The 1-15-300 Rule. Any serious frontline force should be posed of one iion-level Divine, fifteen mages, and three hundred soldiers. Losses taken should follow a 0-1-100 split. Casualties inflicted by our forces typically follow a 3-6-1 split (as in, for every 3 batants the Divine fells, the 15 mages will defeat 15 and the 300 mundane men will kill 1). The strengths of major Divines are too variable to be estimated and should be taken on a case-by-case basis.

  Some Divines are amplified by their forces, others amplify their armies. Typically the tter are far less dangerous than the former. There is one exception I will specifically mention: Kassandora, Of War, is not particurly strong individually. When anding an army, she should be avoided at all costs unless several major Divines are present.

  Excerpts from Goddess Fortia, Of Peace’s, War Manual: The Doe of Might & Magic. Written before the Great War, but edited during it.

  Kassandora’s orchestra slowly started to py as she analysed Fortia’s and Maisara’s approag armies. A furious violin in her mind, that only she heard, whined as her eyes trailed over the minor Divines and mages in the distance. Fortia was there, it was obviously her. The tallest among them, in golden armour with her thick spear held high. Maisara oher side, in silver and white. Her unnamed executioner’s axe on her back. They led from the tre, as had been done in the past. In standard box-maration, Kassandora couldn’t believe they didn’t ge a single aspect of their armies from the Great War. From the sheer size of their formations, it’d be some eighty-thousahe Pantheon’s White-Gold banners, Fortia’s own Gold and Maisara’s own silver waved in the breeze to the march of feet.

  Kassandora’s orchestra added its own drums, quietly beating away to the synised march of boot against hard ground.

  Nothing about that army’s looks had ged from the st time Kassandora had seen Divine War, so it could be assumed that they would be following Fortia’s Might & Magic Doe. The mages serving as gss ons, the Divines as line-breakers, the mundane as shields for the former two. This is why Kassandora was needed in the world. Other Divines meandered and snapped, minds cracked and tore as they realised their own purposelessness. Kassandora had a purpose. Just as hated executioners removed society’s guilty, she executed stagnation wherever she found it.

  A flute added its own tuo the orchestra, quiet, but obviously there.

  And Kassandora looked over to her army. Small and outnumbered. Sokolowski’s division had ten thousand me to one. When the neighb divisions arrived, they would be sitting at eight to three. The strings got louder as Kassandot to work.

  She stabbed Joyeuse into the sand and pulled on her blessing. The men who were hers, who had accepted her will tthens themselves stopped g immediately. A chorus of voices added itself to Kassandora’s orchestra, every man under her and heard it as clearly as she did.

  She was a duit for the ten thousand, a battery of power to store and give and exge, the fingers ed around sword hilts and the spark that set fire to a fuse. Kassandora stood there, in her bck armour, her eyes glowing, her hair more vivid as it started to tumble in its own winds. War began to duct its orchestra.

  “Kavaa. Accept me.” Kassandora spoke as a piano started to py a slow tune. Men in the rear were loading the lemur artillery in sileno one o say a word. No need for a ‘’ or a ‘ready’ or a ‘loaded’. They all pyed in War’s orchestra. A ramping series of notes, repetitive and promising cresdo. Kassandora reached out to Kavaa ahe woman’s mental armour being lifted, the shield lowered, the helmet was taken off. She grabbed hold of Kavaa and heard a little grand cello add itself to her tune, in synd perfectly adding to the rhythm. And Kassandora ducted the cello as she stood unmoving, the song pying in her head. Kavaa’s blessing of perfect health, and Kassandora’s blessing of her own will, flooded through Kassandora’s army.

  Men sped up as Kavaa’s power filled. All in silehe only sound was of shuffli or men loading their rifles. Some had bee off to unpack ammunition, others were dragging them to the frontlihe teams manning the sixty Lemur artillery, and the dozen Binturongs that had bee off to Sokolowski were preparing in silence. Earted to rumble uhe gentle instruments of Kassandora’s music, pistons hissed and stabilizers exteo dig into the sand.

  Anassa’s forty sorcerers were here too. And Kassandora had already blessed them ba the HQ. They separated into teams, rose into air as men climbed the watch towers. Barriers were put up as everyone danced in tuo War’s orchestra. Kavaa turo look through her blessed eyes, and Kassandazed through her. She gazed through every pair of eyes, smelled through every nose, heard through every ear, her thoughts worked through every mind in the camp. And she saw Fortia raise her spear and issue the and. If Fer was here, she would have heard what the Goddess said, but all she could do was watch.

  Sand started to swirl and make a wall, winds howled and clouds formed like a sudden fog. All the elements narrowed to make a barrier above the army. They had already marched in ra would have been impossible for Fortia not to have heard Kassandora’s army cheer. Kassandora saw through her men.

  They were running to the trehat had been dug. More were w with shovels, digging out small foxholes. Others k in the sand pits, more y down, rifle aimed. Not in range fu, Fortia would no doubt raise a shield. Kassandora sent out a probing attack.

  One of the sorcerers, the one she sensed was the fastest, her name was Fleur. She suddenly raced forwards as Kassandave another and. A series of drums beat in her mind’s orchestra, and the eighty four artillery fired. Five men, random guards who were stood in odd locations at the camp, turo look up at the sky. Their strengthened vision followed the shells immediately as Fer stopped a safe distance away. She raised her arms.

  A red beam burst from her palms in an instant. Kassandora knew how to and the art, she simply wasn’t capable of doing it herself. It fshed and roared and burned and devoured that shield, or it should have. Kassandora shook her head, she had assumed Anassa’s favourite sorcerers were stronger. Not many to pick from in this time though. The shield stood, a thin yer of sand interwoven by water and air that didn’t eve to Fleur’s attack.

  The girl was sent flying before Fortia could and her mages to summon up a ter-attack. A few seds after she left, the spot she had floated in had lightning strike down on it. Zerus wasn’t about and lightning wasn’t an easy art. So Essa had sent mages of a higher calibre then. Arcadia’s mobilization was a threat on the horizon though, Kassandora had at least another month before the flying swarms would desd on Kirinyaa. If Fortia was forced to pull back by then…

  Well, there was a ce.

  The drums in her orchestra sounded again as her watchers saw the first volley impa the shield. Sokolowski had received the shells, assembled here in Kirinyaa, a mixture mentation and napalm. Shards of steel slid and stuck harmlessly against the barrier above that army. Napalm set alight for an instant, it was enveloped in bubbles of air, the oxygen it ged on was burned up. The jelly put itself out as the water of that rolled out and chucked it to the sides of Fortia’s army.

  Kassandora saw it through the eyes of men lying on sand or kneeling behind mounds of stand or standing in trenches reinforced by wooden beams, all watg with binocurs. She would have buried it, not simply thrown it on the ground. That had been a mistake to capitalize on for ter.

  And Kavaa went off to heal Anassa’s injuries from the fall as Kassandora watched the massive block approach her. If they raised shields like that towards the front, the rifles would be worthless. Kassandora ged her thinking, men still o be taught i of melee, if only for situations like this. They would need bdes too.

  The Clerics who had e with Kavaa arrahemselves in front of Kassandora. “We are ready to be led.” The a Divines all had worked with Kassandora, maybe they didn’t know the perfect extremities of her blessing, but it wasn’t a secret of this world. So Kassandora had put a little paragraph expining it into the sed page of the manual every soldier got. Men didn’t read a lot, but they should be able to mawo pages at least.

  Kassandora’s blessing engulfed them too. It wasn’t Waeh’s forceful ands, it was leadership. Any man could choose to break her blessing at any time. She gave the basiformation out, the fact they would follow her orders faster, the strengthening of willpower and the shared sehe fact that War’s Orchestra was an addictive tune was left out. That part, no o Arascus knew. Kassandora hadn’t even told him about it, the man had just realised it when he heard the drums py.

  The violin picked up as the ranks finished assembling, and then they died down to trumpets gloriously ting a tune. Rifles were lowered, maes guns dug in. Ammunition boxes handed out. Helicopters lifted off into the skies. They would be vulnerable to magical fire, but hail of lead was a trade off she would take. They had taken Neneria’s suggestion. The guns installed on them were the same that the minotaurs had tested in Arcadia.

  Kavaa’s Cleried spread out into pairs and separated themselves among the front lines. Battlefield healers. In the Great War, every battle any wound inflicted was a mere temporary debility. Kassandora had never uood why Fortia never deployed them ier numbers. Now though, they were in the hands of a woman who would squeeze until there wasn’t a drop of power left.

  The only two men remained in the opening were Waeh’s corpse y. Airi, Lia and Rie were still feasting on the body, eae pulling off strands of muscle or tearing through fat or eating away. Fer would be able tee from that damage, Kassandora wasn’t prepared to take any ces ce. The three huge dogs would be allowed to eat until there was only bones of the body. Their handler remained with them, if Fer was here, then Kassandora could work through to get access to the animals, but Fer was not here so someone had to watch over them. Frankly, they were the heroes of today, Of Beasthood simply had to meet these animals.

  Sokolowski stood at Kassandora’s side as he made phone calls to check up on the neighb divisions. Fifth infantry had set off just now. Sixth was about to, they were loading the final few men into trucks. Over this terrain… Kassandora made as pessimistic a predi that wasn’t just unreasonable disagreement. Four hours. Probably less, but she only had to hold for four hours.

  War’s Orchestra pyed another chorus, the artillery at the back of the camp fired again. Apocalyptis of gun and drum, followed by sweet whistle of shell and flute. Kassandora’s hair scattered into the air as she felt the hopefulness of her men, and then it fell back down as they watched the shells harmlessly explode over the magical barrier of air, sand and water above Fortia’s army of gold and silver. They took aep forwards, men in the front ranks made a shield-wall.

  The napalm went out. Caught in puddles of air, thrown off by bubbles of water. The shrapnel was wiped away too. Mrey jelly was tossed onto the desert sands. Fortia simply had not realised then, the clearing of the first volley wasn’t a mistake. Fortia simply didn’t see the damage it could do. Kassandora saw though.

  Kavaa dropped to her knee over Anassa. “I have you sister.” She said, then caught herself. “I.. that was Kass speaking.” Anassa smirked as she patted her stomach.

  “I know.” She said. Kavaa touched Anassa’s cheek as Kassandora silently watched. What did healing feel like? Not being healed, but actually perf the healing? Kavaa merely poured her divine energy into Anassa. It felt like… It felt like cool water in your hands, as if suddenly your fingers were tasting mint. Cold and ical, there was no love or warmth in it. It was a mere operation Kavaa had dohousand times before.

  Anassa had broken a leg and injured her spine as she nded. Kassandora sighed as Kavaa nervously looked at the Goddess of Sorcery and expihe situation. “You don’t have to excite me that much.” Anassa replied with a stupidly tantalizing smile only she could do. A cello in the orchestra procimed its annoyah a high-pitched note, Kassandora and Kavaa both agreed with it.

  “Just heal her.” Anassa was fually delusional. Not in a stupid fashion, but rationally delusional. As a Goddess of Sorcery, she could jure her imagination into the world. There had been a time where sorcery was much like magid then Anassa had appeared to revolutiohat little world and make it into the terrifying realm of magic it existed as nowadays. In a day, sorcerers who were uo struct a house were suddenly painting drawings into reality. How reality was a vas, Kassandora could not uand that thought process whatsoever. The basic premise was manageable but she simply came across a blo her process because the mind thought and the body moved. The mind did not move, nor did the body thi sorcery espoused that.

  Kavaa finished healing. The woman made a moan no Goddess should ever make, her cheeks flushed red and she rose from the ground. “I love when you do that.” Kassandora stared bnkly through Kavaa’s bnk face at the woman.

  “Never say that to me again.” Kavaa said coldly. “Ana, you’re actually disgusting.” That ade a low o agree with Kavaa. Anassa only smirked, licked her lips and stretched.

  “I’m in a good mood.” Anassa said. “But you do not get to speak to me like that.” Kassandora stopped Kavaa from responding. No point in it, everyone in the family already beat Anassa over the head because of how she acted, a Anassa was still Anassa.

  “Anassa.” Kassandora called out, still stood with her hands over Joyeuse. Attacks would have to be synised, the barrier would have to be broken, it was magical, there were obviously lesser Divines among that mass of men, there’d be at least a thousand mages, if not two thousand. And that sort of barrier was nothio mix sand and air and water was standard tactiake battlefield crete, barrier like that could be rebuilt in the blink of aiming was everything to breaking through them. Kassandora sighed.

  And issuing orders through speech was slow, Anassa erceptive and fast. Could she crack open the shield? Effortlessly. Could she do it while avoiding magical ter-attao doubt. But Fortia knew how to throw her spear, and Fortia would know to pick the moment Anassa gave even an inch of an opening.

  Anassa, very simply, would have to be mianaged. Kassandora called out. “e here.” Anassa was the only person who Kassandora did not like being in the orchestra. The only person who ever gave her trouble to duct. Kassandora sighed. But Anassa was Anassa, and even though Kassandora hated her sound, she would not ge Anassa for anything else. Anassa was Anassa precisely because she was sumentative and annoying. “You want to embrace me?” Kassandora did not respond to the subtext of that.

  “Accept me sister.” Kassandora replied.

  “You kno-“ Kassandora stopped Anassa from finishing whatever she was about to say as she felt the Goddess’ will give way to her. Anassa smiled, opened her mouth and shut it immediately. Kassandora raised a challenging eyebrow at her sister.

  “If you say something terrible, I will shut you up.”

  “I didn’t think you ha-“ Anassa shut up, she turned and ughed to herself as Kassandora heard her giggle in the orchestra. How was a mystery, it was a realm of delusions, the orchestra pyed in her mind. But then if anyone knew how to work delusions, Anassa did.

  No more words o be said. Kassandora’s army merely felt each other as they moved like one giant anism. Anassa silently took a step and blinked from the ground to the air. She blinked again as Kassandora separated the sorcerers more. Kavaa took to the frontlines.

  Fortia and Maisara approached, not long now. In range of the artillery. The drums started to pick up. Artillery fired. The violins ripped at their own strings. Men took their time to line up a shot. Percussion shook the world. Shells whistled overheard through the air. Kassandora kept track of them through the watchers in the helicopters. Percussion smmed down again. Anassa blinked from her spot to just above Fortia’s army. Her fingers snapped.

  The cresdo was reached. And silence desded as a bst of her energy pushed the shield away. Crimson waves raced through the mixture above Fortia’s men that cast them into a pale shadow. Like a painter’s brush smearing red over a vas or a r sea serpent ploughing through ships. Anassa ughed and a terrible guitar, loud and obnoxious and pying its own dreaded tune joihe fray. The moment, it all stopped.

  Silence.

  The bass in War’s Orchestra fred as artillery shells whistled through the opening, that half-sed Anassa gave them as mages were ref the barrier. Smoke and fire and screams and blood. Men torn apart. Anassa blinked back to Kassandora’s own lines before anyone could react.

  Kassandora finally mao pick out Fortia in that chaos. She rallied her men. She waved her spear. Her mages put the fires out. Threalm away. Shields went back up. Not the single rge barrier but thousands of individual tiny discs. Anassa could break one as easily as a thousand, but one broke in the snap of a fihere wouldn’t be time to hover over the army and keep snapping. A wave of sand suddeed across the sand, it knocked Fortia’s men over and carved out a trench across the desert.

  Fortia’s spear ploughed through the air. A beam of crimson caught it from the heavens. The spear did not stop, but the trajectory ged and it smmed into the ground with a grand wave of sand. If Anassa was not here, then that spear would gohrough Kassandora’s chest.

  Kassandora had fottely how strong Fortia was.

  Waeh was dead, but she’d rather fight Waeh twice over than one of Fortia.

  It would be a hard battle.

  Fortia’s Might & Magic Doe relies too heavily on a Champion-Doe. I was correct back then, as were many who now I call family, that Champion-Doe would eventually e to a close as the great heroes of the past died, defeated by battle’s swift close or by time’s creeping crawl.

  I propose something irely. Tate Divinity to the supp role entirely, to have them serve as mere shock troopers and logistis. Wars are fually mortal affairs. Mortals should be the oo wage them. This radical philosophy has served three decades in global warfare now, its success is undisputable. To have scored victories against Divine Leona, Of Luck is an already immeasurable achievement.

  Thus I formalize it. A hilosophy that removes dependen Divinity. Wars will not be fought through the unreliable variability of might and the whims of magis. Wars will be fought through the sistency of steel, supported by sorcery.

  Excerpt from Goddess Kassandora, Of War’s, Art of Victory: The Steel & Sorcery War Doe. Written during the Great War.