Note: This is just an introduction chapter. It will get more interesting as we go on. But for now lets just meet the main players in this little game called war.

March to Victory

The light was almost blinding as the sun began its slow decent into the horizon. As far as one could see, a sea of living metal marched down, across a seemingly never ending, series of rolling plains. This army of 12,600 English, long sword men, Pike men, Long bowmen, and Knights, was under the command of King Richard the Lion heart. Their objective: to route the the Mongol army from the east. With the Mongol forces estimated at a mere 6,500, Richard's army seemed to be a bit of an overkill. But then again, Richard most never underestimated his enemy.

Deep into the left flank, one footman made his way to war accompanied by his five of his life long companions. To his left was perhaps his closest friend, Norvin. A mammoth of a man at 6'3 and 250lbs. Norvin was a force to be reckoned with. Norvin was actually of Norwegian decent with Blond hair and blue eyes that always seemed calm and at rest. Not that nationality mattered to anyone.

To his right were two brothers and also close friends Irving, and Irwin. Both shared similar features, both had dirty blond hair and light, cheery, brown eyes though Irwin seemed to be thinning fast. They always worked as a team always trying to make light of any situation, a valuable aspect that helped everyone around them. All three of them were long sword men.

Lastly, the two men behind him were Burne and Everett. A bit of a round man Burne always had a bit of a smug look about him. His hair was black and he carried a small button nose. Not able to handle a sword with any efficiency Burne was pike men. Every one who knew him, including himself, though called him "King" because he always claims that he's "the last living descendant of King Arthur." Everett was a lean, but strong man with a light build. Everett held himself high, and let his red hair hang freely down to his shoulders. He had a very annoyed attitude, often complaining of his life in the service. This is why Everett was a long bow men, at least that way he didn't have to see who he was shooting.

"We take them down hard and fast, right pal?" Norvin Joked.

"Aye, Norvin that we will, hard and fast," Irving answered

"Right, hard and fast!" repeated Irwin. Norvin let out a deep laugh.

"Hey, look to the banner." the banner was the communication system of an army. It tells men when to retreat, charge, or halt amongst other things. "I think it's time to set up camp for the night." Everett explained.

"Good. So who will set up the king's tent tonight?" asked Burne, jokingly throwing his pack at Everett.

"The king can move his lazy ass and set his own tent, Burne." Joked Irwin

"Yeah, set your own tent, and give us a rest," Complained Everett rolling his eyes at Burne, "I'm tired of doing it."

"What do you mean your tired of it? I always end up doing it myself anyways," muttered Burne.

The word was spread, and the army settled in for the night the group set up their tents in their own little circle, consisting of six, one-man tents. Night fell quickly on the Englishmen, bringing a cold autumn wind to the camp. When the assembling was completed Irving, Irwin, Burne, Everett, and Norvin all came out of their corresponding tents, and gathered around their fire pit. Norvin occupied himself roasting a pig in the spit, while everyone else talked around the fire.

"So, how many do you think you're gonna' kill?" inquired Irving

"29,000 at least. I'd say," Replied Irwin throwing his voice to a deep and authoritative tone.

"Oh, really? Are you talking about Mongols, or mom's pansies?"

"Hey, they were asking for it!" Irwin rose above Irving's seat, glaring at him with the intent to kill.

"What is you two doing?" asked Norvin, dumbfounded by their actions

"Oh, nothin' Norvin. You just tend to your pig, alright?" Irwin said, patting Norvin on the back reassuringly.

"You know, you should try to enlighten him with your jokes. So he doesn't get any more confused then he already is," said the man from sixth tent, as he emerged.

"Ah, the big man is out," Irwin exclaimed, looking at the man of the sixth tent.

"What you mean? I've been out whole time," asked Norivn, once again confused.

"No, not you Norvin. I meant Hayes," replied Irwin. Norvin's lack of understanding was beginning to get on his nerves.

"Hey, how's the pig comin'?"

"Be done real soon. Is looking good, yes?"

"Looks like heaven to me," answered Burne.

He and Everett had been staring at the pig the whole time, their eyes filled with hunger. Hayes sat down next to Norvin. At six feet with a strong build he was a 'big man' as Irwin said. But that name was only for Norvin. Like Burne and Everett, Hayes was starving, his blue eyes fixed on the succulent pig roasting before him.

Feeling satisfied with his work, Norvin removed the pig from the spit, and set it to the side to cool, not that it took long in the cold night. As everyone stuffed their faces with roasted pig flesh, Hayes stood up to make a toast gathering their attention.

"My dear friends . . . ," Hayes started

"Oh how formal, what did someone die or something?"

"Not now Irwin." Hayes cut back in. "This time tomorrow, not all of us may be here to celebrate victory. So I'm taking the time now to tell you that no matter what, we fight, we die, and we live together"

"Aye" cheered the group

"TO WAR!" Hayes shouted

"TO WAR!" everyone cheered, except for Everett, who was still making a pig out of himself; eating the pig meat off of everyone's plate.