...This is definitely not the way this memory was supposed to go.
[Lysithea stares, somewhat dumbfounded, at this... creature who has momentarily allied itself with her. Considering them a child seems wholly inappropriate. She is not sure, at this moment, if they are actually a human being at all. Given the track record of such things in Deerington and Trench, she is inclined to think not.
Still, they are on her side. Probably.
To reflect this... alteration, the memory seems to flash momentarily sepia as distortions flicker through the air like static. But reality is malleable. One way or another, the outcome of this battle would still be the same. It resumes with a skip - the mage battalion lies dead, true, but behind Lysithea, half of her troops are similarly felled.
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[Lysithea stares, somewhat dumbfounded, at this... creature who has momentarily allied itself with her. Considering them a child seems wholly inappropriate. She is not sure, at this moment, if they are actually a human being at all. Given the track record of such things in Deerington and Trench, she is inclined to think not.
Still, they are on her side. Probably.
To reflect this... alteration, the memory seems to flash momentarily sepia as distortions flicker through the air like static. But reality is malleable. One way or another, the outcome of this battle would still be the same. It resumes with a skip - the mage battalion lies dead, true, but behind Lysithea, half of her troops are similarly felled.
They've simply skipped ahead a bit.]
Yes - our path forward is now clear.
Come with me. We're going to take a ballista.