I | Poised to Strike
It had all come down to this; everything which had come before was preamble. And now, standing at the vanguard of an army numbering in the thousands, Valdus was ready. In a sense, he had the ferryman’s raven to thank for it: the creature had led them on a jolly good goose chase to the end of Cuniculum Amoris, but they had used that detour to extract conscripts from every village, town and city along the way. And while the quality of recruits was not always what he would have liked, their numbers alone would prove valuable beyond measure; for the Revolution would not be won by the tip of the spear alone—that is, his original army—but also by a sturdy shaft with which to drive it. And now that he had that, he knew the Revolution might yet prevail.
Even now he found the
