One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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To win wars, one must bring absolute defeat to one's enemies. Wars are not won by leaving the breath of dissension within the lungs of adversaries who will rise up once more and cause a greater burden in the future.
Carmon Dagarth, Blood Lord
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Heat consumed the air, billowing skyward from flames rising from one horizon to the other as Koroth Ulin burned down to blackened cinders.
Soon, like Koroth Abal and Savo, it would be nothing more than a pile of ash.
Cassandra stood, partaking in the sight, trying to calm the anxiety and anger overwhelming her. With every breath of the soot and ember filled air, she fought to keep from succumbing to its sulfuric and choking stench.
"I do so love to see your handiwork. It is very efficient and brutal."
Cassandra shifted toward the voice. Blood red hood drawn up, Lady Noranda examined Governor Farust's body, impaled through the back and out the neck on a pike and dangling atop the small rise just beyond the town's limits. Had the woman been alive, she would have seen what had become of her once precious fiefdom and the lands she once laid claim to controlling.
The Red Witch touched the blood, still wet, on the shaft. "Some might say it's a little much. But I think it sends quite and effective message."
"The price of failure must be high." Cassandra explained her cruelty. "In order to deter such from becoming commonplace."
"Governor Farust was certainly a convenient scapegoat for your sister slipping through our fingers."
Cassandra snorted at the insinuation. "Calling her a scapegoat implies she wasn't key to the debacle. I see her as instrumental. She had one job, and she failed."
"Indeed."
Silently seething over the loss of her necklace, the general felt at the spot where it once hung about her neck. The blond-haired woman accompanying her sister had done something to her that made Cassandra feel pathetic and weak. First holding her immobile and then rendering her unconscious without so much as a physical blow being struck.
