Oliver looked ahead at the massive sandstone fort. After a week of marching, they had been strangely left undisturbed by the desert raids and thinking on it, he could only assume there was one cause. 'Lord Limb has been busy.' Saying to himself, the ground rumbled as thousands of men got into position. Along the flanks, shield walls were created as cavalry took to the sides. With shields raised, they waited for any skirmishing forces that would come and try to delay the siege.
Next, a battering ram was pushed forward as men held shields over a number of soldiers carrying ladders towards the wall. A horn blew, and the march began. Atop the wall, bells tolled. Archers atop the walls waited, their hands fiddling with the arrows, waiting for the assaulting force to get within range.
