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The Sacking of Bruma

Recorded for posterity by Lewin Frey

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The Campaign Which Started Emperor Orpheon's Reign,
Recorded for posterity by Lewin Frey

Rain's Hand
The season lived up to its name and reputation. Constant storms and bitter winds turned the ground to muck, which clogged the wheels of Malthoras's beloved siege engines. Morale faltered and ration supplies dipped low. The leagues between Cropsford and Bruma stretched on interminably. Still, in the darkness between lightning flashes and dawn, Orpheon the Tactician's silhouette guided us.

The only members of our army who avoided the muck and chill were the gryphon tamer and her charges. By Orpheon's special permission, they acted as scouts and hunters. So, we marched on. Hands cracked from pushing the siege weapons through mud so cold it froze to our boots and eating what remained of rabbits and deer. Noriwen's gryphons hunted prolifically but sampled every kill and this too lowered morale. Still, every time we made camp, Orpheon sat farthest from the fires giving the precious heat to those who needed it more. His days on the march were spent with Imperials from Bruma, learning all he could of the town and its defenses. By the time we marched along the Niben River, Orpheon's strategy unfurled.

Strategy and tactics win the battle, but they do not make it any less arduous. We camped outside Bruma and lay siege to its walls. Malthoras's weapons, which caused us so much trouble in the mire of the season, did not abate. They required ammunition, maintenance, and positioning. Orpheon did not dictate expressly where they needed to be placed, leaving that to Malthoras's expert opinion. For this is another quality of the true emperor which inspires loyalty. For a fortnight, we besieged the walls and brought them low.

Then, when others would press their advantage and rush in, Orpheon ordered us to wait. For another few days we kept the siege from afar. Noriwen and her gryphon scouts kept out of range and reported back on what occurred within. When the first of the flags appeared asking for a parley, that's when Orpheon sent in the Flamedancer. It was the first clear day all season when she walked slowly to the ruined walls and stepped out of view. At first, nothing happened. We waited in the midday sun and kept a wary eye on Bruma. Then, as rumors of Ajim-Rei's demise and failure floated up from the infantry, so too did shouts of alarm.

There was smoke. Then flames. Then a shadowy figure walking the road out of Bruma alone.

This was Orpheon's design. A total victory that none could oppose. A show of strength greater than any seen in a campaign before. Our camp stayed outside the ruins of the once bustling city while it burned. Ajim-Rei never returned to restart the fires—there was no need.