Legend has it amongst the people of the Wulfswood that some of those of the Wulfsbaen bloodline had wolfs blood within them, some could even become one themselves in battle. If it were true, the battle would be over by sun rise, as would all battles. He wouldn’t even need the army, just his fury, just his love of the hunt. Toran knew however, he couldn’t risk it all for a chance of him being a wolf himself. The plan was set. No need to die for a fantasy. The chief slowly put on his wolf pelt attire and grabbed his spear with it’s shiny rock on top, ducked under his tents entrance and stood beside his two guards that were positioned outside his tent.

“Proud men of the Wulfswood! Hear and gather before me!” he called, before waiting a few moments for the warriors to form a semicircle around him. “We have been granted the gift of surprise by the woods, the sun sets and the shadows grow long across their camp! They hide us from the sun! They favour us! Today will be the marking of the power our tribes have in the world, none shall stand against us, only beside us or beneath us!” He gave a moment for the men to cheer before continuing. “Chiefs! Gather in my quarters! Let’s talk on how best we can slaughter their men and take their maidens!” he said with a chuckle before turning on his heel and entering his tent once more.

Toran sat at the head of his table, the other chieftains sat to the sides of it, looking on at him, seemingly happy to be given a battle. They discussed the ways on how to defeat the traitorous Aedals. Many ideas arose before they came to a final plan, everyone agreed and Toran finalised what the plan exactly was before sending the men into position.

“We will send a strong body of warriors to the centre, 250 men, with javelins to throw before they clash with the traitors. While this happens we shall send another 100 some men on either side to hit the camp from the unguarded flanks after they move in, to combat our initial assault. We will then have the hornman sound, once all forces are in the fight, to have our central warriors fall back. The enemy will deem them as broken and focus on the flanking force, to this we send in the remnants of the starting force and the remaining 100 warriors to strike the enemy from the front, which will surely break them. Are we agreed on this plan, brave sons of the oak?” Quiet mutters of agreement and steady nods came from the men, “Very well, luckily the smart Chief Erwald here had us put the new soldiers’ tents at the east of our camp, they may not know that we had more men, so our front force will seem like our whole army.”

Toran and the others left the tent and sent the men into their positions on the flanks and presented the central force in front of the clearing. The chief could taste blood on the air...or was he just sweating? No, it couldn’t be sweat, he was the strong chief of Clan Wulfsbaen, he didn’t fear battle! Then again… there had yet to be a true battle in all of the tribal history of the Wulfswood… perhaps he had a right to sweat.

OOC info: I have 550 warriors here, they are armed with stone spears, the occasional club and they each have some javelins. We’re going to be presenting the 250 soldiers at Dusk, so, your actions should start around that time. Your time to set up, or if you're feeling lucky, your move. Try not to die too fast ;P