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The Siege of Syrn

by Josiah T.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a piece of a longer writing project. You can view the entire project here: The Siege of Syrn

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Josiah T. on December 11, 2007
"For anyone who might not know, the pot of oil is used for dumping on peoples heads who try to ram the gatehouse, etc. "

The Siege of Syrn: Part IX

Night fell. As the sun was sinking behind the ocean, a shout rose from the gates. The wounded from Dirks company had arrived! The procession rode into the city. Help immediately was was given to those who were still critically wounded. Dirk rushed through the crowd, looking for Arem.

Suddenly, a voice called "Dirk!" Arem ran toward him, bumping people out of the way. He no longer wore a bandage on his wrist, and he looked as fit as ever.

Dirk embraced him. "Good to see you again. Feeling better?"

"My arm is still a bit sore, but I'm in as good a fighting condition as I've ever been in."

"That's good." The two began walking away from the knot of people. "You'll be needed. A massive army of Thargonites has been spotted. They must be almost upon us now."

As if in answer to his statement, the clamor of hoofs was heard through the gate. A scout galloped through the door. An arrow stuck in his back, and his tunic was bloody in the fading light. "They...'re" He gasped, and fell from his horse.

Five minutes later a shout was heard from the walls. Dirk and Arem ran to the top of the wall to join the garrison. Dirk looked out. His heart stopped cold. Moving slowly but steadily out from the hills wove a massive army. The information had been correct, it was at least twenty five thousand strong.

"Do you think they'll attack tonight?" Asked Arem, his jaw also dropping.

"No, not tonight. They'll need to set up camp and assemble all the assult equipment. They'll just demand a formal surrender tonight." Dirk replied.

More and more troops continued to man the walls. A few of the towers were big enough to hold catapults. Dirk and Arem joined a team helping demolish houses and haul rubble up to use as ammunition.

After the sun had completely set, fires were lit on top of the walls, and an extra large one on the gatehouse. a few were lit down on the ground and on the inner walls as well. A pot of oil was placed over the fire on the gatehouse. Dirk felt sickened to look at it an know it's purpose. He had not envisioned killing people in this way.

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