Not Again

The sudden blizzard and loss of their torches paralyzed much of Nyrielle's army. While they looked impressive on the march, and many of them were impressive warriors as individuals or small groups, too little time had passed to weld them together into a truly cohesive force. 

Wagon drivers and horse handlers fought to calm their panicked beasts, and hundreds of ordinary people hunkered down where they stood or sheltered inside the nearest wagon or cart to wait out the sudden storm or to receive instructions from someone who knew what was going on. Those at the back of the long, winding caravan hadn't heard anything at all since the Seneschal's formal greeting cut off halfway mere moments before the storm descended on them.