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7/23/2025, 11:54:48 PM
For the following weeks, a 'peace' of sort seems to fall over your own livings. Although the siege continues on day and night, cannonshot fired at the walls and returned upon the ever-encroaching trenches in return. You spend your days all but idling, overseeing the management of your camp or talking with your fellow noble lords about plans and strategies. In the meanwhile, your soldiers continue on with their duties, nearly all of your army save that of your mercenaries sent away to scour the land for more supplies or ascertain the state of the region, looking out for relief armies that may come from the south or east.
And in that regard...they do wonderfully.
Your scouts, of course, report nothing of the sort. Indeed, it seems that after your campaign, nearly all of Tilano has been pacified. Whatever holdouts still remain loyal to the Fortelli family have learned well to remain within their walls and wait out to see the winner. Once this city falls, the region shall truly be yours, and with it, the road to Montellegaria, the capital of Nera, will be wide open.
Similarly, your foragers do well and above what you had expected; venturing a few days south, neath the coasts of the Carsa River that lays down southeast of Montechia, they found several villages, their storehouses ripe with harvest from the late spring. They took them without issue, cutting down the resistance in their path and bringing to your camp a considerable sum in supplies.
+ RESERVE MAINTAINED
+ RESERVE INCREASED
As the final days of December approach, bringing summer together with it, it had seemed to you that the rest of the year would be left in this stalemate, but yet...!
You are in your camp, during mid-day. Amidst a slowly crackling fire, you and other nobles from your army enjoy some pillaged wine, drinking it merrily as you dine upon salted venison. You reach for the bowl of white bread, reserved for your upper circle - and thunder permeates your very being.
A crack, an burst of sound so heavy you can feel it upon your bones, so surprising in its nature that you fall to the ground. Across the camp, horses scream in surprise, almost throwing some men from their saddles entirely. You turn your head to the source, to the mighty source of this shattering sound: and you see a cloud.
A black and white cloud, growing ever greater into the skies, far greater than any you had seen before, rising from amidst the hill. You waste not a single second before ordering that it be found immediately what had happened; though you've already an idea of what it might have been...
And in that regard...they do wonderfully.
Your scouts, of course, report nothing of the sort. Indeed, it seems that after your campaign, nearly all of Tilano has been pacified. Whatever holdouts still remain loyal to the Fortelli family have learned well to remain within their walls and wait out to see the winner. Once this city falls, the region shall truly be yours, and with it, the road to Montellegaria, the capital of Nera, will be wide open.
Similarly, your foragers do well and above what you had expected; venturing a few days south, neath the coasts of the Carsa River that lays down southeast of Montechia, they found several villages, their storehouses ripe with harvest from the late spring. They took them without issue, cutting down the resistance in their path and bringing to your camp a considerable sum in supplies.
+ RESERVE MAINTAINED
+ RESERVE INCREASED
As the final days of December approach, bringing summer together with it, it had seemed to you that the rest of the year would be left in this stalemate, but yet...!
You are in your camp, during mid-day. Amidst a slowly crackling fire, you and other nobles from your army enjoy some pillaged wine, drinking it merrily as you dine upon salted venison. You reach for the bowl of white bread, reserved for your upper circle - and thunder permeates your very being.
A crack, an burst of sound so heavy you can feel it upon your bones, so surprising in its nature that you fall to the ground. Across the camp, horses scream in surprise, almost throwing some men from their saddles entirely. You turn your head to the source, to the mighty source of this shattering sound: and you see a cloud.
A black and white cloud, growing ever greater into the skies, far greater than any you had seen before, rising from amidst the hill. You waste not a single second before ordering that it be found immediately what had happened; though you've already an idea of what it might have been...
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