Prince Horace was there to guide the Undead, but all that really required was for an attendant to stand on the first ship holding his banner as crown prince and regent.
The prince and the children of the great nobles were free to sit in the observation cabin, dozens of meters above the deck of the elven magic ship, chatting with the Elves as they admired the Eastern Gulf's beautiful, tranquil scenery.
Prince Horace felt the speed of these behemoths firsthand. A journey that normally took a day brought a fleet of this size to Yilinbuchi Town, outside Rollins Forest, in just an hour.
Walking onto the deck with the Undead, the prince looked toward the far side of the forest... Beyond it lay Giant Valley.
If they failed to regain control of Rollins Forest and the Giant's Spine Mountains this time, the powerful mages of Giant Valley would certainly make a move.
Some Liches in particular had long resented leaving that small half of Rollins Forest to weak Imbutu.
This was Imbutu's last chance... As long as the Undead built the Magic Great Wall in Imbutu's half of Rollins Forest, the Liches could do nothing about it, however bitter they felt.
They lacked the courage to invade Imbutu outright when it had a Dracolich and dragons guarding it. All they could do was hope the weakened kingdom would give up that part of its territory on its own.
Unfortunately for them, that day would never come.
Prince Holmes smiled as he led the way... The beautiful goddess Imbutu had encountered this time was not Beshaba, but Tymora.
Neither the Undead nor Hill understood what was going on behind the scenes... Even William, who knew Faerûn fairly well, would not remember whether Imbutu's borders had changed.
In any case, every