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6/24/2025, 2:13:10 AM
"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Dormandal catches you on your way out the South Gate.
He and Tiff appear to be working on the creation of a Wardstone as you pass them by. Tiff has set up next to the wall with her engraving tools, carving a pattern into the stone in accordance with a design set out on parchment by Dormandal. Her butt wiggles happily as she goes about her work, lost in a trance of deep concentration as her tools perfectly carry out the design. While she carves, Dormandal brews the substance that will fill the etching that Tiff creates: a blend of mithral dust, worldtree sap, and other materials that when combined create a waxy paste that conducts magic well.
"A second company patrol got wiped out in the southern forest," you explain. Your pale horse comes to a halt with a squeeze of your thighs. The three squads of 4th Company bone boys that you intend to bring with you rattle to a stop as well. "I sent out the new recruits to fill in for the patrol, but I intend to skewer the seditious, treacherous, insurrectionist rats who think they can defy the Empire and live to tell the tale myself."
The purple flames in Dormandal's eye sockets flicker in concentration, "I see. And what if they intend to draw you out and cut you off from the main body of your force? Overwhelm the lone Dreadknight with numbers?"
"Don't worry, Dormandal, I did my homework," you say. Your horse trots over to his table, disappearing in a puff of smoke when you dismount. Rolling out a piece of parchment, you show him a map of the patrol areas. "The patrol disappeared about two miles off the southern road, here, according to the 2nd Company's commander. Recon from third company estimates that force that wiped out the 2nd Company patrol is a single armed unit with between four and eight members. There were no signs of reinforcements, and the armed unit did not seem in a rush to return to base."
"And I saw the other half of 4th Company take their leave of the village half an hour ago," Dormandal says with a twinkle in his eye.
"I sent the Commander out for some recon-in-force," you explain. Three black pieces appear from your bag, set down on the map. You move them through the woodlands in a particular pattern, one where the three squads remain within eachother's lifesense while casting a net over the area, so to speak. One that would push your target towards the southern road. "Either the enemy is completely oblivious, and we'll have their location for a raid, or the Commander will drive them right towards the anvil I'm preparing."
Dormandal contemplates the map for a moment before nodding to himself. "So you won't be cut off from your forces, but you're allowing yourself to be drawn out - if that is their plan. The strategy you set up is quite sound, but why leave the village when you don't need to? I doubt there's reason for you to be a part of this 'anvil' you're setting up for the 4th Company."
He and Tiff appear to be working on the creation of a Wardstone as you pass them by. Tiff has set up next to the wall with her engraving tools, carving a pattern into the stone in accordance with a design set out on parchment by Dormandal. Her butt wiggles happily as she goes about her work, lost in a trance of deep concentration as her tools perfectly carry out the design. While she carves, Dormandal brews the substance that will fill the etching that Tiff creates: a blend of mithral dust, worldtree sap, and other materials that when combined create a waxy paste that conducts magic well.
"A second company patrol got wiped out in the southern forest," you explain. Your pale horse comes to a halt with a squeeze of your thighs. The three squads of 4th Company bone boys that you intend to bring with you rattle to a stop as well. "I sent out the new recruits to fill in for the patrol, but I intend to skewer the seditious, treacherous, insurrectionist rats who think they can defy the Empire and live to tell the tale myself."
The purple flames in Dormandal's eye sockets flicker in concentration, "I see. And what if they intend to draw you out and cut you off from the main body of your force? Overwhelm the lone Dreadknight with numbers?"
"Don't worry, Dormandal, I did my homework," you say. Your horse trots over to his table, disappearing in a puff of smoke when you dismount. Rolling out a piece of parchment, you show him a map of the patrol areas. "The patrol disappeared about two miles off the southern road, here, according to the 2nd Company's commander. Recon from third company estimates that force that wiped out the 2nd Company patrol is a single armed unit with between four and eight members. There were no signs of reinforcements, and the armed unit did not seem in a rush to return to base."
"And I saw the other half of 4th Company take their leave of the village half an hour ago," Dormandal says with a twinkle in his eye.
"I sent the Commander out for some recon-in-force," you explain. Three black pieces appear from your bag, set down on the map. You move them through the woodlands in a particular pattern, one where the three squads remain within eachother's lifesense while casting a net over the area, so to speak. One that would push your target towards the southern road. "Either the enemy is completely oblivious, and we'll have their location for a raid, or the Commander will drive them right towards the anvil I'm preparing."
Dormandal contemplates the map for a moment before nodding to himself. "So you won't be cut off from your forces, but you're allowing yourself to be drawn out - if that is their plan. The strategy you set up is quite sound, but why leave the village when you don't need to? I doubt there's reason for you to be a part of this 'anvil' you're setting up for the 4th Company."
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