As the hours drew on, the soldiers continued hard at work to construct their fortifications. Earthen redoubts supported by wooden framework had been erected, along with hundreds of tents, and a large wooden gate on the north side of the fortress, facing the deep forest that this massive army would inevitably have to cross.
Livia, and her Centurion companion Ragnar, or Reginarus would be now standing besides a large wooden table, that had been quickly set up by one of the Legionaries for them to plan, it wasn't much longer before that table was inside a large, plush canvas tent. The tent itself was illuminated by pressurized gasoline lanterns, which offered a brighter, whiter light than their conventional flame counterpart, the liquid sloshing inside the lanterns with the movement of the walls of the tent, while Livia was quietly going over the plans, a red marker drawing arrows as she contemplated the forest.
"I want to burn it down, a path here, and here. So that our Siege engines can move through without fear of attack." She said, drawing a large path through the forest, through to the Weargtooth mountains. "We'll use explosives to blast the cliff facings through here, and build a road, with enough laborers, I should be able to move a main line directly to Iskjerne bay." Livia remarked in Argosian, the marker chirped, and scraped against the glossy paper. She looked briefly to Ragnar, as if seeking his counsel. The Centurion across from them, in command of one of the other Centuries nodded, it seemed to be a sound plan.
A Third Centurion stepped into the tent, and offered a crisp salute. "Legata, the Weygate is complete, it simply requires you to place the control." The Centurion reported, and Livia offered a slight nod. "Good, I should be able to requisition more supplies." Livia looked over towards Ragnar, and she offered a nod, before reaching into one of the large trunks that had been placed by the table, withdrawing a large circular stone like object, with a large inset red stone, and thirty eight unusual symbols.
Livia offered one last glance before tucking the large stone under the crook of her arm, and moving out of the tent into the fort, which was now nearly finished, as redoubts, towers, and large palisades surrounded the fortress. The siege engines had also been moved into a large open area near the front of the Fortress, while barracks were being constructed near the southern part of the fort. In the center of it all was a large wooden circle, grown from a tangle of vines, knurled tree trunks, and various tendrils of plant material, this large ring of entangled vines had eight orange orbs which were like amber, and seemed to glow dimly.
Livia moved to the center of the large encampment, and set the stone into a pedestal of tangled vines, which moved, and warped to accommodate the stone, wooden tendrils fusing with the base, and causing the symbols, and the large red gem to glow briefly.
Livia surveyed the Weygate It stood at roughly six and a half meters above the ground, while it was large enough to get people and supplies through, they would not be able to move any large equipment, or siege engines through.
Livia nodded in approval, and then turned back to the large tent.
"Tonight we rest, and then tomorrow we begin our movement into the forest." The Legata remarked.