The night at Fort Lasthold was short and tense, filled with the harsh sounds of steel being sharpened and last-minute tactical briefings. The setting: Fort Lasthold, battlefield, was a landscape of stark contrasts: the towering granite fortress against the desolate plains stretching into the tribal lands.
As the first faint light of Dawn broke, the ground began to tremble. In the distance, a dark, churning mass crested the horizon. It was the Tribal army approaches (10,000+ warriors). The sheer size of the force was staggering, a terrifying wave of organized savagery ready to smash against the Imperial defenses.
Within the fort, the garrison prepared. They numbered 5,000 soldiers plus 2,000 mercenaries, making them outnumbered but fortified. The high, thick walls of Fort Lasthold were de
