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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DoctorB" data-source="post: 5001" data-attributes="member: 903">Cobbe's Vision in Sazon[You are dreaming… you think]The low hills stretch away to the horizon though those opposite you are darkened with the numbers of the enemy.   Looking at your own lines, your spirits rise.  Lady Breda prances in place.  You can feel her eagerness for battle and glory.  There is Joy glowing with a blue light astride Blueberry.  She gives you a brave smile.  Galena also glows but with a different power as she calls on her magic.  A shadowy presence to your left is your only view of Liana, but you know she will be just as hard for the enemy to find.  Further on your right, you see Bacha marching alongside his Irmakian tribe.  He calls out a battle cry in salute.  Toiva anchors your left with a troop of Dibran warriors drawn from many cities.  They sing a bawdy song about landlocked maidens.  A shame no more than the few hundred he commands could fight alongside you.  At your back sits the entire strength of Imperial horse and foot.  All of them have chosen to be here and you are confident they will acquit themselves well.  Looking closely, you make out the contingent from Pella; among them are Orace and Jarrik.  You nod at Krum and he seems to understand.  He will keep them as safe as he can.  Nearby ride the Grey Knights.  One of their lieutenants is familiar in the way she rides and sits.  Of course Sheranise would be here.  The Lady does not unchoose her champions.  Hope rises as you see the brave swords and spears....Then you look across the field.  The enemy blackens the horizon with soldiers.  Against your few thousand are arrayed fifty or one hundred times that number.  Among them stride trolls and giants, ogres and hobgoblins.  Other creatures you have never seen or heard of before walk or shamble among them. Riding a dragon above them is a man in black armor.  The Warlord.  You realize with honest appraisal that you will die today.  Why would the Lady choose you and the others to be her champions if you were doomed to fall before the might of the Triad?  Are you and the others merely the last desperate cry of the defeated Seven?  Then you think of what might have been.  Where are the shining Argesian knights and the Dwarven legions to anchor your center?  You have no berserkers from Varna to confuse the enemy ranks, no deadly archers from Streda and Tolna to fill the air with arrows.  Absent is the magical power of Sindaria or the solid infantry of Lublin.Grimly, you put your past failures behind you.  You can only use the ingredients at hand.  Wishing for saffron doesn’t make it appear.  Failing all else, you rely on duty and faith.  You call on the Lady and all of the Seven for their blessing and signal the attack…[You awaken covered in sweat and reach for your mace.  Lady Breda is kicking the sides of her stall.  The adrenaline of battle is still with you and you find it impossible to return to sleep</blockquote>

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