Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160718172331

The Regent puts her hand on Praetor's, making him stop. She looks at him a moment.

"Bale, bring what equipment you can up the main road.  Assemble the trebuchets in the city center, where they can be moved as needed.  Have your heavy divisions ready to defend in front of the western approach.Tessaeba, try to have the Cavalry divisions at least to Edonshire canton witthin two hours.  Come straight south."

"I'll have the guard get whatever they can," Richter says, looking at the bottle in Praetor's hand. "I'll split them between the wall guard and the trebuchet engineers."

"Give some of them to the Harpies," Melandil says. "They're going to fight regardless."

"Go now.  And leave us.  Praetor, stay a minute." The Regent says.

The other commanders leave. Adelaide and Praetor are the only ones left in the room. She teps over to the window and looks out, slowly placing her hands behind her back. She stands there,.silently, for long moments. Finally, she speaks.

"This is not the first time we have been attacked, but it will be the last." Her voice softens, almost difficult to hear during the rain as it beats on the huge panes.

"How long have you had the flashbacks?"