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His mount was lathered by the time they'd breached the city's walls, crashing hooves a steady undercurrent to the roaring tides of sound. Voices rose, dauntless against the distant thunder of cannon fire, steel an endless echo in streets heavy with smoke and ash-but it would take more than rallying to stop these flames.

Amedra was burning.

Parts of it, leastways. The sea rats'd been quick enough to set the docks to torch, and so it had shown like some bloody beacon on the horizon, warships dotting far off clouds like flies. They'd been drawn to it like moths to a fire...for all the good that a handful of household knights might prove.

Small fortune they've yet to swarm, he'd reflected, elvish band weaving through paths choked mostly less with red than the militant colors of the city's guard. Even the faces of those fleeing held shades more determination than they'd right to given the odds. The knights cut around them, riding down pursuing forces and deeper still to where the roads lay most congested-purpose made plain to all but the rawest of them.

And Saul had laughed before the captain could frame a reply; a younger knight's question half swallowed by the battle's din. 'What now?', the lad had asked.

"-We hold the fucking gate."

Saltine crackers 'n co on extended field trip without m'lady- one of them would've sent message to her household in Delverne while the rest...stuck around (as she would've expected them t..o...) helping the people flee/being a mild nuisance to invading forces and impeding one of the paths out of the marketplace gomen for corny narratives--

Been highkey griping about this for some days and still just.......(...) ;;;a lot of elements I don't normally mess with...Baby steps..or something

Just stAYS PRESSED AT MISSING OUT ON VALENTINES MIXER FMLMGN so many cute entries

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His mount was lathered by the time they'd breached the city's walls, crashing hooves a steady undercurrent to the roaring tides of sound. Voices rose, dauntless against the distant thunder of cannon fire, steel an endless echo in streets heavy with smoke and ash-but it would take more than rallying to stop these flames.

Amedra was burning.

Parts of it, leastways. The sea rats'd been quick enough to set the docks to torch, and so it had shown like some bloody beacon on the horizon, warships dotting far off clouds like flies. They'd been drawn to it like moths to a fire...for all the good that a handful of household knights might prove.

Small fortune they've yet to swarm, he'd reflected, elvish band weaving through paths choked mostly less with red than the militant colors of the city's guard. Even the faces of those fleeing held shades more determination than they'd right to given the odds. The knights cut around them, riding down pursuing forces and deeper still to where the roads lay most congested-purpose made plain to all but the rawest of them.

And Saul had laughed before the captain could frame a reply; a younger knight's question half swallowed by the battle's din. 'What now?', the lad had asked.

"-We hold the fucking gate."

Saltine crackers 'n co on extended field trip without m'lady- one of them would've sent message to her household in Delverne while the rest...stuck around (as she would've expected them t..o...) helping the people flee/being a mild nuisance to invading forces and impeding one of the paths out of the marketplace gomen for corny narratives--

Been highkey griping about this for some days and still just.......(...) ;;;a lot of elements I don't normally mess with...Baby steps..or something

Just stAYS PRESSED AT MISSING OUT ON VALENTINES MIXER FMLMGN so many cute entries