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Released from a desk within the Vale came a pamphlet informing those coming to volunteer for the defence of the Vale, "FROM THE DESK OF DEFENCE COUNCIL OF THE VALE, It is the greatest consideration that the Defence Council has undertaken with the incoming Harrower conflict. Supplies have been ferried; plans have been created; and plans are under the moment in enaction. Furthermore it has also come into our understanding that several groups have made their intentions to join as volunteers clear. While we, at once, appreciate the willingness of the volunteering groups - we also fundamentally must reorganise these volunteering groups to deny a fall of discipline and communication. These volunteers will work - unless otherwise specified - directly under the command of one Cathan or one Nenar. They will not be allowed to operate autonomously. Furthermore, they will require approval of their joining from one Cathan or one Nenar to maintain discipline within the ranks of the Vale defenders. To consider why is to consider that many of these volunteers have not been integrated with defence plans from the beginning of the conflict; which means that they will need to be organised into a foreign legion. Furthermore, if we allow these volunteers to organise themselves autonomously, they will break some of our planning doctrine. Thus these rules are set in stone for volunteers, with the confirmed groupings so far being the Solgaardians and the Paladin Chapter ‘Order of the Golden Lion’. Keep in mind that all Paladins are not approved due to faulty discipline or elsewise. Punishments for breaking conduct will be as harsh as any law within a warzone. Commandant Cathan, Nenar."

holy shit it's ******* over

IT WAS FORETOLD IN THE SCROLLS THAT ALDUIN (Josh) WOULD COME

"What could he mean by this?" Said a Daelish man staring at the paper.

"Inaction is atrophy; inaction is paralysis; inaction is death." - Ferdinand Foch During the months following up to the siege, the Nevaehlen Isle would find themselves and their forces gathering resources from the mainland using a pontoon bridge - specifically from the forest directly out to the east. Wood was gathered to deny the enemy resources to be able to create siege equipment to cross the bridge itself or harm the city. It was then agreed on by those on the isle to burn the forests to deny them cover, to deny them the capacity of potentially using anything leftover, and to provide the defenders even more an advantage over their foe. Furthermore, the defense council agreed to also blow an potential outpost to deny them a capacity of access. Figure 1: The Orange represents the burned forests Figure 2: Grey, outlined building has been blown.

Late into the night, explosions were sounded by the bridge. It was the completion of works that had long been constructed. First had come the flooding of the northern plains of the Nevaehlen city, two or three metres deep so that those attempting to besiege the city would not be able to cross into from the northern walls. Second had come damming of the river, preventing the access of the waterways to those who wish to siege and bring artillery up. Third came the halting of the usage of the underground caverns buried underneath the ruined city, blocking or burying them - whichever was easier to prevent them movement access. Now finally had come the implosion of the bridge itself, to prevent easy access from aboveground to the city’s gates. This would not be the last of the fortifications. Trenches would be constructed on the southern side - close to the palace; outposts would be built around the city & externally; communications systems would be built with alchemy & mirrors; and non-mundane light-sources would be created so that the Vale can defend themselves. It was as it had been said once, “In the struggle for existence, one does not bother about the means one employs”. Clearly, the command-in-control was taking that saying very literally. Figure 1: Damming of the River and Implosion of the Bridge Purple represents the Bridge being imploded; Brown represents where the damming itself will occur. Figure 2: Flooded Portions of the City Purple represents the perimeter of the flooded portions.

They're sailing on England, Oh! What a shame! Someone is after our island again! We'll let them have it, Oh! Yes we will! But maybe they won't want it when they get the bill! The man sipped from his canteen as he observed the dimming of the aurora from his post, before removing a journal to note down his observations. He had been aware of the increase of the tundra's perilous conduct and arrived - hopeful in that this was just a momentary lapse of normality. The man ground his teeth in the frustration that his hopes were - once again - dashed. Just like the Moon Druid with their forests, the Frost Witches would be attempting to make Descendants fear the Tundra. Cathan would begin to pack up his kit, leaving behind only the small embers of a failing fire, as the man went to write some letters. Valmir was right, probably - her nephew would work himself into his own grave at this rate. To be frank, in the defense of his way of life, the Commandant wouldn't have it any other way.

The man approached the area where the Druid had fallen with his squadron, observing at a distance - as the grounds had been sanctified through the fight. He'd then lower his head gently, before going to reply to the scene, "Taliyun died as he would've like to live. Though he did not accomplish all he wished to do - may he rest in peace." Alfie then turned back to trot back home, having seen enough to satisfy his curiosity as to how one of his comrades had perished. Old soldiers never die, Never die, never die, Old soldiers never die, They simply fade away.

Cathan stared at the ceiling, before staring at the empty papers on his desk. He'd then begin addressing letters to the various groups & individuals he had gotten involved with over the years. Hurin, Vyllaenen, and Warlock: Taliyun and Nenar: Ahren: Nimue: Amae'li and Valmir:

Alfie stared out his window, holding his mug of green tea in both hands. The man then made plans to send his kids away on a 'field trip' for a while and contact a few lads to go kill a demon. Though admittedly it crossed his mind how dangerously common this was becoming. It was getting frankly confusing how he kept running into these situations. In the meantime, the man began to stockpile null-arcana and auric-oil. Just for the fight.