It was a hard march and the Gardarr Phalanx arrived in Viseu proper in the midday sun, with signs of battle around them. Rand glanced at his men, they were tired and it was showing, but they would do their duty, they always have.
Viseu was a townsland, with one major Town centered and surrounded by farmland. It also did not boast any fortifications, so it was here that the Phalanx marched into the outskirts of town and joined the continuing fight between the town defenders and the invaders. The Invaders being them of course, the defenders was outnumbered three to one but they fought in the streets, alleys and rooftops, setting ambushes as they retreated, making the attackers hesitate.
Rand knew this town from what he learned on previous skirmishes and invasions and he had a good idea of where he wanted to go. It was easy going as most defenders had been routed and pushed back to the outer edges of the town, so Rand made swift progress marching his men through the market district towards the temple district.
Yes even small towns like this had a somewhat robust religious center, no officially sanctioned temples but still houses converted to religious building as such.
It wasn’t long before Rand spotted his destination. A large building, once an Inn or Tavern converted to house the Shamans and Zealots from the Shadow Cult. There was a lot of people milling outside, and a few guards keeping the people in check. Rand didn’t know who had set them, but he did not care. He had eyes only for the Shamans and their attendants preaching to their flock.
“FAN OUT AND SURROUND THE BUILDING†he bellowed
His men rushed past him and the startled guards and began to surround the building and separating the peasants from the Shadow Cultists.
“MILORD, this is highly irregular we have been assigned to keep the peace …â€
Rand glared at the Guard, “YOU ARE DISMISSED!â€
The Guard stared at Rand, “The Gardarr Phalanx will take over here now†and with that Rand rode past the startled guards. They looked at each other and moved away at a quick pace, probably to report to their Lord or Lady, Rand did not care.
His men had separated the local peasants from the Cultists and Rand bellowed “ROPE, BRING ME ROPE!â€
