(1876-06-01) A War Council
A War Council
Summary: Atreis calls a meeting of the allied forces.
Date: 2020-06-01
Related: Civil War and Endings plots generally.
NPCs: Lady Marissa d'Allisone, NPCed by Snoopy, A Knight of Eosphora, also NPCed by Snoopy
Players:
Alia  Atreis  Elian  Myrana  Sylvain  

An Inn
Upscale, full of too many people.
1876-06-01

The Stonewall had called court. A little unexpected maybe, but it is certainly something that might need doing. She has taken over a rather well to do Inn, and summoned her Lords and lades who are in support of her, but more specifically she ahs summoned her war leaders. She sits at the head of a long table in a cleared common room in a decently ornate chair by the Hearth. She looks at those who enter and gestures to the table.

"My Lords, My Ladies. Welcome to my first Court. I will not mince words. I am not here to decide policy today, we're in a war for our Kingdom and the World. This is a planning step. We are here to decide when to move on Bennide and then move to strike at Elder's Eye. So my Lords, my Ladies, I would hear your words. And the words of our Allies in this fight." She spreads her arms. "Speak freely. But be warned I will suffer no insults amongst ourselves. This is a civil discussion, though we be in discussion of the Civil War that ravages our beloved Kingdom, we ourselves shall remain Civil." She nods once. "Speak."

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Alia was not a Lady of Aequor, nor, was she, strictly speaking, an Ally of the Princess al'Ramar. But the world was small, and her interests, in this instance, coincided with the interests of the Stonewall, if only in that they both desired to reach Benide and Elder's Eye. And so, here came the Princepsa of the Vir Sidus Empire, her usual cadre of guards arrayed around her, as well as a pair of stewards. Alia, after offering a curtsey that was all courtesy to the Princess, took a seat at a free table, the small imperial contingent quite content to settle together.

-

While he's not really thinking he's someone that could offer much in the way of military planning, Sylvain knows that being present will probably be a good thing, and so he's making his way inside, glancing around for a few moments, before he steps further inside, in the general direction of where the Princess is. Letting others approach first, should they feel the need to. He looks to Alia and her group, offering them a polite nod as well.

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The Lady Marissa d'Allisone stands and curtsies to the assembled lords and ladies. She is in partial armor, a mail shirt over a riding dress and scale vambraces. On the table are pleated demi-gauntlets that show nicks and scratches of a competent swords-woman. On her hip is a Longsword with a matching Gladius strapped next to it. When she straightens, her grey eyes scan the room carefully as she speaks. "Your Highness. Assembles Lords and Ladies and Knights of the Stonewall. Some of you may know me, for those that do not, I am the Lady Marrissa d'Allisone, Knight of House d'Allisone and of Aequor. My Banner was raised for my Duchess and for Esphora, but now serves her Highness. I have fought al'Callenta incursions to a stand still and never on the back line. However, I fear Benide." She shakes her head. "It is impregnable. For nearly one hundred years it stood against near constant assault from the Icenalians. Before that, no force in the Kingdoms could touch it. Therefor I propose we move to a strategem of Containment against the Order of the Rose and Shield, and simply move south around the Fortress. Then we strike for Elder's Eye much as Gendiel did to squash the d'Kemp rebellion."

-

What is Myrana d'Armaz doing here, rather than her husband? She remains in her chair but idly pents her fingers against the wooden arms, bracelets shifting back from her wrists with a muted clatter. It's well known that she herself is no military strategist, but she watches as d'Allisone rises, and its clear that she's actively listening, and likely committing all that's said to memory. And though it is a war Court, she herself is dressed in a deceptively simple kirtle of deeply luxurious black velvet that swallows up the sound of her hitching one knee up over the other without so much as a rustle.

"That seems practical," she offers to d'Allisone's strategy. There's an open journal on her lap and she reaches out to one of her attendant Hunter knights, who puts a quill obligingly into her hand. "There is certainly no way into it that would not cost us dearly, and we have little time to siege, do we?"

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Alia, who listened in respectful silence while those who had more invested in the fight for Aequor than she, took the time to consider the situation before she spoke up, rising from her seat. "With your permission, Princess, a question. And my apologies if my information is incorrect or out of date. The matters of Aequor do not often reach the Empire timely. Has anyone discovered the precise reason why the Icelanials departed Benide without any attempt to fight the forces of Aequor? Just as surely as anyone seeking to besiege the fortress would have a most difficult time of it, surely it would have been a bastion of safety for the Icenalians. Did they depart because they simply saw it as a fortress outside of their lands they did not care to fight to hold? Or did they make some truce or alliance with the forces now holding the fortress? Are we certain of what their allegiances are, and if we should be concerned about attack from that quarter should we move along the lnd near to those that they control?"

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"But do we have the forces to contain Benide?" Atreis asks looks at first the Lady d'Allisone and then to Myrana. "The Order is strengthened by the Cardinal and his Guard, as well as by the individual Banners of House al'Ramar." As Alia asks her question Atreis gestures toward her. "The answer from the Ice Queen was simple and to the point; This is not our war, and we will not risk another eighty year Crusade to wipe us out." She shakes her head. "Basically, Queen Kyrena left to avoid provoking Aequor either now, or for after the War."

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Sylvain frowns a little as he listens, expression rather thoughtful. "Makes sense for the Icenalians to save their strength," he offers a bit sofdtly as he hears Atreis' reply to Alia. "Both to avoid getting caught up in a war, but also in case they will get caught by it at some point in the future, to make sure they will have the chance to avoid picking a side until they know their pick is a good one."

-

Elian is not long off the dirigible and still clad in the somewhat battered protection of his heavy lorrica and the fact his hair is still tied back in a simple ponytail. His eyes flick around the various notables, taking stock of their positions, expressions and words, but he's yet to share more than a simple greeting with anyone here. Finally he decides to speak. "I dont believe we can afford to bypass the fort entirely, although Lady d'Allisone makes a strong argument. However we could simply leave a sieging force behind and continue straight to Elder's Eye with the remainder of your forces. As much as I would like to see us assault and take the walls, I doubt it is worth the price."

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Alias dipped her head, as she listened to Atreis' answer, "Then should the forces move past Benide they will have to worry after only one enemy at their backs." That seemed to satisfy Alia for the moment, and she settled back down to allow the conversation to continue on around her without her interruptions. The Tribune's late arrival drew her attention, but he was soon in the middle of the discussion.

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"The Bandit Knight's approval is appreciated Sir Elian." d'Allisone states calmly with no hint of malice, and perhaps a small seasoning of salt. "Your Highness, the Knight makes a valid argument as well. If we siege the Fortress, we should contain a sizable portion of the Order, and possibly that portion could contain their commanding officers." She nods once. "It … could work. We'd need artillery, and we'd have to convince them we mean to siege the place properly. If they realize it's a simple containment they could sweep out in a sally and hit us hard, or worse, al'Ramar and or the Cardinal's Guard could arrive and trap us between the walls and both forces." She considers. "It bares thinking your Highness."

Atreis for her part listens and then nods once. She looks to Alia. "Princepsa. Since I know your Princeps is concerned with the safety of the world, could your Colonia spare a portion of the Paras Legion? We might need their expertise in Elder's Valley. I would prefer some portion of the Thirteenth, as it is as I understnad it one of the last Vir Sidus Legions still in full function, but I think your Princeps will be saving them for whatever plans he has East."

-

Myrana twiddles the quill between her fingers, twirling it slowly from pinky to index, and then back again. There are inkstains on that hand already and likely have been for hours if not days, but she pays her visibly black fingers no mind. "Any force meaning to take Elder's Eye will have Benide looming behind them all the while."

"I believe we may count Queen Kyrena as, at least, a true enemy of the Cardinal," she says, nodding to Alia. "The Icenailans have been mishandled by the Man in Red, and they will never be friends to the Witchhunters." Of her and Ramius' terrible decision to give Benide to the Icenailans she says nothing, but lowers the pen finally to paper and writes something down in unhurried script.

-

As she was addressed, Alia rose, waiting until there was some quiet into which she could answer the Princess, turning so that she could both address Atreis and be heard by the gathered folken. "I am only the vanguard, Your Highness. Even as we gather here, the Princeps marches to join me. He brings with him two cohorts of the Legio Thirteenth and two cohorts of the Legio Paras which he has dedicated to the cause of reaching Elder's Eye. A cohort from my own auxillia accompany them."

-

Elian points out. "Even if that besieging force is destroyed to a man it will still cost fewer lives than a hurried assault on Benide." As he watches Alia to see the response on Vir Sidus involvement in this conflict he leans to quietly ask whoever got stuck next to him. "Is that what they call me these days?"

-

Sylvain frowns as he listens, eyes narrowed in thought. He doesn't say anything for now, just listening and observing.

-

The Knight, one of Esphora's from the colors he wears snorts. "It's what you are. Yes." He states very clearly giving what he thinks of Elian's actions against his Duchess.

Atreis nods to Alia. "The Colonia has my thanks, and I suspect the Empire as well." She bows her head to the Princepsa. She nods to Myrana. "Then I ask you and your Husband to beg them to help us with benide. They may want to avoid a war, but the end of the World is something else entirely. If they distrust this Man in Red, this Powerful Man or Michael or whatever the Fuck this Vitch is calling himself, then they can help us prevent his voctory and the burning of the world."

Then she looks to Sylvain. "Brother." She states calmly. "You have not declared for me, but you have not declared, at least publicly, for our Parents. So I ask you, where you stand in this matter. I have allowed you to sit thus far so you see my intentions. I will be plain though. I would rather have you with us, than against us."

-

Myrana rises from her chair and bows to the princess, jewelry tinkling and her braid sweeping the floor of the warm inn as she holds the journal off to the side. "It will be done, highness."

-

Elian nods when his quiet question his answered and goes back to listening to the discussion going on between Myrana, Atreis and Sylvain. By the time Myrana has finished giving her response he is starting to look pleased.

-

There's a brief pause as he hears his sister's instructions for Myrana, before Sylvain hears the words to him. "While it pains me to have to make such a choice in the first place, as it would pain most people to have to make a choice like that, the facts remains, sister," he replies, watching her carefully for a few moments. "When my life was in danger, you were the one who came to my rescue. That alone would be enough, but with what's behind this situation, it makes it much more clear to me that the only good choice is to stand with you." He looks around the room for a few moments. "I must admit that I had considered the thought of sneaking back to find a place where an arrow could remove the tainted influence, but I know things would not be that easy." He offers another smile, before he looks to Myrana again for a few moments, then back to Atreis. "As for the Icenalians, do we know if they are aware that there's far more at stake than just another war? And if they doubt it, or are not even aware, how could we prove it to them?"

-

Having given her answer, Alia returned to her seat. if she noticed the frowns or whisperings around her, she gave no sign. She was certainly no stranger to the distrust which plagued the Empire, nor the remnants of the air of 'traitor' that those who knew her small house leveled on the shoulders of those who had once owed allegiance to Aequor. She seemed to have her attention mainly for the Princess and those who were speaking to the issue at hand.

-

Atreis visibly sighs in relief. She smiles for the first time in a long time and actually offers her hand to Sylvain in that way that only siblings can do. Squeezing it if it is taken and bowing her head over it in a silent and fast prayer of thanks. She then sits down again and looks over the room. "Hearing that the Empire is sending such a force led by the Princeps himself is … relieving. I ask only out of understanding and mean no insult to the Empire." She looks to Alia, and then asks it, "Will the Empire leave Elder's Eye once it is liberated, or will it claim it for the Colonia?"

Many of the Lords and Ladies appear to be asking the same thing in their heads.

Once she has that answer she will look to Myrana. "Dear Sister of my heart. Please, make sure that the Ice Queen is aware of what is coming, and why. Any help they can send will be appreciated, and could turn the balance in the World's favor." She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Who knew saving the world would be so bloody flaming political eh?"

Then she looks to Elian. "Sir Elian. Prepare the vanguard. Once the Empire arrives, you will be our side's Vanguard and it will be your command. Work with the Empire, as soon as they are here and rested, we are marching for Elder's Eye."

-

Myrana is surprised by Sylvain's strange reflection that he had thought to shoot his parents, and it shows in her face as she straightens from her bow to look at the prince. Her mouth opens- but she shuts it quickly, and folds her arms around the journal instead, collecting her thoughts.

"If I may be bold, your highness;" she says to Sylvain. "Pray to the One for our success, and that Proof will not be needed."

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Elian bows as he's given the order. "I'm honored, Your Highness. Thank you for your trust." As he straightens he looks across to Alia, waiting to see her answer to the larger question.

-

Once again, Alia rose to her feet, her tone polite, as though this were the most normal of conversations, which, perhaps for the woman who was once of Aequor, but who had pledged her heart and perhaps her soul to the Empire, it was, "The Empire has no interest in laying any claim to Elder's Eye. The Empire marches to do what it can to fight for the good of the world." She looked out towards the eyes and faces which were turned to her, "I know that to many of you, the Empire is nothing more than a conquering army. I know also, that few, if any of you have ever taken the time to speak to any of us in the empire to learn of our intentions. I cannot change what you feel or what you believe if you will not meet us halfway. I say to you now, that the Empire fights to save more than itself. It fights, as you all are fighting, for the salvation of the world and all of the lives in it. As we fought to save the West from the scourge of the Qatunax. That was one war. This is a greater one."

-

Sylvain takes his sister's hand as it's offered, squeezing it as well. He smiles in return to her, before letting go and seating himself again. There's a smile offered to Myrana. "Pray for the best, but find some way to prepare for the worst," he offers to her, a bit quietly.

-

The Princess bows her head. "Thank you Princepsa. I know that question ahd to be frustrating for you." She looks around the room. "Then we have our tasks. Lady Sir Marissa d'Allisone, I task you to organize the Siege of Benide. I will keep the Cardinal's Guard's and al'Ramar forces with our regular forces. Sir Elian will lead one thousand of my soldiers plus his own as the Vangaurd to Elder's Eye. The Empire is sending a considerable force to support, and I imagine the Zymarch Ramius Arran will be arriving with Gendial Forces to take Elder's Eye once again, possibly with support form Icenailia if Myrana Arran's mission to them goes well." She nods once. "We have a plan then my Lords and Lady's. Let us see it done, and pray we may defeat whatever it is this so called Powerful man is plotting."

-

"Indeed," Myra nods to Sylvain, a sort of shadow passing over her face at that. But she seems grimly confident, or at least determined.

As the Princepsa speaks, Myrana turns to listen, giving her full attention. Soon though she favors Alia with a rare smile among all the hard and suspicious faces of the Aequoran court, one that tugs at the corner of her mouth before curving at the rest of it. Ramius, it must be said, has had a terrible affect on the onetime rather more muted Armaz, who doesn't seem to notice or care that one of her own knights gives her a rather stressed side-eye for her lack of reserve.

"Well said," she says. "There are oceans of fish to cast after, but only one of them is going to swallow us at once!"

-

Elian weighs Alia as she makes those statements but doesn't show any particular opinion at what she says. He does smile at Myrana's fish comment but luckily, this time, Elian's content to mostly keep his mouth shut and study the various parties who make up Atreis' Stonewalls.

-

Alia nodded, saying nor more on the topic of how the West viewed the Empire. Instead, she simply glanced to the small contingent she had come with, "We will return to our camp and make preparations for the Princeps' arrival and ensure that out stores will be ready when we have need of them." Almost as one, the Imperials nodded, before they all rose to their feet, awaiting only the Princess' leave to depart for the duties ahead.

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Atreis nodded to the room and stood as well. "Then let us be about our business good Nobles. By the grace of the One we will see this bastard defeated, and hopefully with that, free my Parent's from his grasp and restore our nation to it's glory." She takes a breath and lets it out slowly. "You are all dismissed to your tasks. Go with the One and may your shields hold strong against our foes."

-

Sylvain listens in quiet to what's being said, nodding a bit as he does. Studying the various people for a few moments.

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