High up on the ridge overlooking the port village of Fishtown, the Magister gazed upon the dwellings and nodded to himself. "It is time to strike once more..." Stepping down from his perch, he made his way back to the army and his command tent.
Sigurd, I need you to lead the first host down into the plains outside of Fishtown and smash what faces you; the Dwarves will likely throw everything but the washbasin at you... but you must win through."
A half bow. "Of course, Magister... The dwarven slavers shall reap the pain that is Our People's Vengence and my weapon shall lead the way through their hearts."
"Very good, Sigurd; Prepare your war-host for you march at false dawn."
As the Repulsar Knight left the tent, The Magister turned to the shadows. "Mak... ensure he does not be surprised. Too many of our knights were blind to threats most others would see." A whisper of cloth was the only reply as the fabric of the tent gave barely a ripple.
Going to his maptable, the Magister looked over the the map of the area and nodded. ~As soon as Callisto and her Sisters are in place, victory is assured... Untill then, we make do with the assaults as planned.~
Josh,
Sometime next week perhaps or Sunday afternoon if you can make the drive up by me. I have drill this weekend so I'll be around about 5pm.