Warding Shadows, Gilded Blades
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 so 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, 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 the eves 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 Lemons. 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.
There are none to be found. Instead, the next sign of the foe comes from the Praetorians already infiltrating the Red Keep. Having pierced the defenses as far as the Iron throne, they found themselves confronted with a foe whose nature might be darkly ironic were they not so deadly.
"
Gold Golems, it has to be," Lya says firmly as she listens to the account of Praetorians being burned by acid, seared by lightning, and poisoned by noxious fumes, and especially one who had the misfortune of being petrified and later crushed by a falling column. And it was golems, at least three of them, maybe more supported by Golden Shields who were healing them and empowering them.
Why protect the throne of all things? Granted you have some plans for that pile of swords, but more for the symbolism than any intrinsic worth. You shake off the thought. It hardly matters why they are doing it, only that your Praetorians are dying against foes who are yet beyond their strength. They had been called to serve against mighty foes, it is true, but there are those which they are not meant to face alone.
You picture the throne room in your mind's eye, the brooding presence of the throne lurking at the end of the hall when you had last seen when your father sat upon it.
You are ready.
[] Write in plan to aid the Praetorians
OOC: Not entirely happy with this update. I thought about doing a Praetorian interlude, but it just would not flow properly, between having to establish characterization and present the action something would have suffered or I would have had to break it up and It would have just dragged the narrative tension down in the middle of literal explosions and mage fights.