(1874-10-23) - Look To The North
Look To The North
Summary: Forces from House Bordeaux and House Arkanin of Murias arrive to join the forces seeking to break the siege on Fort Alnburg.
Date: 2018-10-23
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NPCs: None
Players:
Cervantes  Dertan  Jarret  Lillian  

The fields Outside Fort Alnburg
Fields, war, siege. Pretty brutal. Also troops, lots of troops.
1874-10-23

A single horse crested the rise, the sight of Fort Alnburg and the Great Salt beyond opening out like an artist's panorama. Or it might have done, if the docks were not a burned and ruined mess, there were not a host of dead, and possibly not so dead bodies littering the ground, and the signs of endless battle on the horizon.

The lone figure, sitting astride its horse, was clad in scalemail, the white and red of the Order Reliant glimmering in the early morning light. No horse, no shout, no movement at all, save to turn, a gloved hand rising in a silent signal. Within moments, other horses, other figures came over the rise, arrayed like a field of flowers on the hill. The prevailing colours? Green and Yellow, complemented by standards adorned with the crest of House Arkanin of Murias. Red and Black, and bearing the banners of House Bordeaux. Another armed figure, larger, in full plate came up beside the first rider.

-

Riding up to the lone figure was a soldier in full plate. He wore the colors of House Arkanin as he looked over the hills. It was just as his message to the defenders had spoken. At dawn, look to the north. Thus, he lifts only a single hand, turning behind him. "AH-OOO!" a common battle cry of the Arkanins, and behind him? 2,000 strong echoing the exact same words. It's almost enough to make the ground rumble.

"AH-OOO! AH-OOO! AH-OOO!"

Thus does the army march. Heavy elite spearmen in the front, heavy horsemen to the right flank, elite archers on horseback to the left flank. and behind them? Spearmen, Halberdiers, Archers…..they brought an army.

Cervantes looks to his wife, Lillian, and he smiles to her. "Come, let us see if they will open the gates."

-

He's spent far more time on the walls than he would have wanted to lately, but Jarret feels that's one of the things he needs to do to keep morale up. He's currently up on the wall pausing as he sees the people coming in from the north. "That's…" he begins, trailing off as he keeps on watching the incoming forces. "This can almost give us some hope," he mutters, mostly to himself.

-

The situation around Alnburg is an interesting one. Standing powerful upon the seacliffs stands the great fortress of Alnburg with a lake of Partharian troops arrayed around it. Then a little to the north-west, close enough that skirmishes are common and the two forces spend much of each day insulting each other, stands another force.

This force stands under the banner of the Riverwatch Immortals, the royal banner attached to the defense of the duchy of Sokar. Alongside the banner of the Immortals stand four others: the honourable free city company of ordnance and artillerists from four corners, the Brotherhood of companies, The Royal Dragoons and those regiments provided by Kaedon; the siegebreakers with their tower constricted by a serpent, and the Kaedon serpent.

A small group detaches from this force and moves to meet the approaching Arkanin and Rikton troops under a flag of parlay. When the group is close enough for more details to be made out beyond the fact that the group is a combination of the various units Dertan can be made out clad in dark leathers and a grey foxfur cloak. He stops the group a short distance away and waits for the pair to approach. A murmur of conversation whilst the group waits sees a small group of shadowsnakes heading for the fort itself. They soon vanish from sight, lost to the eye until they pop up inside Alnburgh to relay news of their arrival to Jarret.

-

Lillian made a very unladylike sound, as she turned her head to mark Cervantes' arrival, "You forget," though of course he didn't, "that I squired at Fotress Benide." She reached down, patting one of the saddlebags, "I don't need a gate to get into a Fort. Though I'd prefer not to scale a wall in armor. The amount of time you spend after knocking out dents. Not at all worth it." She tugged at the reins, nudging the destrier she sat upon over in the direction of the approaching delegation. She kept pace with Cervantes, remaining perhaps half a horse behind him, allowing him to approach the group ahead of her. This was, after all, his Kingdom, though she had recently married into it, and his place in that Kingdom far outstripped hers.

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Cervantes looks to Lillian and he gives her a little grin, his helmet hanging off of the saddle as he rides that war horse over to Dertan as he apparently is going to greet them. "Oh no, I remember well. You tend to demonstrate it well enough." Then he looks to Dertain. "We're here to help you. Allow ourselves and our forces to join you within the walls." Clearly Cervantes wasn't exactly in the mood for negotiation. This Empire decided to pick a fight with Galenthia. They made a poor decision and Arkanin and Bordeaux will aid.

-

Dertan continues to study the new arrivals, his gaze taking in the details of Cervantes' armor as he makes the man wait before responding. "Alnburg is under siege." He states after he's apparently taken in all the details he wished. "We have not initiated an attack as of yet. You are welcome to wait with us until the appropriate moment comes however." He takes a long pause before adding. "It is not terribly difficult to get three or four men with moderate scouting talents inside, given our knowledge of the surroundings. I can facilitate that if you wish to meet the Duke directly."

-

Watching from up on the walls, Jarret keeps his eyes on the incoming troops, letting out a bit of a breath. He listens to something someone up there on the wall says, before he nods. Waiting for the report of those Dertan sent back inside.

-

Once the two delegations, as it were had come together, Lillian lifted her hands, pulling off her helmet and setting it onto her saddle. "Yes, such were the reports we received before we set out." She looked away briefly, taking in the enemy forces arrayed around the fort, before she returned her attention to Dertan. "The main strength of our force will wait, but no plan will be effective without the Duke's input."

-

As soon as Dertan told him Alinburg was under siege? He's not nearly as polite as his wife is. "Really? Oh shit, I just thought the field that's littered with corpses was the result of a drinking game gone wrong." Okay, Cervantes was a bit of an asshole when it came to parleys. He didn't like them, but eventually he takes a breath. "Thankfully, my wife is right. Take a few of my scouts and tell your Lord that we wish to have a word with him in order to discuss a battle plan. We bring with us supplies as well, in the event that yours were running low." he looks to the battlefield. "Damn….did they strike the entire coast?

-

Dertan's eyes narrow just a little bit. "My man will tell you where to camp whilst Duke Jarret," he puts special emphasis on the Duke part. His entire demeanor that of polite disdain. "Decides what he wishes to do with you both." He gestures for one of the officers with him to remain and help with those details and then heads back towards his own army, seemingly unconcerned if they wish to move with him to the existing command tents or set up their own. Another officer peels off to attach a terse message about Cervantes' request to a moongazer that is soon flitting its way over the walls.

-

Waiting for a few moments as he hears the reports, and that moongazer, Jarret makes his way off the walls. After sending a message back that he will be out there soon, it takes a while, before he arrives, accompanied by the same people Dertan sent inside earlier.

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"Because, clearly, turning away an army that doubles the forces currently arrayed here, while your Duke and his Fort are under siege, is a distinct possibility." Lillian's horse did not move to follow behind Dertan. Instead she simply kneed her horse, offering Cervantes a glance, before she turned back to return to the forces she had come with. And there she'd remain, moving through the ranks as well as tending to the troupes of healers Bordeaux had brought with them.

-

Sometimes it was funny when married folk have the same mindset. Cervantes didn't even have to speak. Lillian, in her tenacity, spoke his words for him. "You heard the lady." he looks to Jarret as he arrives. "Speak of the One. Duke Sokar. Mind helping us form a battle plan to get these bastards off your lawn?" A smirk from th Viscount before he takes a good look at the battlefield.

-

Pausing as he approaches, Jarret frowns a bit as he lets out a bit of a sigh. "The old me would say the best plan is to hit them with an axe, repeatedly," he remarks, offering a brief smile. "But I know that can't be done. I will help coming up with the plan, although I know I'm far from the best mind here when it comes to strategies." A brief pause, before he offers a grin, "Welcome to the party."

-

Dertan enters the meeting area shortly after Jarret. Now helmless his hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail held by a white and black silk ribbon that makes his dark leather armor look all the plainer. "You do yourself a disservice claiming not to understand command Your Grace." he says in a tone that whilst still polite is considerably warmer now that Jarret is here. He gives Lillian a look that almost classes as warm as well before moving to the seat at Jarret's right.

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Lillian was alerted to the arrival of the party from the Fort by one of the scouts, once again moving to meet the delegation in time with Cervantes. "Duke Sokar," Lillian, who had not replaced her helmet, offered a polite bow of her head, "We came to offer what assistance we could. Our main force is here, the remainder are scouting the surrounding area. If fortune favours us, we will liberate Alnburg and then move on to assist elsewhere, as your lands require. What information we were able to acquire seemed to indicate that your lands in particular are being targeted by the enemy." Lillian slipped down from her horse, handing the beast off to a soldier who was clearly not a squire, so likely the woman either did not have one, or had simply left them at home. Lillian just caught Dertan's smile, as she settled to her feet, returning it as she moved to join the other three.

-

Cervantes looks to Dertan, almost amused at how much kinder his tone has gotten. Though, he catches the warm look to Lillian, and Cervantes's eyes narrow before he looks to Jarret. "Happy to be here. Here's hoping we can make a difference, given the odds that seem to oppose you." he nods once to Lillian's words as if he is in complete agreement before glancing to Jarret once more. "I suggest allowing our archers to take to positions in your fort. When next they seek to advance, I will place my warriors before the Fort strategically, while our Serpents form a ring as best they can around the enemy to rain arrow fire upon them. If we can, I'd like to have cavalry flank the enemy…but they are extremely large in number. If they targeted this fort specifically, they must mean to kill you with fervor, Duke Jarret."

-

Jarret nods a little slowly at what's being said. "I believe they have been targeting most of the coast," he says, quietly. "But as for them wanting to kill me, that feeling is quite mutual, even more so after these last few months," he replies. He then looks to Dertan, before he shrugs, "I never claimed I don't understand command," he replies, before he adds, "Only that there are others that know the tactical parts of command much better than me. I was always more of a front line leadership person."

-

"I have been hearing that all of the forts along the great salt are similarly pressed." Dertan comments crisply. "We also do not have a location on their professional cohort yet. It might be worth waiting until our numerical advantage is greater before moving although I do believe we have enough men in position here to clear the blockade around Alnburg with little to no risk of failure. Supplies in all the forts are more than sufficient."

There is a pause as he considers what Jarret said about the tactical parts before giving a short nod. "My understanding is that Viscount Cervantes is a front line commander as well." His eyes track to Cervantes. "That is correct?" He pauses for long enough to get a yay or nay before looking to Lillian. "The Bordeaux troops are primarily support?"

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"Between our two forces, I have no doubt that we can put together a suitable scouting force. And if they have brought professional troupes, we will locate them. I have my own thoughts on whether or not they have, but I will hold off on comment, and await the return of our men." Lillian considered a moment, before she continued, turning her attention to Dertan, "We are fielding three healing troupes, but the main force I brought with me from Barjols are mounted archers, crossbowmen, men at arms, and scouts." She glanced at Jarret, "We make up only a quarter of the total force, but my House is much smaller than my husband's. A fact he has thus far, been kind enough not to point out." Lillian's lips curled into a smile, her tone all humour.

-

Cervantes looks to Jarret with a knowing nod before he glances to Dertan. "I can do both as equally good. Though you are right in the sense that I prefer being on the front lines. Lead by example, not by hiding behind the lines." It's why his soldiers were so undoubtedly loyal. He bled when they did. Though his eyes remain on Dertan for a moment, he chuckles at his wife's words. "A fact I don't like bringing up." Cervantes brought at the very least 1,500 soldiers while Lillian made up the rest. "I bring with me my elite warriors. They may be greater in number to us, but overall, we have a far better quality. Since reports say these are just their slaves, not their official soldiers. The equivalent of an angry mob" he sighs lightly before he nods. "Lets see what we can do."

-

"We have an extensive scouting and communication network already in place and Kaedon fields the best scouts within Galenthia." Dertan tells Lillian before looking to Cervantes "And every man and woman within this force here is a professional of worth." He takes a moment before adding. "I am sure the reason we have not heard news of their location is that they simply haven't been committed to the fight yet. I believe they are waiting for one of us to make the first move. That said. With your arrival I imagine that will be quite soon. Perhaps even tomorrow." He looks to Jarret. "I will gather the officers to a war council so that we can plan properly."

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