The camp has been thrown into chaos. You rush through the camp alongside Darin, who does his best to hobble alongside you. In your arms is your armor and scabbard, but you've had no time to gear up.
Across the river, the rebels have begun to gather, forming their battle lines across the river. There are thousands. You don't have nearly enough time to count.
As you rush through the camp, gunning for the stables, you cry as loud as you can, "Up! Up! Ready yourselves! Up! Up, men, up!"
All around you, men gather gear and weapons. In the middle of the central path through the camp, men are already beginning to line up under their local commanders. Lesser nobles, knights, or village leaders all form a hierarchy, eventually leading up to you.
Darin stumbles behind you, falling against the side of a pavilion. You turn to assist, but he waves you off. "Keep moving! I's go get your sister. Rally the men."
"Darin—"
"I'm fine!" He stands back up, wincing as he places weight back on his leg. "Go!"
You nod and turn back to running. You sprint into the makeshift stables. It's chaos here as well, as men struggle to find and mount their horses amidst all the others.
After a minute of frantic searching, you run over to Aurora. She's calm, even in such a chaotic environment. You stop in front of her and quickly put on your armor, the full suit.
The hauberk, the greaves, gauntlets, coat of plates. You put on your belt, hang your scabbard and your helmet. You mount Aurora and take hold of the reins, leading her out of the stables.
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