After several weeks of spying, information gathering, and studying the strength of the forces of the Bloodied Court, the Inquisition of Umberspire finally gives the order to mobilize their Hounds and the Men in Black.
Lawgiver Amondenora of Umberspire has ordered her forces to take the magical locations currently in the hands of Delarosa’s mercenaries, swiftly and without warning, before the vampire knights have a change to reroute their forces.
Across the light of the campfires, dozens of spectral knights and skeletal warriors emerge form the shadows and the muddy soil, creeping silently towards the encampment of the mercenaries, who are still now performing their divination ceremonies. To see the Lumineth aelves and even Seraphon aiding Delarosa in these rituals is what tipped Amondenora to the significance of what was taking place. This is where the Great Plan intersects with the Vision-Mandates from the Umberspire Council. This is where the Inquisition needs to be, in aid to Alfonso or otherwise.
The ambush quickly becomes a frenzied bloodbath, as the Lumineth quickly react and turn their sunmetal weapons to their ghostly assailants, the bright light of hyshian magic cutting through the dark night. And, with thundering force, a brightly painted stegadon cutting through the Men in Black. The beast, carrying a Seraphon lizard priest of some description, clearly was aware of the incoming ambush, and the magical sigils of their azyrian magic carry its giant mount aloft and jumping across battlelines.
Amondenora knew the cost of revealing her hand here. These foes were sure to have tools and resources at their disposal to be able to fend off her attack and tactics, so she had to wait until the right moment until all her forces were in place. Until her skeletal forces, slowly pushing against the Luminet battleline, had taken control of the leylines these diviners had been using to power their ritual scrying. Distracted for more moments than they should have, the Seraphon battleline finally pushes the specters back, only to find that their ritual, hours in the making, was fizzling out and dissipating.
And, when nobody was looking, aelves here and there were silently taken away into the shadows.
“We may not have won the battle, but we shall surely win the only war that matters. Knowledge.” Amondenora scribbles one by one the details of their pyrrhic victory into her ledgers, before sending a message to King Alfonso’s Cracklebone Court of their successful mission.
