Duan landed amidst the rubble of Kojo, axe in hand. He and his personal guard, men much like himself, had departed from a concealed junk traveling down the river on their Flyers. The empire had been kind enough to gift him a fine armored Warhawk, “Redshard”-one with wings like burnished copper plate mail. He was amazed-despite the fact he had no former training; he had no trouble flying it. It supported his weight effortlessly, and the creature was intelligent enough to correct his mistakes as a neophyte rider. It was this very attribute that made it so difficult to train proper riders, he mused, who were use to the unspoken obedience of a horse, not the brotherhood between man and Warbird…he could only imagine what a legion of men on them could do. Then he realized Kojo was far too small to support a proper aerie at this time, and his mood dimmed somewhat.
In an hour, another ship was arriving, with entire load of finely bred Warhorses, crossbows, spears and shields to fill the stables and armories that had so long lain empty. He would no doubt enjoy training this local stock of warriors. They would be eager for revenge after suffering so long under the barbarian scum…he could channel this…control this…
All these thoughts drifted through his mind, he was barely paying attention as he cut down barbarian after barbarian, blood spattering his armor. In short time, the city was conquered. He ordered captured barbarians, along with their families, to be burned alive as a tribute to the Gods without a second thought…as he stood in the dung spattered hall that had once been the local lords manor, listening the screams, he read the note he had been given, tearing off and discarding the emperors royal seal. He supposed it was fair…the emperor had the right to order him to do this. This all made sense. But in his mind he could only see his gauntlets around Cui Wang’s throat.
Cavalry is trained
The army moves to (41, -12)
Send out scout patrols