Summer 1095 SR
Another rock struck the wall, sending shards of stone flying in all directions, the noise reverberating through the courtyard, adding an echo to the already ominous sound.
Summer had come, but not much else had changed. The endless assault on the walls continued, unabated, day and night, and the defenders were growing weary of it. Lord Wulfram had cut back on the food rations, the better to last through the siege. All within were a little thinner, but life carried on despite the army outside their walls, poised to destroy them.
Ludwig, high atop the keep, looked down at the confusion below. Even now, after many days of constant attack, Lord Wulfram’s men were still skittish. Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned to see Rosalyn.
“Anything new to report?” she asked.
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