*After some time of preparation, the order is given that the troops are to set off for Denver. They are informed that no more attrocities are to be comitted, and should it be discovered that the enemy is entrenched in the city, that civilian casualties are to avoided as much as possible. The troops march and ride off. Eventually they reach the city, the heart of the enemy's House. They see that the city is surrounded by American troops, bombarding their own town with artillery and obvious disregard for civilian life. Inside are Snow's troops, dismounted, heavilly dug in and fighting for their lives.*
GM: Captain, ready the men. We're going to charge head-on into their rear and try to break the back of the siege. If we can lighten up their attack enough, maybe Snow's boys can break out and we can join together for a pincer.
Vanirian Captain: Sir, yes, sir. I'll send out the order right away, sir.
GM: Very good. And find the 3rd Rifle Company, I have a specific mission for them.
Captain: What is it, sir?
GM: See that cannon battery over there? Besides for the men loading and firing the cannons, the entire battery is undefended. The 3rd Rifle is to capture and hold the battery until our artillery specialists can reach them and take control of the heavy guns. Without the shelling they're taking now, Snow's troops will be able to come out more into the open and fight better. Plus, if we can turn those guns on the American troops, we'll have enough firepower to shatter their lines.
Captain: Excellant plan, sir. I'll tell them of it.
*The officer rides off to give the orders. Amazingly, the Denverites are so intent on destroying Snow's Cav that they don't notice the Vanirian force behind them. Suddenly, a warcry erupts and the Vanirians charge. The Cavalry and Knights lead the way, firing volleys of hot lead into the backs of the Americans. They are followed by a mixture of riflemen, swordsmen, and archers, all running at full speed towards the masses of enemies. The riflemen fire volleys at the Americans, running too fast to aim at all, while the archers rain down sheets of death. Finally, the first wave of mounted soldiers crashes into the Denverite ranks. Random gunshots ring out as cavalrymen take aim and fire, often fighting with a sabre at the same time. The fighting is hand to hand as knight's clash swords with American bayonets and other weapons. Men are cut down in torrents by the Vanirian storm. Now the swordsmen on foot reach the throng of people and attack with all their might. Many fall against the superior marksmanship and range of enemy riflemen, but many still are able to overwhelm and kill their enemies. The riflemen fire one last volley of red hot devastation into the crowd before charging down the besiegers with bayonets. The archers keep their distance, knowing that hand to hand fighting is useless, but eventually even they are drawn in, firing arrows at point blank range and sometimes stabbing opponents as though the arrows were daggers. Then a loud cheer is heard from the far-right of the battlefield. The 3rd Rifles had taken control of the American artillery! The barely armed Vanirian cannoneers ran through the thick fighting to the captured battery and began to wheel the huge guns around. A loud boom was heard as a salvo of grapeshot tore into the mass of troops. A few moments later the second round was fired. When a cannonball took off the head of one American general, and the other was struck down by a Knight's sword, the Denverites paniced and broke rank. Many fled into the surrounding countryside and escaped. Others tried to scale the walls into the city, and were either shot down or captured inside the walls. Others franticly surrendered and were allowed to live, while still more tried to fight a desperate running battle trying to break out of the Vanirian encirclement and were either killed in action or captured. The victorious Vanirians entered the city, where they met with Snow's forces.*
GM: So, Captain Snow, we meet at last.
