This evening I played in the artificial language spoken throughout most of the region of my fictional world where my stories take place. A wizard is charged with creating an illusion and so he enters a trance, does weird hand gestures, and chants a very repetitious incantation, boring those who witness the ritual but quite effective nonetheless.
Those in the besieged city will see three times as many attackers as there really are.
Ijà na arís vifaic, l ijà na arís vifaic, l ijà na arís vifaic, mi mar ijà ur vifaic, mi!Hey, you can't make a good incantation work in translation.
You will see me again, and you will see me again, and you will see me again, yes, you must see me thus again, yes!
It's good old PSYOPS. Who says I can't have modern warfare in the 8th century? I have psychological operations, terrorism, biological warfare, covert actions, trade embargoes, massacres, and assassinations (both successful and failed).
And now to bed.
Sweet dreams, my avid avocets!