Chapter 10.31 – Pt. 2

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Most mentioned character

158 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Rags	118
Teriarch	96
Xitegen Terland	79

Most mentioned class

57 mentions

[Soldier]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[General]	26
[Lady]	16
[Student]	15

Most mentioned skill

3 mentions

[Covering Fire]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Unit: Teleportation Advance]	2
[Assert Command]	2
[Again, and Again, and Ever Again]	2

Most mentioned spell

7 mentions

[Ray of Oblivion]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Fireball]	3
[Flash Move]	2
[Pentagram of the Five Alchemies]	2

Most mentioned location

20 mentions

Pallass

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
High Passes	17
Manus	11
Goblinhome	8

Mentions

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Name	Text
Teriarch	Those who lived became legends, each one having a famous name and deeds. For you see, the Draconic Titans had been made like their Ancestors. Just like the last Dragonlord of Flames, just like Teriarch, they were old stories.
Shirka	—And he had so many names. So many that General Shirka hadn’t been able to even read through them all in the few minutes she’d stolen to herself to read the report Strategist Ulhouse had generated via Pallass.
Pallass	—And he had so many names. So many that General Shirka hadn’t been able to even read through them all in the few minutes she’d stolen to herself to read the report Strategist Ulhouse had generated via Pallass.
Edellein Blackwing	She doubted General Edellein knew; whether the Eyes of Pallass did was another matter, but soldiers loyal to 2nd Army had dug the files out of Pallass’ secret libraries. Files on old Dragons, friend and foe, marked with confirmed deaths, possible sightings—files obsessively tended to in the hopes one of them would one day return. That those old ages of myth and legend would come again.
Pallass	She doubted General Edellein knew; whether the Eyes of Pallass did was another matter, but soldiers loyal to 2nd Army had dug the files out of Pallass’ secret libraries. Files on old Dragons, friend and foe, marked with confirmed deaths, possible sightings—files obsessively tended to in the hopes one of them would one day return. That those old ages of myth and legend would come again.
Pallass	She doubted General Edellein knew; whether the Eyes of Pallass did was another matter, but soldiers loyal to 2nd Army had dug the files out of Pallass’ secret libraries. Files on old Dragons, friend and foe, marked with confirmed deaths, possible sightings—files obsessively tended to in the hopes one of them would one day return. That those old ages of myth and legend would come again.
Shirka	Shirka was no Ancestors-follower, someone who thought the Oldblood breath and wings were blessings that made you better than other Drakes and longed for a Dragon to lead and inspire. She had always, privately, considered Dragons to be more like roaming nightmares, unstable Named-rank adventurers with all the problems that entailed.
High Passes	Now here she was, standing in the thin air of the High Passes, breathing in the scent of metal, heart hammering in her chest, listening to a thudding sound of a monster coming her way. And to her left, on a small ridge of rock, scales glistening under the wet mists drifting through this valley, was the Dragon.
[Soldier]	Painted yellow armor, non-reflective, shields grasped in tense hands by [Soldiers]. Arrayed in combat squads, spaced out around Shirka’s position like the angriest set of interspersed warts in the world, no one group next to each other.
Shirka	Painted yellow armor, non-reflective, shields grasped in tense hands by [Soldiers]. Arrayed in combat squads, spaced out around Shirka’s position like the angriest set of interspersed warts in the world, no one group next to each other.
Shirka	Angry wart formation. Shirka thought Saliss had once coined the term; a group of armored [Soldiers] holding a position, be it pit, trench, or uncovered space, led by an officer, augmented by a [Mage] or other specialist like a [Battle Alchemist]. Dedicated specialist squads in the back, ready to rush in.
Saliss Oliwing	Angry wart formation. Shirka thought Saliss had once coined the term; a group of armored [Soldiers] holding a position, be it pit, trench, or uncovered space, led by an officer, augmented by a [Mage] or other specialist like a [Battle Alchemist]. Dedicated specialist squads in the back, ready to rush in.
[Soldier]	Angry wart formation. Shirka thought Saliss had once coined the term; a group of armored [Soldiers] holding a position, be it pit, trench, or uncovered space, led by an officer, augmented by a [Mage] or other specialist like a [Battle Alchemist]. Dedicated specialist squads in the back, ready to rush in.
[Mage]	Angry wart formation. Shirka thought Saliss had once coined the term; a group of armored [Soldiers] holding a position, be it pit, trench, or uncovered space, led by an officer, augmented by a [Mage] or other specialist like a [Battle Alchemist]. Dedicated specialist squads in the back, ready to rush in.
[Battle Alchemist]	Angry wart formation. Shirka thought Saliss had once coined the term; a group of armored [Soldiers] holding a position, be it pit, trench, or uncovered space, led by an officer, augmented by a [Mage] or other specialist like a [Battle Alchemist]. Dedicated specialist squads in the back, ready to rush in.
Shirka	There weren’t as many soldiers as Shirka would have liked. The rest of her army was elsewhere, and the vanguard of her forces seemed small when compared to the Brass Dragon standing silently in the mists. If Shirka looked to her right, on the Dragon’s other side, she would see a small party of [Servants] surrounding a woman in pink.
Shirka	There weren’t as many soldiers as Shirka would have liked. The rest of her army was elsewhere, and the vanguard of her forces seemed small when compared to the Brass Dragon standing silently in the mists. If Shirka looked to her right, on the Dragon’s other side, she would see a small party of [Servants] surrounding a woman in pink.
[Servant]	There weren’t as many soldiers as Shirka would have liked. The rest of her army was elsewhere, and the vanguard of her forces seemed small when compared to the Brass Dragon standing silently in the mists. If Shirka looked to her right, on the Dragon’s other side, she would see a small party of [Servants] surrounding a woman in pink.
Magnolia Reinhart	Magnolia Reinhart’s people, and to the rear of both forces was Lord Xitegen and his tiny retinue of Humans and Golems, most of them deployed, like the Golem whose body was essentially a giant quiver for arrows, rooted in place and aiming upwards, ready to spew projectiles into the sky.
Xitegen Terland	Magnolia Reinhart’s people, and to the rear of both forces was Lord Xitegen and his tiny retinue of Humans and Golems, most of them deployed, like the Golem whose body was essentially a giant quiver for arrows, rooted in place and aiming upwards, ready to spew projectiles into the sky.

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