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Immediately following that, a far younger and smoother Italian accented voice said, Darren sighed deeply before he initiated the raid. He’d poured way too many hours and way too much effort into this game, let alone money. There was no telling how livid he’d be if Sino - or Robert as he was called in the real world – messed up his last chance this year to clear this particular raid. Darren scratched the back of his head and grabbed his energy juice while the loading screen flashed on his…-
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"Aigar, here you are," Strigmal said as she appeared right in the middle of his current abode. "You know, you can be hard to find sometimes." Aigar just sighed, letting his nine golden fox tails express his displeasure for him while he stared at the four-armed, silver-skinned woman who had so rudely interrupted his research. "Strigmal, why are you here?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. “Nevermind. There's only one reason you'd come find me at my personal Convergence Tower. It's already…
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A diminished army marched into Middanhal. Some troops had been left to man the Langstan, others in Vidrevi, Herbergja, or Ealond; only about ten thousand returned. Regardless, their entry proved a triumph. The entire city lined up along the Arnsweg to watch the victorious soldiers return from ending another war. The citizens from high to low cried out in jubilation, holding nothing back. Civil war, foreign invasion, siege – all threats had been defeated. At the head of the column rode the king, who…
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It was a pleasant summer's day. Gentle winds blew from the sea, bringing the taste of salt in the air. While the constant barrage from the stone throwers served as a permanent reminder of the siege elsewhere, matters were quiet on the harbour of Herbergja. In normal times, it would be bustling with activity and ships filling the port. Now, only soldiers moved around, and the piers lay nearly empty after most vessels had been sacrificed to defend the harbour. A cry of alarm broke the quiet. Sails in the…
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The counterweight was released. The arm of the stone thrower swung with terrible force, releasing a boulder. It flew across the air to strike the wall of the city, causing stone to crumble. With groans, the soldiers pulled the arm back, raising the counterweight into the air, before it became locked in place. Another projectile was dragged over and placed into the pouch. The prince watched his siege machinery bombard the city. They had done so for weeks, resuming the pattern of daily attacks and nightly…
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As the Kingsroad travelled north from Middanhal, one arm ran west through the jarldom of Isarn. It passed into Vidrevi, eventually parting again; one direction went north to Hareik, the other continued further west to reach Trehaf and the sea. These were the only major cities in the forest realm; most of the remaining population were spread across villages and small towns. Thus, nearly all traffic took place on the Kingsroad. Timber for Trehaf, copper to Middanhal, and furs in both directions. Even in the…
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With the promise of temporary peace, a flurry of activity ensued for the next month. Small vessels sailed under the cover of night, evading the few ships from Alcázar on patrol to reach the quarries by the Weolcan mountains. Returning with a bounty of stone, the defenders repaired their walls and strengthened the harbour defences. Other preparations were made as well. The fletchers worked every hour to make arrows, the smiths repaired armour and made new weapons, and the engineers built defensive…
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Smoke signals on the foothills of the Weolcans brought the message to Herbergja that the relief army had arrived. The same day, Arndis found the marshal in his chambers. "It is time to offer a truce again," she spoke. "With the relief army, our argument is strengthened." "Every day you may buy is precious," Asger agreed, "though I am unsure if they will listen. They will know Belvoir is greatly outnumbered and in no position to end the siege." "Nonetheless, I intend to try. How much time would you ask…
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A lone ship sailed down the Mihtea into the delta where the river met the sea. Ahead, the city of Herbergja could be seen. Before that, the defences built by the besieging army. Chains stretched across the roaring stream to prevent vessels from passing while also protecting a primitive bridge. On both riverbanks, soldiers of Alcázar kept watch. At the prow and above the sail, the ship flew banners with the head of a horse, signalling the intention to seek negotiations. Although a Mearcian symbol, the…
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The walls of Herbergja were study. Built by Dwarven masons in ages past and reinforced by engineers from Fontaine. As the trebuchets began launching their projectiles, the walls held against strike after strike. For weeks, boulders flew through the air from the besieging stone throwers, smashing against the fortifications. The precision was not always exact. At times, they fell short, landing in the moat or even further back. Some flew too far, crashing into the city beyond the walls to destroy roofs and…
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