viscomtes domain and a
large army was disembarking.
Le Viscomte arose calling his personal household to him and ordering his squires to fetch his armour
and saddle his Warhorse. A few scant hours later he and his men were fully armed, armoured and
saddled with his personal standard unfurled. The local peasant militia had been roused and the small
force marched forth.
Le Viscomte de Eskmeals led his force of seven Knights, his son carrying his personal standard, his
daughter the Damsel Elisabeth, five mounted yeomen and their Warden, Pierre Bonn, and a small
detachment of ten peasant bowmen led by their Villein. The final addition to Le Viscomtes force was
the Field Trebuchet, Le Thunder, drawn by six oxen.
Le Viscomte carried his Birthsword, given unto him by his Father on his birthing day, a great helm
made of Gromril gifted to his Family by Snorri Grimesson, and finally a seed of rebirth held by his
family for generations. His ever duteous son carried the Banner of Chalons into battle. The Lady
Elisabeth carried the chalice of Malfleur.
As they marched toward the beach the Mounted Yeomen scouted ahead under the expert guidance of
their veteran warden, six hours after dawn Pierre reported to Le Viscomte that a small force of Elves
had been sighted nearing the lookout tower of Gubbergill, held by a detachment of 10 peasant
bowmen and their Villein. Le Viscomte thought about the tower and its location. He remembered
that the tower had been defended by Blazing Barricades and that there was a small guardroom close
by. He also recalled a dark charnel pit seething with bones and blood that had never suffered itself to
be covered. He immediately called together his Knights and the senior peasants to plan their
positioning.
The field of battle was centred on the lookout tower. To the south of the tower was the guardhouse,
the Blazing Barricade spread to the north and east of the guardhouse leaving a small gap between the
end of the Blazing Barricade and the tower. Another small barricade stretched to the north of the
tower. In the north east corner of the field was the only hill. The dark charnel pit lay to the north of
the tower and the Blazing Barricade.
As Le Viscomte arrived on the field and his small force began deploying he could see the Elves
deploying to the East. The Elves had brought a large force of twenty archers which occupied the hill
to the north east. A large unit of 20 Spearmen were mustering directly to the East of the watchtower
with a small contingent of 10 Swordmasters to the north of the spearmen. The Elven general stood
with his Swordmaster body guard and a Mage stood among the Archers on the hill. Opposite this Le

Viscomte mustered his Trebuchet, Le Thunder in the North West corner of the field protected by the
small detachment of bowmen who set up their stakes and lit the braziers. The Damsel Elisabeth
joined these bowmen. To the south of the Trebuchet Pierre Bonn deployed his Mounted Yeomen.
These were all to the north of the Tower and charnel pit, directly opposite the Elven archers. Finally
Le Viscomte led his noble Knights onto the field to the south of the Guardroom. The tower remained
in the hands of its small garrison of bowmen.
At a sign from Le Viscomte the entire Army bent knee and prayed to the Lady of the Lake for her
deliverance and protection.
As our noble knights arose from their prayers the High Elves began their advance. Having seen Le
Viscomtes somewhat unusual deployment the Elven general order his spearmen to march directly
toward the tower whilst he wheeled his Swordmasters around to the south and marched toward the
guardhouse and the southerly Blazing Barricade.
The Elven mage drew the winds of Magic to him and seemed to draw extra power from the sorcerous
banner carried by the Swordmasters. As he cast his eyes across the field however he soon realised
that none of the Bretonnians were in range of his spells. He therefore attempted to drain the area of
magic. The lady Elisabeth saw his intent and cast powerful counter charms foiling the mages
attempts to drain magic.
As the Elven Spearmen and Swordmasters manoeuvred into their new positions the archers on the hill
let loose against Pierre and his brave Yeomen. A hail of arrows fell amongst the poorly armoured
horsemen and soon only Pierre was left standing, his shield filled with the hafts of Elven arrows. As
he looked at his fallen comrades his heart was filled with a sense of foreboding and dread but he
bravely held his ground and silently promised his fallen comrades that their deaths would not be in
vain.
Having seen the Elves re-deployment Le Viscomte allowed himself a grim smile and ordered his
Knights to advance to the east, as they cantered along they were soon positioned to the south of the
guardhouse and Blazing Barricade. The peasants and the Lady Elisabeth held their ground in the
north east.
Elisabeth looked to the heavens and drew the power of the winds to her, she began chanting the words
to cast the Throne of Vines, seeing this the Elven Mage began to chant a counter curse but Elisabeth
was soon struggling to control the power she had called forth, eventually she cast the spell with an
irresistible force. She was unable to contain the magical feedback and a powerful backlash hit her,
but our most Holy Lady protected the young Elisabeth and the energies were dispersed with no harm
coming to her.
In the centre the Villein of the tower guard could see the approaching Elven Spearmen and deemed
them to be his most pressing threat, ordering his men to fire into the advancing regiment. The guard
let fly, their arrows struck home and one of the haughty elves fell dead. The archers guarding Le
Thunder also let loose their arrows, only their target was the large regiment of high elf archers on
the hill. It was a long range for the bowmen and few of the arrows made it to their target, although
one found its mark and an Elven bowman fell from the hill. Finally the blacksmith in charge of Le
Thunder had finished his preparations and with a yell he let loose the trebuchets payload. The rock
flew straight and true and landed directly on top of the large unit of Elven Spearmen. The Elf directly
beneath the blast saw his danger and managed to throw himself clear at the last possible second.

Eleven of his brethren were not so lucky, as the razor sharp shrapnel shredded their feeble armour
and they died in droves. To their credit these haughty elves did not break after such a terrible loss.
Still reeling from the horrific losses inflicted by the Bretonnian artillery the Spearmen attempted to
charge the watch tower. Luckily for the tower guard the Elves must have been greatly shaken by their
losses as their stumbling and shambolic charge failed to reach the tower. The Swordmasters
attempted to march further to the south to face Le Viscomte and his noble knights, but even with the
inspiring presence of their General, the proximity of the Bretonnian archers in the tower led to the
Swordmasters advancing cautiously, never reaching the Barricade.
Again the Elven Mage realised he was out of range for his spells and so attempted to drain the field of
Magic. Elisabeth struggled to dispel his first attempt and was unable to stop him at his second
attempt. The young Damsel was still shaken from her near catastrophe when casting Throne of Vines.
The Elven archers again drew back their bowstrings and aimed at the archers protecting the
trebuchet. Not all were in range however and only fourteen could fire. This was more than enough
as even with the long range and the protection of their stakes five Bretonnian archers fell pierced by
Elven shafts. Once again the peasants showed their mettle steeling themselves for more suffering and
refusing to flee in the face of such terrible casualties.
Le Viscomte led his Knights to the end of the southern Blazing Barricade and wheeled them to face
the Elven Swordmasters, he now had a clear run into the Swordmasters and the rear of the Spearmen.
The brave Pierre had had enough of the Elven archers using his friends and comrades as target
practice and so spurred his noble mount Ron into a canter toward the hill.
Lady Elisabeth decided it was time to heal the wounds of the brave peasants around her and she
started the chant for the powerful spell of re-growth. The Elven Mage was able to dispel after a long
magical struggle which ended with him succeeding by the narrowest of margins.
The tower guard again fired upon the Spearmen hitting twice but both arrows were deflected by the
elves armour. Again the archers protecting the trebuchet fired against the Elf archers and again
struck down one. Finally Le Thunder was ready to fire again and this time the Blacksmith drew
aim on the Swordmasters threatening his Lord. With a yell and a prayer he let loose the mighty rock
and again scored a direct hit. The Elven general was thrown to the floor by the Blademaster as the
rock hit. When the dust and earth settled the Elven noble stood and looked around him to see the
bloodied remains of his guard. Not a single Swordmaster was left standing!
Reeling from the devastation caused by the Bretonnian peasants the Elves decided to continue their
assault on the tower. The Spearmen charged into combat with the tower guard whilst their General
moved to protect their rear from the waiting Bretonnian knights.
The Elven mage smiled with undisguised glee as he realised that Pierre had come within range of his
magic. Calling upon the winds of magic he fired a furious magic missile at Pierre only for it to be
deflected by the Lady Elisabeth. Vexed the Elf tried to cast the spell again although this time he
bungled his incantation and the winds escaped him.
Again the Elven archers fired upon the peasant bowmen protecting the trebuchet and again their fire
proved to be deadly accurate, felling three of the brave peasants. Surely the two remaining must now
flee in the face of such accurate fire? But no! The brave peasants vowed that they would not shame
their lord in his hour of glory by fleeing the field like some Mousillon scum.

In the centre the lightning fast elves thrust and parried in the confines of the tower but to no avail,
they failed to harm a single member of the tower guard. In response the ill trained and ill disciplined
peasants managed to kill two of the expert spearmen. One by dropping a rock on his head as he
assaulted and the other as he tripped on a strategically placed banana skin!
Finally Le Viscomte led his noble knights on a glorious charge into the Elven General. The noble Elf
held his ground and took the charge. Pierre Bonn also charged into the archers on the hill!
Lady Elisabeth failed to cast re-growth on her bowman body guard, the loss of life and carnage that
surrounded her was greatly upsetting to the young damsel schooled in the ways of healing.
The two archers tried to console the Lady Elisabeth as there were no elves within range of their bows.
The tower guard again fired on the spearmen but failed to kill any. The Blacksmith considered firing
on the Elven Spearmen but decided that the risk to the tower and to Le Viscomte was too great.
As Pierre and Ron charged into the archers, the noble steed stumbled on a root in the uneven ground,
seizing their chance two archers pounced, hamstringing the horse and stabbing Pierre in the chest.
On the other side of the field the Knights crashed into the Elven General. With his lightning reflexes
and dextrous weapon skill he launched himself at Le Viscomte, too furious to issue a challenge and
too swift to allow Le Viscomte time to issue one. His mighty Wight blade scored two blows upon our
noble Lord. The first was turned by Le Viscomtes armour whilst the second rebounded from the
magical Gromril helm. Le Viscomte, his Son the Battle standard bearer and the Gallant of the
Knights then proceeded to cut the Elven General to pieces. With a cry of Victory Le Viscomte led his
knights into the rear of the Elven spearmen that had just been repulsed from the tower.
On the hill the Elven Mage watched as his cousin Aurelian was cut down and trampled beneath the
hooves of the victorious Humans. Saddened by the loss and realising that the spearmen faced a
similar fate he ordered the archers to withdraw in good order, so that he might bring word of this
defeat to his Prince, Rathirlan.
After the last Elf had been dispatched, James Bigert, Le Viscomte de Eskmeals walked over to where
his old friend and brother in arms, Pierre Bonn lay in a pool of blood. Bent over the old peasant was
the Lady Elisabeth, her hands on Pierres chest her eyes closed and her lips gently chanting a charm.
Suddenly her hands began to glow and the old peasant gasped and convulsed, his eyes opening wide.
Le Viscomte smiled; once again Pierre would be able to ride to battle at his lords side ready to face
these Elven invaders.