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"The defense is getting more fierce." Upon returning to the siege encampment, Tyrion was shocked to learn the defenders mounted a daring night raid that caused quite a bit of damage and death not too mention a morale blow. "Weren't the sentries posted?" "Aye," responded the senior Chaos guard commander. "They snuck up on our sentries in the dead of night, slit their throats and sounded the horn for an attack, we were lucky to push them back." Tyrion shook his head in embarrassment. "This won't do commander, this won't do. If we have any hope of regaining the upper hand, our main hope lies in discipline and intelligence. Without one or the other, we are lost." The guard saluted and walked back to his post. "Call for reinforcements we're attacking, NOW!"
"The last gasp of a desperate house." Tyrion muttered quietly. The slue of counterattacks by the white-walkers had been ferocious yet ultimately, futile. Their numbers, so thinned as they were cared not for continuing the fight. He noticed movement ahead, resumed his position and awaited for the moment to start the attack.
Darion, let me remind you that you attacked Her holy altar and you faltered. You attacked this time while we slept and meditated and found little resistance. When it is an even match you will surely lose like you have before.
Let me remind you what it is like to fail with such a price..
The siege continued as expected. There remained only a pocketed resistance at this point. Content to let them seethe in anger, Tyrion made sure that the hot spots of the city were cordoned off as to avoid any unnecessary causalities, of his forces or civilians attempting to return to some semblance of a normal life devoid of the fighting. The siege would continue until misio was given or the survivors starved. The latter option pained Tyrion slightly. However, the indoctrination techniques of the white-walkers were to be respected after all. Soldiers re-educated to be zombies which furthered a culture of dynastic rule; men and women willing to die for a long forgotten and diverted cause; "such a shame. ." Tyrion thought quietly. He addressed a small crowd near the center of the town and spoke deeply as to echo his words so that it would carry throughout.
Tyrion knew, however that should they surrender peaceably, he would grant them free passage to the mainland with a letter directed for whomever stayed in power in those anarchic lands where robbers roamed freely without check and the ebb and flow of chaos creeped ever closer to the heartland of that continents main cities. Tyrion was discontent to allow the maelstrom of chaos and destruction continue there. It seemed as though there was nothing he could do at the moment to stop it. He stirred from his reverie and addressed the nearest senior Chaos guard; "In any event, see to the re-construction of the damaged areas of the city. The siege will be over within days and commerce, civility and order must be reestablished." The Chaos guard turned to relay the message and Tyrion returned to his reverie in the heart of the conquered town surrounded by blessed stones.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, crates of beef jerky were brought into the warehouses and put under lock and key. With careful rationing there was no telling how long the troops of Lord British and the Order of Law could hold out.
"last i knew it was illegal to hate someone" Richard Mota
The siege is nearing an end and the last vestiges of resistance remain in the north. The Chaos guards have been tasked with snuffing out any remaining resistance and will make it there solemn duty to carry out this endeavor with all possible haste. Until these areas are pacified, I would recommend avoiding them or traversing them at your own risk because there will be combative scenarios that may arise.
Additionally, you may see Imperial representatives leading a foray into these areas from time to time. Rest assured that they mean you no harm and if any acts of aggression are made against the citizens of Occlo or other civilians making their way through the city on business, pleasure, or leisure are harmed or accosted by a member of Imperial, we would like to know. We only ask you provide the evidence of the exchange.
*An Imperial courier makes his way to the public boards of each major city and attaches a note.*
Fellow Britannian's,
We have come to the conclusion of this arduous task. It is with great delight and candor that we report, The Siege of Occlo is complete. Now, under Imperial control, commerce and day to day activities may continue anew. The docks, banking and healer establishments are now in full operation; servicing members of the cloth and regular citizens. Operatives within the city of Britain have established a one-way porting device that will take those interested, to Occlo, to partake in the bountiful harvest. The Order would like to thank the citizens of Occlo, and other fellow Britannian's for their cooperation and understanding in this most serious affair.
I thank the Order of Imperial for taking control of a place long forgotten by the so-called law enforcement officials; and with this possession can only be expected developments and improvements in quality of life in Occlo.
Once again Order of Law demonstrated its weakness, attacking altars and towns, instead of defending the people of Occlo, which after all is now more secure and in better hands.
After all, what is the purpose of the Order of Law? Show the citizens, as it did here, which can attack the lightly-defended places, while others struggle for what they believe is best for the people?