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>be innapikesquare
>half the enemy force leaves the battlefield for some reason
>they're going to the forest
>whatsgoingon.tapestry
>they spend several hours cutting down trees, cutting off limbs
>you would attack but shit's just too enthralling to watch
>finally start dragging logs back to the formation
>wut.scroll
>logs are now in front of the formation
>front rank has dropped its shields and starts pushing the logs
>there's cavalry on either side of the logs poking at it with lances
>the logs start rolling
>struggle to contain laughter
>Lord whatshisface is struggling to tell the troops to open up their formation and retreat a few yards uphill in between gasps of mirth
>enemy has reached your forces, there's been some false alarms when a log started drifting the wrong way but they're fine now
>it's time to commit, they push as hard as they can and increase speed of the logs to a brisk walk
>manage to get to the foot of the hill before logs stop and roll backwards
>front rank all stubs their toes
>one guy gets trampled under a panicked horse running from the log
<other guys call a truce
>it seems cruel to kill them now
>whatshisface asks whose idea this was
>stabs him, join forces with other guys to round up any descendants he may have and get rid of them
>unfortunately they miss one
>he lives, and his descendants are deported to a penal colony
>eventually his grandson moves to leafland, where he has an illegitimate child with a canadian and produces 27181b