The end of the ramp at the dirt road below seems to be a strategic location, its about 300 yards to the bottom of the hill and so you send a couple guards and some farmers down with the fuel and fertilizer, explaining carefully to them what you want. They roll some round bails of hay to the spot and begin construction. You're not sure you'll have enough time.
While preparations are under way, you take a moment to reflect. Your memories... as scattered as they are, seem to be coming back to you slowly. You recall being asked by Logan to accompany him into shadow to investigate some strange goings-on, but you can't seem to grasp the exact nature.
You remember seeing battles in shadow, representative of historical ones. You seem to recall recently holding a black-powder rifle and firing on advancing men... humans you're sure but where and why you're still unclear. And now you're in another shadow, fighting someone during what appears to be Earth's World War I, yet the creatures here are certainly not men.
The strange pillars you saw also seemed familiar... but who created them and what they are is still a mystery.
You close your eyes and reach into shadow carefully, cautiously. You locate your trumps but don't try to take them, instead you simply... listen... feel...
You realize you're in someone's coat pocket, you smell gunpowder and human sweat.
"Major, I want push the advance toward the monastery. Don't be afraid of the man, he's only one against your thousands, plus Commander Avery will be with you and he can take him. The rest of these archaic people haven't a chance against our weapons and tactics, we'll sweep this land clear of the Amberite presence and move on." A familiar voice says. You can't quite place it, but you know he is the one in possession of your trump and who was the first cause of your recent injuries.
"But Commander, what if he's not alone?" another voice asks.
"He is alone. We made sure of that as his companion is busy with our forces in shadow. Remember we want him alive, that man must again be our prisoner. He is the key to our reaching Amber and ending our slavery. Kill anyone else who stands in your way."
"We're planning a direct assault on the building, sir. Our forces are within a few miles."
"Excellent, I doubt he's had a chance to mount any defense. He may know we're coming..."
It is at this moment that you choose to take your trumps. Your mental blast staggers your opponent. He was caught completely unaware. You hear him scream and clutch his head. You take your trump from him as if they were sitting next to you and immediately the link is broken.
You stand, dazed... holding your trump deck. You can feel that it's complete, but before you can look through them you hear gunfire.
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Try to remember this Major whose voice is so familiar, and Commander Avery? Send someone to the marksmen and have them focus on the frontal assault, but be vigilant of other possible paths of attack. move toward the battle and show them what ONE man can do. However, prepare an escape path into shadow if need be, I will not be a prisoner again. Do I remember any of this? Deal with the battle first, but if time allows, attempt to let Logan know that he may have been baited. Check again, is there any way to cut off access to the monastery any more completely?
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