CHAPTER II - THE FIRST WAR
It did not take long for the fighting to break out after Lord Gerold's declaration of war. The forces of Greenshield, in an attempt to surprise their enemy, landed at Greyshield and engaged Lord Gerold's own forces there. Though slightly outnumbered, Lord Gerold's forces had the advantage of being the defenders, not needing to abandon their positions in an assault against the forces of Greenshield. What the enemy thought would be their advantage quickly turned to their demise. The rocky terrain of the island made it difficult for the two thousand men from Greenshield to mount any proper assault against Greywatch, and the enemy was quickly beaten back. For every one man that was lost on the side of Lord Gerold, five from Greenshield perished in the fighting. Much of the credit for such an emphatic victory went to Lord Gerold himself, who led his men in the vanguard, smashing the front lines of his enemies almost single-handedly. The sight of their lord's frenzied fighting inspired the men, who ran to their lord's side and vanquished their enemy. It was certainly a sight to behold. The enemy routed and boarded their ships to return to their home, where they were no doubt waiting for their enemy's arrival.
Lord Gerold's forces arrived at Greenshield soon after their victory at Greywatch, and made straight for Chesterfield, the seat of the lordship of the island. Expecting to find the remaining defeated forces from Greywatch, the Greyshield host instead found over two thousand islanders holding the keep for their lord. The Greyshield forces pitched their tents around the keep and began a siege on the keep, in hope that they could somehow coax the defenders into surrendering. After a few weeks however, there was little sign of the defenders breaking, and Lord Gerold began to waiver in confidence. He called a meeting with his commanders to discuss the futility of the siege.
"As you can tell my lords, we are getting nowhere with this siege", said Gerold to the five men sat around the table with him. "Ser Maryn, what is the situation of our forces?"
The man whom Lord Gerold had directed the question to, stood to speak to his lord. He was an elderly man, but as large as a bull and just as strong. His voice was loud and commanding, and indicated no sign of his age.
"I'm afraid to report that, as I see it, we cannot win this siege my lord. We have fifteen hundred men in our camp, while the defenders have over two thousand. It would take months to draw them out of the keep, and even if we could, I'm afraid they have too many men for us to repel in open battle. It is hopeless my lord."
Lord Gerold had already known this, but to hear it from someone else reassured the lord in his thoughts. Before he could next speak however, a messenger entered the tent, with news for the Lord of Greyshield.
"Begging your pardon m'lord, I have news from the east", said the youthful messenger.
"What is it? Speak." Replied Gerold, in no mood to stand around listening to some mumbling boy.
"A scout has arrived m'lord, he says a force of one thousand men are marching on us from behind. He says they've snuck out of the keep and are attempting to surround us m'lord."
They want to surround us? As odd as it may seem, the thought made Gerold Grimm smile.
Our lord will never abandon his true followers. He is delivering my enemy right to me.
"Ser Maryn!" Beckoned Gerold. "Muster the men, we must turn our attention from the keep and meet the flanking force head on. Do it at once!"
Once more, the forces of Greenshield believed to have caught their enemy by surprise, but they failed to take one thing into account. The Lord of Light would not easily succumb to those faithful to the Seven. Lord Gerold believed the timely arrival of the messenger was an act from his Red God, the truth of this however was unimportant. What was important was that Lord Gerold was prepared for the flanking enemy, and without the element of surprise, the smaller Greenshield force would surely fail.
A large host of cavalry rounded the wooded surroundings of Chesterfield, thinking they were to charge directly into the undefended rear of Lord Gerold's forces. Instead, they were met with a wall of pikes, and with little difficulty, the Greyshield forces repelled the cavalry charge. When the melee ensued shortly thereafter, the flanking force was sorely outnumbered. With nearly as many men-at-arms as the entire attacking force, the battle was severely disproportionate. The Geryshield host made quick work of their Greenshield counterparts, crushing them in every area they engaged. The left flank broke first, allowing the right flank of Lord Gerold's forces, led by Ser Maryn, to smash into the center of their enemy from the side.
The flankers could not withstand the pressure for long, and quickly broke rank and fled east, further away from the keep of Chesterfield. With over half of the defending force smashed, Lord Gerold knew that the keep would soon be his, and as such, he rode to the walls with an offer of peace. Lord Gerold allowed the acting lord of Greenshield safe passage from his lands, should his men lay down their arms, surrender the keep and swear fealty to him as their rightful lord. Knowing how the tables had been turned, the lord accepted, and the war was ended. It was only a few short months, but Gerold's decisive victory surely warned the other lords of the Shield Isles was what in store for them too, should they resist their rightful lord.
With the fighting ended, Lord Gerold, now lord of Greyshield and Greenshield returned home to his seat at Greywatch. Upon his return, he was met by the Red Priest Harlen, who had some news for his lord.
"My lord, I bear good news from home. A number of your loyal courtiers have seen the truth in the flames, and have accepted our lord as their own."
Pleased with the news, Gerold thanked Harlen for his work, yet asked the man why he had a troubled look on his face.
"Though some have seen the light, I fear most are still unwilling to repent." Said Harlen. "The roots of the lies told to them of the Seven are deep, they refuse to believe in the truth of our lord. But, I know something that might convince them of the truth, my lord."
With that said, the Red Priest gestured his lord into the courtyard, where a crowd had been gathered around a large pyre. A man was tied to the pyre, and Harlen explained that the man had defamed their lord, and deserved to be punished accordingly. He also bore the news that, while Gerold was away fighting, his wife had bore him a daughter, named Syrella. Gerold was handed his daughter to hold and look at for the first time. Though he loved her unequivocally, he was pained to see that his only child was hideously deformed. Her face was gnarled and spotted. The child was, for all accounts, a monster. But she was his daughter, and would be raised as his heir, until a son was born to him.
Harlen approached his lord again, and asked to take the child from him to hold. The fire was already beginning to grow in the pyre, but the infidel was yet to be touched by the flames.
"Do you trust in me, my lord?" Asked Harlen, after receiving the child from his liege.
Gerold looked confused, not understanding where the question came about from.
"Do you trust in our lord?"
Gerold, still confused, nodded his head. Though he was unsure what was about to occur, his answer was the truth. He trusted the Lord of Light, and in turn, trusted Harlen.
The Red Priest made his way for the centre of the courtyard, with Syrella in his arms, and stood beside the burning pyre. The flames had now reached the prisoner, and his screams were heard by all in attendance.
"Behold!" Yelled the Red Priest, as to gain the attention of the crown of onlookers. He held the child high up as to indicate what was to be beheld by the audience. "There are those of you here today who still cling to your Seven false gods. here are those of you who do not follow the truth as it has been laid out before you. You claim that little proof or evidence has been shown to you of the existence of the Lord of Light, but how much more proof do you require than this child?" The crowd was largely confused, but still heeded the words of the Red Priest.
"Your blatant disregard for the truth has left this child hideously malformed. Your faith in your false gods have made her weak and had scarred her before she had even left her mother's womb. You, and your Seven did this to her, but the Lord of Light can save her. You see, those who submit to our lord, and accept his word as truth shall see the light, and will be ever guided by his wisdom and mercy. Those who do not however, will perish, as the blasphemer behind me. You say you require proof, and so you shall have it... Behold."
With that, Harlen removed a red silk from around his neck and draped it over the baby in his arms. It covered her body in its entirety, and he turned to face the pyre. Without hesitation, the priest thrusted the child into the fire, and quickly removed her again. The silk had caught alight, and quickly grew into a flame itself, but the priest held on. After a few seconds of burning, and with the crowd of onlookers gasping in horror, Harlen threw the silk from the child to reveal her, unhurt. The flames did not burn the child, and Harlen held her up for all to see. To the wonder of all in attendance, the child was cured. Gone were her frailties and malformations, instead replaced by strength, beauty and health. No longer deformed, Syrella looked as any other baby might: normal.
Still holding the child high above his head for all to see, Harlen spoke again.
"Here is your proof. Here is the power of the Lord of Light. You have seen the truth, now join us, for the night is dark and full of terror!"