Pull your forces back to the Spire

You give the order to pull your men back to the Spire, where you'll have a defensive advantage and your forces won't be spread out. You withdraw your forces back to the Spire, holding up and preparing for an attack by Lord Whitley and his forces.

Now seeing that you'll be an issue, the garrisoned forces push on, forcing you back to the Spire and laying siege. Without a source of food and a likely way out, you're left trapped. Unfortunately, they don't waste their forces throwing themselves at your walls, but simply wait, knowing you'll soon starve yourself to ****. Things then get hard again, as you all grow hungry and morale drops, and you never see a way to carve your way out of this place.

It isn't an arrow to the heart or a sword through the stomach that gets you in the end. When the garrisoned forces under Lord Whitley offer a pardon to all your forces upon your **** and their surrender, it becomes almost impossible to keep it together. Although Morrigan, Shaga and Bloodaxe stay loyal to you, trusting you'll see them through, bandits are a greedy sort and you've never proved anything to the Orcs. You're cornered by a group of men at one of your refuelling points, in a closet enjoying the flesh of a bandit. Before you can defend yourself, a dozen spears stab you through the throat and belly, killing you nearly instantly. Your last thought is that penetration is a far better way to fuck than a way to die.