Siege!
During the twilight before dawn when the cold dampness of night still lingers and frost covers most of the ground and trees you issue an order for your men to attack. They attempt to move with stealth but make far too much noise. The forest people certainly are aware of their presence. You order them to dispense with the stealth and charge full speed ahead in the name of the Lord. A massive battle cry is produced in a wave across their ranks and the men attack the fortress from its southern and western wall. Strangely, no arrows are fired as they approach. Not even when the men reach the wall do the forest people respond. You can see that they are present at the crenellations of the fortress, just waiting. The men fetch their ladders and put them up against the walls and throw their grappling hooks. The forest people do not even try to knock down the ladders, they simply stare, never blinking, faces covered in war paint.
As soon as the first group of soldiers is halfway up the ladders the forest people dump hot boiling oil down the side of the castle, hitting the men on ladders and many of the men hoarded around the castle below. The screams and moans of men with their flesh melting off the bone fill the air just as the sun rises. As the sun continues its climb into the sky more boiling oil is dumped onto the men. Arrows then begin to fly down hitting men who remained clung to their ladders. The men attempt to return fire but very few are actually able to send arrows upwards and those that do miss their target miserably. The next rank of men marches over their dying comrades, ready to die for their lord and tries to put ladders back up. They meet the same fate.
This slaughter continues until a few men actually reach the top of their ladders. At this point the forest warriors simply push the ladders off the wall and these men fall to their dooms. You order the crusaders to go help them but they refuse, instead bowing down and praying and shaking. You can see fear in their eyes. The battle is lost, you order a retreat but it is too late. Few men manage to escape, getting pelted with arrows as they retreat. Every single enemy arrow seems to meet flesh, and every man struck is knocked down never to be able to rise again.
As soon as the first group of soldiers is halfway up the ladders the forest people dump hot boiling oil down the side of the castle, hitting the men on ladders and many of the men hoarded around the castle below. The screams and moans of men with their flesh melting off the bone fill the air just as the sun rises. As the sun continues its climb into the sky more boiling oil is dumped onto the men. Arrows then begin to fly down hitting men who remained clung to their ladders. The men attempt to return fire but very few are actually able to send arrows upwards and those that do miss their target miserably. The next rank of men marches over their dying comrades, ready to die for their lord and tries to put ladders back up. They meet the same fate.
This slaughter continues until a few men actually reach the top of their ladders. At this point the forest warriors simply push the ladders off the wall and these men fall to their dooms. You order the crusaders to go help them but they refuse, instead bowing down and praying and shaking. You can see fear in their eyes. The battle is lost, you order a retreat but it is too late. Few men manage to escape, getting pelted with arrows as they retreat. Every single enemy arrow seems to meet flesh, and every man struck is knocked down never to be able to rise again.