Noratos

The vanisian Knight-Prince Noratos Arturion von Avore was looking towards the wide plane of grassland in front of him, on his face was a concerned expression. His retinue, consisting of twenty knights of the western Kingdom of Vanis, was severely outnumbered by the marauding horde of greenskins. For every knight, there were more than five enemies on the field. Odds not easily beaten even by the elite lancers of the west. After all, even the capabilities of what heavy cavalry could achieve on the battlefield had its limitations. Noratos very well knew, that the sizable horde of greenskins mustn’t be underestimated. Blindly believing in vanisian superiority, would be the certain doom of him and his noble knights, which would lead to death and destruction to those he wanted to protect the most. The good people of his kingdom, whose safety and prosperity was paramount to him. As he was gladly willing to give his life for his people. The core of the enemy’s fighting force was made out of