Magical manipulation

Eventually, all of the lords and knights and other tedious people got tired of their own tedium and went to sleep.

Naked and invisible, Sadarth moved through the camp like a ghost. She paid a visit to each of the most influential lords and planted in their dreams dark thoughts of betrayal and treachery. On the morning, they would all look at each other with suspicion, and in the suspicion of another each would see his own fears confirmed. The host would tear itself to pieces before it had a chance to find Sadarth's army, which would then sweep through their remains.

One by one, she laid the nightmare curse on each of her marks. Their were patrols, of course, but they would not see her. And all the better, given that she was naked and trespassing. But Sadarth couldn't help but feel a tingling in her loins whenever someone's gaze fell on the spot she stood.

Distraction. Focus.

She had saved her best mark for last. The vengeful Countess Asidia. She would leave something special in Asidia's mind, though she hadn't quite decided what.