

Chapter 4: The Battle of Halani Tower

Written by @Blazinghand and edited by @swwu









Hoshfarn I

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Spoiler: Map

Spoiler: Rolls Hoshfarn Ironhand’s Strategy (Hard): 17 - 4 = 13

3d6 = 13, Success by 0.

Barxu II ​

Spoiler: Rolls Barxu the Brave’s Tactics (Moderate): 14

3d6 = 12, Success by 2.

Barxu the Brave’s Leadership (Easy): 16 + 4 = 20

3d6 = 12, Success by 8





??? Tactics (Hard): 13 - 4 = 9

3d6 = 11, Failure by 2

?? Leadership (Hard): 13 - 4 = 9

3d6 = 8, Success by 1



Tactics: Barxu wins by 4

Leadership: Barxu wins by 7

Spoiler: Rolls Barxu the Brave’s Strategy (Hard): 12 - 4 = 8

3d6 = 15, Failure by 7.

Ormgeir III ​

Spoiler: Rolls Danush Solanzin’s Arcane Lore (Hard): 17 - 4 = 13

3d6 = 13, Success by 0.

Spoiler: Rolls Kurush of Eruton’s Tactics (Moderate): 17

3d6 = 11, Success by 6

Ormgeir’s Melee (Hard): 20 - 4 = 16

3d6 = 12, Success by 4.

Spoiler: Rolls Ormgeir’s Diplomacy (Moderate): 14

3d6 = 9, Success by 5

Spoiler: Map







The left and center flanks are both in pitched battle with the rebels. The right flank has been destroyed, and the earthworks near it have been messed up pretty badly, as well. The rebels seem likely to try to press the attack by having their reinforcements move into the area that was formerly the right flank in order to flank the center column.



The castle is on the west bank of the Istrasius river. It can lower a drawbridge to connect it to the east bank (where Hoshfarn is)--otherwise, it's basically just a castle on the west bank of the river, as seen in this map. The castle can be accessed by passing through the left, center, or right of the battle, though it is most convenient to pass through the center to do so. Here's detailed zoom of what the battlefield looks like now, roughly. Bear in mind some of it isn't perfect due to the limitations imposed by hexes:The left and center flanks are both in pitched battle with the rebels. The right flank has been destroyed, and the earthworks near it have been messed up pretty badly, as well. The rebels seem likely to try to press the attack by having their reinforcements move into the area that was formerly the right flank in order to flank the center column.The castle is on the west bank of the Istrasius river. It can lower a drawbridge to connect it to the east bank (where Hoshfarn is)--otherwise, it's basically just a castle on the west bank of the river, as seen in this map. The castle can be accessed by passing through the left, center, or right of the battle, though it is most convenient to pass through the center to do so.

Hoshfarn frowned up at the heavens. His scarred visage might be enough to frighten women and children, but he could not wash away the clouds with his glower. The overcast sky had extended the night’s darkness a fair amount past dawn. At first, this had been helpful; riding was easy under the cover of fog and darkness. He and Ioseph had led these two thousand Silver Company mercenaries north of the Halani Tower and east across the Rijana ford, and now were approaching the enemy from an unexpected direction. They had made good time, and would soon be able to attack the half of Lord Bishop Varman’s rebel army east of the Istrasius river. Still, he’d have preferred to fight with a bright, rising sun at his back. In his decades of experience, he’d learned: an enemy with the sun in his eyes is an enemy more easily cowed.It still hurt that Queen Siwen had picked Kurush of Eruton’s plan over his own. Hoshfarn knew that by any reasonable metric, he was the most senior, most experienced, and most celebrated strategist on the council. He had served the Queen’s grandmother, Yasmana, through two wars and many minor struggles. His ability as a commander and a strategist were known throughout the realm. He had given a lifetime in service of the crown, and lost a hand at the Battle of Tenzu. For his sacrifices had been well rewarded--it was almost unheard of for a lowborn commoner like him to have so much power.Kurush was a clever man, Hoshfarn knew. He was not astrategist by any measure. In fact, Kurush often drew attention to overlooked details, or invented plans that seized the advantage in the most creative ways. Hoshfarn could respect that ingenuity, especially in a subordinate; a variety of ideas was healthy for a war council, as long as someone was clearly in charge. With no marshall appointed, that would normally be Queen Siwen. Due to her inexperience and youth, however, she often made mistakes and overruled Hoshfarn, as she did for this battle. A complete encirclement would have limited casualties and preserved their force better than this flank attempt. At least he was in charge of this group, and not Ioseph. That boy was clearly uncomfortable with a command role.The shouts of his men brought him back to the present. A Silver Company scout in leather-and-mail drew up alongside him, tabard still wet from the earlier crossing. He was young--not more than 15 years old--and had the look of a Minarian about him. Though the Silver Company was undoubtedly necessary in the war against the usurper, that so many foreign warriors were in Argonath was inauspicious nonetheless. The scout looked at Hoshfarn and Ioseph, unsure which commander to address.“Report,” ordered Hoshfarn.“The enemy encampment has just come into sight, but something seems off about it. Not as much movement as we’d expect, my lord. They surely know we are almost upon them now, but they are not organizing for battle behind their fieldworks. They remain encamped, my lord.”“I’m not anyone’s lord, boy,” he snapped. The boy quailed at his words. “Pull yourself together, I don’t mean anything by it. Come on, let’s go take a look.“The boy nodded dumbly. Hoshfarn spurred his horse from a walk to a trot, nodding to his men as he passed them. Foreigners some of them might be, but the Silver Company men were men like any other and so benefited from a few choice words and gestures from a commander. He saw Aveirian men amongst the mercenaries as well, though they made up only a small minority of the force. He’d once considered such a life for himself, as a younger man, before he’d ever had a command of his own. A skilled man-at-arms could find fortune as a mercenary, if he didn’t find the point of a spear in his gut first.Arriving at the front of the column, Hoshfarn peered out at the fieldworks and the camp barely visible behind them. The scout was right; the earthworks and the clearing behind weren’t assembled with men as one might expect. The camp itself had torches and cookfires, and some men could be made out between the tents, but there was no assembled army anywhere to be seen. Even with the rising sun at his back obscured by clouds, there was still enough light to make out the field ahead; Lord Bishop Karian Varman’s soldiers were not mustering for battle.“No… it can’t be,” he muttered to himself. As his eyes flitted from place to place in the camp and the fieldworks, the evidence began to pile higher and higher. The fires, the tents, the soldiers moving between them, they all didn’t fit. Varman was clever, and a fairly capable strategist. He would know the royal army was coming for him. The berms, trenches, and pits dug in front of the camp showed this, even discounting Hoshfarn’s personal experience with the man. If the rebel camp wasn’t ready for battle, that could only be because there was no camp to begin with. The cookfires and the torches, enough for two thousand men, were surely decoys. There was likely only a token force of soldiers in the camp; the rest would have crossed the Istrasius in the night, to face the bulk of the royal army with their combined strength.“May the gods preserve us,” he said, before turning to the men he was leading. He needed to get his men back with the main army as soon as possible; they couldn’t afford to wait the hours needed to travel upriver to the Rijana ford and back. Though the royal army west of the river still outnumbered the rebels three to two, those odds were too even for his liking. Varman likely had another trick up his sleeve; Queen Yasmana’s granddaughter would need the full might of her army to ensure a victory. Despite the many victories he brought the previous queen, Hoshfarn would go down in victory as a fool and a coward if he failed Queen Siwen here.A lesser man might feel nervous under the pressure and bound by such duty, but never Hoshfarn. To see a challenge was to face it directly; hiding was for cowards and fools. Taking a deep breath, he bellowed, “First column, advance!” before kicking his horse to a trot once more.“What are we doing?” asked Ioseph, riding next to Hoshfarn. A tone of panic raced through his voice as he peered at the fortifications ahead. “Where is the enemy?”“They crossed the river, lad,” said Hoshfarn. “Fucking Varman must have crossed the river somehow. Either the Order let him through, he crossed the river at a smaller ford, or he crossed using boats and temporary bridges. Either way, we need to get back to the other side of the Istrasius to help the main force.”Ioseph ventured a nervous glance at the grizzled veteran. “Is this necessary? Even with the full army, surely--”“Silence, boy, before your tongue betrays your lack of honor.” Hoshfarn growled.Ioseph’s mouth snapped shut.He spurred his horse to a faster trot as they passed the worst of the fieldworks. A moment later, he remarked, “with the great ford upstream so far away, there is only one path to get two thousand cavalry across the Istrasius River in time: the Halani Tower’s drawbridge. And yes, I know that the Order is, at best, neutral in this conflict.”Ioseph gathered the will to speak again, but Hoshfarn beat him to the punch with a glare. “Don’t speak, don’t move, don’t even think. I’ll handle the talking.”The rebels were too cautious to come out from behind their fieldworks. There had been some discussion of besieging the rebel encampment by sending half the royal army to the other side of the river, but in the end a smaller force was sent to attack the eastern rebels while the main force pressed on directly. Barxu had command of the right flank, a great honor. Queen Siwen clearly saw his faith, and thanks to The Advocate’s quick intervention, he’d recovered handily from his wounds months ago. Now that they were in the flatlands surrounding the river, there was no hiding their numbers. Visibility was still poor, and the clouds above were darkening ominously. Bringing his head around, Barxu focused on the terrain ahead. He needed to focus on guiding his horse. Soon, his men would encounter the first ditches and trenches, and the battle would begin.Lady Teinos was leading the center, comprised mostly of levies drawn from Dehnak, and Sir Ardavan Ashakaya commanded the left flank, with his own men working alongside the Dehnak soldiers they once fought. Three powerful flanks, each with a complement of light and heavy foot. Barxu’s command would be a dream come true, a vision made perfect, if he didn’t have to share it with the incredibly boorish Count Caltram Markhill. The Count insisted on leading his knights and men-at-arms in person. Despite his incapability in command and poor judgement joining the Royal Army so late, he was given direct command over his 350 men; nearly a quarter of the flank.Count Caltram Markhill was in the process of detailing his many military achievements when the rebel army, formed up behind the protection of berms and ahead, changed formation. Barxu shouted a warning and brought his shield up, cutting off the lord’s exaggerated stories. As the rebel army reorganized, new sightlines appeared in the block of soldiers, giving their archers a clear shot into the field. A storm of arrows soon crossed the air between the rebels and Barxu’s men. Whoever was commanding the flank misjudged the wind and the distance; most of the arrows fell short, but some of them struck true. His men-at-arms were mostly armored and helmed, and though a few fell with cries, there were few injuries in the column.Barxu grinned as he saw the following shots stream in bit by bit, rather than in organized volleys. His horse gave him a good vantage point, but the evidence was clear nonetheless: the enemy commander wasn’t organizing his archers properly. Barxu was no tactical mastermind, but he knew that well-organized archers sending volleys of arrows, while not a deciding factor in lethality against well-armored men, could easily demoralize an army before a major engagement. Soon, most of his men were over the last trench and making their way towards the berms and walls. The enemy was repositioning to bring their infantry back in front of the archers. The terrain would be be a problem, but with numbers on his side…Then, Barxu heard a voice booming over the battlefield. It wasvoice, The Advocate himself, come again to lend his blessing! He’d know the modulated, inhuman, sublime sound booming over the battlefield anywhere. Though there were no words, just sound, he felt his spirits lift. Bright lights flew across the sky, and he saw the battlefield light up before in red and yellow. The Advocate was likely raining fire and brimstone down on other enemies, but the lights told Barxu all he needed to know. His victory was foreordained.He raised his lance over his head, waving the banner attached to it for all his men to see. Feeling the power of The Advocate flowing through him, Barxu let out a battle cry. Light reflected brightly off his upheld weapon, shining divinely though the clouds still held. The Advocate was here, watching over them! The signs could not be denied. His blood was running hot, his heart pounding in his ears as he kicked his horse to a gallop. His army roared their approval, and he felt as much as heard the stampede of men and horses charging behind him.“For the Queen!” some shouted.“For The Advocate!” cried others, Barxu included.Barxu felt an arrow glance off his hauberk, and grinned. The Advocate watched over him, even now. His steed lept over the first obstruction, but the unnaturally large, round berm behind it had to be encircled rather than crested. Surrounding the berm on all sides were the enemy, all infantry armed with swords, short-spears, and spears. No knights or heavy infantry were in sight.Barxu ran his lance through one man, and when it wedged into the ground beneath him, he drew his sword and laid about him, striking down one soldier after another. The enemy was poorly armed and poorly organized. Already, he could see them starting to break. Most of them looked to be untrained peasant levies. Where were the commanders and knights? Where were the pikemen? It was almost as though the enemythis flank to collapse. Barxu suspected something was wrong, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it. This kind of thinking was best done by more experienced, older men.In the end, it didn’t matter; the enemy began to rout soon after their first line was breached. To their dismay, they found the earthworks and ditches dug all around them impeded their retreat more than the loyalists’ pursuit. There was nowhere for Lord Bishop Varman’s men to retreat to; they had effectively enveloped themselves with their own fortifications.thought Barxu,Barxu heard a magically-amplified voice booming over the battlefield. He instantly recognized it as Count Caltram Markhill. The Count had climbed the berm for some reason, and was now trying to retreat back down the front of it. He wasn’t having much luck, as the mass of men pressing forwards was too thick to permit a horse to through.“Retreat! Everyone get back! Retreat!” the man was shouting, quickly expanding whatever energy the device had to become audible over the roar of the crowd. “Retreat!”Caltram shouted again, but this time the device failed to work. He dropped it and drew his sword, laying about himself with the blade. Loyal men screamed and died, and the press turned into a panic as every man in the army tried to run in a different direction. Some wanted to retreat, some wanted to advance, and none wanted to be near the crazed craven trying to flee a winning battle. If left alone too long, it was likely Caltram would rout his own men. What could possibly have possessed the man to do this?Barxu kicked his horse to a trot, trying to make his way towards the commotion, when a wave of incredible force unhorsed him. He hit the ground, feeling his ankle twist as he misjudged the landing. Barxu let out a scream of agony as he felt burning pain in his ankle, then everywhere. He breathed in, but something was wrong with the air, so he coughed and felt only pain. The air was like fire, like needles pressing on the inside of his lungs, like a brand held against his skin everywhere it could reach, like the curdling of milk and the cooking of meat. The battlefield was filled with screams as men fell to the ground all around him. There was no spark, no flame, no smoke, but the temperature around him rose and rose until he felt himself burning alive. Irresistible heat permeated him, coming from nowhere, growing from nothing, and all he could do was scream and try to breathe.He could not move, he could not think, he could not see.Barxu breathed in, and his world was fire. Barxu breathed out, and his world was pain.Then, Barxu breathed no more.The silence in the command pavilion didn’t last long.“By the savior’s saggy tits!” cursed Ormgeir, his eyes fixed on the sight before them. “What in God’s name was that!? Not more hellfire, surely?”“Only a mortal weapon,” replied Archmagister Danush Solanzin in a shaking voice. “But one not seen for a hundred years; it was a heat bomb of massive scale.”Ormgeir was ready for another outburst of profanity, but felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking over, he saw Lord Mayor Kavos Ustad shaking his head.“A heat bomb?” Lord Mayor Kavos Ustad asked. “What is that, exactly?”“An unknown unknown,” muttered Kurush.“A heat bomb is the simplest form of magical weapon,” said the ancient mage. “Magery, you must understand, is primarily limited by complexity. For example, if I wanted to affect whether or not it rained--”“Uncle, just the basics, please,” interrupted the Queen in a level tone. Whereas many of her councillors were plainly terrified of this newest development, she remained stoic. The Queen did a good job of hiding her stress, Ormgeir thought. This kind of situation would be enough to discomfit anyone, Queen or not. From her poise, you might think she dealt with terrifying magic superweapons every day.“Uh, right,” sputtered Danush. “Well, the long and the short of it is that a magic device, made with sufficient skill, can produce a large amount of heat very easily. The same principle is used in the fire-starter grenades you sometimes see. This is the same thing, but a hundred times greater. In days past, weapons like this were common. It can burn men to ashes in an instant, killing everyone in its range, pretty much indiscriminately. That’s what happened here.”“How likely is it they have another one?” asked Kurush of Eruton. “We may need to change strategies. We can’t afford for that to happen again if we want to win this battle--no, this war.”He took another swig from his wineskin, but misjudged the shakiness of his hands and spilled a good amount on his thick red beard. Ormgeir fixed his eyes on the general, watching the commotion as Kurush tried to pat the drink out of his facial hair. He didn’t like looking at the man: genius strategist or not, Kurush was a glutton and a thoroughly disgusting person.“Fairly unlikely,” replied Danush. “If they had more, they’d have used them to take out the rest of our army already. Also, it appears they had to hide the weapon inside that massive berm. The mechanism itself is probably quite large. Since there are no other similarly large berms, we can rest easy. The more worrying fact is that they were able to make one at all. The fact of the matter is, such a weapon is beyond our nation’s logistical capabilities. Any mage knows how to generate a lot of heat; the difficulty is projecting a consistent amount of thermal energy across a wide enough area--”“Okay, that’s great,” said Kurush. “So, if everyone under Barxu’s command is dead, we’ve lost fifteen hundred men. We still outnumber the enemy, and Varman likely lost nearly as many using that weapon. Probably untrained peasant levies, but numbers do matter here. We’ll need to replace the right flank, of course. The reserve Silver Company column can move up and sweep through what remains there.”“You’d commit all of our reserves in one move?” asked Kavos Ustad. “That’s an awfully risky proposition, Lord General.”“Not as risky as committing a force incapable of holding the right,” Kurush countered. “Our center will be enveloped unless we--”The sounds of scouts shouting reached the pavilion. This wasn’t the controlled shouting of orders or of a non-urgent report. The panic and fear in the garbled words were palpable. The Queen’s advisors lept to their feet, reaching for weapons and shields, and the sound of metal on metal rang out throughout the camp. The enemy was here! In the smoke and mist, however, it was not possible to make out what was happening. Then, the heavens opened up and light poured down on the tent, clouds overhead whisked away to reveal the sun. Walls of earth jumped up out of the ground, and spikes of jagged stone grew in ditches and along the walls. In some places, the walls and jagged stones failed to grow; there was a visible gap in the defenses. Through this gap, Ormgeir saw the enemy riders bearing down on them. Whatever spell created these walls couldn’t make them near the enemy, for some reason. The riders were quickly intercepted by elements of the Silver Company, and soon the entire camp was a confused melee.It was Kurush who sprang into action first. “This way!” he cried, gesturing to the Queen. He pointed at several of the assembled commanders, aides, and soldiers, giving orders. Then, he looked at Ormgeir. “You’ve got a good sword arm, and probably want to stick with Lord Ustad; you’re with us.”Ormgeir nodded. “What’s the plan?”“The defenses are thickest just west of here. We’ll go there and wait for this to die down. Your second-in-command has nearly twice the horsemen our attackers do; he’ll win eventually if he’s not tied down defending this tent. Now come on!”They were eleven: Ormgeir Harawa, Kurush of Eruton, Lord Mayor Kavos Ustad, Archmagister Danush Solanzin, Queen Siwen Solanzin, King-Consort Felipe Solanzin, three royal men-at-arms, and two of Ormgeir’s men. They all bore swords save for Danush, whose ancient hands tightly gripped a dark metal rod. They made their way through the camp, which now seemed a maze of walls, ditches, and berms. The reshaped earth had collapsed tents, killed horses, knocked over cookfires, and generally caused as much mayhem as protection. Somehow, their path was always perfectly flat, and lit by sunlight. Whenever the route was unclear, Kurush looked to Siwen, who would gaze into the distance a moment before pointing the way.Thrice, they stumbled across the enemy.The first one was on horseback, but was slow to react as he came into sight. Normally, a man on horse is beyond the reach of men-at-arms, but Ormgeir was quick. His blade cut the horse across the mouth, and it reared up, dislodging its rider before fleeing in panic. The enemy knight groaned in pain for only a moment before Danush caved his head in with a light tap from the metal rod. Ormgeir gave him a quizzical look.“Magic stuff,” muttered Danush, before continuing on.The second one was alone and wounded, bleeding on the ground. He had been stabbed in the gut at least twice, and would probably be writhing in pain had he the ability to move. He was an older man, like Ormgeir.“Mercy,” the man breathed, “please.”Ormgeir gave him a quick look, then shook his head. “It is beyond my power. You will die. Now, or later?”“Now,” he said without hesitation.Ormgeir gave him the only mercy the dying man could receive.The third man was clever, and thought to catch them by surprise. He wasn’t wearing a tabard, and approached in a friendly manner. He fell to his knees.“Your grace,” he began, before Queen Siwen interrupted.“Kill him,” she commanded, and in less than a second, one of her men-at-arms stabbed the man in the chest. She smiled as the man man bled out. Noting Ormgeir’s expression, she added, “don’t worry. He was never one of us. He was a spy, probably hoping to get close enough to kill me.”They made the rest of the trip in silence.They soon found themselves in a sturdy earthen fortification with walls and a narrow, defensible doorway. Inside, the earth was shaped to create crude seats and there was even a wooden table. Ormgeir, his men, and the men-at-arms stood watch while the Queen and her councillors discussed their next moves. The only general left was Kurush of Eruton, but Ormgeir’s employer, Kavos Ustad, was no slouch in matters military.Still, Lord Mayor Kavos Ustad was losing the argument. His age was showing, and the run through the battlefield had taken something out of him. He was noticeably sweating. “I still say we need to keep the Silver Company near us. We’d never have survived this attack without Ormgeir and his boys.”“This would be a valid point if the enemy had cavalry remaining,” replied Kurush. “This force is likely all they had, gambled in a desperate attempt to break our reserves. Even so, the only reason they were able to attack is the collapse of our right flank. It has still been less than a half-hour since it collapsed. Battle is probably still joined.”After a moment of silence, the Queen nodded. “As far as I can tell, battle is still joined. It appears that they are exceptionally difficult to rout, but we are winning in both the center and the left. I can’t tell why their forces are so numerous, nor can I determine what happened with our flanking force.”thought Ormgeir.“And what of protecting the Queen?” added King-Consort Felipe. “I’m not trained in war as you are, but we cannot allow any danger to come to Siwen. That would be unforgivable!”“Anydanger, you mean?” asked Danush sarcastically. “We’re in the middle of a battlefield, good-nephew.”Ormgeir snorted, drawing the attention of the King-Consort. “Is there something funny about what was said, commander?” asked Felipe, his voice low and threatening.Ormgeir turned to address the king-consort, bowing low. “My deepest apologies, your highness. I was only frightened that you might punish me for the failures that have already come to pass. I humbly beg your forgiveness.”Felipe eyed him for a moment, before nodding, satisfied. “Very well. Return to your post. As I was trying to say, we should retreat...”Ormgeir turned back to the door, his face stoic.As you listen in on this discussion of strategy, you realize that you have the Queen’s ear directly. You feel unknowable processes within you driving you, urging you to give advice and guide her in a way to bring victory and glory to The Aveirian Empire. Although battle goes well on the left and center flank, the right flank has collapsed entirely due to a hidden heat bomb. Due to the enemy’s cavalry breakthrough, pitched fighting is happening near the Queen, though she is in no danger. The 2,000 men you have sent to flank are beyond your sight.You used a minor miracle’s worth of magic to create a terrain and weather advantage for the Queen and to fortify her position when a group of enemy cavalry managed to break through to the back lines. You also took the opportunity to destroy the earthworks and ditches underneath and behind your own forces in battle, though you are unable to affect the ones helping the enemy. This miracle is still in progress and will continue to provide useful terrain and weather as desired in controlled areas.Ardavan Ashakaya commands the left flank, 1,500 men. He is in a pitched battle with the rebels.Esfand Teinos commands the center, 2,400 men. She is in a pitched battle with the rebels, but may be at a disadvantage if the right flank is not reinforced.Barxu the Brave and Count Caltram Markhill commanded the right flank. They and the force of 1,500 men have been killed.Ormgeir nominally commands the reserve column of 1,000 men. They are in a pitched battle with about 500 rebel horsemen, and are winning handily.You are no longer in contact with Hoshfarn’s flanking force of 2,000 heavy cavalry. After he crossed the river, you were no longer able to perceive them due to the contested nature of the territory they are in.The enemy seems to have had 4,000 soldiers on the west bank instead of the expected 2,000.4 monthsThe Battle of Halani Tower (Continued)[ ] King-Consort Felipe Solanzin’s plan: the royal party will retreat until the battle is finished, taking the Silver Company reserve column as an escort.-[ ] Write in spirit actions[ ] Kurush “the Fat” of Eruton’s plan: the royal party will remain at the fortifications with a minimal guard. The Silver Company reserve column will attack the right flank.-[ ] Write in spirit actions[ ] Lord Mayor Kavos Ustad’s plan: the royal party will remain at the fortifications with the Silver Company reserve column.-[ ] Write in spirit actions[ ] Other plan (write in)As always, if you have questions or want clarification on anything, please don't hesitant to ask. @swwu and I are glad to answer.--