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It made little sense from the start. The sheer scale of it. How would squadrons of cavalry, riding fast, crossing a mountain path, low on supplies, high on operational tempo, ordered to take ground at rapid rate, how would such a troupe contrive to ferry the endless alchemical cargo required to poison wells over the jagged, unreliable terrain with them? How would they know the location of most of the Legion and House troops around Howlhammer, around Glimini, the patrols in the wilderness, the wetlands further south?
How would such squadrons for all that they would be fast, nimble, deadly, surprising, know precisely where and when to strike, simultaneously, along the width and breath of the Spanway Plains?
And if all those questions are just curious pieces of of circumstantia trivia, they do beg one more thought. It's a small thing. Hard to notice in all the horror. After thought, really, to all the other events. A Cohort patrol, swinging in the wind, strung out like dolls, naked, because scavenging outriders had taken the tools of their trade. Later, 7 sets of armor in a checkpoint with seven sets of matching holes in them, from dead loyal soldiers who died defending the innocent from the ravages of the fiery.
Wasponi troops don't use heavy armor.
Wasponi troops don't strip heavy armor off of fallen Legio.
What cavalry outrider wears such confining gear?
What looter, enthused with the idea of treasure, would strap a cuirass to his horse and ride back across impossible mountains, to sell mass-cast armor to people with their own factories?
Foolishness.
But maybe if you had a man on the inside. Maybe if they had friends that needed new gear. Maybe if hiring a House Legio company is costly, and fielding heavy cavalry is more so, perhaps instead one might simply prepare the people and wait for someone else to deliver the (lightly used) armor?