Urog was frantic. “We need to take out those war machines as they come down. I can have 20 tribals focus their tor’or attacks on them, but if they drop poison from the sky, we’ll need der’or to help push the wind out. I only have one Earther item that heals, but only light wounds. So we’re useless with that. There’s an Earther in Simonsberg who can heal, but I’m not bringing her out here. That’s where I’ll need the most help.”
He panted, not liking the death trap he and his olgog were in. Gul’als spiritual absence bothered him. He didn’t even want to be here… he preferred Drewsport as a target.
“So we’ll have to dry off their tla sources. I have gog who can do that, and if we do so in the evening, we can make it happen faster. Even if their machines can see us in the night, we’ll be too busy jumping through shadows that they won’t be able to see us. No tla, no survival. We can summon swarms to distract sharpshooters, or summon other creatures to do our bidding. In the meantime, we must make the roads completely impassable. We’ll summon Hoblal spirits to destroy the roads, grow vines, make muddy. Anything to prevent them from using the ground to receive supplies. If we can keep our Der’or users alive, they can use their skills to prevent the bombs from falling near us. The final step would be to create cover to hide behind, but I don’t know how to do that.”