Roleplay from Mastraacht Abjur
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Mastraacht had ordered his men to the rearguard, let the fools of Aurvandil charge to their deaths its none of our business, he told his men. He watched as the Aurvandil nobles drew up their battlelines and smirked behind his mask as he saw the man who would be High Sovereign took position behind the few who would still fight for his dying realms' banner. His attention focused on the soldiers of the Knight Hausos At Arms. Although Drage didn't notice it, the poison was already at work among his chevaliers, many who stood in the ranks could do so only through leaning on their weapons or each other. As a knight of Tower Fatmilak, it had been child's play to have the local wells they would had filled their skins from poisoned. Mastraacht heard the order to charge and watched as the front line moved out to meet their fate on Fissoan steel, well, those who didn't drop dead or insensible immediately from the poison or from the arrows of Fissoan archers. For his part, Mastraacht made a silent signal to his men, and they threw down the Aurvandil banner and faded into the nearby copse of trees like ghosts toward Lugagun. The last thing he heard as he quit the field was the victory cheer of the Duchy troops, just as planned.
