11-03-2022, 05:37 PM
"Up to this point, we've been training those we could with what we know. I am a knight. Almost from birth my life has been the art of war," Tiras replied. The Hyperion man might've meant no offense, but to assume a veteran like him was not able to drill his own troops? Unintentional, perhaps, but still insulting, lord or no. "I've helped Sir Adrian lead men in battle in the Schism. Training and drilling them is part of that, and spears and axes are easy to come by. You're welcome to join us, if you'd prefer to oversee their training yourself, Lennox. But please assume Renata and I know our business."
He looked at Renata, just wanting to see her face, before looking back into the fortress. The tension was high now, but with this force so strong now, with all the new additions, it was more of a reassurance that they could take what was coming.
They come... Lamps like red stars, distant on the road..., Persephone spoke into his mind. Tiras bolted to the crenelations at the front, peering left and right on the road; They were there. Rounding a long bend to come into view, there were five wagons, it looked like. Four lamps lit each wagon, one on each corner. They were large, flat wagons, with iron cages that could hold plenty of prisoners. The guards that marched alongside the wagons looked like army regulars, but were thankfully much fewer in number than he had feared. Still, no reason for complacency.
"Places. They'll be here before long," Tiras told the soldiers. Four guards per wagon, so twenty all told. In the thick of it they could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers, but if they held a defensible position, perhaps they could repulse most of them. They had to be skilled at least at subjugation, to be trusted with this mission. Elimine, allow us this deception.
He looked at Renata, just wanting to see her face, before looking back into the fortress. The tension was high now, but with this force so strong now, with all the new additions, it was more of a reassurance that they could take what was coming.
They come... Lamps like red stars, distant on the road..., Persephone spoke into his mind. Tiras bolted to the crenelations at the front, peering left and right on the road; They were there. Rounding a long bend to come into view, there were five wagons, it looked like. Four lamps lit each wagon, one on each corner. They were large, flat wagons, with iron cages that could hold plenty of prisoners. The guards that marched alongside the wagons looked like army regulars, but were thankfully much fewer in number than he had feared. Still, no reason for complacency.
"Places. They'll be here before long," Tiras told the soldiers. Four guards per wagon, so twenty all told. In the thick of it they could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers, but if they held a defensible position, perhaps they could repulse most of them. They had to be skilled at least at subjugation, to be trusted with this mission. Elimine, allow us this deception.
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Thank you Destin, for the awesome mug of Ambrose.