Camelot is in peril. Barely victorious from the western campaign, King Arthur and his legendary knights of Camelot is beset with armies of specters. Nearly invincible to steel, these foes appear only at night, terrorizing the countryside. Vanquishing them proved to be a temporary measure, they will return the following night with even stronger force. A permanent solution must be found....
Complicating matters, the alliance with the Saxons is in tatters. Rebellion in eastern Britain forces the King to summon his greatest Knight-Commander, Sir Kay and his band of elite Knights to quell the rebellion. Will the force of Christianity prevail against the otherworldly darkness? Only time will tell.
Gloucester - Winter
Welcome back, Commander. Fancy a seat by the warm fire?
Thank you, brother.
How goes the meeting with the King?
His Highness wishes us to destroy the rebel forces first, retake Saxon before dealing with the ghostly army.
Seems like a wise idea, destroy what we know first.
Alymere, how are the soldiers?
Ready as they ever be. The horses are well fed, armor is polished. The King's advisers and merchants have provided us with everything we need. In fact, the Saxon Knights are getting restless...
They want to retake their homeland...
Unfortunately, that will have to wait.
You are going against the King's wishes?
Not exactly...we'll more than soldiers to win this.
You're not thinking of...
Yes.
I don't quite follow...what are you speaking of.
The Divine Legendary Christian artifacts.
Sir Alymere's eyes grew wide, failing to hide his excitement. He rose from his seat and gazed at the Knight Commander with a smile of anticipation.
*Clenches his fist.* When do we start?
Next spring... *Pokes the fire with a branch.*
-Next Spring -
Barbarians of the North, you have one chance at this - surrender Sir Marrick's armor or suffer the wrath of Arthur's finest!
We took this fine armor with steel and you wish us to surrender it through words alone? Draw your blades, men of Camelot!
I'll plough that whore myself once this is over.
And taint yourself? I wouldn't risk it.
Tch, I was referring to my blade.
A river runs through our objective. Speed will decide this battle. The northerners rely on a token force of giants and their four champions, slay these and victory is assured.
Three victory points at our side, and four at theirs...two river crossings....we'll go by the southern crossing.
You heard the Commander, form ranks! Two ranks of cavalry, each to capture one strategic point. The bulk will head to the southern crossing.
Preparations complete. The men are in horde formation and ready to move, Commander.
To battle!
The southern crossing is the target...
Initial strategic points capture completed.
Halt! Gareth! Hit them with your magic!
With pleasure!
They've erected an anti-magic barrier! I need to switch to instantaneous spells once the barrier is down.
Save it for later. We're moving out! Westwards!
Eh? Why?
I am unsure myself, the northern crossing is no better...if you ask me, there's no better time to rush southern crossing than now...
I was merely drawing them closer to the shore...turn around and charge!
Alright, bastards! Onward!
Archers, Alymere! Hold spell! Gareth, burn them!
The two knights perform their respective spell, cutting down the enemy's effective archers by nearly half. The savage northern champions have no answers to these instant casts.
Switch wedge formation as we draw close. Archers, initial volley then march onwards!
Damned fog! No matter! Pierce them with our lances!
The two northern champions fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered by the rushing knights.
On guard, savages!
Giants, after those fleeing archers, cavalry, flank and capture!
Marvelous! Archers, what the bloody hell are you waiting for?!
Cross now! Sir Mark, show them your flaming dragon!
Be purged!
Incoming giants. The enemy's crumbling, Gareth, disabling spell!
I cannot guarantee it will work against resistant giants...
Just do it!
It worked! Archers, cross and ready to volley!
We've got this...finishing blow!