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[NUKE9.13]

Rostovondon
The victorious soldiers march through the streets, eagerly destroying the heathen temples- in equal parts for religious fervour as for the easily lootable trinkets within. Harkon had no reason to stop them, as long as they kept their dirty hands off the warehouses full of trade goods. A wealth in luxuries, if not foodstuffs, was stored in the city, which would be useful in financing his fledgling fiefdom. Already, opportunistic merchants from the homelands were moving in to make their fortunes, and from the sons of their families Harkon recruited both replacements for his fallen soldiers, and a small force of archers and spearmen to hold the walls against potential attackers. As he left for Uskicia again, he gave them the command to 'build some bleeding granaries within the walls- lord almighty, those Saracens were stupid-'

Uskicia
The road into Uskicia was packed with wagons and people. The king had recognised it as a town of the kingdom, and like a bursting dam, people had flocked from the overcrowded heartlands to reclaim these nigh-empty lands. Many were the descendants of former inhabitants who had fled the heathen menace, who now returned to their ancestral homes. Harkon's underlings recruited from the immigrants a company of soldiers, who are outfitted with horses, awaiting Harkon's return.


Harkon takes the regular cavalry out across the plains to (37,12) (injured healed, dead replaced). A unit is recruited in the outpost (40,09), henceforth to be referred to as Rostovondon. A unit is recruited in Uskicia, and outfitted with horses.

Spoiler: General/Heroes (click to show/hide)

Name // Harkon
Description // Mounted knight, likes a party.
Public Information // See Here, nothing to add to that.

Name // Fridtjof Nansen
Description // Independent merchant, knows his way around the battlefield.
Public Information // I don't even know. Ask Strife.

Spoiler: Cities (click to show/hide)

Uskicia // Size 2 - Reclaimed City - ((36, 14))

Rostovondon // Size 1 - Ruined Merchant Haven - ((40, 09))

Spoiler: Army (click to show/hide)

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Class    | Training | Equipment | Health  | Morale   | Position | Leader
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Cavalry  | Regular  | Basic     | 100/0    | High     | 37, 12   | Harkon
Cavalry  | Green    | Basic     | 100/0   | Average  | 36, 14   | None
Infantry | Green    | Basic     | 100/0   | Average  | 40, 09   | None

[Dwarfaholic]

((I continue my actions.))

[Strife26]

Fridtjof Nansen silently looked at the drilling cavalry. He was wearing fine steel armor with a vaguely Asiatic feel to it. He beckoned to a subordinate, instructing him to tell the troops that they were doing fine, and to find a few volunteers for a special operation. He sent the messengers out to contact some friends. Cannon would be a nice surprise for the enemy, wouldn't it? The Scandinavian returned to his headquarters to wait for the troops to be trained and for further orders from his superior.

Action: Order Cannon to be imported.

[Akroma]

strife, nuke :


is Nansen not moving anywhere ?

[IronyOwl]

Argoss pondered his scout's message for a few moments, arms crossed and brow furrowed.
"We move now," he said abruptly.
"S-sir? What about the wounded, and the iron?" his surprised scout asked.
"The wounded can come with us, the iron we'll leave to Cromwell. He's not the type to steal it, I think."
"Aren't we a bit... undermanned?"
"As are they. I have no intention of letting them reinforce themselves. The time to strike is now."
Argoss spurred his horse forward, before reigning it to a stop moments later. A malicious smirk crossed his face.
"Actually, have them gather the heads first."
The scout glanced at the corpse-strewn battlefield.
"The... heads?"
"The heads of the slain, yes. I'll want them to know without fail what happened to their caravan."

Orders:

Gather as many severed heads of dead Saracens as there are or can be carried, along with any weapons suitable for impaling them on, and any banners or other obvious identification, then head west as far as possible. Leave the iron shipment with Adriaen Cromwell's forces.

Spoiler: Generals/Heroes (click to show/hide)

Name // Argoss
Tactics // 3
Combat // 3
Leadership // 3
Speed // 2
Nobility // 2
Piety // 1

Spoiler: Cities (click to show/hide)

Halcyon // Size 1 // (23, 9)

Spoiler: Armies (click to show/hide)

Owner           Commander   Location    Type       Experience   Morale    Amount        Special
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Argoss           Argoss         11,7         Cavalry    Regulars      High       92/3            Grim Cargo

[EagleV]

"General Argoss has departed, sir. And the iron, all of it, is ready for shipment to our city."
"Good. I suggest we get back to our city as soon as possible, just as Argoss is doing."
"He is not, sir. He is going west."
"WEST? What is he going to do? Siege a Saracan city with an incomplete cavalry unit? Try to take over St Benedictus behind our backs? Well, if he tries to attack the Saracans, he is an able enough general to return when he notices it's suicide. If he is going for St Benedictus, he is in for a surprise. I know the lay of the lands around the city, and he doesn't. Even with our infantry, we can reach the city before his men do. No time to waste, gather the men, we're marching out."

Cromwell and his man take the whole caravan and march back to the city. They should arrive two tiles north of it by the end of the week.

Spoiler: General/Heroes (click to show/hide)

Name // Adriaen Cromwell
Tactics // 3
Combat // 1
Leadership // 1
Speed // 3
Nobility // 3
Piety // 3

Spoiler: Cities (click to show/hide)

St. Benedictus // Size 1 - Ruined City - ((13, 2))

Spoiler: Army (click to show/hide)

Class     | Training | Equipment | Health   | Morale   | Position | Leader   | Moving to
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Infantry  | Regular  | Basic     | 85+5/100 | Average  |  15, 7   | Cromwell | 13, 5

[Neyvn]

Having waited long enough, the time to attack was at hand...

Unsure of how to tackle it due to the Gods  not informing him on what the city actually is and what the kind of defenses are he begins his assault...

ATTACK!!!

[Strife26]

He's chilling in Uskicia, waiting for his cavalry to be trained.

[Nhiphanter]

The hot grease was drooping from Ivans beard as he took another big bite out of the boar leg in his personal tent. Atleast this dreary assignment wasnt without its pleasures.
"More sauce, if you will. And pass me those wonderful sausages"
The boy serving him hastily set the asked before him.
Someone else might ask the kids name, he thought. Too bad he didnt really care about such things. It was enough that he was served, and he was not going to take it further...
He enjoyed his meal while the shouting of the lumberjacks in the forest echoed on and on.

Orders:
Chop Chop. still west.

[Akroma]

Turn 5
5th week of spring



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   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈..♠♠♠♠♠♠♠..RRR♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠......I1I......♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠ø1ø♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø.r.........▲R1R♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠i♠▲▲▲▲III......♠♠♠♠♠♠♠....øøø♠|
 20|≈≈≈≈≈.ø1ø♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲RRR♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠NNN....♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲▲▲...............♠♠♠.♠♠♠|
   |...≈..øøø♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠N1N♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲▲.........♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠..♠♠♠|
   |.....♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲♠♠♠..........NNN♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲...........♠♠♠♠....♠♠♠♠|
   |....♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲.øøø.........♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠|
   |...♠♠♠♠♠.g♠♠♠♠♠▲GGG♠♠♠♠♠♠♠...♠♠♠♠♠♠♠n♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲...ø1ø..........♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠|
 15|♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠..♠♠♠♠▲G1G♠♠♠♠♠♠....♠♠≈♠♠♠♠øøø♠♠♠♠♠▲.....øøø.........HHH.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠|
   |♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.....=GGG........%%%≈≈≈≈..ø1ø♠♠♠♠...................H2H.♠♠♠♠♠♠♠|
   |øøø♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠≈♠♠♠♠♠♠♠....%7%...≈=≈øøø.......................HHH..♠♠♠♠♠♠|
   |ø1ø♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠≈♠♠♠♠♠♠.....%%%.....≈≈≈≈≈≈.......................h...♠♠♠♠♠|
   |øøø♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠≈≈♠♠♠♠♠♠..▲▲..▲≈▲▲▲▲♠♠♠♠♠♠≈≈≈............................♠♠|
 10|♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠...♠♠♠≈♠♠♠♠♠øøø▲▲▲.▲≈≈≈≈▲▲▲▲▲♠♠♠♠♠≈≈.....ZZZ..............HHH^^^^|
   |♠♠♠♠♠♠♠..♠♠♠♠♠≈♠♠♠♠♠ø1ø≈▲▲.▲≈▲▲≈øøø▲▲♠♠♠♠♠.≈≈≈...Z1Z..............H1H^^^^|
   |♠♠♠♠♠øøø♠♠♠♠≈≈≈♠♠♠..øøø≈≈≈.▲≈▲▲▲ø1ø▲▲▲♠♠♠♠...≈≈≈=ZZZ..............HHH^^^^|
   |♠♠♠♠♠ø1ø≈≈≈≈≈♠≈♠♠♠.▲▲▲▲▲▲≈=≈≈▲▲▲øøø...z..........≈≈≈.............^^^...^^|
   |♠♠♠♠♠øøø......=....▲▲▲▲▲▲..≈▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠♠.....≈≈≈........^^^^^▲▲▲.♠♠|
  5|♠♠♠♠≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈........▲≈▲▲▲▲▲▲♠♠♠♠♠♠a♠♠♠♠♠♠......≈≈.▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲♠.♠♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈..≈♠♠^^^^≈≈♠♠♠♠.♠♠♠♠▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲≈≈≈≈▲▲▲▲♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.≈♠♠♠^^≈≈≈≈♠♠AAA▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲≈≈≈≈♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.≈≈♠♠♠≈≈≈≈≈≈≈A1A♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲≈≈♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈..≈╬╬╬≈≈≈≈≈≈≈AAA^^^^^^^^^^^^øøø^♠♠♠≈≈♠♠♠♠♠♠♠.♠♠|
  0|≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^..╬7╬≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^^^♠♠♠♠^^^^^^ø1ø^^^♠♠≈♠♠^^^øøø^♠|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ø1ø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^╬╬╬≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^^♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠øøø^^^^^≈≈^^^^ø1ø^^|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈♠♠^^^^^≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^^♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠^^^^^^^^≈≈^^^øøø^^|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈♠♠♠^^^^≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^^^♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠♠^^^^^^^^≈≈^^^^^^^|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈♠♠♠♠♠^^^≈≈≈≈≈≈≈^^^^^♠♠øøø^^^^^^^~~~~~~~~≈≈≈~~~~~|
 -5|≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈DDD≈^^^....^^øøø≈≈≈≈≈~~~~~~ø1ø≈≈≈≈^^~~~~~~~~~~~=~~~~~|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈D1D^d^≈≈≈≈≈≈^ø1ø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~~økø≈≈≈≈~~~~~~~~~~~~~≈~~~~~|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ø1ø≈≈≈≈≈.♠♠♠♠DDD≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~~~~~~~~~~▲▲▲~~~~|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø♠.≈≈≈♠♠♠♠♠♠≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈...≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~øøø~~~~~▲▲▲▲▲~~~|
   |≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈♠♠..≈≈øøø♠..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.♠KKK≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ø1ø~~≈≈▲▲▲▲▲▲~~~|
-10|≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈♠♠..≈≈ø1ø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈..K1K≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~øøø≈≈≈~~▲▲▲▲▲~~~|
   |.≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈KKK≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~~~~~~~~▲▲▲▲▲▲~~~|
   |..≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈..........≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈~~~~~≈~~~~▲▲▲▲~~~|
   |~...≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈.............≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈øøø≈≈~~~~~~~~~~~~~▲WWW~~|
   |~~~......≈≈≈≈≈.......................≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ø1ø~~~~~~≈~~≈~~w~~~W1W~~|
-15|~~~~~....................~~~~~~.........~~~~~~~~~øøø~~~~≈~~~~~~~≈~~~WWW~~|
   |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~øøø~~~≈~~~~~~~~≈~~~~~≈~~~~~≈~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|
   |▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ø1ø≈~~~~~~~~~~~~~~≈~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|
   |▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲øøø▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|
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R - EdBoy
N - Nevyn
I - Nhiphanter
G - Istrian
H - Nuke9.13
Z - IronyOwl
A - EagleV
D - Dwarfaholic
K - Poltifar
W - LordInquisitor







events:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Reginald moves on, yet again.




Drake, has returned with a vengance, and in a warcrime like attack, storms the walls. Now only the center remains to be taken. In his storm, he merely lost 5 men, leaving another 2 wounded




Alexis, now finaly on horsebacks, moves on.




Romuald, not satisfyied with just taking the caravan, moves north, with a more sinister plot in his mind


Harkon, now ready for new deeds, prepares his moves


Cromwell, now having the iron he was send to get in his hands, heads home, to ship it wherever he decides it fits most.




Argoss, deciding that leaving Cromwell with the iron will be enough, heads west.




Garroth, after having waited so long, decides to attack the walls. The battle ends undecisive, neither side advancing far. In the attempt to break through, Garroth lost 3 men, leaving another 2 wounded.






Ivan finaly finding out why the lumberjacks needed protection, is ambushed by a small group of saracens. The saracens, trying to bite off more they can chew, are beaten horribly. Not a single man of Ivans forces were lost, the work only interrupted for not even 2 hours.






Gawaren moves through the desert

Heroes

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Fridtjof Nansen, a traveling merchant from the north, currently serving General Harkon

Armies:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Owner           Commander   Location    Type       Experience   Morale    Amount        Special
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Reginald        Reginald    -17,21      Infantry   Green        Average   100          None
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A. Cromwell     Cromwell    13,5        Infantry   Regulars     Average   85/5          Cargo
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Gawaren         Gawaren     37,-14      Cavalry    Green        Average   100           None
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A. Drake        Drake       21,-6       Infantry   Regulars     High      93/2          Ships
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Alexis III      Alexis      -7,-6       Cavalry    Green        Average   100           None
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Harkon          Harkon      37,12       Cavalry    Regulars     High      100           None
                Commander   Rostovondon Infantry   Green        Average   100           None     
                Nansen      Uskicia     Cavalry    Green        Average   100           None
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Garroth         Garroth     9,16        Infantry   Regulars     Average   95/2          None
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Argoss          Argoss      11,7        Cavalry    Regulars     High      92/3          None
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R.Lancester     Lancester   -18,14      Infantry   Regulars     Fanatic   100           Cargo
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Ivan H.         Ivan        16,21       Infantry   Regulars     High      100           Lumberjacks

[NUKE9.13]

The halls of Uskicia ring with the sounds of feasting. Upon his return to the city Harkon declared that there be a party in honour of his 'good friend' Fridtjof Nansen, and all his soldiers, along with anyone who thought themselves important, attend. Beer and wine flow like water, and livestock are roast on the spit over open fires. Harkon gets roaringly drunk and praises Nansen until he falls over. The next day, Harkon nursing his hangover and doing such things as must be done outside the battlefield- installing some uncle as bookkeeper of the city, paying for the local church to be rebuilt, waving at babies and kissing the women. The next day however, it is army business once more, the armour is donned again, and the cavalry taken along unkempt roads into the forest of the east, with many a scout sent ahead to estimate the defences of the city that lay between the green giants.


Harkon enters Uskicia, then leaves again to (38, 15), travelling north from there to (38, 17). Scouts are sent ahead to evaluate the defences of the city at (43, 22). This is a scouting mission.
Nansen controls the green cavalry in Uskicia. Which is where he is. Not Rostovondon. Despite rumours.

[EagleV]

Adriaen felt bad when he walked trough the pallisade gates. Most of his men came from the nearby villages, and as he expected a crowd of women and children was waiting for them. There was nothing wrong with that - but every time, some of the soldiers' wifes would turn pale, then start to cry when they couldn't spot their drafted husband. And every time, Adriaen felt he was personally responsible for their loss. He didn't understand how the older, experienced generals dealt with things like this. Something he should have to ask Argoss, would he ever see him again.

But there was not much time for pondering such questions, and the following day, very early, a caravan departed for the capital. After all, it were his lands, his mines, his iron. But it was a pity he demanded it all, Adriaen could surely use even one cart of the metal.

Ten new recruits were awaiting him when he returned to the drill place. They were merely farmers, but they had plenty of time to learn from their comrades - it was at least a two-week march to the city they were planning to take. They would stand alone this time, but they had a whole forest just begging to be turned into catapults or battering rams. They had a good chance to succeed.

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Orders: the army leaves the caravan in St. Benedictus, then returns north, to where they were before. New recruits fill the unit back to full strength. The iron is shipped to the king.

Spoiler: General/Heroes (click to show/hide)

Name // Adriaen Cromwell
Tactics // 3
Combat // 1
Leadership // 1
Speed // 3
Nobility // 3
Piety // 3

Spoiler: Cities (click to show/hide)

St. Benedictus // Size 1 - Ruined City - ((13, 2))

Spoiler: Army (click to show/hide)

Class     | Training | Equipment | Health  | Morale   | Position | Leader 
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Infantry  | Regular  | Basic     | 100/100 | Average  |  13, 5   | Cromwell

[IronyOwl]

"Kch," Argoss spat in disgust. It was going to be one of those disputes.
"Discard the heads, we're going home," he said to the man to his right. He saluted quickly and went to distribute the order.
Argoss set his jaw. The King and the Pope were vying for power with one another; each wanted to be in control, and so each was going to insist that their followers obeyed them alone and not their rival. Those that did so took sides, those that did the opposite took sides, and those that did neither did nothing, and so were irrelevant.
One of those disputes. Scarcely free of disaster, and they were bickering for power.
He began turning his horse around, as did many of his men. The sudden change of orders would likely confuse them, but he wagered they'd rather return home and recover than try to take a Saracen city anyway. Not that they'd dodge that particular fate for long.
Still, he foresaw nothing but trouble ahead, trying to balance the whims of two opposed patrons.
He smirked a bit as he trotted forward, his army rearranging themselves to properly travel in the opposite direction. At least the King had had the good sense to bribe him.

Orders:

Dump any severed heads and other detritus, return east, heading back to Halcyon.

Spoiler: Generals/Heroes (click to show/hide)

Name // Argoss
Tactics // 3
Combat // 3
Leadership // 3
Speed // 2
Nobility // 2
Piety // 1

Spoiler: Cities (click to show/hide)

Halcyon // Size 1 // (23, 9)

Spoiler: Armies (click to show/hide)

Owner           Commander   Location    Type       Experience   Morale    Amount        Special
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Argoss           Argoss         15,7         Cavalry    Regulars      High       92/3            None

[Lordinquisitor]

The desert was endless. Gawaren didn`t remember that it was so big- But after all, since months he hadn`t traveled it.

It was night, some hours before dawn. Soon they would be forced to rest again, since it was too hot to ride during the day.

Again Gawaren cursed the day he entered that barren wasteland.. The notion of conquering Drakenpeak might have been fancy, but now he almost rued it.

His men were still motivated, though. But how long?

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I ride as far westwards as possible (35, -16)
Should i miss a turn just ssume that i ride westwards.. Following the water sources.

[Strife26]

Fridtjof lead his company out of the city. Unlike several of his officers, he was crisply dressed and alert, showing no sign of the previous nights feasting. He patted the neck of his Arabian horse, Bane. The proud group of soldiery, confident in Nansen's distant leadership, moved West. There would be death in the future, but the troops were prepared to face it.


Head West with the green cavalry unit, to (31,15). Send scouts out to spy on the city.