Laris and the Main Assault
The eastern gates of Frostveil stood before Laris and his sixty knights, their breath misting in the freezing air. The town beyond lay quiet, but not for long.
A sharp blast of a war horn shattered the silence. A northern sentry, perched atop the battlements, had spotted them.
"Alarm!" the man bellowed. "Imperials at the gates!"
The deep, echoing cry of the horn sent the town into chaos. Men shouted, doors slammed, and the sounds of weapons being hastily grabbed echoed through the streets.
Laris cursed under his breath. So much for complete surprise.
Before the sentry could sound the horn again, an imperial archer loosed an arrow. The shaft struck the man's throat, cutting off his next cry as he toppled from the wall into the snow below.
But the damage was done. Frostveil was awake.
Laris wasted no time. He lifted his sword. "Break the gates."
