*Lyte stops at Norwick as Jiyyd burns*
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*An obvously emotionally torn and tired General Lyte is seen to appear in Norwick briefly, some days after most everyone else in the lands apparently wrote off Jiyyd as a lost cause and hoofed it to Norwick. She looks dented and burned and smoke wafts still from her armor, the scent of burning wood and a lost peoples dreams still hanging all about her.
She bows her head in thanks to those who followed her lead, those that made a hard, resolved, fighting retreat, unbelievably destroying a half dozen or more titanic armature war machines, along with unknown numbers of N'Jast mages and heavy cavalry.
She expresses her greatfulness and admiration to Glognar Troff, as valiant a fighter as she has met, and to Ronan who fought the hard fight speeding back and forth where he was needed, to the noble rock, Raryldor, who was often hard pressed trying to keep Lyte alive. She expresses her thanks to Elyl, who always seemed to be there where he was needed, and to her Legion faithful, Benji and Rhyndar, who kept stout hearts and fought like demons against incredible odds.
((And to anyone else she missed, who actually fought that tortured, outnumbered, long, long push back through the flaming town and western fields of poor falling Jiyyd.))
When others congratulate her for holding and making the enemy suffer, she states she failed at her job to convince others to stay and fight, and she claims that the military facts of the matter were, that at least part of the town could well be held yet, since so few defenders destroyed utterly the elite weapons of the enemy in a days span. She forecfully asserts that the N'Jast army could have very well quit the field, and went around the town, if only others had had the resolve to stand and fight, and make them pay for each inch of ground.
Lyte points out that once the crossroads is taken, the remaining communties of Norwick and the Camp and Oscura, and Peltarch itself, are not longer fighting with an advantage that they had while Jiyyd was intact.
Even a schoolchild with a map can see starvation, and disintegration into fighting seperately and without unity, is all that is left once Jiyyd is taken and these evil murderers occupy the crossroads.
And yet, while Jiyyd's defenders defeated the so called "unstoppable" armatures, falling back only for lack of support….armed and capable people sat around Norwick on their hands, claiming doom while victory was yet attainable.
She regrets her lacked of skill at inspiring confidence enough to realize numbers needed to hold on, and says no more of the matter to the many healthy warriors and adventurers standing around in Norwick.
When someone in the leadership of Norwick expresses the notion that Norwick is now "neutral" and will not attack any N'jast troops, the bloodied General indicates that she will not be living in this place, so Norwick need not worry about being immediately attacked acting against mighty N'Jast.
"The enslavement can come later for Norwick, if they try and stay out of this," she is rumored to have said.
When the same Norwick leader tries to be consoling, perhaps clumsily suggesting Norwick will not turn Jiyydians over to N'Jast, her right hand twitches, and she is rumored to have answered flatly, "That would be wise."
She is seen about town humbly apologizing to several ex-Jiyyd civilians, when she encounters them in Norwick, for failing to keep them safe. She takes full responsibility for the loss of their little town to them, and tears are shed with families she has known for many decades.
She openly spreads news that someone looking like and claiming to be the Paladin Kara unaccountably seems to be leading this army, the same army that murdered a great many unarmed, evacuating women and children as they attacked their escorts, before Jiyyd even gave it's answer to N'Jast. She adds that a Ostromog bugbear sneak joined in this attack on the innocents of Jiyyd, as they reached the safety of the hold.
She seems at a loss to explain such seeming insanity.
She is seen to walk off north, alone, perhaps to the Gypsy Camp, or Peltarch.*
