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- May 4, 2018
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Starved, exhausted, uncertain. The men situated behind the walls of Ergo Cormond’s fortress were made desperate after weeks of isolation and bombardment. The siege left every man thirsty for an escape and hungry for salvation, and at dawn, that long desired salvation came. As streaks of daylight broke through the night, so did the outside mercenaries through the surrounding encampment. Real explosions and real gunfire accompanied their unexpected arrival, and in the wake of the attack, Nicolás and his men were cast back into the dunes of Brentaal. Or so the men of Ergo saw and believed.
A picture was painted, a trojan horse was fashioned, and the citadel’s weary defenders fell for everything. When blinded with hope, so far from the field and so high on their barricades, none had realized Nicolás was neither killed, captured or had even fled the scene of the battle. Rather, he was right in front of them, right under their noses, as he hid under a Mandalorian helm and behind an Imperial rifle. As for the many men around him, they too were his own, disguised and designed to trick the defending force. Along with Numenius’ persuasive skills as a diplomat, in addition the wagons of food they hauled behind them, the gates of the citadel were opened in moments.
And so the doom of Ergo Cormond was sealed.
By the time his father realized what happened, it had already happened. Nicolás and his forces quickly overwhelmed that of the citadel, and within minutes, it was the clear the battle could not be won for those defending. Many surrendered, again, thanks to Numenius’ quick thinking. Not purely as a diplomat, though. His skill as a fighter was no less effective as he knocked aside and dispatched well over a dozen sentries. Again, Nicolás was left to wonder: how could I have been so lucky to have a man like Senator Pax? That same thought, that same man, was what fueled him too. It’s why he fought even harder, and straight into the heart of the citadel halls where his father remained.
Once there, then at last, he could set his vengeance to rest.
Winding corridors and lingering guards was nothing to him. It only delayed the inevitable, because it wasn’t long before he reached the doors to Ergo’s chambers. Those who once guarded it were either killed, imprisoned or fled knowing full well the state of the attack. All that was left to do was for Nicolás to open those doors and confront his father. But, even with no other enemies at his back and Numenius by his side, could he do it? His fingers pressed against the wood but hesitated. His eyes wandered over to the other man, and his voice uncertain, he asked him. “Are you ready?”
Although, the real question was— was he?
@Nefieslab
A picture was painted, a trojan horse was fashioned, and the citadel’s weary defenders fell for everything. When blinded with hope, so far from the field and so high on their barricades, none had realized Nicolás was neither killed, captured or had even fled the scene of the battle. Rather, he was right in front of them, right under their noses, as he hid under a Mandalorian helm and behind an Imperial rifle. As for the many men around him, they too were his own, disguised and designed to trick the defending force. Along with Numenius’ persuasive skills as a diplomat, in addition the wagons of food they hauled behind them, the gates of the citadel were opened in moments.
And so the doom of Ergo Cormond was sealed.
By the time his father realized what happened, it had already happened. Nicolás and his forces quickly overwhelmed that of the citadel, and within minutes, it was the clear the battle could not be won for those defending. Many surrendered, again, thanks to Numenius’ quick thinking. Not purely as a diplomat, though. His skill as a fighter was no less effective as he knocked aside and dispatched well over a dozen sentries. Again, Nicolás was left to wonder: how could I have been so lucky to have a man like Senator Pax? That same thought, that same man, was what fueled him too. It’s why he fought even harder, and straight into the heart of the citadel halls where his father remained.
Once there, then at last, he could set his vengeance to rest.
Winding corridors and lingering guards was nothing to him. It only delayed the inevitable, because it wasn’t long before he reached the doors to Ergo’s chambers. Those who once guarded it were either killed, imprisoned or fled knowing full well the state of the attack. All that was left to do was for Nicolás to open those doors and confront his father. But, even with no other enemies at his back and Numenius by his side, could he do it? His fingers pressed against the wood but hesitated. His eyes wandered over to the other man, and his voice uncertain, he asked him. “Are you ready?”
Although, the real question was— was he?
@Nefieslab