To the victor.... (Kiric_Rand x angelique2206)

[Kiric_Rand]

Deep in the forest, just outside the kingdom walls, an army was gathering, massive in number, fearless in reputation, brutal in training. There, they sat and waited, dressed for war, war that they were promised would soon arrive. Standing at the head was Andres Morton, known to most as The Iron Warlord. His rule was ruthless, and today would be the day, the day he finally gained control of the kingdom that had once exiled him.

Within his helmet he grinned, the call to battle deep in his mind. He was ready, anxious to tear down those walls. Soon, he would rule this kingdom, just like the many that had fallen before him. This was the Age of Iron, this was his age. He raised his sword, a signal to the siege engines to prepare. As he watched, waited, the air around him went silent. "Begin the assault."

He lowered his sword, and soon after the sounds of cables that had been held in such tension unwinding, launching large stones towards the walls.