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Lady Star Whisper
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Our goal is to capture the tunnel. We need to penetrate the entrance and thrust to the deepest point, then wash out whatever resistance remains inside.
We leave our tent: The 7th regiment is ready and waiting.
A young looking messenger arrives with uncanny timing.
"Sir, the 3rd and 4th regiment are in place."
"Understood."
Sergeant T'leare answers as he nods at me. I nod back.
He points out the macemen, staffmen, slingers and medical officers.
"Two, four, six, eight, ten, twelve, fourteen, fifteen - With the commander. Two, four, six, eight, ten - With the commander. Two, four, five - With the commander. Two, four - With the commander. The rest of you with me. March! Let yourself be heard!"
The sergeant leads his men away to the west. Their march is loud and masculine. The macemen bash their maces on their shields, and the staffmen tap their staffs against eachother, as they all chant indiscernible things.
I feel the ground shiver with their power.
The remaining men look at their comrades march off with intense disappointment, then look to me for comfort.
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