Chapter 2- Ictis
The king decided to move Casticos and his army, which was refitted with many heavier troops, towards Ictis.
But before we arrived at Ictis, our diplomats tried bribing the city to surrender, but it didn't work and we had to lay siege to the town.
A year passed before the enemy decided to sally forth. They had no hope.
We hung back in the woods while the main army advanced.
The enemy army, badly depleted due to starvation, began to file sullenly out of the town.
Our skirmishers harassed them while they formed up.
Soon our forces met in a titanic struggle as the enemy put everything they had in order to stop us.
They did not succeed.
We soon captured the main gate, with little price for us, but the path to it was paved with the bodies of the enemy,
The enemy withdrew to the town center, and our men stormed it.
The enemy was soon surrounded in the town square and they fought to the last man, preferring death to surrender.
Ictis was ours. We now looked northwest, to Scotland and the land of the lightning-farting giant and to the far north, where we hear there are ferocious whales that repel all invaders. Once again, my friend disagrees, saying that it's just a spelling error, but I don’t believe him.
I wish my King was satisfied with the land we have now, but he says that it's our destiny to own all of the British Isles. Why he wants it all, I have no idea, but if he wants it, I suppose it's my duty to obey.
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