The next morning, Fritz woke up early. Ada had slobbered all over his shirt during the night. The blonde beastkin snored like a choking man as she cradled her head into the crook of his arm. Somehow she had stolen all of his sheets and pushed him to the edge soft bed. The sound of her symphony drowned out the warbling birds just outside of Fritz's window. The persistent call for his blood by her magical rapier joined the concerto of the morning. The sun had just peeked from the horizon when Fritz slipped out of bed. Quickly dressing and moving out of the church's dormitory, Fritz started the day.
The city had an air of strange normalcy to it. Regardless of the impending undead army the citizens went about their day. Bakers prepared bread. Blacksmiths worked on swords and armor for the upcoming conflict. Young warriors in the making, formed up in battalions taking to the city for their morning exercise. Those that wished to flee, packed their bags making towards the city's harbor surrounding the great lake.
Fritz headed down to the church's workshop. His mind imagined the shape of the enchanted walls combining it with the memory of the terrain just outside of the city. The surrounding land was flat and grassy, ideal for artillery. Hueryss had a single gate, aside from the entrance to the harbor. Cannons and explosives could disable siege towers forcing the enemy to funnel towards the thick wooden gate. The undead would be immune to chemical warfare. Fritz quickly discounted poisonous gasses and nerve agents. Remembering Project SKUNK he shook his head at the future issues the chemical agent would bring.
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His thoughts whirled as he devised a plan for the city's defenses. Mortars would be effective and easy to train. Compared to a cannon, a mortar would require far less material. A traditional Coehorn mortar was small enough to conjure. Once conjured the barrel could be bolted down to a bed with handles for maneuverability. Afterwards he could create stockpiles of gunpowder and shells to begin training. Cannons would come afterwards.
Pulling out pen and paper, Fritz wrote against the anvil. He started muttering to himself, as he planned his defense.
"Cannons can be placed in the gatehouse. There should be enough space. Not to mention, it is the most obvious place to safely store the gunpowder and shells. The mortars can be placed within the city, or on top of the walls. Either makes sense once effective ranges are marked on the surrounding fields.
"A blacksmith will be required to construct a twelve pound cannon. The cannon needed to be cast as a single piece. The size is too large to be conjured neatly. They should be able to make it. I can easily supply the iron if need be. The damn thing is just a hunk of metal after all. There should be no issue so long as they follow my directions."
"Napalm, holy water and dynamite will come next. The guns and artillery need to come first. We don't have a lot of time for training, and these damn beastkin aren't the brightest."
Fritz continued on writing down his game plan for the next two weeks. He continued until he was mostly satisfied. Putting his pen down, he stretched appreciating the early morning. With a deep breath, he got started on step one.