Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 279==

We're out in the field, marching with the rest of the militia.  We're wheeling along the mortar as well while more are being made for the city.  It's only a matter of time before they figure out how to make a regular cannon from it.  That's the one thing that big gunpowder weapons have an advantage in.  Range.  They'll out range a regular mage by a great deal.  The commander of this force plans on setting up his force in a phalanx when battle begins while us mercs will act as a skirmishers and try to assist the formations in any way possible.  Again, this would be easier if we had our fucking horses still.  We're not sure what to expect from that barbarian ritual.  Maybe it failed, maybe it wasn't real, maybe it summoned an army.  In the meantime, it looks like they got the airship route reestablished as one was arriving while we were out.  It'll take weeks or months of food deliveries before the city will fully recover, possibly years of farming to rebuild their stores.