An Old Midlish Rhyme
The wind from the North sings of heroes of Olde
The wind from the East makes our blood run Cold
The wind from the South smells of Spices and Gold
But the wind from the West tells of warriors Bold.

Wednesday, September 30, 2026

Just In Time

After a long march through the rugged pass, the Midlish Earl was surprised when his scouts reported that the enemy was alert and in battle line with dust clouds in the distance suggesting that reinforcements were on their way.

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After a short survey of the enemy position, the Duke gave orders for his column to deploy for battle.

The sight of the Duke with his companions roused a chorus of cheers
from the warriors from this village, the woods folk and sheep herders,
who had gathered when the Raven came cawing the danger to come.

At last the armies were deployed and the arrows began to fly.

The defenders on the hills fought bravely and repelled the first attack,
but the enemy cavalry and bowmen were working their way around both flanks.
They had to start falling back to less open terrain.

After the break while the armies redeployed the skirmishers continued
to trade arrows. At last,the battle line began to advance again.
 The Midlish knights advanced on their flank, ready to break a tired enemy.
 

The fighting was determined on both sides but neither cavalry charges nor infantry were able to break the defenders defending their village.

As the sun began to sink, the Midlish General sent his Herald to offer a parley. After a short exchange, the Valdurian Duke agreed to halt the fighting while the Midlish army retreated back through the pass.













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