[Black Ice Wastes]


"Urgh. I hate teleportation sickness." Grumbled Brigadier Whitechapel as she walked with her scouts along the line investigating the orc threat, taking an offered spyglass as she tried to fend off another bout of nausia even her divine physique had trouble dealing with. "Orcs, trolls, goblins. Lots of goblins. I wonder who among them has the power to command such a host?"

"Meaning you would like whoever it is dealt with, Lady Whitechapel?" Whispered a cheerful voice into her ear, which revealed itself to be the short, seemingly cute-looking form of Adept Tarthe, the leader of the black-winged Valkyries attached to the expeditionary force. And notable for supplementing her rapier with a pair of quad-barreled flintlocks and bandoleers of ammunition, as well as the red runes tattooed into her face. "My talents only work up-close. But there is one among us with long-range skills and a new gun she is itching to try out."

"Use a gun, you draw the whole army down upon us with the noise." Dismissed Whitechapel. "And guns arn't accurate enough at range even with magic for that kind of thing. No, we need to handle this methodically. Orcs eat more than humans, giants eat for five times as many. Harry their foragers, coordinate with the scouts to hit their supply lines, but we must avoid direct action until we can set the time and place of it ourselves."

"Ah, just like seducing a tavern wench."

"Oh shut up."

Action: The Valkyries begin scouting the orc army while performing skirmishing raids. Objective is to harry supply lines and avoid direct combat for now.