(1874-12-02) Morning at Alnburg
Morning at Alnburg
Summary: Cervantes, Lillian, and Jarret discuss the way forward as the siege on Alnburg continues.
Date: 2018-12-02
Related: All siege at Alnburg logs.
NPCs: None
Players:
Cervantes  Jarret  Lillian  

Alnburg Fortress
The fortress, much worse for wear.
IC date of RP

Lillian sat still and silent, having made a space for herself between the soldiers on the wall. She had cleaned most of the gore and grime from her armor, but there was no hope that it would ever be white again. It was a dull, crusted grey, which, was, in its own way not much different from the way the world looked in what light of the morning the thick cover of clouds allowed. The only bright spot of colour was her hair, which still managed to look as brilliantly red as it always did, as she sat in the midst of the lull that had followed the battle waiting for Cervantes to join her.

She did not look over as she heard his approach, though she waited until he was standing beside her to speak. "It is very likely that we are going to die here, husband. Here at the end of the world. Fighting for a Duke we do not follow, fighting in a war that was never ours." She knew Cervantes too well. He was Arkanin, and he would fight to the last man, and she would fight beside him. And die beside him, if it came to that.

-

Cervantes stepped in wearing his robes, his armor already cleaned by his loving wife and hung up on the stands. He favored his side lightly, but he was a tough one. He showed no weakness to his soldiers. The only person he would even consider showing such to was Lillian, who was more precious to him than his very life.

He moved beside her, taking a deep breath. Clearly, despite the amazing healing ability of Lillian, he was still in pain. Such is the nature of wounds. "I know. But there is also the chance we win…and deliver a message to the world that our fangs are sharper than even the teeth of a hundred thousand soldiers." Cervantes didn't look at her, but he made his intention known. He wanted to stay and fight. It did his people, his culture, his wife, and himself proud.

-

Lillian did not protest Cervantes words'. Nor make any attempt to dissuade him from his choice. The choice he was making for both of them, and all of the men and women who had come with them. She had agreed, after all, on the day she had married him to take the sweet as well as the bitter. And it was not, really, that she had lost hope. Or faith. She simply was what she always was. Practical. And she did not believe, nor had she ever, that the One's will was for her to see her way through every battle to victory. That was a hollow hope, in a world that took the righteous and the good as easily as it took the fallen and the evil. All she could do was what duty had decided that she should do. Whatever the outcome.

"The world does like a story to tell at the fireside." Lillian rose from her seat, the lighter armor that she wore, trading off a period of rest with Cervantes not hindering her movement overmuch. She took a long moment, studying his face, the slight edges of tension that he hide well from his soldiers, from the world, but not from her. He was nearly spent. So was she. So were the forces they had brought with them, here far from their lands and all that they loved. But they were not ready to die yet. "Then let us go and find the Duke."


It was during those small hours after the recent battle, where the defenders just barely eked out a victory after slaughtering numerous enemy numbers. After taking a moment to speak with Lillian and getting treated for his wound, Viscoutn Cervantes Arkanin once again donned his armor, scarred only by the slash mark on the side, a wound he still carries from the recent fight, the pair now search for the Duke.

"I wonder what he will have to say. He did not look his best after standing up to such a foe." Cervantes mutters to Lillian, before he howls. "DUKE!" because that's EXACTLY how you find the Duke Sokar.

-

Lillian had not been idle, treating what injured they had managed to salvage and directing the disposal of the bodies as best they could be. There was no room within the fort for a proper pyre, much less for a proper burial, and they had done what could be done for the bodies. None of the enemy corpses had been desecrated. They were better than that, though she did not expect that their enemy treated the western dead with as much respect.

But now the work was done, or at least the soldiers had been set to their duties and Lillian followed Cervantes on his search for the Duke, whom they had not seen during there work. But he had to be about somewhere.

-

It might take a bit of time to find Jarret, depending on where they were looking first. He's in the keep's library, a map over the area on the table. The Duke himself is standing by the window, looking outside with a frown. Keeping silent as he does.

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Well, it wouldn't be silent much longer.

The soldiers stay out of the Viscounts way as he pushes open the doors to the great library that Jarret resided. "Duke. We must hold council." and he walks with Lillian still in tow. "about the future of this battle."

Cervantes stopped about several feet from the Duke, crossing his arms.

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Lillian followed along beside Cervantes, wending their way through the keep until they made their way into the library. She settled comfortably into the space, moving towards the fire to warm her hands. With all of the damage the keep had sustained, it was certainly not as cozy as it might have been in the winter. "We cannot wait to make our decisions."

-

"I know," comes the simple but quiet answer from Jarret, as he looks over towards the others. "We need to figure out our next move, sooner rather than later." He looks between them, studying them both for a few moments. "Suggestions are welcome," he offers.

-

Cervantes looks upon Jarret, perhaps only a little annoyed. "So you mean you weren't coming up with a plan while you stared longingly out the window?" Okay, Cervantes had his moment of being an obvious douchebag. But, then he sighs, and nods. "Agreed. If it were my decision, I'd stay and hold the fort. If we win, we show the world that Galenthia has a front stronger than any force in the world. If we lose? Well, we die with honor, and Galenthia can find better men and women than us to lead the way."

A brief pause.

"But, it is your fort, Duke. You must decide whether or not to abandon it. But I heavily advise you to stay."

-

"It is not enough to hold the fort. We must move, with what forces we can, to take the battle to them. Or at the very least, we must be prepared to leave these walls. A siege will not end in our favour. While we stay here, we fight on their time and on their terms. They will send men against our walls and break down our doors, and we will be slaughtered, as we were in the last battle. We have no mobility here. No chance that we could find their weak places and exploit them. Because they will only send their strongest forces here. Granted, we need time to heal, to rebuild, and to make plans, but if we resolve ourselves only to fight when they come to us, then they will dictate the tone of every battle. We have had to repair one gate. Eventually we will run out of supplies to repair the next, or the one after that. Our stores are not endless. The Viscount Kaedon has taken his forces off to…well, wherever in the hells he's taken them. And I have no hope that he will return. Why would he, when his own forces are more or less relatively safe? So we must do what we can with what strength remains to us.

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Jarret raises an eyebrow as he looks to Cervantes. "Such patience," he remarks, a bit absently, before he offers the man a smile. There's another pause as he nods a little thoughtfully. "I had hoped my conversation with that prince of theirs would make him think, realize someone else is using them…" He goes quiet again, as he looks around the room. "Dertan will be back," he offers, before he adds, "I'm sure of it. His loyalty is strong." He goes quiet again for a few moments as he nods a bit, thinking about what's said. Letting out a bit of a breath. "So, holding the fort, while sending forces out against them?" There's a brief pause as he looks down to the map on the table for a few moments, before he looks back up again.

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Cervantes looks to Jarret as he crosses his arms even still and he shakes his head. "I doubt they much care. Whether someone is using them or not, they still intend to destroy us all. Speaking of Dertan, where in the fuck did he actually go? Why did he go in the first place? Think! If he doesn't come back, and if we leave, you're beyond the point of living. Their numbers are immensely great." he looks to his wife.

"At this point, that may be our best option. I agree with my wife."

-

"We cannot affect a full on attack without Kaedon's forces. What we have here is not enough. We barely have enough to hold the fortress for another assault. Nor do we have enough forces to cover a retreat. And even if we go, we will be running forever. No one will look to Sokar with pride again. Wherever Kaedon has gone, they must return here, and neither Cervantes or myself can order him back. He has no loyalty to us, and from everything I saw of him in the times we met, he sees our forces as nothing but cannon fodder to be thrown to the wolves to save himself and those whom he feels loyalty to. You are the only one who can recall him from wherever he has gone. With his forces, we may be able to make the price they pay in blood enough that they might decide that the cost is too great to continue the assault."

-

"If we run, I have a feeling that getting them away from here will go from very difficult to impossible," Jarret replies, before he frowns a bit as he listens. "Dertan knows he's needed here. And that's one of the reasons I'm quite certain he won't leave." He goes quiet again, before he adds, "Of course, his engineering skills would be a great help in holding the fort." There's a moment of pause as his expression looks a bit distant. "And I was pointing out to that prince that whoever is using them now will turn against them in an instant when they've gotten rid of us…" He looks a bit thoughtful as he drops into his favorite seat, leaning back a bit as he looks around. "If we don't get word from the Kaedon forces by noon, I will send word to him," he says.

-

Cevantes keeps his arms crossed, looking to Jarret as he seems to pause after each thing he says. GOD THIS IS ANNOYING. But, he says nothing for now, but thankfully, Jarret is not a foolish man. He guesses they have perhaps a day or two for the Parthanians to regroup themselves with an army of that size. "Once again, doesn't matter. Prince wants your head." Cervantes narrows his eyes, before he looks out the window. "We could go outside, set stakes and traps around the outside of the fort. Give them reason to leave us be and go home. Take the fight to them in the meantime, and those traps can be the last line of defense."

-

"He won't leave? He isn't even here. Where is your vaulted engineer? He is not within these walls. He has been keeping his forces off the One knows where, while our forces and the forces of his own Duke have been decimated." Lillian rose from where she had settled herself by the fireplace. "Cervantes is right. It doesn't matter. We must make due with what we have, and not rely on aid which might not come. I will take stock of what forces I have remaining, see which of them can assist in scouting and the laying of traps. But I think it the brunt of the work will be for the Arkanin forces, and what men of yours you choose to contribute, Duke Sokar. Your men are more familiar with fighting and working on this terrain than my own." The lands surrounding Rikton were a vastly different animal to these southern lands.

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"Setting traps is the right idea," Jarret offers, before he adds, "Even if they won't kill that many, it'll slow them down which'll help the rest of our troops. He nods at the words about the troops getting to do that. "I'll have people getting ready for it," he promises, before he nods a bit at what's said. "We need to have the right kind of troops attacking their forces. Someone that can get at them with as little losses as possible. I think with their numbers, we can't go head to head with them."

-

Cervantes nods. "I'll send some of my scouts to help. From the looks of things, I'll need all the soldiers I can get. I'll send the Sentinels and the Wolves, with the Halberdiers. I'll leave the spearmen behind in the event that we lose. But the Sentinels Phalanx cannot be overtaken from the front." the formation is legendary. "Only from the sides and from behind. even against such numbers as that. But, I believe if we have half of Lillian's force stay behind as well, and perhaps take her spearmen and some of her mounted archers, we can at the very least hold the line."

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Lillian nods, as she listens to the battle plan. "We will need to send our forces to provide a distraction, at the very least, so that we can lay traps without the enemy seeing what we are doing and immediately moving to disarm them." Whether she was accepting or angry at the potential loss of even more of her forces, which had never been large to begin with well, that did not matter. She had accepted that she might well be marching them to their deaths, her own included. "I will prepare a list of which would be the most capable, you can select the troops you want to bring with your own forces."

-

Jarret nods again as he listens, unable to hold back a small smile. "I'm not sure if I've said so before, but given how you risk your lives here as well, I'm glad that you're here," he offers. Nodding once more, he adds, "Sounds good." That to the list being prepared.

-

Cervantes nods then. "Sounds as if we have a plan." The Viscount looks between Jarret and Lillian. "I suggest we adjourn, that we can get a head start on preparations early. Let history remember we chose to make it so." he smiles to the both of them, before he looks to Jarret. "Don't mention it. Us countrymen should stick together." he smiles, and he turns heel with a flourish of his fur cloak. still seemingly favoring his side just a little bit.

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Lillian only nodded, as she moved to join Cervantes in his departure. "If you will excuse me, Duke Sokar, I need to tend to my husband, as well as my soldiers." There was something pointed in the pitch of her voice as she spoke, as if it were important for her to be clear on that point. Jarret's wife and children might be safe, wherever they were, but her her husband, her family was here, and as likely to die as she was. It was more than a few thousand good men they were risking for the defense of Alnburg.

-

Nodding as he listens, Jarret offers a brief smile. "Yes, we all need to take care. We'll all be needed in the days to come… We will speak again later." He offers them both a nod and a smile before he turns to look outside again for a few moments.

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