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The Stand of the Ranger Akris Domirtia against Tribal Men, 226 After Unification (AU)
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Hawk's Peak, the Wall
Autumn, 591 AU
Tomas Ariskov
As the trees around Hawk's Peak began to shed their leaves, Ariskov could only glance up at the light blue sky. Surely the Gods were watching favourably at the Order today. All around the fort, men were silently preparing themselves for the day, sharpening their weapons, crafting their arrows, repairing armour and more. Ariskov shouldered his bow around himself before walking over to the wall and began to walk up the steps.
Hawk's Peak was one of the biggest forts located on the Wall. With a huge building called the Liner that held the Meal Hall, the Auxiliary Sleeping Quarters and the Commander's room, four smaller buildings that housed the garrison (two of whom had not been used in over 50 years), a small library and the armoury where the weapons and blacksmith were located, it was very cluttered. Men practised both in the courtyard and just outside of the fort's walls in the Realm of Man. It also had one of the two gates, and thus was a very strategically important position for the Order to hold.
As Ariskov finished walking up the stairs onto the stone and iron wall, he only just came to realize how big it was. He had been part of the Order for 4-5 years and had just now grasped how enormous and seemingly impenetrable the wall was. It must be at least 600 feet high, and could hold at least four ranks deep of archers. It was enormous, ancient and luckily for the Order, endurable and required little maintenance. And somehow the Slobbers and Darkies could somehow penetrate parts of the Wall. Ariskov didn't understand it, but he shrugged. As long as he was there, no Slobber or Darkie was making it into the Realm of Man alive. He approached the edge of the Wall, where merlons and protective wooden structures had been constructed for extra defence. Looking down, he could see the dirt road that led to the gate, "The Iron Boar" as it was called from the sigil that was imprinted on its exterior.
"Fine sight, eh Tomas?" An archer seemingly swooped by, looking at the world beyond. "When the Darkies stop attacking, maybe we can finally go see the sights and beauty in the Wilderness."
"Don't count on it Jacob." Ariskov looked over at the archer and shook his head. "As long as the Wall's around, the Darkies will never stop attacking. It's in their nature."
"Hah, sure thing." Jacob grinned at Ariskov before he turned his head at the sound of heavy, mail boots clinking on the ground. "Commander Hemmis, it's a pleasure to see you on the Wall sire."
Ariskov turned around to see the giant of a man, Commander Hemmis. Standing at least four heads above Ariskov, Hemmis was one of the best swordsmen in the entire Order before he had been selected to become Commander of Hawk's Peak. Now, Hemmis had been mostly confined to his office, managing the garrison and so forth. It was odd to see him outside of the Commander's Office at least.
"Tomas, Jacob." Hemmis nodded to both of them before he walked over to one of the merlons and rested his arms on it. "It's been a long time since I've been up here."
"Been a long time since we've seen you out of your office sire." Ariskov chuckled as Hemmis turned around, smiling at the playful jab.
"Aye, it has." Hemmis huffed before he looked at Ariskov. "I'd like a word in private with you Tomas."
Jacob bowed and resumed his patrol of the wall, walking away from the two men. Once Hemmis was sure that Jacob was out of earshot, Hemmis began to speak.
"Listen, I'm only talking to a few about this, but there's a problem." Hemmis began. "One of our scout parties have come back, but they're bringing work of an offensive."
"From whom? The Slobbers?" Ariskov looked at Hemmis confusingly. "We can handle them no problem. They're not organized at all."
"No, the Clankers are organizing something not too far away from here. It's big and they're preparing for something enormous. That's all I was told. The scouts estimated that the Clankers have at least 2,000 troops here, maybe more." Hemmis sighed as he scratched his head. "I've already sent word to other forts for reinforcements, but I don't think we'll have enough to hold back the offensive, even with the reinforcements."
"Sire, it's okay, they're Clankers, they can never really pull off an offensive like this." Ariskov shook his head, speaking assuredly. "We've beaten back their so-called sieges before."
"No, this is something different. They've organized themselves. They have catapults, ladders, towers and everything under construction. There are at least nine trolls there, which is something I'm heavily concerned about." Hemmis groaned.
"Why have the men not been informed?" Ariskov asked, changing the subject.
"Morale is high at the moment-" Hemmis began before Ariskov cut him off.
"Better to be preparing right now than later sire. I'll inform them if you do not want to." Ariskov hastily spoke.
"Fine then, but make sure we have every man and woman available to fight." Hemmis nodded to Ariskov before he began his long walk down the Wall's staircase.