Year 205, the rule of Mitch
Chapter 11: Strike The Earth!
The events as they happened; 3rd MoonstoneThe tunnels and stairs were filled with soldiers, whose marching and whispering echoed throughout. Mitch and Rodge, the latter carrying a pick, trailed behind the steel and adamantine clad warriors. There were many haulers, carrying the bright blue strands to the forgery stockpiles, who had to step out of the way of the legion. The mood of Spearbreakers was down, but the sight of all that adamantine armour at least comforted them, and showed their efforts at least had an effect on the fortress.
All the warriors, totalling twenty nine, were lead into a room filled with dogs, bears and emus. This was used to be the area that lead down into the adamantine spire, but Mitch had changed it. It looked like a battlefield. They did not know why they were here, nor what Mitch was even making down here all along. Still, they trusted him. Everyone did. Many of them were alive because of his great efforts to overhaul the medical system, which had been a death-trap before. Because of his great tactical genius, they had defeated an entire squad of Spawn without taking a single injury, despite less men, few equipment and the fact that Fischer was ambushed alone. Hell, their arms and armour, superior to their old ones of shoddy make, poor material or just plain non-existent were a product of Mitch's good foresight, and they were made in record time due to his smart work-force shift, and his ability to not get migrants killed. Yes, they all trusted Mitch. Perhaps he brought them down here to fight the animals, or some other military exercise?
Mitch stood by the staircase down to the spire, stood on a slab of microcline and cleared his throat to ready a speech."Okay guys, I'm sure you are wondering what I've been doing down here. Have you also ever wondered why we do not get enough migrants? It is because this place is a death trap, and for little to no worth. Seriously, our main export is fucking
mugs that even
we do not drink out of. We live in a place that
rains blood. Do you know how disgusting that is, without having lived here for a few years? People coming here are more likely to be ambushed and killed by the Spawn that infest this land then to actually arrive here safely. Our dead outnumber the living by
. That is ridiculous! Simply put, we need people to know Spearbreakers. Fame is power is wealth."
One of the soldiers chimed in, "But what are we going to do? No one will see what it is we're doing down here..."
Mitch gathered himself a bit, realising he had been rambling for a bit, "Ah, yes. We're going to take hell. All of it. Kill the demons with only our blades, and our dogs."
Some of the soldiers laughed, but others were unnerved. A different one then before spoke again, "Uhh, how?"
Mitch simply chuckled, and took the pick from Rodge's hands, him being paralysed with horror at what he just heard. "Strike the earth!"
But before Mitch could bring down the pick, he was struck with a better idea. What if, instead of having everyone get killed by demons in melee combat, we simply surround the room with fortifications? And have archers practice on the demons? They could do so behind two sets of fortifcations, to keep them out of range of breath attacks. They'll be safe!
"Don't worry lads! I have a better idea!"
A sigh of relief spread across the room."Clear out for now, but we'll be back. And next time, we're going to just use archers. It will be like shooting kobolds in a barrel!"
A few hours after the incident, the soldiers were still trying to recuperate from the shock. Mitch was down in the battle area, setting up safe fortifications. Truly, his plan will be fulfilled, just at a later date. And with less deaths! That was the kind of ruler he tried to be; not brash and glorious, but safe. And there's more glory in fighting hell and winning.
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