I, Joseph Serl, hereby order you to relinquish control of your estate. I give my word that no harm will be done if you do. However, shall you decline this demand, I will send my army to take it by force. You have 30 days to reply to this message.
A mixture of emotions swelled up in Lord Howard. What was it? Anger… fear? … . Howard didn’t know what to do. He had little money to assemble a defensive brigade, and his family had owned this estate for generations. One month to assemble even the smallest group! There was no way he could have done that! Although he hadn’t the time, Sir Roland was a kind of man to help at a time of peril.
The problem this time, though, is that some one had declared war on him. He sent this message:
I am sorry for the inconvenience, but it's not possible for me to send a large force. Sir Dervish decided to declare war on us and we need as many hands as possible. However, because I have trusted you for years, I will send some of my best men. By the way, I would use that oil for something that might pose as a large threat.
-13 days after Lord Serl's message was sent-
"Lord Serl's army has reached our walls!" cried a watchman. Sir Lucas was trying to keep his facial expressions as calm as possible, but his people knew he was quivering inside. For that, his leadership was driven to nothing and panic was spread among all under his rule. Lucas felled a few knights, but while he was doing that, one scaled up the keep and once he got up, he drove his sword through Lucas' chest.
-29 days after Lord Serl's message was sent-
64… Howard only had 64 men… .(Ballistae and shields aren’t people) He had little hope that they would survive, but he hid that feeling for morale purposes. Even though the enemy was weakened by Sir Lucas' group, they were still massive. The Lord spent his time worrying that he forgot what day it was. While he patrolled his room, he heard what he had forgotten. The call of the war horns.
Play this in either Offense or Defense. Preferably defense.