[francel's next breath is sharply exhaled; for a moment his eyes are eclipsed by white mist on the cold air. it will suffice, he tells himself. it must.
they ride east, then south. getting to skyfire locks from the gates of judgment necessitates cutting through camp dragonhead; at the western gates, however, a house haillenarte knight stops to hail francel. "lord francel!" the young woman cries. "svara has changed her formation — she has sent the dragonflies ahead, they mean to cross the skies above camp dragonhead and head straight for the locks. the cannons are primed and await your orders."
she is baiting us, francel decides. if svara had any intention of seeing her subordinates survive, she would have them fly over the mountains — not above an ishgardian stronghold, within reach of artillery and ballistae.]
No. Hold your fire. The wyrm would have us waste ceruleum and ammunitions on her thralls. Have the archers retaliate with their greatbows if need be.
[the knight rushes off to relay her orders. francel watches her run for a moment, then redirects his attentions toward estinien.]
You are wiser and more versed in the arts of war than I, Ser Estinien, and so I shall not presume to command you — I would have you battle as you see fit. My one request is that, once Svara lands, I would have you turn your lance towards her, and forsake the rest. If she can be put to rout, the rest will follow. My knights will hold off the aevis — and Fury willing, Naul as well.
no subject
[francel's next breath is sharply exhaled; for a moment his eyes are eclipsed by white mist on the cold air. it will suffice, he tells himself. it must.
they ride east, then south. getting to skyfire locks from the gates of judgment necessitates cutting through camp dragonhead; at the western gates, however, a house haillenarte knight stops to hail francel. "lord francel!" the young woman cries. "svara has changed her formation — she has sent the dragonflies ahead, they mean to cross the skies above camp dragonhead and head straight for the locks. the cannons are primed and await your orders."
she is baiting us, francel decides. if svara had any intention of seeing her subordinates survive, she would have them fly over the mountains — not above an ishgardian stronghold, within reach of artillery and ballistae.]
No. Hold your fire. The wyrm would have us waste ceruleum and ammunitions on her thralls. Have the archers retaliate with their greatbows if need be.
[the knight rushes off to relay her orders. francel watches her run for a moment, then redirects his attentions toward estinien.]
You are wiser and more versed in the arts of war than I, Ser Estinien, and so I shall not presume to command you — I would have you battle as you see fit. My one request is that, once Svara lands, I would have you turn your lance towards her, and forsake the rest. If she can be put to rout, the rest will follow. My knights will hold off the aevis — and Fury willing, Naul as well.