Summer 965 MC
The city of Ravensguard lay nestled between the two arms of a mountain, giving the place a majestic feel. Small watchtowers occupied the tips of each arm, allowing sentries there to hurl great rocks from their catapults at any approaching enemy.
Past the outstretched arms stood the city"s main gatehouse, flanked by two large, round towers. The gate was an immense structure, with thick, iron-bound doors that rose past the height of two men. The entire city appeared impregnable.
Gerald gazed at the place in wonder. "How high would you say those walls are?" he asked.
Urgon thought carefully before answering. "Too high to climb with a ladder," he said. "And the ground here is too rough to use a siege tower. What do you make of the catapults?"
"They"re poorly placed," the mar
