Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170804144241/@comment-25073873-20170907150231

A strange pair watched the orcs siege the city from a distance. From the appearences they had alone, one was a mage, the other an archer. Neither appeared suited for close combat, yet the mage carried a sword, and the archer herself had a similar weapon, perhaps for the times when it was necessary.

"The Orcish siege ... the equations have changed, and the chance of failing as increased. Eidys, I hope you are ready to perform some rebalancing. I'll leave this field to you, but know that if you die, I will not always have the chance to revive you" smiled the mage, as he turned to leave.

The archer nodded, crouching low and continue to watch with her excellent eyesight, even if it didn't exceed human limits. She had the time...

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Taliesin looked up momentarily, then looked back at his book. He found it tiresome to listen to people squabble over petty things like what to do exactly. Often, the battlefield exceeded expectations in planning and the situations twisted out of control. It was better to have an overarching plan than micro manage to the extent they wanted to argue over the tiniest details of the battle.

Yet Taliesin didn't interrupt. He felt it was too inane for him to talk.