The Bitter cold of the winter stung his skin like a thousand bees. The wind whipped his cloak around, making his short hair become inreasingly uncomfortable under his hood. 'This wind is blowing to the enemies backs' he thought with a shock. 'Is this a sign from the heavens that i should order my men to retreat? Or a sign that there is no point in running.'
"Commander Riu Sir, What are your orders? Its been silent from the enemy for over 5 hours now. They never go this long without sending at least one line to bombard us with their catapults." The enemy was very keen on destroying us, and they were using tactics that very few men in this army had ever seen. Luckily enough Riu had seen in 100 times, yet all with different armies, all dead now.
"Well John, there is only one thing we can do." The commanders mind started to trail off to the few ways this battle could end.
"Sir?!"
"Tell every man to run."
Character Sheet: Riu is a quiet man, who dreamed of becoming a great warhero, but after witnessing the aftermath of his battles, and losing his fatherr in a rather nasty fight against these exact enemies, he decided it wasnt for him, even though he tried to find other useful jobs in his search, he didnt even find one and ended up being forced into the war effort to keep his home empire alive.
There is no magic, and no technology past a catapult, and no magic. Yet....