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Note: This build takes place, chronologically, before Phase 1 or Phase 2 and concerns Altiera's company's last battle as mercenaries, sometime before her auguries and the events of the civil war in Nocturnus turned her attention homeward. Note 2: I didn't do a Dramatis Personae section for this MOC. I may add one later. Note 3: This is my first battle scene in a MOC. As such, I "performed" it procedurally and there will be A LOT of pics. More on flickr, of course. Note 4: I definitely need to do some Mitgardian builds after this one if only to make up for the violence. Oh dear. Some months ago, in the borderlands between Avalonia, Kaliphlin and Mitgardia. Altiera, girded for war, stands atop a spike of naked rock overlooking a shallow stream and the woodlands beyond. The woodlands should not be there, she knows. They are not on the maps. She calls her angels to her, and says 'show me the world' and they oblige her. The angels are her bounded spirits of war. Avatars of the Faelites' tripartite Ethos of War: Perphesae, who inspires the battle hunger in warriors (low left). Aktronae, who favors skill at arms and valor afield (middle). Thaphae, who expects warriors to fight and live as if already dead (right). The dark angels show Altiera the truth of things. The trees that are not trees, that show on no map, are in fact the last strength in arms of Caradoc, once a Hand of Corruption callaborator and now a petty lord of a marauders' fief in the borderlands. It is he who Altiera has come to destroy. Altiera rolls the dice on Caradoc not yet realizing his ruse has been discovered. She calls up her forces as if to march across the ford. She passes her sight onto her company with a gesture and a word. She is proud of their discipline as they stare across the stream at the host of soldiers, complete with a company of Mitgardian mercenaries and their war dogs, who would ambush them. Before Caradoc can give an order, the restless Mitgardians sound their warhorn and prepare to charge while they believe they have the advantage of illusion. Before Caradoc can stop them, the Mitgardians charge while Caradoc's men and women-at-arms wait for a proper order as their training dictates. Altiera's own troops do not flinch as the Mitgardian warcries wash over them. Only at the last possible moment does Ferric give the order to stop the Mitgardian mercenaries cold. She slaps one of their dogs away with her ensorcelled shield as her men punish the Mitgardians for their eagerness. Caradoc cannot believe his eyes as a third of his company falls in seconds. The aftermath. Altiera takes first blood. And quickly presses her advantage, leading the charge personally. She is at home in the pound of feet, the battlecries of her warriors, for she has always found her home to be the melee. TO BE CONTINUED IN A SECOND POST LATER!
