A City Under Siege: Valhiem - Day 5 of 9
The Enemy Encampment: The General's Pavillion
General Saladin stood in front of the small portal, his head bowed for the entire duration of the end of his meeting.
"Understood, Your Majesty. A thousand apologies, once more.......... yes, of course......... it won't happen again, I assure you..........Ye- ...........I-"
The portal, looking like a magic mirror floating in stasis, suddenly disappeared before Saladin could speak again. He finally lifted his head and just stood there for a moment. The only sign of his nerves was the quick adjustment of his collar that was starting to feel a little too tight.
He called for his two best mages. One an expert in Divination magic, the other in Alteration. He also called for his Under-General. He ordered the tent to be magically sealed away from outside Source. Then he had the tent swept for anything that didn't belong.
Afterwards:
"We have a leak." The two mages' eyes widened. His Under-General bared his teeth with quiet anger, showing the fangs of a vampire. "The enemy knows the day we planned to attack. It is undetermined how much information they have gleaned of the specifics." His eyes flicked to each one with the natural suspicion of a man who has lived amongst evil for many years. Then he turned his back on them and folded his arms behind his back. "But not to worry. We will use this to our advantage. And our new plan will stay between us only. So..." He turned his head slightly. "...if anything else gets out, I only have to kill you three."
"We should attack tonight," the Under-General mused. "The looks on their faces would be worth it alone."
Saladin knew he still wanted to drain the overall magical capability of Valhiem's forces. But it wasn't a bad idea. "Patience, Viktor. We will shatter their expectations and their morale. But not yet. Listen closely..."
The City of Valhiem
While overall spirits were dwindling as the countdown to war continued, there were several bright candles in the dark that brought the light of hope.
Word of the young Druid, Adam Phillips had spread across Golden Tree Park and the Industrial Complex. The foreigner's commitment to honest, hard work was respected and inspiring to all. The other Druid's had begun to follow suit, little by little, over the last couple of days, taking up axes and helping load carts when their magic had run out. Michael Fern, leader of this branch of the defense, was more than impressed and had even mentioned Adam in his evening report to The Citadel, noting with some amazement that Adam alone had boosted wood production by more than 10%. In terms of tree growth, he was the equivalent of 5 Druids.
James had gone from being sneered at when he first arrived, to being greeted at the entrance of The Academy on arrival each morning, to see if he wanted a coffee, breakfast or required any extra tools or materials for his experiments. All the people relevant to Clarissa knew him by name, and those not familiar addressed him as Mr Sirius. The Heads of the Departments and the President all were putting their hopes in the genius and intuition of their new tag team:
Shields and Sirius.
Across the Military Centre and all the way up to The Citadel, it had become well understood that the most powerful Captains of the Garrison were the four members of Second Chance. While the very new Adventurer Party had only just reached Silver Rank, this piece of information was easily identifiable as the least pertinent fact about them. What mattered more was that they'd completed a Gold Ranked Contract. What also mattered was that there were no other Adventurers in the city who could claim they had won a Platinum Bounty. Barracker Kassel, Fenna Postma, MacKensie Trydant and Zell Brooks were boosting morale across the rank-and-file and up the chain of command.