"No, we'll hold fire. Let them approach us further."

Tempting as it may be to open fire on these knights, you know them to be the least of your worries now. Across this tight bridge, even their mighty steeds would do little when faced with a wall of pikes. You'll not let them know of your hidden forces just so soon. Instead, you send out another order, that your horsemen at the south may remain further along the road, beyond the wooden grove, where they may have a greater line of sight upon any flanking strikes that may be.

Yet still, you find yourself worried over the possibilities of an attack. The enemy has not yet shown the full numbers of their Famiglia. If they have been diverted southwards or northwards, could they happen upon a crossing? Have they a guide of their own who knows of the bridges? And would they be able to cross themselves? To your north and west, there is the forest protecting you - such grand horses would have little chance of going through it without being knocked off their mounts. Yet to your south? There is nothing. How would you protect yourself then? Unless...

"Hugues!" you turn to your second in command. "Have the camp men empty out the wagons and line them up in a circle across the south! We must prepare for a possible flank..." He nods, and rides off to give your orders. With this, you shall have some manner of defense in your southern flank.

You turn to the field across the field to see how the situation develops. At last, the infantry of the Fortelli approach your sight. You see men in ostentatious, colorful clothing that seems distinct to you even from this distance. You see walls of pikes, pointed upwards in blocks, marching across the road. And most of all, you see the Himmerians, those massive creatures of fright, bows so long as to stand taller them the giants themselves.

As the enemy continues its march, your men in the forest hold their fire still, waiting for your call - but when is the time to make it? Shall you fire now, scatter as many as you are able? Shall you wait further, even further, until the very time they begin their crossing attempts? At the top of the hill, their horsemen continue to wait...

ORDERS - MUSKETS
>Fire, now!
>Hold your fire until they are closer!
>Focus on a single target (Specify which)
>Write-in

ORDERS - SAKERS
>Fire, now!
>Hold your fire until they are closer!
>Focus on a single target (Specify which)
>Write-in

"No, we'll hold fire. Let them approach us further."

Tempting as it may be to open fire on these knights, you know them to be the least of your worries now. Across this tight bridge, even their mighty steeds would do little when faced with a wall of pikes. You'll not let them know of your hidden forces just so soon. Instead, you send out another order, that your horsemen at the south may remain further along the road, beyond the wooden grove, where they may have a greater line of sight upon any flanking strikes that may be.

Yet still, you find yourself worried over the possibilities of an attack. The enemy has not yet shown the full numbers of their Famiglia. If they have been diverted southwards or northwards, could they happen upon a crossing? Have they a guide of their own who knows of the bridges? And would they be able to cross themselves? To your north and west, there is the forest protecting you - such grand horses would have little chance of going through it without being knocked off their mounts. Yet to your south? There is nothing. How would you protect yourself then? Unless...

"Hugues!" you turn to your second in command. "Have the camp men empty out the wagons and line them up in a circle across the south! We must prepare for a possible flank..." He nods, and rides off to give your orders. With this, you shall have some manner of defense in your southern flank.

You turn to the field across the field to see how the situation develops. At last, the infantry of the Fortelli approach your sight. You see men in ostentatious, colorful clothing that seems distinct to you even from this distance. You see walls of pikes, pointed upwards in blocks, marching across the road. And most of all, you see the Himmerians, those massive creatures of fright, bows so long as to stand taller them the giants themselves.

As the enemy continues its march, your men in the forest hold their fire still, waiting for your call - but when is the time to make it? Shall you fire now, scatter as many as you are able? Shall you wait further, even further, until the very time they begin their crossing attempts? At the top of the hill, their horsemen continue to wait...

ORDERS - MUSKETS
>Fire, now!
>Hold your fire until they are closer!
>Focus on a single target (Specify which)
>Write-in

ORDERS - SAKERS
>Fire, now!
>Hold your fire until they are closer!
>Focus on a single target (Specify which)
>Write-in