"Man the defences!" The battle commander yelled from the top of the lookout tower. "Get to the town walls! Ready your armor!" The commander on the ground ran to warn His Lordship, Lord Richard. Richard, in turn, abandoning the gracefulness usually required of a lord in a position such as he, ran to the war room, where the other commanders and generals waited in grim silence. "Are all the town troops ready, Commander Damien?" Richard boomed in his deep voice. "Yes, my Lordship." "No need for technicalities now. Refer to me by name." Richard replied. "Anyway, very good. How are the archers?" He again directed, but this time to Master Archer Blueweld. "They are prepared and manning their positions." "Gather round, commanders. Today we defend our castle from siege, the first the Welsh have attempted in many years. We must defend ourselves, and if that plan fails, we have our escape ships." The men now had gathered around the best map of the area. Richard continued as he jabbed the entrance to the town: "Here is the first area of defense. This area, however weak, must be manned with as many archers as possible, who after seeing that enemy archer are in range, must abandon the wall. The wall will be breached, but the well will be defended. The archers will take to the tiered rooftops and shoot down in the narrow path we have set that will be the only way to get through to the well. The well, which will be defended for a while, will have many defenders to slay as many men as possible. Those defenders, when becoming overrun, will drop back to behind the drawbridge along with the archers and any soldiers left standing elsewhere. The drawbridge will be lifted and any attempt to get through the spiked, though dry moat will be futile. If those savages manage to find their way through, we have a backup that will surely result in victory. I have sent a messenger to get to the nearest British-loyal cities and towns, who will come with reinforcements. However, in that time, we will have to come up with another idea, unlikely as the situation seems. To your stations, men! Today we fight for the freedom of Brookehaven!" The commanders went to their stations to ready for battle.
Two hours later, as the company builds a ditch in front of the wall: "They have fire arr-aaaahhhhh," the man shouting fell silent as an arrow pierced his neck and windpipe. The message, though cut off, was passed back until the town council, consisting of the blacksmith, jeweler, and representative heard. They, in turn, reported to the commander. By the time the message was sent up to the lord, the ditch in front of the wall was complete, being filled with straw. By the time that message was sent back, the ditch was filled with straw and set on fire, burning down the town's wooden wall. The defenders stormed the barriers and started. The main road had been covered in straw and set on fire, allowing only a small one horse wide path to go through, which was apparently, carelessly unguarded. "Forward! The passage is unguarded! Take the well!" The cry of the captain rang through the crowd and the foot soldiers went one behind the other, two of them. They were then followed by a horseman, a good strategy in order to fight enemies on a narrow path. As the foot soldiers fought in close combat, the knight was able to follow and attack over their head or get the rooftop archers. However, the scout group of two horsemen and four foot soldiers were to check the path was clear. The cry was also heard by the archer hiding behind another house, who reported to the sergeant watching the thin pass. As the scout group watched the path and examined the space between houses, they failed to notice the archers marking their progress. Towards the end of the tunnel, the forward member of the group was assaulted by a defender, as the other three were bombarded by arrows. The horsemen reacted quickly, expecting resistance, and one ambusher was felled by a lance. The knight's horse was jabbed by a sword from the back, and the knight himself fell and was chained. One footman managed to escape with major injuries, and the path was soon filled with Welsh scum. The sergeant was pleased, however, because the Welsh now were sure of the strength of the British. The defenders fought off a few of the bottlenecked soldiers emerging from the passage but soon retreated, leaving burning wood and a drained well. At the same time, a ragtag group of Welsh had drenched the fire on the main road and run through meeting little resistance in the smoke cover, and emerged. The well area was now under Welsh control.
"The attack has gone averagely well so far. The defenders have breached the well and the town, leaving many people in defense of the castle itself. At the moment, the silence is holding, but I expect the Welsh to try something sneaky." The commanders around the lord disperse and set guards at the wall to prepare fire arrows.
On the edge of the well area, the finished siege towers are being covered in leather. At the same time, an eerie silence covers the town of Brookehaven. All the sudden, chaos emerges as foot soldiers emerge from the houses in pairs. One with a shield and the other with a grappling hook. The grapplers take cover behind the shields and attempt to hook the drawbridge, now overturned and uncrossable. Two dozen archers against a dozen men, six with shields and the other half with their mission: Bring down the drawbridge. The archers take down two grapplers and their shield men go and cover other grapplers. Two more grapplers miss, and the other two hook the drawbridge and pull. Now, the other two take their second shot. Both are shot down, and the two others hooks are dislodged as the Master Archer takes a shot and breaks the already tense ropes holding the hooks. A failed attempt. In the attempt, more knights and soldiers had come out and revealed themselves, seeing two grapplers hook. They were too shot down. The savages had lost three and a half dozen men, all in five tense minutes. Another hour passed, as the archers replaced their spent arrows and kept a more watchful eye.
A cry rang through the castle. A knight fell. The Lord's escape route had been breached. More men, falling in surprise. More men sent to the walls to try and find the real fight, sensing that the escape route trick had been a distraction. The gates are opened, the murder holes unmanned.
The commanders call a tactical retreat as thirty seconds cost ten lives, and the siege engines begin to roll towards the wall. The outer curtain was as good as gone. "Retreat! Retreat!" The archers just about jump off the walls and enter the inner courtyard to receive their posts on the inner curtain. In the next silence, the men prepare their escape if necessary.
"We need to find a way to delay the Welsh in order to allow as many troops as possible to escape. If we set the siege towers on fire, we may be able to get enough time to get out. Master Archer, Master Engineer, prepare the cheiroballistra and the fire arrows." "Yes, Lord Richard," the reply came. "Everyone else, return to your posts and keep watch." "Yes sir!"
"The cheiroballistra are ready, my lord. Along with the fire arrows and the escape route." "Execute the plan, and ready the troops for retreat." The messenger was away to pack his equipment.
"Fire!" Three seconds pass. "Fire!" Again. "Fire at will!" The cheiroballistra men are methodically reloading and relighting the projectiles that have now set the siege towers on fire. A horn sounds among the Welsh, who reach for buckets to collect water. Another horn rings out as the citizens of Brookehaven run out of the courtyard and engage the panicking Welsh. The battle rages for ten minutes, a lifetime for many. All of the sudden, archers and slingers towards the back are impaled. "Reinforcements have arrived! Fight for Brookehaven!" The British reinforcements were steadily taking out Welsh, either in captivity or dead, while the men of Brookehaven fight with all of their might.
Three months after the battle for Brookehaven, the Lord sits in his quarters and plans the new, better defended, town of Brookehaven. Actually, no longer a town, but a bustling city, with loyal Welsh trading with British, as the original town wall is torn down and a new one is built, now around more land as the British-Welsh country thrives.