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<blockquote data-quote="Paka" data-source="post: 1124034" data-attributes="member: 100">slowly but surelyBastion – Breadbasket of EredaneScouting gave them an idea of the area.&nbsp; Bastion was a walled city, in the middle of a triangle of Orc-infested fortresses.&nbsp; To the north was the Shadow-built Holy Fortress, a nightmare of spires and walls.&nbsp; To the east was Fort Easterling and to the west was Fort Westerness.&nbsp; The river, the Queen’s Tears bi-sected the triangle.&nbsp; All around were the villages and manors that administered to the breadbasket of the continent.&nbsp; When carts came to take early harvest grain to the silos in the forts, they were drawn by Ogres and surrounded by Orcs.Legate taskmasters lived in the manors just as knights and lords would have long ago and Orcish taskmasters drove the harvest.&nbsp; The many Orc who lived in the villages had been here for almost a hundred years.&nbsp; Many of them were fat and content, happy to be away from their former homes in the deep north.&nbsp; Some villages no longer had humans and only the sons and daughters of Izrador remained.&nbsp; Scouting went well with the Snow Elf and I doing most of the leg-work.&nbsp; One of the advantages of hiding in the bosom of the Shadow is that the constant parade of Orcs was keeping the Fell from becoming a nuisance so far.&nbsp; While sitting around a smokeless fire nestled in the broken tower we called home, we talked about strategy and how to make ourselves a thorn in Sameal’s side without committing suicide.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Paka, post: 1124034, member: 100"] [b]slowly but surely[/b] [b]Bastion – Breadbasket of Eredane[/b] Scouting gave them an idea of the area. Bastion was a walled city, in the middle of a triangle of Orc-infested fortresses. To the north was the Shadow-built Holy Fortress, a nightmare of spires and walls. To the east was Fort Easterling and to the west was Fort Westerness. The river, the Queen’s Tears bi-sected the triangle. All around were the villages and manors that administered to the breadbasket of the continent. When carts came to take early harvest grain to the silos in the forts, they were drawn by Ogres and surrounded by Orcs. Legate taskmasters lived in the manors just as knights and lords would have long ago and Orcish taskmasters drove the harvest. The many Orc who lived in the villages had been here for almost a hundred years. Many of them were fat and content, happy to be away from their former homes in the deep north. Some villages no longer had humans and only the sons and daughters of Izrador remained. Scouting went well with the Snow Elf and I doing most of the leg-work. One of the advantages of hiding in the bosom of the Shadow is that the constant parade of Orcs was keeping the Fell from becoming a nuisance so far. While sitting around a smokeless fire nestled in the broken tower we called home, we talked about strategy and how to make ourselves a thorn in Sameal’s side without committing suicide. [/QUOTE]

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