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Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 10:46 pm
by Padre
Orjetax wrote:... How does the "consequences for PC death" practice impact play on the tabletop? Are all "PC" models loaded with as much equipment or other benefits as possible in an effort to prevent the chaos of character death? Or do your players take a more RPG-view and appreciate character death and its consequences as part of the fun?

The consequences vary with every player character death. When they die the player is temporarily out of the game. They then choose, in discussion with me, who their next character is, but rarely does the new character simply pick up the reins of the last. If they have an heir, for example, then they could become that heir - but they might be still young, or the inheritance disputed, or the realm in some way damaged, perhaps as a consequence of the first character's death. It's not easy to explain in general terms so I'll do specifics ...

When the vampire duke died in battle, an NPC lesser vampire, his lieutenant, Captain Theobald Hackspitt, took command of the (now somewhat crumbled) army and retreated from the field back home. That character was one of the alternative options offered as a new character for the player, but he chose instead to become the vampire Duchess Maria. She was an NPC - a blood relation of the Duke in life - who had been employed in a cunning trick earlier in the campaign. Although it's all in the story, it's not always obvious, for various reasons, so I ought to explain what really happened to her ...

There was a battle in which the scenario was that she was trying to escape being killed or captured by her cousin, advised by her council that her town was doomed (see viewtopic.php?p=35374#p35374). The subsequent battle report showed her at the last moment escaping (see viewtopic.php?p=35478#p35478). The whole report was accurate except for the very last part - in truth, she did not escape. I had to report it this way because the vampire player said he was going to make her a vampire, beholden to him as her sire, and then use her somehow as a pawn/spy/saboteur. I did plant clues, like the fact that she disappeared for some time and then reappeared unexpectedly, and every time I described her I dropped heavy clues. Examples include when I described Lord Guglielmo saving her by fighting the vampire duke: "Somehow, though no living witnesses can explain how it was so, he survived just long enough to save the duchess. Finally, as she fled into the hills, the vampire’s cold blade, a horribly curved butchery tool, carved him in twain." Notice how I basically report there was no living witnesses to this rather incredible event? Later Biagino expressed his surprise when she arrived at the city: "The Duchess Maria had been missing for nigh upon two months, and in the second month it had become generally presumed she must have been killed after her flight from the battle before outside her city of Ebino. Now it seemed that those few who had claimed she was hiding, waiting until it was safe to continue her journey, had been right." It only 'seemed' that way though - see?

When Biagino later met her, begging for her assistance in raising the Viadazan Crusade: "... hers was a cold civility. She addressed them correctly, listened politely, little else. She offered them the bare minimum of respect required, as if listening to them was simply a duty of her office. At first Biagino had thought it was a distracted state of mind born of her dreadful loss, the trials and tribulations of her flight. As time went by, however, he changed his mind. Her haughty manner, her aloofness, were deep-rooted, not merely an affectation to hide a traumatised state of mind." He was making wrong assumptions - she was like this because she was a vampire. In a later piece, telling of the Viadazan Crusaders gathering for a blessing, Biagino describes a recent nightmare featuring the duchess: " ... In the dream he was once again petitioning the duchess, though this time her demeanour was somewhat disturbing. She scrutinised him with cold malice in her eyes, every trace of the gentle respect born of her nobility gone. When he spoke, she smirked cruelly. When he pleaded, she laughed mockingly. Lord Adolfo sat gazing at her all the while, quite ignoring Biagino. It was obvious he wanted her, perhaps as a wife, perhaps merely to satisfy his base lusts? ... [Here in the dream Adolfo turns into an orc - he is reputed to have orcen blood in his family line, which incidentally why when he became a vampire I made him a 'Strigoi' in terms of rules and stats - a bestial form of vampire seemed perfect for someone orc-tainted blood.] .... "Then, when Biagino’s words finally dried up, just like they had in the waking world meeting, the duchess did not thank him for his concern and dismiss him politely – as she had done in the real meeting - instead she launched into a tirade of abuse, listing his sins (both old and recent), his many faults and frequent mistakes, even his most private failings, to show that he was unworthy, too sinful to serve a god, too weak to command men, to foolish to survive the onslaught of Miragliano. As her voice turned into a shriek, unpleasantly counter-pointed by Lord Adolfo’s grunts and groans, Biagino had fallen from the dream to arrive sweating and shivering in his bed." Morr, the god of dreams, kept trying to reveal truths to Biagino (as I toyed with revealing them to the players.)

Anyhow, later the Duke died in battle (Prologue of which starts here viewtopic.php?p=37636#p37636). The Viadazan peasant crusaders were miraculously victorious. (Not a little bit due to a series of very lucky dice rolls in the battle.) BUT as they fought, little did they know that the city they were fighting for was being captured by the recently turned vampire duchess and her newly turned vampire thrall Lord Adolfo, who had poisoned Adolfo's own troops to make them undead, and summoned more undead from graveyards etc. All the necessary necromancy was made much easier by the significant absence of nearly every priest of Morr (who were with the peasant crusaders of course.)

So the vampire player said he would keep it in the family and become the vampire duchess, not Adolfo, not Hackspitt, nor anyone else. This meant he now commanded a much smaller realm and army (Viadaza instead of Miragliano) and couldn't simply order the other vampires made by the duke, for they were in terms of the gift of vampirism, not the vampire duchess's to command. The undead advance southwards now stalled for some considerable time as the vampire duchess went north and defeated the other vampires by treachery. She tricked them into meeting for a parley and then launched an attack (I did warn the player if she lost the fight then it would knock him back even further in campaign power, but he went for it anyway). We fought a secret little 4 model skirmish on a bridge - her and Adolfo versus Theobald Hackspitt and another vampire hero he had sired.) She won, and then spent a while securing Miragliano and her own possession (when alive) Ebino. Little mention of this is in the reports because it's not the sort of thing that living Tileans would find out!

If the player had chosen to be Adolfo, he would have been effectively in the same situation, although would have to deal with being under the spell of the NC duchess. If he had become Theobald then he would still have a reduced/damaged army, plus being in retreat, plus having vampires as enemies too. There would have been 'consequences' whoever he chose. (Note: In terms of gameplay, consequences that are reflected on the tabletop would be stuff like having to roll on the character injury chart. We have recovery rules for fallen characters (not overkilled ones though, they are very definitely dead, and this includes if a cannonball does more wounds than a character has left). If they survive, they have to roll on an injury chart - results can be permanent, and can include becoming a prisoner. We don't seem to use the chart much though, as characters seem to be very obviously dead. We even have rules for trying to capture an enemy character rather than kill him - although I can't recall the last time that was tried.

So you can see it can be complicated. There can also be a LOT going on that is only hinted at in the reports and stories. And the stories can even be used to distract and/or give clues at one and same time!

You could contrast this with the player of Duke Guidobaldo Gondi of Pavona (he plays a great tyrant - his ideas are always as cruelly efficient as they are unexpected to me). His own RL son (aged about 9) was theoretically playing his game world son, Lord Polcario, yet even so, the player didn't want to risk his own character's life and sent his son up a ladder to fight a challenge against Prince Girenzo of Trantio (see viewtopic.php?p=44771#p44771). Young lord Polcario died. His RL son was sad! And boy did we feel guilty. Cue the Duke's player saying: "I have another son, you know!" The boy now technically plays Lord Silvano, his youngest son, although the real world lad in question still thinks we adults are playing the slowest and most boring game ever invented by man.

Other players don't even send their character into battle - if they're not on the tabletop they're a LOT less likely to die!

Short answer to your other question: Players equip their characters according to their army books or campaign composition lists. Some do it with roleplaying in mind too.

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 2:02 pm
by ardyer
I just noticed this, how are you hiding the bases?

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 4:00 pm
by Orjetax
I greatly enjoy these glimpses behind the curtain.

I hope your gaming pals know how lucky they are to have a Padre. The scope and intricacy of this campaign is impressive.

Also, as a parent, I'm much amused by the anecdote of the young Lord Polcario.

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Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 7:31 pm
by Padre
Thanks Orjetax.

@ Ardyer: Main base-hiding technique, and by far the easiest, is flock (by the tub) sprinkled then brushed up to conceal the black base edges. I have no 'before' photos as I always delete them from my camera saving only the finished photo. It's a faff to do, so I tend to position the figures and scenery, check the photos are gonna work (ish) then I do the flocking before taking the finished photo. Sometimes I cleasn up with MS Paint. I used a clothes brush to sweep the flock back into the tub (over the edge of the table). I wish I'd thought of this technique years ago, or even before I commenced this campaign, but it only occurred to me relatively recently. I never used to mind seeing the bases, but once you've begun concealing them it's hard to go back!

I've been terrified for months now that flock will go out of fashion and I won't be able to get any more!

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:14 pm
by Gallivantes
Padre wrote:
I've been terrified for months now that flock will go out of fashion and I won't be able to get any more!

For real? Or a joke lost in translation on me? :) I think you can sleep safely at night, I'd say it's here to stay. The railroad modellers have been using it for decades and it's probably not going away anytime soon.

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 9:09 pm
by Padre
Sorry, Gallivantes. That was indeed what passes as a silly joke in my head. I should use more smilies.

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 10:21 pm
by Gallivantes
Haha cool... or me being slow on the uptake. It's the curse of text-based communication :)

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 1:39 pm
by ardyer
@padre I wondered if that's what you were doing but I couldn't fathom that you'd go through all that labor!

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Sat May 13, 2017 2:59 pm
by Shaun
Padre ... kudos on this thread - it has kept me entertained for quite some time as i read through it and it has also taught me several new words ... it is good to see love for the warhammer world being expressed and i shall attempt to do something similair and post it here - so that you and others can enjoy it ... although i am just now in planning stages and it shall take much time to get started ... since GW ditched WFBG it is grand to read a Warhammer Fantasy Battle Report again ... kudos Padre

Re: Tilea IC2401 (Campaign#8)

PostPosted: Sun May 21, 2017 8:08 pm
by Padre
Thanks Shaun. I have to admit, I really enjoy putting archaic or unusual words in, and using tricks like onomatopoeia and illteration etc.

Here's the next piece, prequel to a very large battle.

The Battle of the Via Diocleta: Prequel

Duke Scaringella and his Reman army marched in the van, as was proper now they were moving through their own territory. The whole force, Pavonans included, was comprised mostly of foot soldiers, along with baggage and a large artillery train, which one might presume would critically limit their speed, ruining their chances of successfully catching the brute foe ahead. This was not so, however, as both armies were pushing themselves hard – the Pavonans keen to exact revenge for the multitude of insults done to them and theirs by Razger Boulderguts’ ogres, and the Remans desperate to ensure their own realm would not suffer a similar fate. Every effort had been made to ensure a good pace, including assigning the Pavonan’s large pistolier regiment to assist the artillery’s passage in every way they could. Although their poor horses would doubtless be in no fit state to fight when it came to battle, the brute foe would be subjected to battery by a storm of iron round-shot rather than the paltry peppering of leaden pistol balls.

Towards the rear of the Reman column rode the newly elected arch-lector of Morr, Bernado Ugolini. He was accompanied by several servants, a handful of guards and clergy, including his Estalian secretary Duarte, followed by a cart carrying his personal baggage and a small body of Reman militiamen who had recently become noticeably more conscientious in their duties, now that they were accompanying not merely the Lector of Viadaza, but rather the holy father of the whole Church of Morr.


The Reman cross-keyed standard was carried before Bernado, while off to his side marched a column of iron-clad dwarfen mercenaries who also sported the crossed keys, painted on their shields. They had served in the miscellaneously mercenary Reman army for more than a decade, along with regiments of Cathayans, Empire soldiers and even some elves.

In truth, Bernado would much prefer to be riding northwards directly to Remas, not chasing ogres to the south. The city and the holy church of Morr were in turmoil, since before his election to the arch-lectorship, and even more-so now. As the church’s chosen ruler, he should be there to guide his flock, heal the divisions tearing the Morrite clergy apart and ensure Morr’s protective presence. Duarte and his all his other advisers agreed, however, that the situation was now so bad there was little he could do without an army to back him, which meant travelling wherever the Reman Captain General, Duke Scaringella and his army went. When he finally returned, not only did he need to be with them, but also to be one of them.

While the arch-lector Calictus II had died at Ebino fighting against the vampire duchess, Duke Scaringella had been leading a small army eastwards to join with Pavonan forces and defeat Razger Boulderguts’ double army of ogres before they reached Remas. At the ruinous city of Astiano the duke had rendezvoused with the joint force of Remans and Pavonans sent away from the ‘Holy Army’ by the arch-lector a little while before his disastrous defeat. (This was the force Bernado had himself commanded as it marched south.) Then, knowing he still had insufficient forces to fight the ogres, the duke had waited, allowing Boulderguts’ army to swing around the north of the city, travelling east to west. He was gambling that as the ogres had already razed Astiano they would have little interest in doing battle there again, this time with no prospect of plunder, whilst praying that the main Pavonan army would reach him in time before the ogres tore Remas apart.


It was a big risk, which nearly every one of the duke’s officers advised against (even if they could not agree what alternative action should be taken). His inactivity meant the very force he had been sent to stop had got between him and what he was meant to be protecting! Luckily, just as news came that the town of Stiani had already been razed to the ground, and it looked like the entire realm might soon be destroyed, Duke Guidobaldo Gondi arrived at the head of the main Pavonan army. It was a force bigger than Scaringella’s, made bigger still when the Pavonans who had come south from Viadaza rejoined their comrades. Several days later the duke’s only surviving son, Lord Silvano, one of the very few who had escaped the terrible defeat at Ebino, also arrived to be reunited with his father.

Then, in an even more welcome (and entirely unexpected) development, the army’s scouts reported that for reasons known only to the ogres, the tyrant Razger Boulderguts and his mercenary ally Mangler had turned southwards rather than striking towards Remas, where the real wealth lay. Had they overestimated the forces defending Remas’ mighty walls? Were they making for the coast and some awaiting ships? Was the sudden change of direction part of a secret agreement with the vampire duchess? Or were they merely taking a detour? Whatever the reason, the allied army now had a chance to do battle with the ogres before they wreaked any further destruction upon the realm.

Other than the clattering of their layers of steel armour, the dwarfs marched in silence. They were armed with strangely short spears, of a sort that could be used as a blade like a short sword, but were better at thrusting out between the interlocked iron of a shield-wall. The dwarfs had become a common sight on the streets of Remas, and since their incorporation into the city’s standing army, the dwarfen quarter had swelled considerably in size. There had been mutterings in the army that the dwarfs were surely not happy to be allied with a Pavonan army, what with Duke Guidobaldo’s expulsion of every dwarf in his realm two years ago. The dwarfs themselves, however, had apparently said nothing concerning the matter to anyone else. Bernado suspected that rather than anger, it was mirth they were concealing – being secretly satisfied at the Pavonan soldiery’s discomfort. If the Pavonans disliked merely camping and marching beside dwarfs, then what did they make of the prospect of relying on them in battle? Perhaps the dwarfs intended to shame the Pavonans with their sturdy prowess and hardy discipline upon the field of battle?


It was late in the afternoon, which on any other march would mean the army should be halting soon. Not this army though. If the last four days were anything to go by, they would march until it grew properly dark. Ogre legs were longer than those of men.

Despite being distracted by the discomfort of riding a mule (the traditional mount for a lector), and worrying about the forthcoming battle, Bernado had been attempting to think clearly about the situation in Remas, to decide what his best course of action would be. He had learned of his election only two days ago, the news being delivered by a lowly, but respected and trusted priest named Benvenuto, who had killed his horse in his haste to bring the news. Benvenuto also described the recent violent events in the city. Since then, due to the consequences of the civil unrest, the speed of the march and the fact that the army of ogres ahead were burning a path through the realm, killing (and eating) just about everyone they encountered, he had learned nothing more. Still, what he already knew was enough to fill him with concerns.

“Brother Duarte,” he asked the young cleric riding beside him. “Do you think Father Carradalio will harm the overlord?”


As usual, Duarte did not answer immediately. He was a careful, disciplined thinker, of a philosophical bent, and not one to rush to answer even when asked by the arch-lector himself.

“It seems to me most likely, your Holiness, that Father Carradalio was furious at not being elected, especially when he had already acted as if he were arch-lector. He’d played his hand in seizing the city, blood had flowed in every street. Without the legitimization of election, he is no more than a heretical revolutionary, and his Disciplinati become wild rebels overthrowing the rightful order instead of the city’s saviours. Until the election, all had gone well for him, the result of his planning and preparation. Now, however, he has been forced to think on his feet, to act more rashly. He has gone so far it is too late to retreat, and this makes him desperate. If he could have taken you hostage, your Holiness, then I think he would have done so. Instead he took Overlord Matuzzi, the next best thing. Perhaps even better? But I do not think he would harm the overlord, not now his fury has had time to abate. He needs Lord Matuzzi. He needs his authority, so that he can rule the realm by decree as well as by force and fear. That will make him harder to displace.”


Bernado had already been thinking along similar lines. Overlord Matuzzi had handed over the reins of secular power to Calictus II, Bernado’s predecessor, making him ruler of both church and state. Until the election, the big debate had been whether or not the new arch-lector would automatically inherit that secular authority. Now, however, a third player had entered game.

“No doubt,” asked Bernado, “Carradalio intends to persuade the overlord to yield authority to him?”


“I believe so, your Holiness. He already has the city. He already has nearly all the lower clergy. The people’s fear of the vampires in the north means he most likely has the citizens’ hopes also. With the overlord’s authority, he will have no need of the arch-lectorship.”

“He would have me become a ceremonial puppet while he wields all the real power,” said Bernado.

Although perhaps, he thought to himself, a demagogue like Carradalio and his fanatical Disciplinati were exactly what Remas needs? He had seen so many flee from the undead at Pontremola, and knew full well the final victory had been because of General D’Alessio’s bravery and skill alone. Yet only last night he had heard young Lord Silvano telling of the battle at Ebino - how the flagellants had plunged deep into the enemy’s line and died fighting to the last despite the many monstrous horrors in the duchess’s army, and regardless of the everyone else’s flight. What could a whole army of fanatics do? Perhaps such warriors were Tilea’s only real chance against the vampires? He missed the council of Father Biagino, a man who had both the gift of prophecy and a mind sharp enough to avoid ill-thought or hasty assumptions. When he had asked Lord Silvano about Biagino’s fate in the battle at Ebino, the young noble simply said he never saw nor heard of the priest since that day, and so thought it most likely he perished amongst the multitude.

“Are you well, your Holiness?” asked Duarte, concerned at Bernado’s posture, his frown obscured by his hand clutching at his temples. The arch-lector had been so deep in thought he had not realised what he was doing.

“Yes, brother. Long days, that is all. Pray thee, we shall stop a moment.”

Durate gave the command, and those fore and aft of the arch-lector came to a halt.


The parallel column of dwarfs continued its march, while Bernado turned his mule to face the two priests on foot behind, and Brother Duarte followed suit.

“Father Benvenuto,” said the arch-lector. “Do you know why the lectors voted for me?”

“I would not presume to say, your holiness,” answered the priest. “Apart from to accept that whatever their reasons, it was ultimately Morr’s will that you become so.”

Benvenuto wore a grey, hooded cloak, and despite his sturdily built frame, leaned ponderously, bent-backed, upon a staff. The heavy, leather bags hanging at his waist were at least partially to blame, but he would not allow them to be put onto the cart. When the priest had reached in to withdraw the letters he was carrying, Bernado had seen weighty tomes inside, dark leather embossed with gold leaf. Holy books, or perhaps ledgers of some kind? Bernado assumed he would discover the truth should Father Benvenuto feel the need to employ them.


“Morr’s will, yes. And I pray I shall live up to his expectations,” said Bernado. “But still, presently we abide in the world of mortals and it is men I must measure, not the majesty of Morr. So, Father, if you had to hazard a guess, what would you say was their motive.”

“Fear, your holiness. They are afraid of Father Carradalio and his fanatics.”

“If so, then why choose me in particular?” said Bernado. “Surely there are several lectors in Remas just as capable of putting Carradalio in his place?”

“Maybe so my lord,” agreed the old priest. “But they also fear the vampires. You are the only one amongst them who has met the undead armies in battle. You guided the Viadazan crusaders to their victory at Pontremola …”

“Yet Viadaza, my own see, was lost that very same week,” interrupted Bernado. He felt no joy at the irony.

But Father Benvenuto had not finished. “And then, your holiness, you were by Calictus’s side when Viadaza was retaken and cleansed. You were part of not one but two great victories. In the first he vampire duke died, and in the second you chased Lord Adelfo from the city. The lectors want a proven soldier of Morr leading the church and Remas in the great fight, not an untried rabble rouser like Carradalio.”

“That may be so. Yet Viadaza has most likely fallen once more, this time for good, which would have made me the lector of nowhere.”


“By your leave, your holiness,” said Duarte. “The lectors may well have been counting on its fall. If Viadaza is lost, then there would be nothing to distract you from defending Remas. I have heard them whisper that Calictus erred in dividing our forces, then marching north himself with only a small portion of our full strength, there to be defeated. When he finally fought, half his army were Arabyan mercenaries who barely knew of Morr. They weren’t even under contract to Remas, and fled the field before the battle was decided. Now Stiani has burned because Captain-General Duke Scaringella was left with far too small an army to stop the ogres.”

“If I might speak, your holiness?” asked Brother Marsilio, the grey robed monk who had accompanied Father Benvenuto from Remas. “The lectors knew you were with the captain general. Once the brute’s double army is defeated, then both you and he will be returning victorious with an army. How could Carradalio’s screeching sermons compete with the commands of Morr’s anointed pontiff? How could his crazed followers stand against a real army?”


Ah, thought Bernado, but what sort of army will we return with? If we are badly mauled in this coming battle, only the battered rump of an army might remain. And even if sufficient force survived to contend with the Disciplinati’s fanatics, would Duke Scaringella do the right thing and restore the proper order?

When he spoke again, he hid all sign of these doubts from his voice. “After you delivered your news to me, Father Benvenuto, you spoke at length with our Captain General, yes?”

“I did, your holiness,” the priest answered.

“I take it he questioned you concerning Remas?” inquired Bernado.

“At length, your holiness. And kept me there when he spoke to his officers, that I might answer whatever else he and they thought to ask. I was given to understand that I must not speak of what I had heard.”

Although Bernado had seen the Captain General since that meeting, when both Scaringella and Duke Guidobaldo came to receive his official blessing (as their new arch-lector), he had not yet had the opportunity to speak with Scaringella privately. He doubted the general would want to discuss the precarious state of Reman affairs in the Pavonans’ presence, especially in light of the unexplained delay – lasting the best part of a day - which occurred the previous week.

During that day, as they waited for the Pavonans, Scaringella had confided to Bernado his suspicion that Duke Guidobaldo did not actually intend to fight the ogres and was considering some other action instead. Perhaps the captain general had the measure of Duke Guidobaldo of Pavona? Yet he also admitted he could not fathom why Guidobaldo would consider allowing those who had injured him so badly to escape. Fearing his dangerous gamble had failed, Scaringella had knelt to pray with Bernado for Remas, pleading with Morr not to allow it to suffer at the hands of brutes when the most holy work of destroying the vampires was yet to be done. That evening, however, Duke Guidobaldo called a council of war, giving no explanation for the delay, and declared that they would pursue the enemy immediately as if nothing strange had happened.

Although Duke Scaringella accepted Guidobaldo had the larger force and so was due the precedence, he was neither asked nor offered to swear obedience to Duke Guidobaldo, being himself was of equal noble rank and a captain-general (which suited him well in light of his distrust). Instead, he simply offered to fight at Duke Guidobaldo’s side, promising to cooperate fully upon the field of battle, doing his utmost to contribute to victory. The matter of dividing the spoils was not discussed for the chase was on and there was no (more) time to waste. Most of the soldiers seemed to presume that as most of the plunder came from Pavonan settlements, then the Pavonans would expect the lion’s share.

Considering Duke Scaringella’s religiosity and apparent acceptance of spiritual authority, Bernado had every reason to think Scaringella’s command concerning Father Benvenuto’s silence was more to prevent the Pavonans learning of his concerns. In light of this, he made the Morrite sign, and spoke,

“I hereby absolve you of any promise you made to keep silent. As your pontiff, I command that you answer me.”

Father Benvenuto nodded his acceptance.

“Did Lord Scaringella voice his opinion concerning Father Carradalio and his dedicants?” Bernado asked.

“He spoke of little else, your holiness, and was in quite a dilemma. He must defend Remas, of course, either by destroying the ogres or chasing them away. His victory must be glorious, so he can return to Remas as a hero, winning the citizens’ favour. He must earn a good portion of the loot so that he can feed and pay the army; and he must prove to be so effective on the field of battle that the Pavonan duke is grateful, becoming an important ally during the struggle ahead. Yet he must do all these things without suffering crippling losses, for he will need the army to put the Disciplinati di Morr back in their place upon your return to Remas.”


“More than that,” Duarte added, “we need the army to fight the vampires.”

Ogres, fanatics and the undead, thought Bernado. Not one but three wars to be fought!

“Brethren,” he said, “let us contend with one thing at a time. Tonight, we shall pray for victory against the brutes.”

To see the Battle Report click on viewtopic.php?p=85926#p85926