User:The High King

I stood upon Doom Ridge, staring down upon the hordes of enemies below. My army of ten thousand, which I mustered to defend my kingdom and my throne, was heavily outnumbered. For every one of my soldiers, there was at least nine enemies for him to kill. They had more weapons than us, and they had good commanders. 90,000 men is a lot to kill when you have fewer men than the enemy does. They were bringing up mines, with the hopes of driving my men off from their positions. I