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An Imperial courier makes his way to the boards and attaches a note.


Fellow Britannian's,


I write to inform you all that the island city of Occlo is hereto and forthwith under siege by the forces of and those loyal to the Order of Imperial. Our aim in this siege is to expand our resource base and establish new governance of a relatively remote island city. The People, currently living within the borders of Occlo are free to come and go as they wish and will not be harassed or molested in ANY way shape or form unless provocations are made; Also, as there is no blockade instituted by the water lanes and no interdiction of magical travel is in place; trade and travel shall flow as usual.

We pray to our Goddess for serenity, patience, understanding and enlightenment in this path we have decided to travel on and most importantly we pray for a light resistance siege, a smooth transition of power and a low civilian casualty count, but we are determined in our course and those that interfere will feel the full fiery of Her Holy Army.


The Order of Imperial

Lord British, guards of Lord British nor Order of Law will not tolerate any kind of actions taken against us. You will face endless bloodpath for doing any hostile actions towards Occlo. And me, head priest of Law, i will take care of it personally.

Darion al ferran

*Dark dressed woman comes from the shadows, reads the posts and mumbles herself*

"Finally! I've been waiting for this moment too long. I shall deliver message to Dennac that we can finally
perform our plan against Gaea, while Law and Imperial focus on each other"

In brightest day, In blackest night;
No evil shall escape my sight.
Let those who worships evils might,
Beware my power;
Green Lanterns Light.

Another brutal assault on a peaceful town. Imperial's thirst for blood will make them drown in their own'.

- Maerynn

"The siege works are nearly completed sir," the Chaos guard said to Tyrion. Nodding from his steed, he reared his corsair around trotted off to survey the perimeter defenses of the town. He took out his map and and jotted down positions, weaknesses, number of enemies, concentration areas and additional logistical information about the island that would come in handy. Tyrion was just about done when a pigeon landed on the head of his corsair. Curiously and quickly he cupped the starling in his hands and unfurled the message:


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Tyrion,

YOU ARE A SUCK AND YOU ARE A GAY
Occlo will burn before you orange sons of whores lay a hand on it.

Castiel
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Shaking his head quietly Tyrion crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it aside. "Respect and discipline is such a rare commodity these days," he murmured off-handedly as he raised his spyglass towards the direction of the Peninsula, he scribbled down additional notes and continued on his way.

Tyrion notes the advances made into the city. "Not the progress I would have hoped fur but it will suffice," he comments to himself. The incursion had been completed for that day, his forces were weary from battle and required rest. "See to the centuries for the night," he remarked to Camerest. "We will shoot for an early morning assault, they won't be expecting that." Before calling it quits for the night, Tyrion's command staff met briefly at the docks to review the days events and focus on the future of the siege.

Tyrion walked among the corpses slowly taking in the mid-day skirmish with reserved satisfaction. The attack had been delayed due to inclement weather conditions and he wanted to give his troops every advantage possible. Slogging through the mud does not make soldiers happy, especially when they are asked to fight and die in it. All in all, the attack went smoothly, casualties were incurred and the morale of the town guard seemed to be diminishing; evidence of that could be seen in the lackluster cohesion in coordinating counter-attacks, most lacked fervor.

The attack started quickly and ended just as fast, the center of the town had been captured. The eastern half of Occlo was now in Imperial hands and Tyrion was elated. "Good job men!" he shouted after the battle was over and the cheers rang out. His words struck a chord and he was motivated further to inspire his beleaguered force. Supplies, men, materiel and morale was low, especially when the orders came down that the siege would commence. Most believed the endeavor to be folly, and rightly so. "No-one has ever attempted a siege in such a manner with so few resources and man-power in such a long-time, except. . . you." He thought about that discussion he had engaged in prior to the final decision being made. Shaking discouraging thoughts from his mind, he steeled himself for the final end to the assault and lifted a battle cry that rang through the streets and alleyways.

The time had come once more. Eyeing the renovated defenses with interest, Tyrion recognized the fresh troops by the shine of the armor. "Reinforcements?" he thought to himself quietly. "Perhaps we were naive to think the white-walkers would allow this city to fall." Travel, such as it is could have delayed the arrival of these troops, or storm could have knocked their ship off course, "no matter," he thought allowed. "Sound the attack!" The sound of the horn reverberated in the shallow woods and off the brick and mortar homes. Tyrion pulled his scepter into the ready stance and began to advance slowly with his troops once more into the city.



Making headway through he central district, the attack force turned north and eventually found ran into last vestiges of pocketed resistance throughout the city.