Parts 1 and 2 of this four-part (probably) series can be found here and here respectively.
The grey walls of Gretmot
poked out of the treetops. Blurs up on
the battlements focused into bowmen as Lady Edlewine hit the tree line. Fewer than a dozen trees thick, the forest
buffeted little but visibility. As it
was, Edlewine managed only snatches of the trolls’ burly forms. A southern troll in plainer view hefted a
rock from the unkempt plain toward the fortress. The cracking of stone mixed with snarling from
the trolls and shouts from the men.
“There sounds to be quite a
few of them,” said Baron Raymond.
Edlewine adjusted her
skirts. “Sixteen trolls and an ogre.” More
than even I have fought with far more retainers. Aramel may be needed after all, she
Prince Luther cleared his
throat. “At the time of Lady Edlewine’s departure,
she means. Surely Gretmot’s defenders
lessened their number.”
The party galloped out into
the field of battle. Edlewine spotted
three massive corpses strewn across the grass, each with no less than a score
of arrows embedded in their torsos. One
troll staggered, its hands clutching at a tight grouping of bodkins plunged
into its heart. It dropped to its knees,
and then collapsed in a heap.
“Worry not, my fellows,” came
Sir Henry’s whine. “We have a troll
hunter among us.” Edlewine turned to
frown at him. He smirked back.
“Do not charge them head-on,”
said Edlewine, returning to her usual facing.
“The Baron and I will swing to the back of their formation. Prince Luther, take your knights just behind
their center. Harry the back line while
we slit their hamstrings.”
“As you say, milady,” said the
Prince. He motioned for his men to
Edlewine caught a glance of
the lone ogre, its biceps rippling as it lifted up a stray boulder. A wolf-shaped burn adorned its near
shoulder. Likely the Wolf King, she thought.
“God be praised,” shouted an
archer from the crenels. “Reinforcements.”
Edlewine looked toward the
wall, smiling weakly. She drew her longsword
from its enamel scabbard and kneed her horse toward the rearmost hill troll.