What…is that a hammer and anvil? spells?” Like a dreamer trying to hold onto what she saw as she woke. Hammering on an anvil, bloody, dirty, a vacant yet intensely focused look in her eyes. The stared at the image of Nawalishifra as she stood there. The officers peered at the scrying orb, frowning. Civilians had begun to take up arms, but only a few. The officers winced to see the engaged in a bloodbath with Reim’s defenders, but it was plain to see they were wearying. Instantly, the scrying spells, maps, and entire war room refocused around the breach. “Great Supreme Marshal-the primary breach under siege. The turned as one of his begged an audience. Each one of you will be granted the autonomy you seek, and my plan of battle stands. The lightning towers the Architect had set up had inflicted a terrible toll. Far better to be known for striking the decisive blow rather than the opening offensive that would fail.Īnd it would fail, with those terrifying veterans and Reim at full strength. To do just this-mainly because the officers were keen on surviving their assaults. To be clear-the plan up till now had been to send the Hemp in. Mind you, his servants still entertained the guests, but the officers had forgone alcohol and other drugs today and yesterday, knowing they would need full use of their faculties. They surrounded the, who, sensing the end was nigh, had abandoned all luxuries and was standing at the command table. I petition for a Burning Spearstorm maneuver via friendly-fire Skills.”Īnother was begging to lead a charge with his brigade. I have two hundred jump-capable warriors who will strike past the walls and break their lines. “And I shall execute a Heron’s Strike on the breach, here. I will launch four hundred enchanted arrows and destroy all who stand before us-perhaps even clear the way to the palace itself!” Imported and redesigned after purchase from the Drathian isles-a true masterpiece from the first wars of conquest under the foul King of Destruction himself. One excited was pointing at the north wall where the gate was breached. So the command tent was abuzz with officers demanding to lead the first charge in. Now was the time for plans to be executed. Open another, and everything would be on a needle’s edge. These two gaps were the first weak links. By holding the breaches, they had to take from existing fortifications, and they were outnumbered. All they had to do was overwhelm the defenders. The trick was to move them around the walls, so they had no idea the breach they were sent to was a killing ground, unlike the groups who’d been staring at the carnage.įrom the position of Nerrhavia’s command, it was an acceptable loss. Like a series of hovering moths, the individual divisions kept moving towards walls, climbing ladders, entering breaches. Their morale held-mainly because the waves of going in kept marching into the breach without seeing what had happened to the last group. Only Skills, the press of bodies, and fear of their officers’ wrath kept them moving, and the promise that this would mean glory, gold, and an end to fighting. In such narrow confines, the attackers had to run into lines of spears and area-of-attack spells, not to mention hails of arrows. A spell cast by a Level 30+ sent bodies flying. A gate had gone down, and were flooding the breach.
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