Adosinda Castellanna
Captain-Chaplain of the Black Wolf
"I shall give you Oveda, King. And all of Hulva shall revel in your reign, so long such is Fair and Just."
Words Adosinda would regret uttering... Although once, she had believed the rightful ruler of Sparnia may have finally emerged, this single moment of pride came to haunt her, as soon as the dark odds gathered around the prized city....
The skies had grown dark; Clustered by the thick clouds of smoke, rising columns of death to carry the scent of dead and dying by plague and shrapnel and blade. Carriages bounced their way through the streets, once, now diving into the paveless mud, as all stone had been collected to be used as ammunition, or repair the fortifications and barricades alike. The black banners of the Wolf flew only by the strongest wind, for they now rested upon the pole soaked in rainwater. Rain. Initially, when the siege first begun, there was very little of it. Sparnia always had dry summers and green springs. But throughout the spring, the rallied forces of Espada and the Black Wolf had failed to pierce through the multiple layers of defence that protected Oveda; The very capital of Hulva province.
The first assault upon the walls took place long before the army grew, with the Black Wolf leading the charge against the Northern Gate. Although some initial success, the troops failed to take control of the gatehouse, suffering regardless not so many losses. The very next dawn, yet another assault was ordered by the Chaplain, Adosinda. That too had failed, resulting with the chaplain herself being wounded by a cannon shrapnel.
The days became weeks, during which the besieging army invested in fortifying and preparing trenchworks and artillery parks, to what started feeling like a long siege...
As the siege met the spring's heart, emissaries were dispatched across the province, calling the nobles of the land to reach out and swear allegience to the new King; @Marcus Aumont, and pledge their retinues to the red-yellow banner of Espada. A most successful campaign, indeed... Many of the Hulvan nobles brought their bannermen in the field, giving a most-needed boost to the besieger force. But too much, did Adosinda trusted, the lesser nobles... Something that, in time, she would come to regret.
As the siege was brought into a stalemate, a group of nobles, initially sworn to the Espadan rule, organized a night mobilization which saw several hundred troops slip into Oveda, along with supply wagons and one of the most treacherous acts that Hulva could remember. Something that was yet a mystery, whether it happened due to greed, or organized betrayal, to sabotage the entire war effort. The result, however, of this act, was the spike of hatred against the nobility, by the Black Wolf, and the vowing of vengeance. And so, the long siege continued....
As the summer went by, several attempts took place, with the casualties on both sides increasing, due to conditions as well as insufficient resources to commit to a breakthrough.... In all her pride, Adosinda could no longer hide her shame. The chaplain had promised Hulva to fall before Marcus, the King, in a quick capture of Oveda; The capital, and the beheading of the greed-corrupt nobility that once ruled. Something that, after some five months of siege, she could not deliver. Although the stalemate had concentrated all attention in this one engagement, with no efforts by either side being made to attempt a decisive battle, allowing Espada to effectivelly bypass the province, with most of the peasantry and lesser nobility already sworn to Marcus Aumont, the province itself was yet unbent, forming a flag of resistance against the once holy order of the Black Wolf, that now had remained locked in a seemingly perpetual siege...
More and more allied troops arrive in the battlefield, with the besiegers gradually cutting off all roads around the city.
Through the Northern road, otherwise known to the locals as the "Fish Trail", the separatist army marched through the night, taking formation within the Espadan siege lines, by dawn, making ready for a push into the city. With significant numbers, and multiple supply wagons, one such host making it into the city would drastically shift the balance of powers, jeopardizing the war effort against the royalists. To counter this threat, the Espadan troops muster and ride out to meet the separatists in the field, before the enemy makes their way in range of Oveda's cannons.