Boring, until the witch attacks

The morning is surprising quite. Only a few townspeople want to talk to you and you have enough time to stock up the supplies. Food, bandages and water are easy to buy. And for the weapons you also have an idea. The guards lately arrested an criminal arms dealer. You offer him his freedom in exchange for all his weapons. You knows this would only slow down his business but in the current situation it's a minor problem.

It's not even lunch time when you enjoy a short spare time on the walls of the castle. The captain of the guard keeps you company and thanks you for the new weapons. You also ask him what he wants to do when you take his job after retirement. It was never a question that you wait until he retires on his own free will.

He tells you about his plans to move to a quite village with his wife and grows vegetables like his son. To be honest it is a rather boring conversation but you try to be polite and listen. Your at best moderate attention turns out to be a stroke of luck. Because suddenly you see something flashing in the distance and in the next moment a flash of lightning bursts up the stone walls at the point where you were standing. You just managed to drag the captain away.

The other guards at the wall and in the courtyard are confused about what has happened. But you know where the lightning came from and when you look there now you see lots of small points by the hills nearby. You can't believe it. That are enemies running towards the city.

“RAIS THE ALARM!” you shout immediately, “THE DARK HORDE ATTACKS.”

It only takes a second before a guard in the belfry follows your orders. The alarm goes on and all guards rush in the courtyard. Also the townspeople hear the alarm and know it is time to either flee, hide or take refuge in the castle.

“Archers on the castle walls! Spearmen in the yard!” you shout, “evacuate as many civilians as you can before you lock the gate!”

“It's my job to say that, my lord,” the captain says and pulls out his sword, “but you do great. And I would be dead without your help. Thank you, sir.”

Another bolt of lightning strikes the wall and injures an archer. When a sharp stone chip hits your arm you realize that you are not in armor. You wounder if there is enough time to get your armor and come back. You look at the captain and he understands immediately.

“Go and get your armor!” the captain says and watches the enemies nervous, “they need a few minutes to arrive the town. But hurry!”

You nod and run to your room. The helmet and weapons are easy to put on but the chain mail is heavy a little tricky. At moment like this you wish you would have a squire. You know your father had one once. But you are quick and after you put on your armored gloves you return to the guards who already are about to lock the gate. The last townspeople are brought to the throne room or the dungeon. It's not comfortable but it's save.

“My lord, we have a large group of orcs coming straight to the castle,” “they are in range soon. But they have ugly, murderous creature with them. Looks like the giant child of a crab and a spider.”

Before you can comment this another lightning bolt collides with the wall and kills an archer. The damage on the wall seems not critical but you lost the first man in this battle.

“Bloody hell,” the captain growls “that's the forth time this fucking witch is shooting her magic at us. We can't spot her. Do you have any orders?”