AidThe castle was an old, motte-and-bailey style, not the modern star forts that were popular around Castulo. Its earthworks were rough and simple. The palisade was a single row of unhewn logs, and there was no walk-around; instead, a couple rickety platforms loomed above the wall, from which archers could fire. The motte was high enough, but the keep at its top was little wider than a tower and couldn’t be more than three stories tall.
I reached the entrance to the bailey, and the doors opened for me. The enclosed field was large enough for the small army gathered there but had space for little else. The bunkhouse could fit maybe a few hundred troops, and its storehouse could feed them for a month at most. Unless, of course, she had Tubelicious.
Epics are written of soldiers’ bravery,
