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665. Saint Marcellus

The battle for Morcaster went in favour of the rebels. Taking the bridge gate next, another legion swept in to join forces with the Twentieth. With such numbers compared to the garrison scattered a...

664. Two Crosses

In the dead of night, two cloaked figures moved through the alleys of the copper lanes. With a hostile army outside the gates, even this district was under heavy patrol from a garrison under consta...

663. The Wrong Tool

Walking through the city with its endless monotony, nothing around them distracted Martel from the creeping sense of dread slowly overtaking him. They might very well be too late, making this entir...

662. The Right Tool

Both of the mages recoiled as the ring on the ground glowed. The translucent shape of a person appeared within, looking like a spirit. As it shone, it seemed to solidify, and its form became hard a...

661. The Tower

Without the sun, moon, or stars, it was hard to keep track of time. Only sensations like thirst or weariness gave Martel a sense of how long they had journeyed, traversing the stone city. They stop...

660. Balancing Act

"Martel? Martel! Please, listen to me!" Despite Eleanor's frantic pleading as she knelt in front of him, the battlemage gave no inclination that he could hear her. He stared straight ahead with wat...

659. The Meaning of the Name

With only Martel's magelight casting a soft ring of illumination around them, the two mages moved deeper underground. The tunnels sloped slightly downwards, and Martel wondered if this had in ancie...

658. Subterfuge

Together, the captain prefect and the legate of the Tenth Legion left their camp, riding south. They had an armed escort of a full centuria with them, which seemed unnecessary to Martel. Any group ...

657. Swift Negotiations

After ten days of marching, five legions had the walls of Morcaster within their sights. All of them wore Asterian colours and carried banners of the Empire; many of the legionaries called the city...

656. A Captain's Choice

Another day was spent in the same camp west of the conquered bridge, allowing the Twentieth Legion to catch up after being sent north as a diversion. It also gave the legionaries time to handle tas...

655. Private Celebrations

As the sun continued to rise, the rebel soldiers took full possession of the western shore. The Seventeenth and Nineteenth Legions pursued the enemy, not to give battle, but simply ensure they had ...

654. As the Day Dawns

Another cohort entered the battle; Martel did not know how many had done so by now. His soldiers had begun pushing bodies into the water or carrying them backwards, according to sensibility, all to...

653. Dark Skies

Martel had fought a hundred battles, gone through harrowing experiences, and he had been to the brink of death and returned more than once. But the thought of what a fire-touched battlemage of Mast...

652. Opposite Sides

As the legionaries ran forward, their ranks became disrupted. Martel allowed himself to fall behind and his soldiers to overtake him; he would not be fighting in the front row, and he had another p...

651. Dark Clouds

Early in the morning, the Twentieth Legion marched out of camp, headed north. They stayed within sight of the river, allowing anybody on the western bank to witness their progress. As for the remai...

650. The Road Taken

The legions under Martel's command continued their inexorable march towards Morcaster. They did not meet any resistance; no force existed close enough to offer meaningful opposition. All available ...

649. Ad Portam

Hundreds of miles lay between the legions and Morcaster, but they had reached fertile lands, civilised and populated, unlike the frontier near Khiva. The days being late summer meant blossoming fie...

648. Nineteen, Twenty

While the message from Morcaster was foreboding, it was most of all met by relief. The long waiting and uncertainty had ended. While some had hoped that the High Council would see reason and acquie...

647. Cold Winds

Confusion took hold for a while as the expected battle did not happen. The remaining commanders of the two northern legions rode out into the open, signalling their intention to parley. This did no...

646. Plundered Victory

Two days passed before the Thirteenth and the Seventeen Legions of the Asterian Empire reached the small town of Esmouth. They made camp five miles north; as they enjoyed their long-awaited rest, a...

645. We Kill Them

While the news unsettled both the town and the camp, the prefects waited until more patrols could be sent and return, giving them a better understanding of the situation. The following night, havin...

644. A Question of Authority

In the following days, Martel got a taste of what it meant to hold imperium over even just a small town like Esmouth. While Eleanor and Lara oversaw administrative tasks and his prefects trained th...

643. Imperium

The camp did not have space for the entire legion to stand together in ranks. Thus, as morning came, every cohort marched out, crossed the bridge, and went through Esmouth to finally arraign themse...

642. A Council of Command

After allowing Martel and Eleanor a moment of reunion, Lara joined them. "Finally. Your return will buy some time, ease tensions, and we can finally get to work."

"Buy time?" Martel asked con...

641. Out of Joint

Nobody tried to murder Martel at night, whether Asterians or Khivans. He and the optio travelled mostly in silence until they reached the small outpost. Seeing it again felt eerie; Martel had never...

640. What the Future Promises

Watching the Asterian rider approach in the company of a Khivan patrol, Martel wanted to leap over the battlements and sprint towards them, shouting questions. But he restrained himself, given his ...

639. The Stronger Mettle

"A known traitor in our midst, and the entire legion watches her speak!" the legate roared.

"The only traitor here is you!" Eleanor retorted. "How many lie dead because you commanded us into ...

638. The Words of a Firebrand

A small band of Khivans moved through the contested lands east of Esmouth. In their company walked an Asterian mageknight. While all had their weapons sheathed or shouldered, with no outright sign ...

637. Marked

Moments passed. Outside, it looked as if they might be getting the small fires under control. Martel could not see it, being inside the tent, but as he let his magic push out from him, he did not f...

636. Drop by Drop

Despite his temper flaring, Martel did not allow it to make his decisions. He could not fight the entire Third Army on his own. Rather than release spells in every direction, which would be obvious...