Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150522214551

(What you fail to realize, O guardians and cabal, is that Rhall's entire force is a smoke screen and a fire magnet for a force of equall size commanded by Kahniss. While the foes of the storms wear themselves away on Rhall's force, Kahniss's own crew scour the frozen swords in search of the final piece of the storm's master plan. The cabal have been fooled into wasting their forces for nothing, and the guardians are running out of time.)

From the top of the mountain, Lokass stared down at the fight on the lower slopes. Six other captains stood behind him, growing impatient. Finally, Raks, the pikemaster broke the near silence.

"Why dost we wait atop this infernal peak? We should be taking the fight to them! They know not of our reserves, they think us low in numbers having swept through our undermanned defences so swiftly! Suerly we could equall their force and seize victory!"

After a moment, Lokass turned and adressed the rash pikemaster.

"We art here to draw their forces away from something more important, not to risk our lives and ketch trying to wipe out a cabal army. Even if we sent forth the reserves, they would set the scales even, not tip them in our favor. The cabal expect results. If we stand, fight, and lose, their high command shall see that as progress, and send reinforcements. But if we deny them victory, having already cost them 60% of their total forces, they shall remain weak, un-reinforced, and not a threat to our greater plans. Thus, we shall choose this moment to withdraw, not counter charge. Our goal is accomplished. Let us move to the next."

Raising a hand to his helm, Lokass selected the comms frequency that adressed all his troops, and spoke.

"Brothers, sisters! Our goal is reached. Our foe weakened. Now is the time to deny them even partial victory. To the ketch storms! Let us deny them their prize!"

With that final order, the small defensive force abandoned the lower fortifications, and rushed up the mountainside, and into the ketch. The cabal, thinking their foe retreating, hurried after them, only to find the fallen's defenses rigged with tripmines, web mines, and splinter mines. When the attackers had finally pushed through the traps, they saw a sight thet left knots of hate and rage in their stomachs. Far above their heads, the ketch pulled away from the peak, proofed against orbital fire by its own jammer. The ship, and all its crew, drifted back above the pass, and over the ice plains beyond.