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Author Topic: not the words of one who kneels  (Read 117 times)

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not the words of one who kneels
« on: Nov 19, 17, 02:28:58 AM »
Etienne pressed his hands down against the table, his head hanging as he took in the information that had just arrived from one of his fleets. Four ships lost, two returned needing heavy repairs. One perhaps could be sea-worthy in a month, if they had adequate resources and carpenters capable of dedicating their time to the repairs. But he was not operating his Navy under such circumstances. Had he any less control of himself, he would have flung the map and markers from the table where they sat ready for another strategy discussion to rid the ports of the nuisance of this rebellion and straight at the man who had brought him news of the fleet.

Rebellion.

Etienne was attempting to strengthen the territory, and now he was forced to watch it destroy itself from within. He attempted to align them together towards a common understanding - that if they refused to strengthen themselves, they would find themselves in submission to the neighboring lands. It was a fact that these Queens could not understand.

"You're dismissed," he said sharply to the commodore who had just returned. The Queens had caused a near famine in the north with their petty refusal to submit to his leadership. People were starving - his people were starving because these women could not see the larger picture - the greater threat now loomed within as the people were struggling to survive. He needed Chaillot unified, and yet here it stood fracturing and splintering as it waged war upon itself. He lifted his eyes to the map, picking up the marble piece that marked the fleet that had just returned, a fleet that should have been able to bring supplies in now had two ships that limped into port unable to set sail again at least until the following Spring.

He threw the piece into the basket of similar markers of navy that were unused next to the map, moving the red marble piece signifying the resistance into the prominent place outside the southern port.

Etienne still held the support of the Navy, at least most of it. Any open dissension was met with a quick reprimand that allowed him to retain at least the strength of his men. But now it seemed that even they were incompetent in dealing with these women. Where had these Queens obtained a presence in the waters so quickly? This rebellion should have been squelched by mid Summer with minimal loss of life and impact on the people, yet here it was nearing the end of Autumn and he was still dealing with setback after setback.

The doors behind him opened again. He waited for the man to give him the news. A meeting with one of the mercenaries who had come to Chaillot's aid - for Etienne saw himself as synonymous with Chaillot and any future she hoped to have. Good, perhaps he would have better news for Etienne.

"Have him join me in the war room," he said before standing to move around the table, prepared to greet the man when he walked in the door. While Etienne had enjoyed the fineries that his position had afforded him, he had abandoned them almost as soon as news of the rebellion had reached him last Spring. Now he stood looking much like a military commander of the Chaillot Navy, an impression he had hoped would gain support from the people.

Hands clasped behind his back he waited for the man to enter the room, giving a proper incline of his head in greeting when he arrived.

"Prince Maboya - I'm sorry we are not meeting in the audience chamber, but I believe our conversation would be better suited here," he said by way of greeting.

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #1 on: Nov 19, 17, 11:16:19 AM »
"Prince Roux."  Qunedar stepped into the room, and then bent his head.  As a darker Warlord Prince, and a mercenary at that, the Protocol was one of respect.  He knew he did it well.  He'd danced this dance before.  Not often, with Etienne Roux, but he HAD danced this dance before. 

He found in Etienne Roux a male worthy of respect - though he did not agree with some of his decisions.  Killing a Queen for simply disagreeing with him?  Blasphemous.  But he wasn't here to pass judgement on the male and what had caused this little civil war.  He was here to get paid, and to hopefully sail from Chaillot with a ship full of Jewelled Blood that could assist his own homeland.

Rumors suggested that 'purchasing' the Dark Jewels of Chaillot was possible.  While it turned his stomach to participate in what was clearly slavery, he had little choice.  He would free these people once he had them, and he would ask them to help him save his home.  It would be their choice.  A potentially - and catastrophically - expensive choice, but a choice nonetheless.  He would not bring slaves to the shores of Shalador.

Also not something he discussed with Prince Roux.  If he were able to 'purchase' these collared Blood, then their fates were his to decide.  Roux could hardly complain if Qunedar freed them once they were out of Chaillotian waters.

His eyes tipped over the table, studying the maps.  The obvious movements that the Rebellion had managed, and what tides they had gained.  "I see that the battle on the southern shores did not go in your favor."

His hand extended, a rolled up parchment flickering into existence as he moved forward to lay the account open.  "I have captured two ships in the west.  So-called Privateers, though they admitted to running goods for the Queens."  He stepped to the side, his hands clasping in front of him.  His suit was clean pressed, his wings tucked in and draping like a cloak over his shoulders.

Many Chaillotians grew quite nervous at the sight of his wings.  He didn't seem to care.  He didn't seem to find displeasure or enjoyment in their reactions at all.  As far as he was concerned, the attitudes of the Chaillotian people in regards to himself were inconsequential.  He was simply a Captain currently under the command of the Warlord Prince of Chaillot - and so he followed those peaceful rules of engagement to the letter.

Where his own natural inclinations towards enemies was to slaughter them without mercy, he made efforts to cause as little damage as possible.  Where he would simply sink enemy ships to send home the message that such battles were futile, he instead simply disabled them.  Sure, many opponents on those ships died - but not nearly as brutally as he would prefer.

Brutality on the battlefield could win a war - because those who survived or discovered the remains would be disheartened by such sights and be unwilling to continue to pay such a price for victory.  These Chaillotians continued to delude themselves into thinking they could soften the blow of War... on both sides.

"I kept my share of the Privateer's spoils, of course.  The crew is currently unloading the rest on your docks, and repairing our sails.  We will be ready to sail on your orders within the day, if necessary, though I would ask for a three day rest for the crew."  His hands moved to adjust the cuffs of his sleeves, eyes trailing again over the map. 

"If I may so request, Prince Roux?"  He motioned towards the map.  "I would like to see the reports you have on the tidal movements and weather patterns expected this winter before our meeting is concluded.  They will be vital to my crew's strategies on your seas."

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #2 on: Nov 20, 17, 12:20:30 AM »
Etienne watched the man walk into the war room, dark coloring and large inky black wings marking him as clearly foreign to the shores of Chaillot. Still neither of those were quite so unsettling as the deep red jewel he wore, like life's blood pooled in power. It could be felt the air crackling as he stepped into the room, unsettling. Had he been a man of Chaillot he would never have been allowed free roaming, especially in recent years, but it seemed Mother Night had not cursed all lands as she had this one. Blood of other lands had not seemed to have issues with the stability of their darker brothers and sisters, no need for assistance to manage their control as was necessary in this land. And Prince Maboya had shown nothing but absolute control to Etienne.

"Unfortunately yes," he replied to the question honestly. While he was not keen on sharing all his battle strategies with foreigners, he knew that withholding information now would result in a handicapped asset, something they could not afford. Something Chaillot could not afford. "It seems my intelligence agents have underestimated their fleets; a mistake we won't be making again." He had all winter to be reminded of this particular mistake as the repairs were completed.

Irritation had crept into his voice as he spoke. Etienne was not a man naturally inclined to leading a large scale military. A captain of his own ship, yes, or even a small fleet as a commodore - certainly. But he was much better suited for life in the battle rather than behind the lines of safety watching the pieces across the board like a game of chess. It was less like he was incapable, and more that it grated his nerves to be trapped in such a manner; he could be of more use leading his men.

But that wasn't what was important at present. He listened to the man's report, stepping forward to look at the parchment laid on the table. This Prince had a distance to the situation, though it perhaps came from not being at war with his own people. After this war he could set sail and return to where ever he came from. But he was doing good work for Chaillot, and for that, Etienne was grateful.

"No food supplies it seems," he commented, making note of the items that were procured in his mind as well as what he could recall of the distribution. He had hoped there would be food and supplies enough for the people, but that seemed it would never be, a dream that taunted him at every turn. How was he ever going to get these people through a winter?

"I'll have copies of the tide reports brought before you leave; you can take them with you to your ships," he said, sending a quick communication thread to a servant, requesting a copy of the papers. He would not cripple an asset over something trivial as information; now he would not be handing him records of his fleet movements.

"I'm waiting on news from two of my faster ships; they are expected by the end of the week," he spoke only to mention. "I will be waiting on the figures from their runs before we make our next move. You and your men can take your rest." An easy concession. Besides, if he was able to keep the working conditions well, it would be less likely that he would abandon the cause when Etienne needed to rely on his crew.

"What was done with the crew of these privateering ships?"

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #3 on: Nov 20, 17, 12:53:09 AM »
"There were minimal supplies aboard the ships, sadly.  Only enough for their crews to last a few weeks.  That being said - some of those goods are luxuries.  You might be able to buy food for your people with such goods in Dhemlan or Raej."  His eyes were looking over the map, studying with a focus that proved just why he was so very good at what he did.

A Landen with an eye for the weather and tides could be a terrifying force on the sea.  A male like him?  Even more so.  He studied the placements of the resistance, and then he picked up the piece that represented the Blockade.  The Resistance had managed to blockade most of the major ports... and running supplies past them could prove an absolute pain.

Which meant that left them with but one option.  They needed to break the Blockade.  It would be costly to manage... if done in typical Naval fashion.  To do otherwise, however, would require permission to deviate from the rules of engagement that he'd been forced to hobble himself with.

He set the piece for the Resistance back into place before turning his eyes towards Prince Roux again.  His crew would be more than happy to have a few days to relax after the last few battles.  There was only so much games aboard a ship could manage. 

What was done with the crew of these privateering ships?

"There were some losses during the takeover of these ships... but three quarters of the enemy crew are alive and locked within their brigs.  They are also under guard, no fewer than three guards at a time to make sure they do not have tricks."

His hands went back to clasping in front of him.  "Wounds amongst the prisoners have been Healed enough to ensure they do not endure unnecessary pain or infection.  Their dead were given sea burials."  What little remained of them, anyways.  Qunedar had killed more than a few on his own.  It had been a pleasant enough experience.  Not as much as he'd rather endure - but better than nothing.

Hell, at this rate, Zyanya was going to get bored.  The thought made the corner of his lip twitch upwards before he settled his eyes on Etienne again.  "I have never ruled a Territory, Prince Roux.  Yet a male does not need to rule a Territory to know that Civil Wars are rough on the people.  If it would not offend,d Prince Roux - it seems to me you wish to win this war and cut the Rebellion off at its knees - to do so you must find a way to earn the People's hearts.  This war would be easier to end if you could obtain the names and locations of the land based Rebellion troops and smugglers. You will need the cooperation of your population to get such information with any real degree of success.  If you are willing to unshackle my crew from the stringent rules of engagement, we can start making headways on the seas at a faster pace.  Combine the two efforts, and the Lady Moreau and Lady Rousseau will have no troops to send against you.  You will win your war, and be able to exile the Queens who have fought against you."  He could not bring himself to suggest killing Queens.. especially in a land that did not have nearly so many that they could justify such deaths.

He motioned towards the Blockade.

"These ships are obvious targets.  They feel safe because of their numbers.  If you were to loan me two or three of your ships to assist, we can put a large dent in that Blockade within one or two battles."

He motioned at one of the current markers.  "For now, this tide will act in our favor.  It will continue to do so for at least another three weeks.  I can ensure that our ships take every eddy, every gust of wind, and outmaneuver the enemy.  I can ensure the crews shield against the worst of canon fire, and then we can board the ships and commandeer them for your own forces."

"The leading officers of the ships we take would be executed for their treason.. and your mercy would be noted for the allowance of their crew's continued lives."

It was brutal, and it was efficient.  Just the way he preferred to end battles.

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #4 on: Nov 23, 17, 12:57:37 AM »
Etienne had already begun thinking of purchasing food supplies from other territories, though he was loathe to do anything that would highlight the weakness of Chaillot. If the other Territories realized that she was weak, would they take it as an invitation to increase their own power through war? Chaillot could not survive a blow from the outside when she was fracturing from within. Beyond that, if he did manage to procure supplies, there was no guarantee that they would return to port unhindered as the rebellion was clearly gaining momentum and power. If they took the supplies for themselves, then it would only be empowering his enemies. The decision was one he had spent time contemplating, but had yet to succumb to the necessity of it.

Etienne nodded his head as the man spoke of what had been done with the crews. He could not have them returning to the rebellion in order to attack him again in a months time. He would have the men moved to internment on land so the ships could be utilized by those officers whose ships had been damaged. At least it would keep his men supported, though it was more mouths to feed that he was responsible for.

His eyes flashed back to the Prince when he spoke again, begging pardon for any offense at his words. Etienne allowed him the insolence; he knew he was not all knowing, nor was he even confident in his ability to lead a war on this massive scale, not without destroying his land in the midst of it. Chaillot's Navy was accustomed to naval games and wars outside its borders. It had not in memory been so crippled by the desire to do little harm yet still win the battle. What the man said made sense, and Etienne hated that it did. He was a man who was prepared to make the difficult decisions for his people - had already claimed the Territory despite his preference for the seas in order to keep his people safe. Yet Etienne was not a man who could earn the people's hearts. He was far from eloquent, though he had learned the protocol of courts since returning. Still, winning people over to his point of view was not one of his strengths, as evidenced by the fact that these two women - these Queens could not see how desperately he wanted to strengthen Chaillot. Rather, they focused their attention on the fact that he was a male, a Warlord Prince with no ties to a Queen, and they could not follow him.

"I don't want to see them exiled. Mother Night knows I don't. I need these damned Queens to sustain the land." And he hated himself for needing them. But Etienne had no desire to be a tyrant, not if it could be avoided. Though at present if he could feed the land, if he could sustain it so his people could survive, he would have no issues killing these women for what they had done to Chaillot, and the pain they were bringing her. He looked at the man for a moment, taking in the weight of the words he had spoken. He looked back at the map before him, his eyes lingering on the land in a way it hadn't before. There had been an unspoken understanding between the Ladies Rousseau and Moreau and Etienne. They would wage their war upon the seas, leaving the land untouched by the pain and destruction of war.

"We won't wage war on land. If we were to attack even key locations alone, it would open the doors for full war across Chaillot. Too much of the land is barren. I cannot risk destroying what little land is producing and damn my people to generations of rebuilding." If information could be found on where the rebellion fleets were hold up, however, it could benefit them and even strand parts of the fleet. "Though I will send scouts overland to determine the ports of origin for their fleets. Perhaps if we destroy the ports, it would cripple their ships and give the advantage we need on the seas."

It was the compromise he would give on land. The next part was a bit more difficult. These terms would keep his mercenaries from being unhindered; they had a separation that killing these crew would not be a conflict within them - these were not their people, brothers and sisters they had served alongside before the territory fractured its allegiances. Etienne was himself crippled by his desire to unify the territory, to unify the people. It was a naive notion, he knew, yet to give the order was something

"Consider you and your crew unshackled," he said after a moment's pause, the words hard as steel as they were given. The brutality of what he was allowing was not lost on him, but Etienne was growing desperate to end this war before the next spring. The people could not withstand a prolonged civil war. "I'll send you three of my best ships complete with skeleton crews of three more for when you commandeer these rebel ships. I expect to hear news of your success."

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #5 on: Nov 23, 17, 10:58:34 AM »
Prince Etienne Roux did not enjoy needing the advice.  It was a good thing indeed that Prince Qunedar Maboya had no intention of remaining in Chaillot when this war was finished.  For a multitude of reasons, really.  He spoke of his insights only because the sooner this war ended, the sooner he might be able to obtain the Jeweled Blood he desired. 

"What you choose to do with the Queens is your business, Prince Roux.  It is my business to give you the opportunity to make that choice."  He plucked up the token for his ship, and hten three more.  With a twist of his hand, he set them at the major port.  The one most affected by the Blockade.

The shackles for the Blade were being unlocked.  It had a smile crossing his face, and his face became a bit more animated.  The unshackling of his hands, as it were, enabled him to prove just why he and his crew were such an asset.

"I will crack this blockade here... There will be a great deal of blood in the water by the time we retake the Harbor.  Your three ships that you send with me will remain behind to guard the Harbor while you decide whether to reinforce them or not."

He set those three ships in place, then took his and set it further out to sea.  "The Blade will allow one ship to run.  Then we will follow them."  He raised his eyes, those dark orbs settling on Prince Roux' own eyes.  "When they get in sight of their own reinforcements... I will end them.  THAT ship, I'm afraid, will not be available for you when I am done.  A message must be sent - an arrow to teh hearts of those that fight for these Queens.  Up until that moment, they know that they might survive even in a lost battle."

He removed the token for the 'ship' that he would destroy.  "They will realize that they face oblivion, Prince Roux.  Shaladorans do not typically take prisoners of war.. and so very few are willing to war with Shaladorans.  A taste of Shaladoran strategy on the seas will likely crack the morale of your enemies.  If they do not outright leave the Queens, they will be more cautious.  There will be blood in the water.. and your sharks may take up the hunt."

He nodded to the left, where the token for the Pirate's Noose lay waiting.  "Your ship, the Noose, I think it was called?  They will be a handy partner for pinching the supply ships that the Queens will send out afterwards.  The Queens will have to be able to prove they can still fight effectively, supply their people effectively.  We will remove their ability to do so, as a demonstration to those with wavering loyalties."

He looked satisfied.  "We will starve them of their fighters, until they have no choice but to bend the knee."

This was what he was trained for, excelled in.  He bloody loved his strategy games.  And really, that was all this war was.  A strategy game.  Prince Roux was a warrior, and a fine one from what he'd learned. But he had the heart of a warrior, not a strategist.  "Provided that they don't manage to find a few Dark Jewels to assist them.. I think we can have this war ended by Spring, provided you approve of the strategy."

His eyes lifted again, studying the Prince's face.  "And then, Prince Roux, perhaps you will be able to help my people."

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #6 on: Dec 05, 17, 03:37:15 AM »
Etienne watched the Prince move pieces across the board, his mind assessing the strategy that was presented to him. It was a sound movement that was being suggested, sound preparations and actions, though they were a bit more merciless than Etienne had intended. But the Warlord Prince of Chaillot was desperate to keep his people from falling apart - desperate to win the war so he could move on to building Chaillot into a Territory to be reckoned with. A territory others would never dream of setting their greedy eyes upon.

The man closed his eyes for a moment as he allowed the information to sink into his mind. One ship destroyed. One ship's crew sacrificed for the good of Chaillot. Though they were his enemy, it was still his own people that he fought. He pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose as he let the weight of the decision fall upon him. He would not make this call without recognizing the sacrifice he was making - the line that was to be crossed in this war. If this Prince Maboya was as successful as he was promising himself to be, it would change the war, perhaps not for the better. Blood in the water, unnecessary death on his hands. Etienne had not intended to exercise power over his people in cruelty, and yet he was about to sentence an entire crew to their deaths, likely a crew with men he knew if rumors of deserters from the Navy could be believed.

Resolve steadied his heart. Opening his eyes, he stared once more at the board.

"Let it be done," he gave the command. "You will need to cut the ship off from the shore. The Navy trains its men to be strong swimmers - if you're within sight of land, there will likely be many men who survive the blasts who can swim the distance to land." Even if they weren't within sight of land, a few could still likely make the swim. And if the men on the ship were not from the Navy, those who were raised on the coast of the island were often swimming before they could walk - at least that had been his experience - and if they were forcing his hand to cruelty, he would not do it partially.

"I'll order the Captain of the Noose to be prepared to sail upon news of your success, and I'll send the Harrow to run routes and assist." He did not respond to the comment about the Queens perhaps finding a dark jewel to assist them. Finding a dark jewel who could sail in Chaillot was almost non-existent, especially if they were not utilizing the collars. But the Warlord Prince was already intending to visit the Dark Haven to secure their support in the war. He would need to send a missive to the director to arrange a meeting; the Queens could not gain that support behind them. But Prince Maboya did not need all the information.

"If we end the war as you say, I'll have the ships and men to spare to aid your people," he said, though refrained from promising anything more. If the war dragged on or they suffered great casualties, he would be unable to spare the men and leave his territory undefended. He would not simply win the war to throw away his defense to protect another. "But we will discuss the terms of the deal after assessing the damages of this war." He would not leave his people defenseless. If he was satisfied, however, he would send some of his best ships to aid the man.

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Re: not the words of one who kneels
« Reply #7 on: Dec 08, 17, 12:46:15 AM »

He did not shift his weight impatiently as the Warlord Prince of Chaillot weighed the strategy he had just laid out.  Nor did he fill the air with fumbling attempts at a secondary plan.  If the male chose not to follow his advice, he could offer separate ideas to solve this conundrum.

He wasn't going to have the male floundering across multiple plans without need, however.  A sound strategic mind needed focus, discipline... each a trait that he knew this particular employer held.  True, Etienne Roux was not known for being a strategic genius - he was known for being a good commander. 

The difference, in this case, was not so large. 

Let it be done. 

His wings flexed, just a little, though they did not rise off his shoulders.  He was quite happy that the Prince was seeing things his way.  The decimation of a single ship was a small price to pay, in the end, for Territorial stability.

"I have noticed that your people are admirable swimmers, Prince Roux.  Though I do not think we will have to worry over much about such swimmers reaching shore."  He said it simply, his eyes resting on Etienne's face.  His crew hadn't been able to show off their skills, not really.  THIS assignment would both ensure that his strategy was successful AND it would allow him to demonstrate the might of the Shaladoran naval forces.

When swimmers hit the water, they would not be alone.  His own crew would dive into the seas, and they would take care of the swimmers personally.  He would be amongst them.  It was his way.  He never asked his Crews to accomplish anything he himself could not perform.  And he enjoyed showing them that he was not the sort of Captain to remain safely on deck during a battle.

Normally, when Etienne met with him, Qunedar was quiet and reserved.  The picture of self-control.  In the moment that Etienne offered aid, however... he smiled.  It was a small one, easily missed.  For a male that did not often show emotion at a war table, however, it was noticable.

"Of course."  He inclined his head to acknowledge the Prince's requirements for such aid, his eyes turning back to the strategic map.  "If it would please you, Prince Roux, I invite you to dine with me on the Blade this evening.  You seem the sort to enjoy a ship beneath your feet, and I could use an opponent in Chess."

Those eyes lifted, once again settling on Chaillot's Warlord Prince.  "Of course, if you dislike chess, I offer the invitation purely so that you may get out of the office.  Even the most staunch of strategists need fresh air."

 

 

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