Make a elite cataphract force of 50 than charge them to their horse division. Elite cataphracts are superior in all ways. Then, charge the horses on to the pikeman and archers then charge the soldiers and arrows. Dont forget that these has to be mostly legionaries. I hope my tips help. submitted by /u/Visible_Tax7920 [link] [comments]
Prologue
Arken stood at the edge of the tree line. With the woods to his back, the majesty of the sprawling city lay before him. It had been years since he had last laid eyes on Praven, and in that time the monstrous metropolis had grown further still. Outside the protection of the city walls, many farms had sprung up, hoping to capitalise on the fertile soil the city had been established on. While the odd farm had grape vines and vast wheat fields, it was mostly a scattered variety of produce being grown throughout the valley. The one thing all had in common however, was a cow pen somewhere in the property. These majestic beasts were essential in the creation of the capital's number one export: Butter. Any form of cow related product was available in the city, and it had truly become a staple of every meal in one form or the other.
Beyond the gated horizon in the distance, lay the city proper. Thatch and wooden roofs peaked over the stone battlements where most of the city's inhabitants resided. The class divide was apparent as the quality of the sheltering improved with the elevation; the closer to the top of the incline that the city was built upon, the more extravagant and elegant the houses were. Classic Swadian architecture was apparent throughout the city, in every shop front and street, sharp corners and gothic statues adorning every spare space. Arken took a second to take in the familiar sights, letting the feeling of euphoria overtake him.
With excitement, the young man mounted his steed. Gently squeezing his thighs around the horse, he put the animal into a mild gallop, eager to enter the city. It had been slow going for the last few days, but the nostalgia spurred him onwards now. Closing the distance as he passed by the farmlands, his eyes were transfixed on the citadel that lay at the very top of Praven. Its tall spire was silhouetted by the setting sun, casting the ivory façade in a golden glow. There, his fate awaited.....
(Story continues here)
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Thank you all so much for the support on my previous post about sharing my writing!
This is the first Act of the story, and depending on how its received, i would love to continue.
This is the link one more time in case you missed it (SAUCE), and welcome back to Calradia :)
Submitted October 27, 2019 at 12:17AM by Uneducated_Guessing https://ift.tt/2pTqolO
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