Quixotic
A man who can walk with kings and never lose the common touch.
But he hated castles. And there was nothing he loved more than a chance glance over right when the steel plate of the battering ram rended1 the portcullis into the putrid moat.
The smell of the moats. Castles were squatting trolls, sitting in their own filth. They were taunting bullies who deserved to be struck in the face.
With regard to res militaris, the man is indispensable as the lynchpin of the Siege Department (which is also what was carved on the wood front of the clapboard bridge that would crush men with spikes who lined the walls of the )
Caravaggio Rozell is, was and will be the irreplaceable innovator of modern Teran belfry strategemata.
His specialty, and the subject of his famous treatise, transcribed from a rambling, yet uncannily trenchant elucidation of a new and as-yet-untested approach2 to the clapboard column.
He was the undisputed master specifically of the tactical action of troops standing greave to greave in the rickety leviathim.
Those boys unable to banish the violent tremors that made the men unable even to hold a spear.
He knew that matchstick tower better than anyone, and he came alive in the close quarters of its incandescent embrace.
Mashed into the rocking, weaving pillars of kindling, he used his elbows and long limbs to punish his way beyond and leap atop the parapet of the keep thought to be impregnable.
He employed his skill to deadly effect in the Terans’ intransigent, unending, relentless sieges » » » » » » » »
He finds himself in the cruel fate of helping Masillasandra, or Masilla, the Focus of part two, Ward off the very towers he helped train into the conquering engines of Tera.
wrent? rent?
and ya kno they also approach n yea
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