The old king clad in heavy armour stood with his chest proud and observed the battlefield. The links of chain in his chain mail clanged as he dragged his zweihander across the grass. Heavy blade over blades of grass. His wife, the Queen stood by his side, but taller as she stood upon a golden chariot. She held a slender longbow in her grip with an arrow primed and ready. The wind blew her exposed hair that was left free-flowing backwards but her stern and determined gaze did not falter.

By the king and the queen stood their royal advisers, bishops in occupation but strategists in nature. The coned hat with a cross emblazoned in its centre was intimidating to the fainthearted. A heavy spiked ball dangled on a chain. This was a flail of judgement. If the enemy did not yield to the their king and religion, then they would receive the blessing of the spiked ball to the skull. They did not charge into battle but they ensured both as motivation and invigoration to the frontline as a force to be reckoned with.

Next we had the knights, the horses were wild with fervour from the knights who sat patiently in search for vulnerabilities. Their job was to pick out the unsuspecting. They swerved in the midst and throes of battle to take down their enemies who were otherwise engaged.

Two towers loomed at the corners of the battlefield. Their presence is unmissable. The range of which the archers positioned behind embrasures that overlooked the field directly in front of them or their sides. Any fool that crossed their line of fire would be asking for death if they ignored these gargantuan and intimidating structures.

Finally, the frontline pawns. Comprised of indentured servants and militia, they were instructed to move only when they were told to move. To take a step forward and to bang against their bucklers to taunt the enemy. It in fact had the opposite effect as it clanged like a ladle to a cooking pot. They felt the least equipped for war and so they were glad that their instruction was to move as little as possible.

Directly opposite this army was almost a mirror image. Like two sides of a coin, these two armies represented the polar opposite of each other. Like night was to day, darkness was to the light and evil was to the good.

The pawns banged their bucklers, the towers prepared their volley, the knights reared their horses, the bishops recanted their prayers, the queen primed her arrow upon her chariot and the kings stared bitterly at each other.