Gaston turned back in his saddle to survey the Orc army. To either flank, giants nine times as large as any normal man took up positions. Around their feet, swarms of goblins clutching bows in their knobby hands chuckled with glee at the sights of the giants bellowing challenges and insults at the Bretonnians. On the top of the hill stood primitive rock throwing machines, called Rock Lobbas in the Orc tongue. Their crews were prepping them to hurl their deadly cargo into the air. The Lady's blessing will see to them, thought the Duke. On the downward slope of the hill stood too many Orc regiments to count. Yet, it still was not hard to pick out the two elite regiments of the army, the Big 'Uns and the Black Orcs. The Big 'Uns were aptly named, being a full head taller than their surrounding brothers. The Black Orcs were of a darker green skin than most, and dressed entirely in black. In the center of the army, a lizard-like creature with vicious jaws and bat-like wings stood with the Orc leader astride it. A Dragon?! thought Gaston in disbelief. Then he sighed in relief as he noticed it lacked arms and had an envenomed tail. It's only a Wyvern. Thank the Lady!

His relief was short lived as he studied the form astride the great beast. It was a hulking figure, about 8 feet tall with muscles on its muscles. In one green hand, he held an object not unlike a gigantic butcher's knife, which the Orcs called a "choppa." In the other hand, the orc clutched a totem of some kind, with a bird's skull affixed to the top. This could only mean the Orc leader was also a shaman. Instead of wearing armor, the orc was covered with some kind of war paint. The Duke had seen this war paint work. He knew it called upon the protection of the Orcish gods, Gork and Mork. Their protection could save an orc from a direct hit with a cannon! Gaston hoped the two sorceresses would be enough to gain the magical upper hand.

Gaston le'Rougal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The one special thing about the Bretonnian army was that it had no war machines or gunpowder devices. The Lady of the Lake deemed these dishonorable. The strength of the lances of charging knights was what the Bretonnians relied upon. Until then, they used their thick plate armor, their speed on horseback, the blessing of the Lady, and the magic of their sorceresses to protect them from enemy missiles and war machines. The Duke wheeled his horse around and began positioning his army to meet the enemy.

There were three bridges connecting one side of the river to another, one at each flank, and one in the middle. Gaston instructed his Knights of the Realm, the most numerous knights in his army to take up positions near the two flank bridges. He took the inexperienced but eager Knights Errant and had them support the Knights on the right. They are reckless, but their numbers and enthusiasm will suffice, the Duke mused. He took the far more disciplined Questing Knights and had them support the group of Knights on the left. Then he took the pride of his army, the Grail Knights, and put them to the center. Then, Gaston called up the only foot troops in his army, the archers, divided them into two regiments and set them on the bank, in between the bridges to better protect them from foot troops. The Duke then took his sorceress that wielded the power of fire, and put her with the regiment of archers on the left side. Morgana le Fay, a disciple of the Lady mounted on a Unicorn, took up a position at the head of the Grail knights. Gaston himself would fight alone, as always, trusting his double-handed sword and the protection of the Lady. He took up a position alongside his unit of Grail Knights. Only two things left to do, sighed the Duke.