04-06-2009, 05:21 AM
Time Skip
Hunter's armies pushed into Frankish land and soon found grounds to pillage. As they did they got scattered reports of Brittianian warriors fleeing with Frankish civilians, though most were written off as raiders who were unlucky enough to be there when the Saxons struck. Their forces swept across the land and overran all attempts at fighting back. The Frankish warrior was often a weak man in leather armor armed only with a flimsy wooden shield and a pitchfork or spear at best, no match for Saxon steal. They were nearing the center of the territory now and the Frankish capital, The Saxon Army divided into two as to cover more ground, one half led by Hunter while the other was led by Alexander.
As the great warleader and his army approached the castle, they entered the hilly area that made up most of these lands. The sky was dark, a storm was brewing and many could tell much blood would be spilled before the day ended. "Hunter! Hunter! My lord Hunter!" Yelled a messenger on horseback as he approached the camp they had made to wait for Alexanders forces to rejoin them. The man was one Alexander's personal guard, and he was badly bloodied and wounded, his horse hardly able to stand. Horse and man fell to the ground when they arrives and many soldiers had to come forth to pull the man from beneath his horse. "Lost..Lost its all lost.." The man mumbled as he was pulled free.
Hunter's armies pushed into Frankish land and soon found grounds to pillage. As they did they got scattered reports of Brittianian warriors fleeing with Frankish civilians, though most were written off as raiders who were unlucky enough to be there when the Saxons struck. Their forces swept across the land and overran all attempts at fighting back. The Frankish warrior was often a weak man in leather armor armed only with a flimsy wooden shield and a pitchfork or spear at best, no match for Saxon steal. They were nearing the center of the territory now and the Frankish capital, The Saxon Army divided into two as to cover more ground, one half led by Hunter while the other was led by Alexander.
As the great warleader and his army approached the castle, they entered the hilly area that made up most of these lands. The sky was dark, a storm was brewing and many could tell much blood would be spilled before the day ended. "Hunter! Hunter! My lord Hunter!" Yelled a messenger on horseback as he approached the camp they had made to wait for Alexanders forces to rejoin them. The man was one Alexander's personal guard, and he was badly bloodied and wounded, his horse hardly able to stand. Horse and man fell to the ground when they arrives and many soldiers had to come forth to pull the man from beneath his horse. "Lost..Lost its all lost.." The man mumbled as he was pulled free.
