บท 244: Path of Attack
Jack stood within the spacious helm of the Floating Fortress: Last Kiss. Before him was a large magical projection showing the Country of Borda. Various lines pointed to a wide range of places with words in Voidic hanging in the air to detail each specific target within the projection.
Surrounding Jack and this projection he had conjured were Warmarshal Joan, General Verruca, Warmarshal Frostgard, Warmarshal Chaoshood, Warmarshal Kevin, Warmarshal Achnida, and each of these members had subordinates behind them various generals of the Warbreakers, Spellslingers, Frostgard, and a few outliers. Standing behind Warmarshal Frostgard, and looking awkward, was Xavier Doomcry, and behind Jack stood Militus Obitus Tornface. Another interesting addition was the Furysmith Patriarch from the, now gone, City of Zithergall and his Clan warriors.
Small chatter and clacking of teeth echoed throughout the helm.
General Verruca waved her large hand over the projection, in which various drop sites were marked indicating her path and plan of attack. It was a straight forward attack path that led to the Head Cathedral of the Chruch of Three Gods.
"I only need three legions, and the name Borda will be wiped from the annals of time." Verruca clenched her right fist which produced joint popping sounds.
"And the casualties?" Jack's voice rolled out, as he arched a brow over his flaming eyes. The very same flames that caused dancing shadows to sport among his out-of-place fleshy face.
Verruca scrunched her brows, as her eyes darted across the phantasmal image of Land of Borda.
"...Not more than half...!" Verruca holds up an index finger.
The hall quieted down, as they heard the estimation.
"...Joan."
Warmarshal Joan's snake hair hissed, as she continued to look at the projection. Silence reigned for an uncomfortable amount of time until Joan waved her hand over the projection.
The drop sites changed from a straight line to a line that curved to the right and approached the Church of the Three Gods from the right, instead of the front.
"I would only need two legions for this assault, and I estimate only a tenth of loss to current forces." Joan chirped in her husky voice.
A frown formed on Warmarshal Choashood's face, at hearing the estimate.
Jack's voice rolled out, though the tone sounded far more pleased than his words would indicate, "And your objections, Warmarshal Chaoshood?"
Looking into the God-King's flaming eyes, Stephanie Chaoshood nodded her head. She spoke out her thoughts, "I see that this proposed attack leans heavily into attacking from the Brimstone Channel, and taking advantage of the lack of defense to the Lava Channel, but what makes you so sure that the losses will not amount to beyond thirty percent?"
Jack, so too, nodded his head, as his gaze drifted to Warmarshal Joan, just as the rest of those present had done.
Joan laughed loudly, as she pointed her finger to the first drop site, "The land has changed quite a bit since my... Slumber, but here is the crooked lane between the bean lakes, north of Sufenrun."
A few nodded to the location.
"This entry point into Borda was, and by the looks of it, still is one of the weakest border entries, and for good reason. By land, the crooked lane through the bean lakes is riddled with pitfalls and undead alligators. What army marches through a death trap like that?"
Verruca cleared her throat.
"With this fortress flying over it would be ideal. Few military forces below would be able to bombard us, as we make entry."
Joan's finger lingered there, "We can deploy half of the Frostgard legion here. Defending this choke here between the two bean lakes and the Avencain Lake here. I remember that the Deviduke Clan dwells in this area."
"What would we do with such a heretical clan?" Voiced Warmarshal Kevin. While he and his former Warmarshal Ken Quicker stayed in the south and clashed with the Grand Tomb of Neolith, he knew of the many conflicts between Warmarshal Michael and the heretics of the North and Borda... The Deviduke Family were a depraved cabal of devil worshiping darkness cultivating assholes greedy for power and profit. At one point, they were the premount clan that persuaded before the coming of the Holy Kingdom of Deagoth. As for being greedy... Seriously, they would sell their own mother, grandmother, and favorite aunt, if they thought it could grant them profit. Thankfully they were a minor clan, but Warmarshal Kevin had heard through the various gossip channels that the Deviduke clan was going to make a comeback to their full glory.
"Heretics is a matter of opinion. You know I would gladly slay every fucking pathetic heretic and offer their blood up to my God-King, here, for all eternity" Joan made slow chopping motions with her hands, with a held laugh.
"But, these heretics knew some great stuff a while back, and I believe it will aid the God-King. So We will occupy, I mean, stay as honored guests within their Clan, as We hold off the forces. We can borrow their forces to defend their location."
"Alright, let me ask a different way, what makes you think that the Deviduke clan would help us?" Kevin continued.
"One, they owe me. Two, if they don't I'll kill them all. Three, it's in their best interest to do so, as the God-King will profit them more than Borda, at this point."
"I see... Carrot and stick, as it were... Carry on." Warmarshal Kevin nods, satisfied. It wasn't his Legion that was dropping down and having to deal with the Deviduke clan.
Joan continued, "Then through the Witbury foothills, which hold little value, and is defended by the same amount, We can adjust course over these foothills and then pose to attack Dypilme, City of the Church of the Three Gods, from the Lava Sea Channel and port."
"And the warbreakers should do what I remember best... Break the war, right through their back doors." Joan finished, with a wide smile.
"Yes. That's fine and all, though, I can't help but ask WaRmArShAl Joan... What of the rest of Borda?" Mark's voice echoed within the hall, as some undead parted so that Jack could see his figure.
Jack nodded, "Securing Death's Daughter is Our number one objective. In fact, it pales before any other current objectives."
As he leaned against the door frame leading out of the hall, Mark asked over his shoulder, "And after she's secured?"
The flames of Jack's eyes flickered quickly, before he spoke, "With Death's Daughter secure, Death will follow those that supported this fiasco, down to the government offices that allowed the Church of the Three Gods to assist or aided at one time or another."
"Sparing the people?" Mark's voice seemed to mock.
Jack signed per his usual, "I should not condemn the people for the crimes of their rulers... Those innocent of this should be spared."
"And who are you to judge?"
"I am a god."
"Are you theirs, though?" Mark stood up from his place and walked out of the room.
He only left words echoing back, "Are you?"
Jack frowned in thought, as his flaming eyes burned brighter.
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Voidmirage
Voidmirage Voidmirage, the Blind Idiot God here!
I am here? I'm here!
Thought I was dead, huh? So did I!
But then I remembered what H.P. Lovecraft wrote, and woke back up... Here's to a few more chapters before I pass out again!
Next chapter in two weekish? maybe?
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