Post by Zula on Jul 17, 2015 14:21:22 GMT
They were not expecting him, busy they where mesmerized by the unholy fires of their false idols. And finally his templar’s did what they were brought to do, slay dominion filth in their own fortress.
It was carnage, it was glorious. And it was still going on, his templar’s where busy scurrying around the fortress to kill those that remained. He had ordered them to leave none alive, unless of course they surrendered.
He knew they wouldn’t he knew no one would mind.
He saw upon the thumbless horsemen, their eyes filled with tears.
Tears that said, ‘we are useless mah lord’. But you saved us still.
‘I did not come here to save something useless. I came to save brave soldiers of our mighty republic’ and sobbing filled through the halls, and their eyes filled now with the right proper feeling.
They would give their lives for him, gladly and with a smile with their face.
‘I shall give you vengeance.’
They cheered on.
And I was not lying. They tought they where useless, because they couldn’t not fire a gun, or hold to reins or weapons. But they did not need to hold.
They could be strap on the horses, alongside a musketmen or an inquisitors. They could be strapped on shields, and turned into a wall.
And they would do that gladly, enduring pain, enduring suffering.
Because he was their savior.
As he looked above from the highest tower, he could to his left the fires of the city growing. And towards his right the fires of the deamon. And in further the distance the birds, scurrying away once more from his grasp.
As he saw the fire, he could probably guess the decision that would be taken down there.
And that he would not allow, they had scurried away too long, and the city was right there. By constantly escaping at the first sight of conflict and magic, this generals where infusing in their soldiers the fear the Inquisition had dedicated its existence to vanquish.
Today would not be an exception to that purpose.
‘’De campo’’ He said ‘’Send messengers both to the First Citizen and Garrek, tell them that we will not retreat from this walls. We will make our stand here, bring down this walls, burn this city down and kill that bloody daemon.
All of us should cross the river, tell those that we left just behind to come. Bring the artillery and bring it up to the highest towers. From here we shall bomb them down. Bring out best inquisitors and make them put their balms on the cannonfire. That shall put this bloody daemon some problem.’’
‘’What if they refuse my commander, what if Corso imposes a retreat once more?’’
‘’If the First Citizen, in his wisdom, bloody decides to run like a little girl again. Tell him that he is free to go, but we shall stay here. Tell every bloody general that if they want to retreat they can. But we will not support them on their foolishness, the Inquisition shall not accompany or protect them. I know there is enough sense in some of them to see the foolishness of that. They cannot survive this battle without us.’’
‘’And of the Sistorian prince?’’ De Campo asked
‘’He? Garrek? He is one of the few commanders here that I still think he has his wits on his brain. Attempt to convince him, tell him he can’t deny the foolishness that as been going on. Corso made us march to the city, ignoring hopeless dominion forces, and now when those forces retaliate, when a powerful deamon is inside the city he wants to just retire? I hope he has enough sense to see this as the truth. If not , appeal to other generals .’’
‘’He would point out that we don’t know what Corso wants my commander.’’
‘’And you really think he will propose something different? He wanted to retreat at the first sight of enemy troops behind the river this morning. He is scurrying around this field like it was a lake, or an ocean. Troops get tired of marching, and moving around. There is no wind behind their backs to allow so many maneuvers. If our troops are to get tired, lets get the tired cutting down the numbers of the enemy that’s right between us, and that bloody castle.’’ He said while pointing towards the pillar of light that came from Radiance’s palace.
And then he felt it, in the distance a severe disturbance.
Something got in, something big, or something’s big. Spirits most likely.
He remembered the mastodons he slayed yesterday
Could had they been powerful enough to make a breach? And if they did, what came in? Could it be related to what Manlia told him?
There was no time to delve in that.
‘’I shall go order the cannons themselves to cross once inquisitors get near the bridge to protect them from those wretched shark things. And there, I will go myself with the riders to stop that unholy fire.’’ And to prevent any more foolishness from the others, he surely hoped to meet Garrek on the way and convince him if the he hadn’t gone craven already by the whispers of those that conspired against this whole campaign from within.
Post by kerrah on Jul 19, 2015 1:00:51 GMT
Garrek grunted in displeasure at the restraint shown by the enemy. Unfortunately it wasn't his own men who were there to see it and be emboldened by his defiance. For over an hour he baited the Sistorian cavalry, but to no avail. After making his tour, he turned back to his own lines and shouted for messengers to be fetched as he rode past the pikes. Explosions were firing up north. Fresh blood on the field. He cursed in his mind and listened to the freshest battlefield intel before speaking out.
"Send one of these inquisitor companies [green comp 1] from this side of the river to support and protect Corso! Tell my foreign regiments [red reg 1, 2, 5, 7], the northern artillery battery [blue party 4, 9], the pioneers [yellow reg 11, 12] and those horseback inquisitors [green party 1] to cross the secondary bridge and secure the riverbend on the other side of it. Hopefully there'll be no need to fight the cavalry there. No pursuing them! We're going to need that location to salvage this situation that Corso's overeagerness put us in."
"What about you, general?" The messenger asked.
Garrek shrugged. "I'll keep at what I've been doing. Even if I can't provoke the enemy, they'll be too distracted shaking their fists at me to charge my foreign pikes while they're vulnerable." The soldiers saluted him and he turned his horse back around, returning to his saunter of shame.
Post by kharakian on Jul 19, 2015 1:42:28 GMT
OOC: Since our First Citizen isn't around, I am giving orders for his units.
Orders for the group of Five Cannons south of the river.
Fire Plan Yellow: Bombard the enemy mages firing on us, alternating shots for round and hot shot. I want them taking fire and the general are they are in on fire as well.
Fire Plan Orange: This order overwrites Fire Plan Yellow, if the enemy tries to cross the western bridge and attack our army. All cannons go to maximum fire to discourage them from trying to cross the bridge and if needed will switch fire to the bridge itself to destroy it.
Fire Plan Red: If the enemy cavalry or other units on the East Side of the river try to attack the main force, all cannons switch fire to repel the attack. Fire Plan Orange and Red share priority so the cannon fire will be split to repel a bridge assault even during Fire Plan Red.
Orders for the two cannons left north of the river, pull back to the river's edge and stay near the inquisitors there. Once they setup again, they are to fire on either the enemy cavalry attacking us or the mages if they are still in range, preference is for the cavalry. If neither is present, targets of opportunity. If nothing else is in range, they are lobbing hot shot over the wall to burn the city.
Everything else near the wall and taking fire is to pull back South to the river's edge, which should put them out of range.
"Pull back!" Commodore Taniel ordered as he tried to keep things organized. The Inquisitors were south of the river. The High Inquisitor was doing sky knew what in the fortress. The First Citizen was busy giving an inspirational speech. The General was... out riding on his horse apparently. "Empty Bloody Sky! Do I have to do everything myself?!" He muttered to no one. The Dominion's mages were proving their danger once more. It fell to him to deal with it.
"Flare gun, red please." He ordered one of the marines in his personal bodyguard who promptly passed him one. "Now... hopefully they get the message." He aimed the flare at the sky and pulled the trigger.
Across the river, a signal flag was raised... the cannons had gotten the message. Red flare, attack the threat to us. In this case, the violent light show currently occurring. "That is one thing dealt with." Taniel said as he passed the flare gun back to the marine. "Now to keep the troops organized." He said as he headed off to give more orders.
Post by ashenmoon on Jul 19, 2015 19:42:34 GMT
Turn 19 - about 3 pm - turn ends Sunday 26th (long turn - travelling break again)
Note: Republic, I realized after last turn’s update that I hadn’t updated the range display on the units you boosted with quality - as you add more quality, their aim obviously gets better! So that’s why some of your regiments now have larger ranges displayed.
Chaos rained down upon the soldiers out in the open before the walls of Falor. Hundreds fell screaming as the arcing tendrils of destructive magic lashed the ground. Lightdancer, son of a god and Seraph of the Dominion, led his followers into battle - and they made good on their name: the Last Argument of Radiance. The presence of their leader was unmistakable even from the distant view of the Republican lines, as all around him colour was drained from the world and concentrated in his brilliant form. From afar, it seemed all the hill and the sky above it had become grey, coated with ash - and in the centre, the shine of Lightdancer himself.
The gates of the Vigil Unblinking were thrown open, and the High Inquisitor assembled a hasty defence against the scourge. Hundreds more lay dead or thrashing on the beaten earth before the main part of the Republican front had taken shelter beneath the Inquisitors’ defensive magicks. Cramped and panicking, order deteriorated quickly - nobody knew whose orders to obey. Several regiments of the Foreign troops - steely-hearted - ignored the threat of the Seraph’s lashing fires, and obeyed their distant general’s directives to cross the bridge to the northeast. Gori, in a brief moment of respite, sent some of his more rested troops along with Garrek’s.
Cannon batteries opened fire from all quarters, a howling storm of whines and cacophonous crashes to answer that of the Seraph. Several of their shots went far off target, as exhaustion took its toll on the men operating the artillery. Through plumes of dust and smoke rising from hungry fires, the Last Argument spun their webs of sorcery, again and again finding cracks in the Inquisitors’ shields, claiming victim after victim to their deathly reach.
It seemed the terrible exchange would never stop.
Until, suddenly, the colour drained by Lightdancer was suddenly restored, the sky above the plumes of smoke rising from the ruined city once more a clear blue. The Last Argument’s magic was cut off and seen no more. All was dust and jagged ruin where they had stood before.
Stunned, the Republican lines raised a ragged cheer, even as the last tendrils of deadly magic sunk to the ground around them.
All the while, south of the river, confused and frightened soldiers watched the events to the north - unmoving, like deer caught in a sudden light.
But then they looked south again, and they saw the General riding before them - Garrek, fearless, even in this dark moment mocking the enemy. Slowly, their spirits and their voices came back to them - a rising wave of desperate jubilation. They had come far on this quest, and none had expected things to be easy. No, now was not a time to fear - they had all known the devilry they were going to face - to destroy, once and for all!
The Dominion cavalry drew back, farther and farther, to ever louder jeers. Then someone, somewhere down the line, shouted a single word, over and over. It was picked up by those beside him, and then spread like wildfire, repeated by thousands of hoarse throats, the voice of mountains speaking, inevitable, unstoppable:
“Man! Man! Man!”
A single rider left the Dominion lines, trotting towards the watching masses. As he came closer, they watched with wonder: the rider was naked and gagged, tied across his horse, the skin of his back lashed, all but flayed - blood streaked the wild-eyed horse.
Garrek intercepted the man. Pinned to him was a note, stating that this was Tycorro Tassar, a man who would have betrayed the Dominion with his own weaknesses - by surrendering to his base nature and attacking the Republic against the High Palatine’s command. And so he were sent to his kin, Men, with their love of their own race’s fallibility.
Soon, Inquisitors flocked to the scene. Tycorro Tassar was a high-ranking Dominion commander and would have to be questioned.
Post by kerrah on Jul 30, 2015 13:24:57 GMT
Garrek spat to the grass off his saddle. "Do with him as you wish. He is no kin of mine. Not any more."
Surveying the battlefield and listening to the reports coming in, he felt elated for the moment. It had looked dark for a moment there, but now things were turning out for the better. Straightening his back slightly, he felt the envelope in his chest pocket and cleared his throat.
"Send word to our southern artillery battery: they are to destroy the bridge crossing the main river, and then to retreat to cross northward. The Republic's armies are to start filing north past the bridge from here as well. The cannons are not to be left unguarded, though! No more than half of our infantry are to cross before the artillery. Once everyone is over, we'll consider wrecking that bridge too, but for now, let's keep our options open."
The under-officers saluted him, and he rode northward, to join his own troops. They were in a safe position, and could rest to recuperate. Joining them, he greeted Oshett in a reserved way and dismounted. He adapted a less official manner to his speech and bearing, hoping to make amends with his subordinate.
As the two sat down to catch their breath, Oshett responded to every direct question, but otherwise remained quiet and sullen. His face was still scarred and swollen at parts, and he missed teeth, but at least the medics had washed the wounds and cleaned the blood. The fact that he had been on his feet and overseeing the Foreign Legions until Garrek's arrival spoke about his fortitude.
A silence fell for over a minute between the two men. Finally, Oshett broke it up, speaking up for the first time out of his own initiative. "What's next, general?" He asked.
Garrek simply shrugged, fingering his general's baton. "If we'd had a rock solid plan since this battle began, we'd be dead thrice over. The enemy forces us to adapt, so it's better to not have any long-term ideas we're not prepared to drop the moment something goes wrong. Besides, I'm starting to suspect we might have enemies amidst our own."
The commandant grew still at the suggestion, and said nothing. Garrek likewise did not push the topic. Instead, he spoke up to the attendants waiting with his horse some ten paces away: "You! Fetch us wine. The First Citizen can't have a monopoly on luxuries at wartime."
Post by ashenmoon on Jul 31, 2015 13:22:16 GMT
Turn 20 - about 4:30 pm - turn ends Sunday 2nd
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Still stunned from the carnage of the sorcerous assault, the Republican forces arranged before the city walls step aside, as Garrek’s command to move north is enacted. Thousands of fresh troops make their way to the front lines - trodding scorched earth, littered with the fallen.
Most troops settle in and try to rest. The artillery fires only occasionally - once, to frighten off a Dominion cavalry regiment approaching from the east, and then a few scattered shots over the city walls.
Furtive movements on the city walls are spotted, and alarms are sounded. But if it is a assault, it is a strange one - for the enemy is simply heaving the bodies of dead men and women over the walls, falling to the ground below.
Gori recognizes it for what it is: the remains of magi and spirit-hosts. After any major sorcerous battle, the energies released by the dead was a gateway to the nether-world - a gateway through which spirits could pass into the mortal world, to possess the bodies of the dead and cause havoc. High Inquisitor
The captive, Tycorro Tassar, is brought into the Vigil Unblinking for questioning.
Post by Zula on Aug 5, 2015 13:40:28 GMT
Sorry but I will post in OOC despite I had ideas to write. I will try to write it later, after you update.
-Get artillery into the towers of the fortress
-Interrogate the prisioner, extract all information I can. Use sadistic torture if neccesary, but try to soften him first
-Deal with the dead bodies, try to neutralize their magic, or try to send them to the other side. Explore the posibility of shooting them from cannons.
-Sappers should, once they can count with terrain inquisitors see the best way to get on top of the wall.
-Once they get there, getting artillery on is a must.
-If there is time, try to see if a trench could be formed on the west flank
-Kerrah's troops elite troops should rest.
-Try to see about getting the fingerless guys, to do whichever of the two previous options I tought of.
Post by ashenmoon on Aug 6, 2015 18:14:51 GMT
Turn 21 - about 5:30 pm - turn ends Saturday 8th
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Under the oversight of Inquisitors, the 4th Arquebus regiment dragged aside the dead bodies thrown over the wall. Heaping them to the west, they soon noticed strange things - ghostly visions - appearing. The Inquisitors warned them off: the spirit wells had begun to form…
Meanwhile, two full batteries of artillery were laboriously dragged onto the Vigil Unblinking’s high towers - overlooking the city walls themselves. From such a vantage, they were free to fire upon the masses of zealot infantry grouped in the far south of Falor. And as the zealots retreated, terrain-bending Inquisitors and Pioneer regiments rushed forward - scaling the walls, seizing the gates. Soon, ancient mechanics screeched in protest as the great doors swung slowly open...Gori
The mutilated prisoners marched, proudly, out the gates of the Vigil Unblinking. In the depths of the fortress’ armouries had been found great and ancient stores and armouries - now each of the thumbless prisoners had strapped to their arms a huge shield, ensorcelled by Inquisitors to afford extra protection against magics.
The Vigil’s new prisoner - Tycorro Tassar - the Inquisition learned had been excommunicated by the High Palatine because he had been too eager an enemy of the Republic. Tycorro had wanted to charge the Republic lines, and exact vengeance for his beloved House Sistorian by slaying the apostate “General Garrek”. But the High Palatine had had him flogged and exiled for his efforts.
The man hated the High Palatine more than he hated the Republic. He would gladly fight the Palatine, as long as no harm befell House Sistorian. It was the High Palatine who had hired - in secret - a band of Plutaran mercenaries, who had brought a battery of cannon to fight for the Dominion. Now those Plutaran mercenaries and - to Tycorro’s knowledge - all of the rest of the Dominion army, save the Sistorian cavalry, were inside the city walls. Prince Kansar Sistorian and Princess Maurielle Jahimi led the defence there. Meanwhile, because of the High Palatine’s politicking, the Dominion divine leadership - Dawn Lantern and Black Sun, the elder brother and sister of Lightdancer - were at the brink of civil war. Garrek
The Foreign regiments rested, deep and dreamless sleep. Exhaustion was etched into their closed faces. Perhaps, when they woke, they would look more kindly upon the world… and their general.
Garrek watched as the Dominion cavalry moved north, safely out of range for the artillery.
Post by ashenmoon on Aug 10, 2015 21:51:40 GMT
Turn 22 - about 6:30 pm - turn ends Thursday 20th (GM out travelling - again. But, for the last time this summer!)
Link: dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/14467358/eclipse/eclipse_republic_tactical_ag80135dgva_022.jpgThe Republic
Most of the soldiers rest, save the Pioneer regiments securing their hold on the walls. Only the weary cannon crews continue to feed their great weapons of war, blazing a torrent of fire into the distant city. Their aim may be less than it used to be, but they do not focus on precision as much as to set the city alight.
In that, they are succeeding.
From atop the Vigil Unblinking, High Inquisitor Gori watches grimly the fires spread. The city is seething with motion and smoke - some of it a sorcerous mist - but it appears the enemy is pulling the bulk of their troops outside cannon range.
A shout of alarm alerts him to sudden danger.
From out of the setting sun dark winged shapes materialize - and he sees them: the great Eagles, carrying heavy loads of sorcery-infested boulders, sweeping in to attack the artillery batteries stationed on the fortress’ highest towers. They would strike within a minute...
Post by Zula on Aug 20, 2015 14:24:46 GMT
As the city burned he could not avoid to think what would the High Palatine would be thinking.
But he enjoyed the sight of this ancient city caching fire. Lightdancer was dead, one out of three.
The great prize remained there, the pillar of light reaching into the sky. But the eclipse was drawing near. And with it, the dawn of a new era.
A era of humans, were he would guide them to their proper fate.
Then the sound of alarm called his attention, and he set his eyes on the setting sun.
In the distance he saw them great and almost majestic, the eagles.
He smiled, and laughed for a moment, as he ran around screaming for orders.
They didn’t had much time. But they had a fortress filled with inquisitors.
And they had him.
So far those birds had avoided his grasp, tearing apart some of their artillery and causing havoc on his lines.
But not now, this was the last time those eagles would pester him.
He would either destroy them or bind them to his will.
As the puny spirits they were.
Because he was High Inquisitor Gori radiant light of the Republic
-The ground troops should get some, two parties I would wager, of artillery on the walls of the city, so to increase range and sight.
- Everyone that’s not immediately needed, should rest.
-Everyone on the fortress should do its best to deal with the eagles, destruction is an objective, but binding if possible would be awesome too. Maybe the shield dude could help somehow if they are there.
Post by kerrah on Aug 23, 2015 0:55:54 GMT
The troops were resting while the siege continued. It would be twelve more hours, or even longer, until the eclipse began. "We got here too early", Garrek groused to himself thoughtfully before his attention was called by scouts returning. They reported of the cavalry movements up north, which the general could only barely see with his spyglass.
"There's one bridge intact between us and them", Garrek said thoughtfully, stroking his dusty, dirty beard. "We don't want to give them any room to manoeuvre. I'm taking the two most rested regiments up there and wrecking the crossing. Oshett is in charge until I return; tell him to rest here unless something urgent happens." With that, he began to rouse his troops and gave the order to follow the river north to the unbroken bridge.
Post by kharakian on Aug 23, 2015 8:04:34 GMT
Commodore Corso had one firm order on his cannons being brought onto the walls, no.
They were already trying to hunker down in this spot too much. Why he had no idea. The city was burning now. And trying to march through burning city was an insane idea at the best of times. Outright lunacy when the enemy was around.
Bad enough they had wasted time putting the cannons into that stupid prison. It would take as much time getting them out of there as it did to get them up there.
OOC: No more cannons on the walls. And we need to get the current cannons rest. No more firing unless 100% needed. The fire is spreading on its own and the enemy was pulling back. That is good enough.
On a side note, we really should be preparing to move to the NE. Our current position is untenable and we can no longer assault the city from here.
Post by ashenmoon on Aug 23, 2015 14:03:42 GMT
Turn 23 - about 8 pm - turn ends Wednesday 26
From the setting sun they appeared, the Siege of Sistorian, a dozen great eagles - spirit-beasts mounted by wiry Dominion magi, carrying heavy loads of ensorcelled boulders to destroy their targets. Over the bronze-glimmering river they sped towards the ancient walls of the Vigil Unblinking, powerful wings beating thick air, mustering speed.
When they knew they had been spotted and secrecy no longer was a possibility, they screeched, loud and piercing, triumphant birds of prey diving towards the ground. Servina Eterian whispered to Greatwind her companion, and his span extended suddenly, a thunderous braking against atmosphere as he plunged the final distance, great claws unclenching - the burden he had carried falling like an arrow to its target.
Republican artillerymen screamed in terror, before the crash and mayhem of architecture drowned out all speech.
In rapid succession - mere heartbeats apart - more of the eagles let go of their load. Not all struck as true as had Greatwind. But those who did were unstoppable. Cannon splintered like twigs. Great showers of bricks exploded from rooftops and walls, sailing calmly far away - with strength enough to pierce armour in sudden mists of blood. From sudden clouds of dust, Republican soldiers screamed and howled.
Greatwind was already safely away by the time the Inquisitors struck back.
Dark-swirling shadows snaked out from hidden places. Tendrils of smoke snaring wings, claws, beaks. Formless but with hideous strength, they reached into the darkling sky and pulled.
Two, three, then four of the great birds thrashed and struggled, to no avail. Relentlessly they were tugged down by Inquisitor-spun nets. Above, their free brethren - powerless to intervene - circled, echoing cries bearing witness.
It was Adavin Eterian, son of Servina, who first plunged his dagger into the back of his mount’s skull - Whitefeather was her name. Several hundred meters above ground, his flailing form fell through the air for several seconds before his body was reduced to a broken jumble of flesh, spattered across the parade ground of the Vigil Unblinking.
One after another, the trapped riders did the same.
Wailing, the Siege watched their brethren commit suicide rather than allow the Inquisitors to torture their beloved companions. Erat slew Fairsky. Darael slew Highnest. Taramin Sistorian waited until the very last, clinging to Wintercloud until his desperate wings were caught by hooks and ropes thrown from Inquisitors on the ground. Then she killed Wintercloud, and with a swift stroke cut her own slender throat.
By the time it all was over, night had cleared the skies. The remaining eagles left at last, heading north over the smoking city.
From the highest tower of the Vigil Unblinking, the coal eyes of the High Inquisitor followed them until they were long disappeared into the darkness. The Republic
The Republican army rested, a nervous sleep before the very walls of the city of untold legends. Tomorrow was the final day - the day of the Eclipse. Tomorrow, all that they had come to do would either be accomplished… or laid into utter ruin. Tomorrow.
And yet the enemy was safely ensconced within his city. The unholy pillar of light which pierced the starry sky marked where the demon-king Radiance still held court. Even now, no doubt, his infamous debauchery continued with careless feasting, while mortal men toiled and sacrificed.
The fires which had been started in the city continued to rage, particularly to the south of the river. To the north, it seemed the enemy were using the respite from the artillery to fight back with heedless ferocity against the flames. Heaving clouds of mist blanketed entire regiments, lit luridly from below by fires soon smothered.
General Garrek headed out with a small contingent, methodically destroying the bridge upstreams. By the time he was satisfied, night had already fallen and the campfires of the Dominion Sistorian cavalry lit up the hills to the north. He turned back.
A messenger arrived. A man had been found at the nearby palace - it had been scouted and found empty earlier on in the day, but new parties had found signs of recent combat there. The scouts had been about to leave when a man had hailed them, and asked to be taken to their leader.
Garrek met him now. And the name by which the war-grizzled man introduced himself sent a shiver through Garrek’s being:
“I am Dynkar, leader of the Godslayers.”
Dynkar. The man who, some said, was behind the fall of the Arbiter. The Godslayers - a shadowy collective, more properly an ideology than a particular group of people. There had always been those within the Dominion who had believed that the Archonic Fatigue - the inevitable stagnation brought about by immortal aspect-kings - could only be rejuvenated by fire. By godslaying.
Post by kerrah on Aug 27, 2015 16:47:23 GMT
"Come", said Garrek. "What you have to say must be shared with all my colleagues in the main encampment." He couldn't afford to come across like he was keeping secrets, not with the Inquisitor growing more and more erratic and violent by the hour. He gave orders for his bridge-wrecking men to return to where the rest of the foreign regiments were and to rest until told otherwise. And with that, he rode with Dynkar to bring this word to the other generals.