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บท 332: Plannin'

Nenya makes small talk with the trio within the main hall of the Longhouse, and as opposed to Galmar's earlier words, it doesn't take long for a plan to be decided. The planners all depart and Dengeir meets back up with the group and explains the basic plan that they'd come up with.

Until recently the Forsworn had kept their actions to village raids and or occasional merchant ambushes. But now they've started gathering their numbers, likely in preparation to attack the actual city.

Fortunately, bandits and crazy hag raven worshippers didn't have the best military structure, making them terribly slow when it comes to this sort of thing. This allowed Falkreath to learn of their plans, and start to prepare accordingly.

The Forsworn had allied with some cultist orcs down at Cracked Tusk Keep and were using it as a base of operations. The ruined fortress was directly West of Falkreath, and was close enough to threaten the city nearby just by its presence alone.

Falkreath's economy had essentially been put on hold. No lumbering could be undertaken, no hunting, no trading... Even adventurers were wary of the Hold, which, when considering how suicidal most of them were, really said something.

While the Fortress itself was ruined and dilapidated. Its walls would still prove to be an incredible obstacle to overcome. Indeed, unlike a regular castle, the walls were hard, yet brittle enough to collapse on any unlucky attackers.

Not to mention the various reinforcements the savages would have made in the meantime. Attacking into the Forsworn traps and defences would be arduous, costly, and overall, not worth the effort.

Despite all of this, offence was the only solution to this. Extermination of the Forsworn general Newmi, who'd been the head of the Forsworn operations in Falkreath Hold.

Unfortunately, Falkreath's lack of any siege weapons only raises the difficulty of an attack on Cracked Tusk Keep. Even with the Stormcloak's here to assist, breaching it in direct assault would be impossible with their current forces.

Megumin could have blown the place to pieces if given the choice, but Michael would not let that happen under any circumstances. They definitely didn't need the attention such firepower would garner.

Thus, the plan Dengeir, Galmar, and the others had come up with. They'd have archers equipped with vials filled with alchemical oils that would act as napalm when shot. They'd be used against the new wooden repairs of the fortress, and while the Forsworn dealt with that, a small elite force would sneak around the back and attack there.

The Forsworn would be forced to react to both attacks, Dengeir and Galmar were hoping that the group's lack of discipline and overall savage nature would leave holes that they could exploit.

There were problems with this plan of course. If Newmi was smarter than expected, then Falkreath's forces would be split, isolated, and easier to fend off. The Hag Ravens had to also be mentioned, the dark creatures had the potential to be stronger than most Mages. There was no telling how effective they'd be until the battle actually started.

Michael was sure things would go alright though. Even if shit hit the fan, Tiffania and Megumin had enough power to hold their own, and he could just assassinate the Forsworn general to end finish it anyway.

Once Dengeir was done explaining the plan, he goes off and changes into some ornate steel armour, a helmet hiding his bald head and making him far more intimidating than usual. "Well then, I don't suppose you three have got armour to wear? I know you use magic but, those robes look awfully thin." he remarks.

"Wait, are we going now?" Michael asks, surprised at the abruptness of it all.

He nods, "Aye, better do it now before their spies have a chance to warn them. And yes, they have many spies." he adds.

"Well, our robes are tough enough... I brought some armour with me as well." he says. The three of them were wearing their Ebonthread robes, he'd had some made for Megumin not long after she'd been summoned... She was very particular with the style of it however.

Even with how cold the weather in Skyrim was, she'd wanted her legs to be exposed. Something he and Eddith refused to allow. Still, she got some of her wishes, including the red accents and the peculiar witch's hat that looked remarkably similar to her original one.

Michael comes back after equipping his ebony scale mail over his robes, causing Dengeir to gape at him. "What? Is it not good enough?"

The man shakes his head, "Here I am, the Jarl of this Hold, in steel armour, while you're wearing stuff made of gods blood! Where'd you get the material for that!" he exclaims while pointing at the black armour.

Michael shrugs, "Got lucky? Anyway, don't we have a fortress to breach?"

Dengeir nods, "Right, let's get to it then." he says as he hefts a heavy steel warhammer.

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The troops are quickly mustered and led out of Falkreath towards the West where the enemy fortress lay. About a quarter of them were left behind to defend against a retaliatory counterattack, but no one thought such a thing would come to pass.

Michael glances over to Tiffania and Megumin who were walking beside him. The latter looked both excited and wary, probably because this was the first battlefield she'd be entering. He was pretty proud of how calm Tiffania looked though, she'd come a long way from the scared civilian that she once was.

"Alright, I hope I don't need to say this but I'll do it anyway. Megumin, no, fucking, explosions. Okay?" he emphasizes.

She nods, "Of course, what do you take me for? I'll stick only with the magic I've learned in this world!" she smugly retorts, as if she knew something he didn't.

...

"Tiff, keep her with you. She's your Familiar, so any trouble she causes will be your responsibility," he says semi-sarcastically.

The Half-Elf smiles, "We will be fine. Won't we?" she asks Megumin with an eye smile that promises many bad things.

Megumin shivers under it but forces herself to nod regardless, "Of course! I never go against my word! A Crimson Demon cannot lie!"

...

"Right..."


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บท 333: First Move

Soon enough, the attacking force reaches their destination, the Forsworn seemed to already be aware of them, so the Falkreath forces threw away any notion of stealth. A few hundred meters away from the Cracked Tusk Keep, Stormcloak archers sprung from behind the treeline with their bows already raised.

"Loose!" Galmar shouts, allowing his men to unleash their 'hot' ammunition.

The Forsworn give alerted shouts at this, but they are unable to do anything to prevent the volley of arrows that strike the log-wall fortifications.

*THWOOM!*

As if it were covered with oil sections of the wooden wall go up into flames. The Forsworn standing nearby them leap away or run in terror at the sudden conflagration, thinking that they'd be the next target if they stood around.

Some Forsworn stood their ground however, shooting back in retaliation... Unfortunately for them, the Stormcloak's had the high ground, making most of the Forsworn arrows miss, or lose so much power in transit that they were unable to breach the boiled leather and chainmail armour.

A few Forsworn mages quickly set to work on extinguishing the flames via Frost spells, but it's a slow-going effort due to the alchemical concoction that was used in their creation. Another volley of arrows later and the mages give up their futile attempts, likely thinking that there were more arrows like that to come.

Unbeknownst to them, the second volley was the last of the alchemical arrows, if they had just continued their efforts, they may have saved part of the wall... But now it was too late.

"Essence of all magic and death! Show my enemies what true might really is! Show them the hand that truly guides them!-"

Michael hears Megumin's chant and feels his heart drop, unable to leave the Jarl's side without being called a coward, she continues and finally finishes it...

"Make the world tremble! Explosion!" Megumin finishes, but doesn't twirl her staff, nor do magical circles form around her... Instead, many Fire Destruction Runes form along the tops of the walls where the Forsworn were standing.

A small lull of silence reigns as the runes take a moment to activate... And then.

*BOOOM!*

An explosion brings down what was left of the wall, additionally killing thirty or forty Forsworn as it all collapses.

"Haha! Take that you goat fuckers!" Jarl Dengeir laughs as the Forsworn scramble to create a sort of shield wall behind the burning remains of their wall, but they were struggling to withstand the continual volley of arrows, they'd probably flee as soon as the Stormcloak forces charged them.

Michael glances over his shoulder to congratulate Megumin on a job well done, but... She was currently laying face first on the ground with Tiffania next to her trying to help her up. Seems like she'd still used too much mana... Figures. To be frank, he was surprised that she was even able to cast Fire Runes so far in the first place...

Michael follows Jarl Dengeir closely as he leads his men forwards, his armour easily deflecting any stray shot that came to him. The man retrieves two average-sized vials before throwing them onto the burning remains of the wall, causing heavy smoke to billow out and smother it... Seems like such tactics weren't uncommon in this world.

With the flames smothered, Dengeir roars for the army to charge and it is parroted by Galmar who was on the Eastern front. Michael charges alongside him, slamming his shoulder into a Forsworn shield before thrusting his ebony sword through the unlucky man's unprotected neck... Their furs were no match for Michael, Dengeir's, or even the Stormcloak's weapons and armour. So while some more skilled Forsworn were holding the men off, it was only a matter of time before their frontline collapses.

Nearby, a shadow opens up behind from the ground and a shadowed claw wielding Derflinger pops up, stabbing a surprised Forsworn in the back as the sentient blade laughs. "Another!" he shouts, prompting Darth to skewer another man, and another.

The Falkreath forces were put off by the strange sight but ignored it for now as the creature appeared to be on their side.

Unfortunately, this was where the success for Falkreath started to falter, as Newmi and the Hag Ravens had made an appearance, along with the Forsworn's elite units... Briar-Hearts.

A Stormcloak soldier yells in fear as a Briar-Heart wielding an axe barrels into him, easily deflecting his sword and shield before cutting one of his arms off. Even after dealing the crippling injury the Briar-Heart wasn't finished, breaking the man's knee with a kick and bringing him low before crushing his head with an unbelievably strong stomp.

"RAAAGH!" the Briar-Heart roars, striking fear into some of the Stormcloak forces as they move to flank it.

The Briar-Heart kills another, but a flanking sword successfully finds its mark, burying itself into the Forsworn's side, puncturing a lung and likely many other vital organs.

"Y-yeah!" the Stormcloak yells but is taken off guard as a fist crushes his face. The Briar-Heart pulls put the blade sticking from its side as if it were nothing and continues its rampage. The blood seeping from its wound had already mysteriously clotted.

"M-Monster!"

"Fucking abominations!" Dengeir growls as he barely fends off another Briar-Heart, his heavy warhammer easily getting deflected by the pale-skinned fur-wearing man. "Fire! Use fire to kill these undead fucks!" he commands and Michael obliges.

"Dragon Slave!" he shouts, throwing out a massive gout of flames in the shape of a dragon that burns through the Briar-Heart and many other Forsworn behind it.

Despite the powerful attack it still wasn't dead however, the Briar-Heart sitting in the open cavity of the man's chest where his heart should be, glows intensely as it pulses like a heartbeat. The Briar-Heart's skin had all but been scorched into black charcoal, but it continued to try and move... Until Dengeir crushes the thing by planting his warhammer into its chest, causing the creature to instantly drop dead.

"That'll show you! Damned monster!"


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