Wold - Undeep Watch
The wounded of yesterdays attack were brought back to Harwick and Langhold as well as the dead. The Rohirrim returned as well, the commander expected the Easterlings would not dare to cross the river again in the coming days. He was wrong. In less than a day there was an awkward silence in the air. No birds no wind, nothing. All men in the camp looked at the Easterling camp as if they were waiting for something. When darkness set in there was movement on the other side of the bank. Shapes of many men and riders formed in columns were getting ready to cross the river. The alarm in the camp was raised and everyone picked up arms and rushed to their spot.
The first ranks of well armed Easterlings started to cross the river, after that were many waiting to follow in their step. In our camp, Archers were readying their bows and waiting for a command. The feeling of dread grew as the large army approached, but there was something else, something worse. A dark shadow raised in the air, something enormous with wings. It flew up over its army and circled around it. The first Easterlings reached our side of the riverbank, the archers loaded their arrows and prepared to fire. The giant winged shadow came flying towards us, flapping its wings. What followed was hard to describe, a screech or cry so fell it stings the ears and aches the head. Someone shouted "Nazgul! Nazgul!". I covered my ears as the dragon-like creature flew over our camp.
It was a distraction maneuver, the Easterlings stormed our wooden palisades. Archers fell off the wall at a rapid speed. Soon after everyone was fighting. Easterlings everywhere, I plunged my sword into one of them and soon had to turn as another was already approaching. The men of Rohan fought brave but we were losing men by the minute. Soon the commander shouted "Fall back! Head back to Langhold! Fall back!!". My sword clashed with the sword of an Easterling many times, he scratched my arm leaving a nasty wound. The adrenaline pumped and with a shift stroke of my sword I managed to cut his leg, causing my attacker to fall to the ground. More Easterlings came rushing towards me, and I ran along with the fleeing horde of my fellow soldiers.
The stables were untouched and many of them jumped on their horses and rode to Langhold. We rode as fast as possible, but not to safety. On the horizon flames were shining clearly in the night. Above the town of Langhold the winged drake was screeching and killing men of women alike. With him was a large host of Easterlings that were burning and pillaging the town to the ground. We rode into a large group of refugees that were running in panick towards Harwick. The commander ordered to defend the refugees on their way to Harwick. It was the only thing that we could do..
