Triumph & Treachery in the Badlands!
********************** The Red Prince surveyed the ground before him. Astride Pierre, his faithful pegasus, Matthias Gisors had a commanding view of the surrounding battlefield, a relatively featureless valley spotted with farms and woodland. On his flank were proud ranks of knights, the old guard who had followed him staunchly from Bretonnia, their pennants fluttering in the breeze. Veteran men-at-arms deployed in the centre, layers of heavy shields decorated with the colours of their liege lords locked together, making for an impressive defensive bulwalk. Meanwhile, levies of longbowmen fanned out ahead in skirmish formation, preparing a volley from the cover of the swaying wheat fields. Finally, to his right, dozens of hireling foot-knights took position, backed up by an enormous bombard and Tilean crew that he had hired in the Border Princes. He could trust them no more than he could trust the black powder. Nevertheless, they would be crucial to his success in the coming battle. Fr...