Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20150624141404/@comment-26084195-20150630041059

The seige engines were with the army in the trenches! They were surrounded by well-armed Dwarves and Orcs.

Tallus looks at the walls of Umbar. His army was amassed in their trenches and around their designated areas. The cannons were readied, and the trebuchets and seige towers were readied.

"Ready.... FIRE!" Tallus roared. The burning stones were released and the balls of iron hurled with immense force, soaring over the walls of the city, crushing and burning. The iron balls slammed into the door, denting it severely.

"Fire again! Bring those gates down! No, wait... ready the catapults, but don't fire them. Only the cannons."

The cannons fired again, and again. On the fourth round, the gates came crashing down, and the vengeful Umbarian warriors within swarmed out to crash into the Burning Island's forces. The catapults, being at the ready and fully armed, released their burning stones into the oncoming forces. The Dwarven slingers hurled their firebombs at the oncomers, lighting many fires. The Orc archers followed, and the Umbarian forces were forced to retreat back into the walls.

Being used to intense heat and dealing with fires, the Consulate footsoldiers pursued the enemy into the city, where actual combat finally began. The two clashed in the streets, and the Consulate's forces are using lots and lots of fire. The fact that they were simply burning everything with total impunity gave them the advantage, as they were getting rid of potential enemy strongpoints.

Tallus himself entered the battle later, surrounded by his entourage, heading straight to the palace. He and his royal entourage slayed all the guards and imprisoned everyone else. The imprisoned citizens were transported to the docks, where Consulate forces had secured the docks, and prison transport ships had already arrived.

All around the city, the same thing was occurring. More resistance was met there, obviously, but in each case, those who weren't killed were imprisoned, or worse...

When the palace went up in flames, the morale of the Umbarians was shattered, and many broke and fled. Those who didn't were quickly taken down.

Once the city was theirs, everything was brought down. The walls, the palace, every last building, everything was taken to the ground. The corpses of Umbarian soldiers had spears stuck through them and were put up all around the blackened earth and rubble where once was a city.

Tallus looked at the city ruins, with his army at his back and his fleet in the distance. And he nodded. "Let this remain, as an altar. A testiment to their weakness. Begin the construction of a new fortress, at the center of the rubble. This will be our capital fortress within Umbar. Take the slaves to those fort camps that have spac left, and bring the rest to the Burning Islands."