Shadows and Sorcery
Thirtieth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Part of you, and it is a small part indeed, can almost congratulate the Lannisters on their tactic. The use of alchemical explosives is one of the better tactics one could use when a single hard point faces a superior army.
What had they used for a detonator? The thought is only the faintest ripple upon your mind as you will yourself, Dany and Lya upwards that the high perch might reveal all the places where your legionnaires are in peril.
"Alchemical mines," you explain. With a wave of your hand you craft an illusory light to mark the places in the frozen world, the men and women in peril and not even knowing it.
Sheets of living shadow arise from the lights and wrap around those imperiled like strange cocoons, then spin out into funnels to channel the force of the explosion upwards.
Fire flashes and stone shatters as the peaceful street becomes a scene of chaos filled with shouts and struggles as many of them understandably reason that the shadow and the fire must be part of the same attack. Many are wounded, scorched by flames through the gaps in their armor or pummeled by flying stones, but most struggle to rise or call out to their squad mates for aid. To your relief none are dead from the attack.
"Loose formation!" you call out, quickly explaining what had gone on. The order goes out to the Dauntless, and from there by brazier to the rest of the Legion. A few moments later the three of you call forth creatures of jagged stone that tower over even roofs of nearby houses, not to fight but to search where the hand and eye of man cannot easily reach.
The news that filters back from the Dauntless turns the moment a touch sourer in your mouth. Bombs had also been triggered east of here on the Street of Looms. Though it had not been mined to anything like the same extent the walls of several houses collapsed, crushing several citizens alongside a trio of passing legionnaires.
As the first drops of rain began to fall from the Dauntless' conjured clouds the fires were thankfully already under control thanks to the actions of a quick-thinking mage with a head for more than battle. As the great ship shifts in the sky like some titanic silver whale to direct as many of its weapons as it can on the Red Keep, the Harbinger sweeps upon great spellsteel wings alongside its lesser kin to seek out unseen foes above to match the perils below.
"How are things in the Keep?" Dany asks urgently. "Are there more of those things inside? They could just..."
As though summoned by her words two more explosions resound from inside Maegor's Holdfast. Brienne looks on with worry and the High Setpon is unreadable, but Lya is as calm as you have ever seen her. "That is just normal fire. It's not going to do much to peatori, the colapsing masonry might but they have healing and elemental gems to help them dig through any sort of block. Honestly I'm more worried about the keep. There is blood magic in the foundations, but it is poorly set by clumsy hands and blind eyes. All the killing might stir vengeful spirits or darker things..."
As was usually the case when Lya muses upon matters arcane she was right, though not quite in the way she had expected.
OOC: Edits done