It had been many hours since Livia assembled the weygate within the center of her camp, and she watched silently as her men worked diligently to assemble the battery that was going to be used to lay siege to the forest, she had taken a pair of binoculars to the top of one of the fort's now complete battlements, and she had made her decision.
During Ragnar's game of chest, the tent flap was pulled open, and Livia's form cast a long shadow over the chest table, as she bore a slight smirk. It seemed, during their respite, Livia's legion had been hard at work building, and transporting Argosian Levin type Howitzers to the forward battlements. She was prepared to lay waste to Iskjerne bay, and she had ensured that her legion was up to the task.
Livia looked at Ragnar and offered another wry smile, before the echoing words of her legionary commanders carried through the entirety of the camp.
"Inpono!"
Livia continued to stand within the doorway, as the silence followed the initial command, she kept her eyes affixed to the chessboard, and then to Ragnar.
"Parate!" The voice called again.
In a large raised battlement facing the great Ellarian forest, roughly a dozen Cannoneers, and a dozen Argosian Levin thirty pound artillery pieces were leveled against the dense, deep forest, hundreds of men had chosen their targets, and the cannons were concentrated in a single point through the forest. These cylinders of carefully forged steel were leveled against the forest, mounted upon wheeled carriages, and filled with a magically imbued gunpowder the Argosians called Sparkpowder, an insurance policy against the magical, whimsical nature of Gaia.
"Incaendo!" The voice called out, and what happened immediately next was something that could be described as ragnarok, the ear splitting sounds of thunder, the orange flashes of flame like an erupting volcano that spread throughout the land, and could be heard as far as Iskjerne Bay itself, and even far to the south. The rumbling of cannon fire, along with the shrill whistle of incendiary shells lasted roughly twenty seconds, and was enough to shake the very ground itself, as orange flames, and acrid, black smoke began to erupt from the various places the rounds impacted far into the forest, enveloping it in a relatively linear path of flame, which had an acrid, almost chemical smell, and quickly began to engulf the forest if left unchecked.
Livia simply stood in the tent with a grin, before abruptly turning to leave.