The Battle of Caerlaverock (KdM Map Game)

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Written by TheSteampunkTotoro.

The Battle of Caerlaverock
Elric Morholt, a knight of the order of Artoria, and rival of Sir Tristan, was sent on to lead the assault on Caerlaverock Castle, which was a fort near Dumfries. He led a small army to take it from the Gaelish. After a few days of marching they were upon the castle, and began to try to conquer it.

Hours of warfare had passed, the Franglish had finally breached the castle, but a bagpipe sounded in the distance. The Castle was almost theirs, when Elric could make out a towring figure among the reinforcements, the fabled Tower of Inverlochy, MadAoidhein himself. The Franglish began to rebarricade the doors of the keep, but it was to no avail. The Gaelish breached the hardly closed gates with ease, and the tide had turned. Morholt began to think, if he could slay MacAoidhein, he could prove his worth as a fighter and surpass Tristan, ending the resistance of the Gaelish.

He was sure of his skills with the sword, and saw Uailean, climbing the ramparts towards where he stood. Along his ascent, he threw Franglish men left and right, impaling them left and right, leaving a sea of corpses behind him. To Morholt he bellowed, "Thy life art mine!" His slow and steady pace, with just throwing Morholt's men off the ledge with ease, began to make him think, that maybe the fables weren't that over exaggerated. The Tower raised his claymore on to his shoulder, bellowing again, "Dunmahglass!"

Morholt rushed to perform a flurry of attacks, but his first strike was already blocked by the Tower's claymore, which he then parried, and sent Morholt aback, swinging his sword with all his might down on him. He tried to block it with his sword, but his feeble iron tooth pick shattered into a dagger. Uailean laughed at Morholt, striking at him again and again, forcing him to the edge of the rampart, until thrusting his claymore, which was nearly the size of Morholt through his chest.

The Tower whispered, "Thy saviour shall come to meet with thee soon in the halls of God, pray for thine redemption, ye bastard." And flung him over the castles wall, having Morholt's body mutilated from the many meter tall fall.