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[Bjorn]

"Sir Breke believes that I require additional training," Bjorn replies, gravely, "and he will provide that for me beginning tomorrow."

[Brian]

This causes the armored guy to turn around and look at you quizically.  "He's keeping you on?" he asks incredulously.

[Bjorn]

"It appears so, my Lord."  Bjorn directs his gaze still at Lord Kevin.  "For the time being, however, he does not require my immediate assistance, and he was curious as to the details of the current tactical situation."

[Brian]

"He was -- but why ..."  The armored man sighs, shaking his head.  "You can tell him we have it well in hand," he replies curtly.

Lord Kevin shoots him a sharp glance, and then says, "If he desires to see it himself, he can come here and look at the battle plans."

[Bjorn]

Bjorn bows deeply.  "As you command, my Lord.  That was indeed his wish, but I convinced him otherwise, fearing the reactions of the troops were they to think that a madman was involved in the planning.  Should he be sufficiently calm, I shall return with him shortly."

[Brian]

Mirallia blinks at that, and Lord Kevin raises an eyebrow.  "True," he murmurs.  "Very true.  That's the same reason that Sir Bloom hasn't been included in the planning."

"Ugh," the armored man grunts, shaking his head.  "Very well, I suppose.  Take a look at the map, and make up something convincing to tell him," he says, gesturing you over to the desk.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn steps over to the table, and carefully studies the map.

[Brian]

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<Faceless> roll 3d6 for tactics
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Faceless ... : 3d6 for tactics --> {12}
<Faceless> roll 3d6 for high society
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Faceless ... : 3d6 for high society --> {9}
It looks pretty straightforward.  From what you can tell, the thrust of the attack is going to be that the walls will be lined with archers raining death on the attackers.  Once their numbers have thinned, the majority of the archers will be moved to the center of the wall, and a rush through the gates will move paralell to the wall, branching out to come at the attackers from two sides, with the archers firing into the middle, and so, having the least chance of hitting their own troops.

The real problem with it, of course, is that as you understand things, the idea is to kill the general as quickly as possible.  Making the battle take longer than it has to wouldn't be such a great idea.

You're pretty sure you know how to make that point without offending Lord Kevin, though.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn makes a thoughtful noise.  "You expect the generals to be so heavily defended, then?"

[Brian]

"By the records we've gone through, this is traditionally the case," Lord Kevin agrees.  "Though, Liandral mentioned that you had already seen the army on the move ... he said he couldn't count them, because the charm put on him by Loremaster Parthipan blocked his vision somewhat.  Do you have any idea how many foes we might be facing?"

[Bjorn]

"I am afraid I did not see them myself," Bjorn says, apologetically.  "Sir Bloom did, however, and he said that he at first confused the March with a river."

[Brian]

"Then we must question him," Lord Kevin decides.  The armored man looks less than pleased about this, but nods, rises, and quickly marches to the end of the hall, then saying something to the guards.

"He should be here shortly," the man says to Lord Kevin, a heartbeat before the door opens, and Phil and Nathan walk in, looking around curiously.

Lord Kevin raises an eyebrow at this.  "Fortuitous timing," he allows.

"I trust you're well, Sir Bloom?"

[Dracos]

"Indeed.  Your hospitality is superb, Lord."  Dracos entered, glancing swiftly about the room with his eyes and taking the measure of those inside.  "I assume this is a meeting of planning?"

Dracos

[Brian]

Lord Kevin nods.  "Indeed ... I was wondering, perhaps, if you could recall how many foes you saw on the peak on their way here," he explains.  "I imagine you couldn't count them, but a rough estimate wouldn't hurt."

[Dracos]

Dracos brushed his beard, thinking hard.  "It's hard to say, they were like a river of darkness that stretched along the horizon.  Thousands, no, Hundreds of thousands strong if I had to guess."

Dracos