Vulfrym chuckled, “I received an urgent message from EEF high command ordering me not to use anything the olgog tribes couldn’t meet or supersede. The EEF fears if I use one of my warships in orbit or over the horizon missiles to destroy the threat the United Tribes of Refuge would decide they needed to take their flying brick into orbit as mutually assured destruction in case the next orbital strike is against their homes. Their orbital boulder would nullify the treaty with the Iron Republic and start a war that would leave billions dead.”
He looked at the map for a moment, “As for artillery, my artillery is all in Tarris. The general in charge of Dunesphere’s artillery sarcastically promised me I would have as much of his artillery as I wanted. Which is why I have pulled my troops into the city, the only thing more accurate than enemy fire is friendly fire.”
“Don’t worry though I am sure the paladins and inquisitors outside of my command will get in our way and generally be useless. I am sure the cynics at the top of the Church of One are perfectly fine with losing a few thousand peasants and squires to the Quall if it allows them to indoctrinate and control the rest with hate.”
Vulfrym turned putting on a silver pendant with the Lion’s of Earth symbol on it, “Childeen, you’re getting soft. You have spent far too long behind a desk reading financial reports.”
