Dennor gave a nod to Adanach, wordlessly giving his response to the matter; if anything, he was more than relieved with the response he had gotten as he wouldn't have to listen to Declan voice his disappointment or complain over rejection. The drama of politics was lost on a man as unambitious...
The response had been expected as a potential roadblock, given what Declan had confided to Dennor; as he listened to the barbarian warlord speak, he remained in place and unmoving as he kept his full attention to Adanach's reasonings. Dennor didn't particularly care about things such as...
Dennor cocked an eyebrow when Adanach made mention of an enemy fortress, making it sound like he was along for the ride on that front. Not that he didn't mind the action, but was rather surprised to be included on the front lines already in that manner. "The Viceroy is seeking two things. First...
The journey to the Druadach had taken the better part of two weeks to get to where he wanted to be. Despite the obvious discomforts of travel, Dennor seemed more than pleased to be here at last in the way he carried himself.
"Aw come now, he's not that bad. He's only half as boring as you think...
The Oitvemia Front, Lacans
As summer came and the terrain dried from mud to dirt, the time to march had finally come upon Declan's forces. The general call for mobilization had been sounded and the Viceroy's warcamp had quickly been packed up. Marching with Munsie's own forces as additional...
"Most excellent!" Declan said with a joyous mood, lifting his chalice for a toast with Munsie. "To our partnership, and to our coming victories." Their glasses clinked to seal the deal, a fortuitous sign of things to come in the near future. A unified front of three armies now prepared to march...
Munsie's enthusiasm was almost infectious, were it not for the appetite for seeing corpses piled upon a stake in a charnel tower, as Declan let off a knowing smile from the corners of his lips. "Indeed. Slaves that are discontent with their place in life will rise against their masters. That...
Declan listened intently to Munsie as she went over prior events, as well as her feelings towards the current nominal rulers of Tidiaus, and gave a nod of approval. "I admire your desire for the initiative." the Viceroy commented, "And, believe me, were I not preoccupied with the planning of the...
Declan's War Camp, Tidiaus
The campaign remained uneventful as the planning continued for both slave insurrection and a ground invasion into Lacans. For Declan's troops, this was a welcome change of pace from previous campaigns - from Saarus' original conquests - as they continued to keep their...
Declan's War Camp, Tidiaus
It was very fortunate that the campaign had begun in Spring, for the winter had melted away and gave rise to an abundance of growth in the halfling realm. The lands were primed for a great harvest later in the year, which would be essential in feeding the armies of...
The shortened strategist didn't let it show, but he was annoyed by Lucafiel's obsession with the spoils of war and objections towards utilizing a perfectly reasonable source on manpower. If they were to build an empire, it couldn't be built on ashes. That was the pragmatic approach, but there...
"It is best, then, to avoid open combat in such terrain." a stern voice sounded across the table towards Lucafiel. It belonged to a man of short stature, with a sickly coloration to his skin and eyes that shone like a cat's in the night. Not by choice he was afflicted with such unenviable...