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Post by Carlos on May 25, 2016 19:56:49 GMT -6
Tres cleared his throat, not paying any mind to all the back and forth.
"The Curving Blade will provide troops. Provided you use your combined influences to legitimize us in the eyes of the King. As well as compensation in the form of Eastern Deepwater Rice seedlings and the labor needed to set them up in our swamp. If you accept. We will return to our Council and begin mobilization of our forces." Tres said simply without pause or consideration.
Cero stepped forward, standing beside him. "We're a simple people. If you don't accept. We will not come to you again. You will come to us and our requests will not be so mundane." She said this in a stern tone and met the eyes of any that would meet hers. Though young, there was something feral behind the control in her eyes. Both waited for an answer. Ready to leave at once.
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Post by Pitman on May 26, 2016 20:30:25 GMT -6
Turning to James on the matter Asher soon began to think the way the region would be handled from here out. Though from the smug look of James and how he possibly thinking made Asher truly wonder if he was truly on their side. Of course he has been generous as one point which likely apart of his image just like how Asher's own image looks to others which brought about what was real and what was fake? Hearing of who will lead the Council Asher soon replies, "That would be Jorge here, on the sole fact he is more experienced then I in ruling an actual region. Another positive unlike me he knows of other clan leaders of other regions, not to mention he is very well loved by his own people in both Wyvernmill and Magnes Port. Add to the fact he is native Paemirian unlike the Council which are mostly not of the region except a few would also gain trust of the people."
Jorge turned to Asher with a look like was he truly serious with him being the Acting Governor until the Duchess becomes of age. Of course giving the Duchess was Jorge's idea not Asher who was completely against it due to one sole fact he has paid attention to Gransela Region. Though they are currently in good graces of the King and listen to him, if one pays attention to notice his Clan's current rise to power was troublesome. For now they do not expand as much or lack therefore now but the day when the King dies. Well he was not sure if the younger Crown Prince Kylan would be able to stop the Lord of the Granselan region.
Turning back to Cadan he soon replies, "Lord Kasorymor it is not hard to guess what you like especially after researching all the clans of the entire nation the last 8 years. From the way you all rule I can tell how much your personality is to an extent, though I been wrong plenty of times before. Its simply a gamble to guess what you would like, so happens it worked this time."
Jorge was the one who answered this question, "For the Nobility that are missing or dead, it would best to give temporary governing by the planned Acting Governor until we can find the next of kin who owns the land. After all if the lord or his immediate family are missing or dead its best to have the next in line to take control as to tradition of the realm."
Once again tradition which would be expected by those of the aristocracy, old ways that simply have worked for generations upon generations.
"Reputation? Paemir already lost it a long time ago you know. If the Duchess goes to another region to be educated and safer then what it is now? Reputation loss if it serves Paemir and the realm better would be better.", Jorge then turned to answer about the Duchess which showed you at least how Jorge thought.
The Good of the people and safety for a better future is more important then one's pride or prestige.
Keiana own eyes narrowed as her younger sister began to talk above her actual age. It always something to see someone who normally wouldn't deal with such politics talk in a way much older. She did hit the nail almost exactly but other regions compelled her to act now as Princess.
"I am very much calm dear sister, lets think about this for a second. Putting one region over another? This region borders along the Empire itself and would be the front lines if war occurs. Of course someone like us who never lives in that region would simply state they are good only for defending us and that is their job. But Sister it is not their only job, if a region suffering by a Council which was given power by our father, when the Empire comes what then? Will they defend us like they should or will they simply open the gates in revenge and allow them free pass? You think Gransela alone is mighty enough but in truth they are only a small part of this nation. Even if they go and defend us who will suffer the most? Of course this entire situation has gotten worse due to the death of our uncle and we the royal clan not paying attention as much as we should.", Keiana soon told her sister.
When hearing James own agreement though his own concessions on the matter Asher eyes narrows and then replies, "I can agree everything up until the point of the Council. The Council will be tried by the people of Paemir and no one else. Their lives will be in the hands of Paemirians and what they deserve will be dealt by Paemirians."
Jorge turned to Asher with a hard look that meant do not do what he thought he was going to do. Asher after all current life goal was purely revenge and nothing lawful about it. Walking up to Asher he soon says, "We cannot simply do what you wish, it would look like it will be completely staged. Why not... give it to the crown to decide instead?"
Asher looked to Jorge his face unchanging but internally he was cursing everyone in the room for this. His life was to kill the Council, with his own hands which would amount to murder but to him he didn't care. They murdered his entire family he deserves to murder them back. Well this is happening Keiana soon hears her sister own offering which she soon replies, "Why sister... I didn't know you were into trading of property? Except did you forget the houses are the royal family and not mine to give? I may use them once in a blue moon but you are legally allowed to live in them as well."
Keiana suspect something was being planned by Gransela and she wondered if he was the one putting these things into her sister's mind. Or did her sister got so caught up with Lord Gransela she is working with him?
With that exchange before anything else could be stated Asher soon says, "The Crown... the Crown will decide the fate of these men."
Which meant Jorge convinced Asher to a point even if he hated the idea completely.
As the the final thing Asher soon says, "Most forts within Paemir have been abandoned as most of the Securitate instead rules over towns directly and with barracks within each of these towns. As for fighting strength we only currently number 4000... with most of it scattered all over the region. Of course most of the army itself is either retired or left Paemir completely. I hear some went as mercenaries in the southern Front with the Empire, some went to your region Lord Gransela, a large portion went to the eastern region and raoecia. What number you hear is what remains of the proud Highland Army. The Securitate though is bolstered by foreign mercenaries who been paid by the Council. Their actual Paemirian fighting strength is in the upper 6000 well the mercenaries only number a third of that. Most of their strength lies not in numbers but usage of technology taken by the Council and their main acting Capital, The Mountain. It is heavily fortified and could outlast an Imperial Siege for years, as well provisioned. We have only managed hit and run tactics but this fortress is and has been our biggest problem. Though not will say it doesn't have weaknesses because it does and I know of it."
As Asher brought out another large map on to the table which detailed The Mountain and all points of entry.
"To be precise... it looks like its completely covered but there is one point that was built even before the Fortress Existed.", Asher soon stated as he pointed down at an part of the mountain that has nothing of note.
"There is a door, an ancient door so old no one knows who built it, it has been hidden away for many centuries and with interesting enough rediscovered by the Late Dame Rorke. My elder sister right before Neville's assassination. Until now we are not sure how to open it but, we have managed figured out how.", Asher soon finished as he given what they are dealing with.
Jorge soon nods top the Carving Clan then replies, "It is good that your respectable Clan will join us, we can agree to all points given. We can agree to your terms and hope well wishes on the battlefield."
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Post by Richter on May 26, 2016 22:03:44 GMT -6
Kasorymor nodded in approval at what he was hearing. "Mint some new nobles, if you lot need to be doin' that. All I'm askin' is that the rightful order be restored, none of this 'people's committee' blight. Society like ours, especially on the border like your little patch of dirt, needs a strong leader an' clear-cut chain of command and succession. You're our weak link now, we can't afford that. Sayin' nothing for laws an' traditions to be upheld, an' all that rot."
It was clear that he didn't like the idea of what the council was doing, it was a dangerous idea. While he sympathized with the commoners, perhaps more so than many nobles, the fact was that their nation had a good thing going for it. Transient leaders were a huge liability - that was why Clan Kasorymor didn't have one. At all. Furthermore, putting back the land's rightful owners, and going back to the way it was, would help to reassure the people and give them hope. Especially after that new government 'for the people' proved to be outright abominable, worse than any noble in recent memory.
He didn't say anything about the back-and-forth between Jorge, Asher, James, and the two princesses; that was a mess he didn't want in on. The leader definitely saw a lot of strong emotion in the kid's face regarding the council, and he'd have liked to have some words with him over that. But it was neither the time nor the place - and it wouldn't much matter if Gransela was getting ahold of them. Probably for the best. He knew that look, Asher was going to get himself into a stupid situation for no good reason. Kasors were pretty fond of doing that kind of thing, he got good at detecting it early. But before that he did reply affirmatively about Asher's gamble. "Not too shabby then, matey. That kinda dedication will be doin' you wonders when all's said an' done. Knowin's half the battle, yeah?"
He moved back into the conversation when things got into the military talk, and once all three parties had been bought in. He stabbed a finger at the tabletop. "I want maps, get me a map of this 'Mountain' an' the surrounding area. I want pictures too, if you can, or describe it to me as best you can if'n you ain't got photos. Hell,scratch that, do both. Gimme everythin', the place sounds right intimidating an' I bet that ain't by coincidence. How big is the garrison, patrol routes? How many poor sods be livin' in the ghetto surrounding it, are those patrolled, or do the boys in uniform hide in their castle playin' cards all day until someone gets uppity?"
The first part of any operation would be the intelligence gathering, so he was expecting the two Paemirians to start doling out the data.
"Tell me more about this door, boy. You're leavin' me hangin' again! Spit it out, how do we open it? Where is it? This photo ain't tellin' me miles from front door it is."
While waiting for the two of them to fork over the data, his mind moved to logistics. "I can get, maybe, 500 fine lads and lasses to your shores. If I do some wheelin' and dealin'. Too many an' I'll risk spookin' the Securitate. If they're smart, they'll know I don't raid the Republic much these days out of courtesy. So a warband sails up right after the surprise inspection, they might get wise. It'll have to do. Now, guns, I can throw a bloody-lot of guns at your little bushwackin' guerrilla army. You give me a pair of hands, I'll see to it there's a gun for them...if'n you don't mind not askin' where those guns be comin' from." That was his rough figure. They could take it or leave it.
"Now. I'm still not likin' those numbers, not when the council are sittin' smack-dab in the middle of a fort carved into sheer rock. I see two ways we can go about this, here's number one." The margrave pulled over the map of the region and pointed at Magnes Port. "Jorge, how many men do you have in this port? How many can you sneak in? This is where we begin. The 2nd biggest city in your lot's clan holdings. The only port, big supply route for us. Once we have it, James and I can park a pair of boats in there an' hold it until the second coming of the White Angel himself. We can bring in more support from here rather than going overland an' riskin' ambush, if we end up losing the fight for the capital later on. Hopefully it don't drag on that long, but I'm hedging me bets."
Going on, he traced an invisible line between Magnes Port and The Mountain with his pipe, grey smoke still trickled from it while he used it as an impromptu pointer. "They know this place is important, they know there's rebels afoot, they don't know you lot got backup. We start a rising here an' take it from within. Those pillocks send their bully-boys thinkin' they're going to stomp some bilge-rats what don't know how to use a razor, no offense Jorge, an' find out we got a group on point ready to hand them the black spot. They can't afford to ignore a stirring here, they'll have to come investigate, so we can intercept them anywhere in the field an' crush them. This'll spare the city, an' carve down their numbers to make the siege easier later."
"Now movin' onto this Mountain. You said it was where they keep the political prisoners, yeah? Sounds to me like we got an army in their walls waitin' to help us out, we just need to give 'em a hand. We use this door here you so kindly mentioned, start us a jail break, an' then catch them in a pincer while all hell is breakin' loose. Someone's gonna have to bite the bullet an' play bait so we can get in an' do that, hate to deal out a bad hand James old boy, but you're the most well suited for that. You an' the rebs can have that glory, you Curving Blade blokes can come with me through the backdoor. I got troops good at this kind of commando work, ought to be able to do some damage before they even realize we're spikin their guns, throwin' open their gates, an' stabbin' their troops in their bunks. So that's the plan: Take the port, bait them in, smash 'em, then break into two groups an' hit em from both sides at their final redoubt. Hopefully that swings things in our favor, I ain't much of a man for sieges, 'cept when I got a fleet at hand. Which ain't now."
That was his plan. He spread his hands wide as if to say 'that's it', and awaited any feedback, as well as troop numbers and other details from the other parties. Seemed to be the most sound plan at first, and it'd spare Magnes Port and the surrounding farmland any damage. That would be crucial for Paemir's recovery. It'd also let them free the captured nobles ahead of time so that the council couldn't liquidate them in preemptive revenge in case it looked like they'd lose, or try to use them as hostages. The Paemirians should be appreciate he was being thoughtful towards sparing their civil centers. But there was no two ways about the fact that the Mountain was going to wind up smashed, they'd just have to live with that fact.
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Post by Rabite on May 26, 2016 23:05:55 GMT -6
"I'm talking about you, Lord Wyvern. You'll possibly be the one to at least temporary rule over the region, and it will certainly create a ripple in your people's trust for you to hand her over like a hostage... but I suppose you already have that figured out, very well."
Prestige is more than just fame and pride, but it is a symbol of status, which transfer into the stability of rulership. The people of Paemir seems to care much about the pride and glory, yet seems to have little understanding of what the effects it bring, even when it was there all along. The unity that Asher claims of the Paemir people is the effect of Prestige, bringing together people for a common goal, under a single banner. It is because of that James is slightly worried about these two younger nobles with little experience of a lord that's actually in charge of a large region, even though he did not have any wish towards taking over the area, it could create problems if there are any more rebellion or other internal strife in the region.
As for Keiana's explanation, it still did not bring anymore from her younger sister, as she had a swing and a miss towards what Isabelle had said. Isabelle was in a more subtle way talking to her older sister about the stability of their dynasty, which means their own royal family and not the entire nation. Paemir is clearly not a region that the royal family could tightly grasp, which means it is a potential danger as much as the Empire beside them is. Keiana could not think outside the box, and are only focusing each region as their own region, rather than what their actions of helping Paemir might do in the eyes of the other four regions of the nation.
No matter what the reason behind helping Paemir is, they lend them a hand, which means the other regions might also expected to receive such assistance of similar degree without anything in return. Certainly not a good start for the family to lose some of their firm control over the major clans of the nation, something that she knew their father had worked all his life to achieve. Instead, Keiana believes in something similar to their late uncle, that Paemir should be focused on in order to keep the Empire away, rather than working together with the rest of the nation to achieve the task.
Isabelle doesn't say anything, instead just looks towards James with a somewhat tired looking smile, in while James returns with a similar look. Perhaps the show that the King had put on really had too much effect over the people, Paemirians, and even the older princess is treating his ideals like the words of a saint, treating the man like a hero and giving him more credits than he deserves. Betrayal, was what the late duke had claimed, but many military leaders had studied the battle, and is quite confident in being able to achieve much better than the duke had. The duke may have wanted to modernize the region, but he had thought of it from the minds of a pure military general, and not one of a ruler. His radical actions had created all these problems, but more so is that he created the thought that a single person could have changed everything, that is clearly not the case.
"Sister, have you seen an arrow before? One arrow you can break easily with your hands, but what about two, or three arrows bundled together? Would you still be able to break it?"
Strength through unity, working together instead of alone to achieve the goal, this is the policy that the King had hope to achieve. No matter how much improvement Paemir might be able to achieve, they are alone, and it is impossible for them to achieve more than everyone else in the region combined. It is the same when it comes to dealing with the Empire, but her sister simply could not understand that idea, dreaming too much of the hero in shining armor rather than having the more effective army of spearmen to deal with the enemies.
"Oh of course I know of that, I simply have more plans with them, so all I ask is that you no longer visit them, that's all. There are times that I wish to relax on my own, so how about that, my sister?"
It wasn't much of a explanation, but right now there's little reason to refuse her requests. More so when Asher and Jorge had already agreed to the other demands from James and the others.
"Good to hear, we all know of their fate, but it is unjust for us to punish them on our own. It is already bad enough that we are moving in without permission from the King, so it's the least that we could do to mend our actions."
Next is the actual part, the military planning. If they couldn't defeat their enemies then all of these would just be for talk, they need to seal their agreements by achieving victory. But before James could voice his suggestions, Lord Kasorymor had already given out his plans, so he simply took a look to see if there's anything he could add.
"Gransela will send a total of 20 105mm Guns, 30 76.2 Guns, and 250 Combat Engineers to go with that in two separate groups. I'll also arrange some transport vehicles for us, so that we could get our units in the right places without walking. Leave the bombardment and fortification to us. Granselian artillery's number one in Zalboria, no amount of walls will keep us off them, but I'll need some cover. If possible I request that the resistances take up that duty, and screen for my forces. If not then we would only be able to send out half of it, so that we could send in more infantries. Would that be possible, Lord Wyvern?"
He choose to ask Jorge rather than Asher, as the former seems to have better ability as a leader than the reckless one. James was hoping to leave the frontal combats to the Paemirians, so that they would be able to be the focus of the battle, and allowing them to achieve their goal with their own hands. It would also be more effective by military terms, so that Gransela could focus on bombardments and supporting. They won't be doing much in direct combat, but those 50 guns would be able to achieve huge levels of casualties compared to lightly armed troops, so it won't be a bad trade off.
"It would take time for my men to set up, and they would likely be focused on our side with the resistances in the front and Granselian guns shelling their buildings. Just don't take too long, I can say my troops won't be a problem, but I can't guarantee the same for the resistances who had inefficient supplies and equipment."
He haven't seen these resistance troops, so he can't be sure what they could do. He also had no idea how good of a commander are these two Paemirian nobles, so he'll have to cross his fingers on that.
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Post by Carlos on May 27, 2016 16:40:04 GMT -6
Upon seeing the map, Tres, followed by Cero both said "Got it." Memorizing the details and committing them to their memories. One of them would likely provide a rendition of the map to the Council.
Tres nodded to Kasorymor, "We have troops acclimated to fighting in tight corridors. And some that would be very handy close in. It'll be the first in a long time that they've been active outside of our territory. But we're...how you say, strict with our training." he made a waving gesture, as if to dismiss what he'd just said. They didn't know that some of their forces died during the training.
"I'll be setting off to begin the mobilization of our troops," Cero said, moving to leave them.
"Give the rest my regards," Tres remarked still studying the map.
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Post by Pitman on May 28, 2016 23:41:14 GMT -6
Asher soon went up after Richter gave his own idea of the plan as he nodded he soon points directly in another part of the Mountain that is quite a ways from the actual fortress.
"Here is the door, in fact you get there you will have to go through a lot of hill like terrain so any fancy vehicles would not be able to get through. Horses though would be able to get in fine, as long everyone carries their gear with them. Miles, here let me give you actually which was already estimated.", Asher then passed a paper with the miles, the exactly point on the map as well an extra map which looked well made by someone else that wasn't Asher.
Jorge came up and soon nodded on how they could get in Jorge only smirks, "Ah the joy of it being technically my holding I have liberty to know all secret entry ways into the Port. The Securitate are split within the city in different parts for different reason. The ones at the main Gate are in charge of the ins and out from the land into the city, there is also barracks spread at each area for them, with good chunk of men monitoring the Port itself. When you come with boats they will likely be out gunned but to make it easier I can begin slowly sneaking in more pairs of hands into the Port. We already have a resistance cell within the City so if we can rile up the Securitate until the ships arrive it would be very easy to take the city. The issue as you stated will be holding it and if the Securitate sends reinforcements to retake the city they will likely think it will be a popular revolt, especially if we cut all the lines of communication that leads to the Mountain."
Jorge liked the idea he also nodded at the pledge of troops and equipment they would receive as well. Paemir once was one of the main manufacturer of weapons within the kingdom at one point and even considered a popular brand with other clans many years ago. Though with the rise of others and the horrible mismanagement of leadership within Paemir, until Neville began to fix the issues of Paemir. He knew Neville wasn't perfect in fact he had his own suspicions of his own death. Still he had the now to deal with and correct the course of Paemir. Listening to James reply on his own he understood as well he might lose his reputation but for a better Paemir he had to make it no longer a region or endless turmoil.
"An Arrow, ah I haven't heard that analogy since well our very uncle stated the same thing to me and Kylan when you were too young to remember. Funny you take after him more then you ever could think.", Keiana soon commented which could be taken either good or bad.
Hearing of the mansions she soon inquires, "So you wish for all of them to go to you solely? What you plan to have more parties then one could? No, I only jest hrmm fine then take them if you wish I cannot stop you."
Keiana soon replied though she had her own suspicions on what is going on in Gransela and those remarks gave red indicators of something was afoot in the South.
When hearing the guns Jorge soon nods and replies,"Yes we can easily have enough men to man those weapons Lord Kasorymor as for you Lord Gransela, we can guarantee cover. If you wish for old Highland uniforms or come in regular cloths might be advisable if we wish to keep this a complete secret on where your men will be from for all of you."
Hearing from the Curving Clan Jorge soon comments, "I expect your men of your clan to be highly trained so I have no qualms on their performance and expect great men all around."
That Meant that they knew of the reputation, and expected only the best from them. As well hearing the entire plan of Caden it all looked it would work though Asher would soon point out, "Only one issue in this entire plan."
Jorge turned to Asher with his eyes raised which he soon asks, "That is?"
"The door itself requires some sort of relic key to open without it, it cannot open.", Asher points out for Jorge to only ask, "Then why tell everyone about the door if we can't open it?"
"Oh there is a way and so happens I know how to open it, well ok more like I know someone who knows how to open it and has the relic key as well.", Asher then added which Jorge soon realizes where he is going.
"The Heretic Alchemist? Though not shocked you were raised by him and expected. Wait is that what he has been working on the last few years?", Jorge soon realizes what Asher meant.
"Yep, do not worry about the door I will deal with it... which means Jorge, you and Hertz will be in charge of all the resistance fighters. I will personally with the good Doctor will go with the Curving blade and Lord Kasorymor to open the door.", Asher finish which meant all the leadership was on Jorge.
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Post by Richter on May 29, 2016 3:08:51 GMT -6
Cadan gave Cero a short wave as she move to leave, and to her counterpart he said this: "I'm curious to see them 'em in action. Don't much figure that swamp churns out soft men, ought to be a sight." If he caught on that there was more left unsaid, he didn't see the need to push about it. Word was they had some 'odd' tactics as well, after all. Would be a case of the pot calling out the kettle to try and make a fuss over it. He had a little more to say to the two viscounts. "So it's out in the sticks, then? Good, don't want anyone to see us comin' an' start to get wise. But it sounds like the Council doesn't like to roam much, so I wager that won't be a problem. Now, what about the inside of the fort, can you give us any details about that? I suspect this door here, and anythin' beyond it, ain't on the charts: but when we come up in the inhabited parts, I wanna to know where to go right off the bat. We'll be on a deadline, here; once they know there's enemies inside the gates, they'll start lockin' her down tighter than-" suddenly he forced a cough to stop himself from completing his sentece. He had it in mind originally to make a crude analogy, but decided better of doing so in front of an underaged princess at the last moment. "Ahem! Sorry, tea went down the wrong tube. Tighter than an airlock on a submarine." Next he took the map of Magnes Port and started to draw marks on it correlating to everywhere that Jorge listed as being important, either as a target, arms cache, or place where resistance fighters could rally. This way James, the Curving Blades, and himself could keep tally more easily. "Think what I'll do is send in a merchant vessel to act as a clandestine troop carrier, won't be expectin' trouble from that, I've sent 'em your way a few times. Difference now is that when they come to carry off the goods, our fine fellows in the Council will find themselves eating a nice breakfast'a lead instead of fish. Sneak in as many folks as you safely can 'afore then. This one has to go off without a hitch, so don't take too many risks. Yet. Make sure those telegram lines are your top priority, yeah? Radios too, if they got 'em." It all seemed to be coming together nicely, until he heard what had to happen to open that door. He raised an eyebrow, though no one could see it with his mask in the way. Still, body language dictated that this was beginning to sound a little dicey in a way he did not like. "Alright, bucko, we had better hope this mate of yours didn't get bagged while you were out here gettin' our help. Name like 'The Heretic' makes me think he's got a bullseye on his back or somethin'. Secure him ASAP, got it? I don't oppose you going with us, just make sure you're ready for the bloodbath that's gonna be the inside of that base when we get in." With that said, he followed Cero's earlier lead and pushed himself into a stand. "Now if that's that, I got a warband to rally up and not very long to do it." The group broke up there to do their respective parts. Two weeks later...Men dressed in dark cloaks and flowing coats, their were eyes narrowed and faces hard as they moved under cover of night. They jumped fences, dodged patrols, and crawled through ditches and drainage pits; whatever it took to get into Magnes Port, whose nighttime gas lights danced in the cool eastern air like will-o-wisps. Guiding men to home and danger both. The auspices of the Securitate worked around the clock, and yet they had grown lax. Their plans were in the penultimate phase, most of the resistance were dead or in jail, and they had the population firmly cowed with fear. They had began to grow complacent and content to rest on their laurels. Jorge was amongst those rogues, those heroes, on this night. These men evaded the warmly lit homes along cobblestones streets, eschewing their familiar comforts for the safety of shadowed alleys, where they were welcomed into darkened homes and hidden cellars where their brothers and sisters had laid out their caches of supplies with which to fight a war. One that, hopefully, would end in the days to come. They were joined by the Curving Blades, new to the land, though not to the covert techniques needed to get in without being seen. By morning an army had formed right beneath the Council's nose. A merchant vessel from Kasorymor further reinforced them. They came bearing smiles, coin, and exotic foods from the Republic. The inspectors who came to check the goods for contraband failed to find the false bottoms in the crates which held something much different from food, and so they let the islanders into their wharfs to drop off the goods without too much trouble. Of course the port workers who arrived to unload all of these goods were subjects of the viscount, so it wasn't very hard at all to make sure that the extra cargo got to where it needed to be for the events to come. Little things happened throughout the day. The homes of Securitate supporters had their windows smashed by hooded criminals. Lone agents were accosted in the slums, things like that. All carefully orchestrated to agitate both sides. By evening the mayhem really began when the farmers brought in the day's harvest to be marketed, it being spring. The tax had been hiked even higher in preparation for a harsh winter, leaving the serfs with almost nothing to keep their own larders filled over the colder months ahead. A riot broke out, as it had before when it came time for collection; however, this time when the Securitate fired into the crowd, they were surprised to find snipers waiting on roofs, in the steeples of churches, and other high places firing back. A few rabble-rousers in the right places at the right times were all it took from there to light a fire that spread like mad, the resistance troops backed by enraged peasants that had been pushed too far and finally saw enough of a glimmer of hope to push the fear out long enough to fight no matter the cost. It wasn't pretty. Anyone aligned, or suspected of being aligned, with the Council were drug out into the street and lynched almost immediately once the officers collecting rations were killed. The lucky ones were shot, the others...best left unsaid. A minority were grabbed by the Kasorymor troops and drug away in chains as part of their agreement with the two viscounts, perhaps those were the luckiest of all in a sense. They were destined for the mines and plantations of Kollelkost, those who lived the high lives off of those they abused would now find themselves the exploited underclass. A poetic bit of justice, that. Death squads composed of Paemir's own quickly moved to take the streets, stretching thin what forces the Securitate had on patrol until they simply couldn't keep order and were forced to retreat to their bases; those that survived long enough to flee, that is. Jorge's soldiers stormed the main gate immediately while this chaos was unfolding, other elements working in tandem to secure the others. With the most prominent points of retreat cut off, and the roads filled with bloodthirsty peasants, the Council troops left in the city dug in for a bitter fight. The various barracks didn't fall easily, but it was only a matter of time until they did. A few were set alight with everyone inside, others were mobbed or gunned down as they tried to make a break for the countryside once they found themselves under a siege that they could never win. The battle for the port itself was a fierce building-to-building struggle that ended once Gransela and Kasorymor's boats arrived and discourged fresh troops into the fray, dismantling the last resistance by the incumbents. The real traitors. On that night, the city was lit all the brighter with flames, there was no need for streetlights tonight. At every gate bodies hung like grisly talismans until they ran out of room, the rest were burned unceremoniously. Paemir would be free, and anyone standing in the way would face the same fate. Eight years of brooding anger and hatred all unleashed at once in a frenzy of violence...though the end result still ended up to do far less damage to the town than if they had been forced to siege it. It was fortunate that the Council, in all their paranoia, kept the lion's share of their forces back home instead of out here on the coast. For now morale was high and there was a pool of new recruits here for the Highlanders to pull from, should it be needed or desired. The telegram lines had been thoughtfully cut hours prior, so by the time the city was lost to the Council, only their silence given clue in to what had happened. Until a few days later, when a handful of stragglers who managed to escape arrived with dire news. As predicted, the Council responded immediately, and harshly. They dispatched an army to bring the town of Magnes Port to heel, by any means necessary. In truth it didn't surprise them, not that much. With the end of the nobility at hand, they had accounted for a last hurrah from the resistance. It seems they wanted to go out with a bang and not a whimper, so be it. However, they apparently underestimated how many of them there were in Magnes Port. Intelligence had lead them to believe they had some sort of base in the mountains, apparently that was either wrong, or they had more than one in the city. Either way it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. The rebels had shown themselves and now they would be crushed in a fight they couldn't hope to win. Lord Gervergen sent his best man to lead the punitive expedition; General Hameldon. The man was one of Neville's best leaders, back in the day. Whether through blackmail, bribery, or just plain lack of morality, Gervergan had somehow managed to sway him to his side and turn him against his countrymen. Much to the chagrin of the resistance, whom he has foiled countless times. It wouldn't be an easy battle with him at the helm. The Council didn't smell anything off about the situation, but he did. In fact, he had been trying to convince them to send more forces to the Port for the last month and a half. But these weren't military men, and they were scared by the fact the resistance had managed to raid The Mountain's power station and damage it enough to keep it offline for two weeks. Because of this, they refused to send anymore men away from the city, even though Magnes Port was a weak link just waiting to be exploited. Now they were paying for it, but even so, this seemed somehow wrong. It wasn't the kind of thing the resistance usually tried. They hadn't been very prone to bold strikes even before they had arrested the majority of their leads. It was somehow different, and it gave him a bad feeling in his gut. For this reason, rather than take the straight path, he marched his army south and then west through the woods around Valhedge's ruins. The trees would cover his advance as he approached from a flank. The Combined Army still found them, with the scouts of both sides coming into contact with each other after another week had almost passed. Each side committed to battle at the fringes of the forest. Hameldon used the lighter eastern units to screen for his army, those were arranged out front in very loose formation using the cover of the woods. Next in line came his securitate troops, whom could be relied upon for heavier work. Several platoons were kept back as reserves, as were his elite infantry. They hung back further waiting to exploit openings or reinforce failings in the line. His cavalry, being vulnerable, stayed in the densest copses of woods to the southern flank of his force, towards the mountains where they were out of immediate firing lines. His small artillery guns, of both types, were easy to maneuver through the woods, and he began to set them up at advantageous positions at the rear of his formation the moment his scouts had caught sight of the enemy. ((OOC: Hameldon's Route, so it can be better understood.)) Securitate Punitive Expedition:30x Securitate Heavy Infantry Platoons (300 men) (30 points) 100x Securitate Infantry Platoons (2000 men) (100 points) 20x Paemir Horse Driven 37mm Howitzer Gun (20 guns) (20 points) 150 total 60x Eastern Men-At-Arms Platoons (1800 men) (60 points) 20x Border Reiver Troops (500 horsemen) (20 points) 20x Mountain Guns (20 guns) (20 points) 100 total
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Rabite
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Post by Rabite on May 29, 2016 14:23:46 GMT -6
Isabelle nods to Cadan when he corrects himself, gratitude to the older noble for remembering her words. At least that's a higher level of respect than most of the other nobles in the room or even her own sister was able to show. The Kasorymor leader knows more about politics than the two Paemirian nobles combined, at least on the surface you'll have to do small things like this to maintain a degree of friendly relationships.
James had similar ideas to Cadan's suggested ways of infiltration, he planned to do the same thing, but with his own ships that normally transports food to the region, supply ships can carry more people and able to have a better reason to camouflage their arrival. Some of their troops can take over the dock so they'll have a stable supply line for this operation, and perhaps even roll in a few warships to help defend the city after they manage to take control of Port Magnes.
"I'll have my men sabotage locations to delay the movements of enemy troops out of the city, so we can reduce the level of information that would arrive in the council's hands... and I'll conserve some shells for later. If I started gunning here we'll lay waste to the area, not exactly a good result for our two resistance leaders here. As for the door, I'm a bit hesitate on relying on something a plan that has flaws, but I suppose there's no flawless plans in the world either."
After confirming his operations to the rest of the room, James heads beside Isabelle, helping her up before following her out of the room.
"Dear sister, for someone that heard such analogy, you sure don't act your words on it. The arrows are strong because they are neatly bundled together, if you position one of the arrows ahead of the rest, the lone arrow could easily be snapped."
Isabelle briefly explained it to her sister, before leaving with James. Neville's idea was to advance first and then help others follow, but just like the analogy had suggested, that's not necessary the wise thing to do. At least not when it was carried out by the Duke of Paemir who was less than popular among the views of the other Zalboria nobles, it would simply be seen as a method to overcome the rest of the nobles, rather than the Empire. After all, we're talking about a man that refused to work with the rest of the nation for much of his rulership, certainly did not help on building trust with the other nobles.
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"Ah, Mr. Wathers, a fine day to you too."
"I'm glad you have arrived, Lord Gransela. Our storehouses have been running out of supplies, if it wasn't for you then we might have to begin rationing in the area again."
"No worries, it's only right for us to provide help to our neighbors."
The Marquess of Gransela had arrived along with one of his 'trade convoys' to the only major port city of Paemir, Port Magnes, to discuss with a few merchants about recent and future trade. Hearing about the lack of food and other essential goods in the area, he had promised to them that he would arrive with ships filled with what they need, ranging from the staple food, cooking oil, to things such as steel and tools. It was a normal meeting, something that the merchants and a few of the officials once in a while to confirm their deals, so it did not draw any specific attentions.
"Say Mr. Trevor, I have heard that the resistances in the area are being somewhat active in the area, that won't affect our deals would it?"
"Yes, of course, we'll make it our sole duty to keep the trade routes safe and sound! The resistances are just a minor nuisance, we have already called for reinforcements from the region capital, and will arrive within days after heading to the South for resupplying."
"Hm, I see. So that means they'll becoming through the woods, am I correct?"
"Yes my lord."
"And that is all I need to know, you've served me well, rest in peace."
"Th-...?!"
The official that was talking to James barely had time to think about what the Marquess just said before his head was sent flying, handiwork from the woman that stands guard beside him. She grabs the head before it falls to the floor, and holds it in front of her to the screaming group of merchants. The other officials were also dealt with by the other guards in the room, which were secretly replaced by Granselian troops beforehand. James quietly takes out a booklet and shows it to the rest of the room, it contains a single piece of paper, signed by Isabelle and contains her seal on it to confirm its credibility.
"On the orders of the second Royal Princess Isabelle of Zalboria, I, Marquess James of Gransela are here to rid the region of the Paemir council. Those that refuses to give up themselves will be brought in by force, be it living or dead."
James reads the decree out to the people of the room, clearly speaking each word and looking at the merchants in the eye, scanning each one of them to see their reactions. After he's done, he closes the booklet and carefully stores it in a pocket inside his robe.
"My guard, Yumi, had slayed the treacherous Trevor here by the order of her highness! The rest of you, I'm sure most of you are innocent of the crimes that the councils had brought into the region, but, it would certainly be better if you would assist the righteous army in defeating the traitors that had been feasting on the remains of Paemir."
He knows some of them probably have connections with the council, otherwise it would be difficult for them to do business let alone reach their level of wealth. However it is highly unreasonable to just kill all of them here, as it would destroy the economy and credibility of the region, which is why he had pardoned them of their crime, and urge them to work for their side to clear themselves of any suspicions. That way, even those that are eyeing their wealth, won't be able to say much about it, essentially saving their lives in the long run.
"Yes of course! We have been waiting for this for a long time! For the just and righteous Royal forces to free of us of those tyrants!"
Many of them begins to praise the actions of James and the others, completely abandoning the councils that had given them the opportunity to leech on the blood of the people. The council may have given them wealth, but people that could do businesses are certainly not fools, they are much more willing to bet on the Zalboria forces' success than the weak and foolish council. Many of them begin to 'donate' rations, ammunition, some of them don't have much that helps with the army, instead they suggest to hand over their daughters to the 'heroes' that had came to save them. Nevertheless, James used Isabelle's name to spare these people, which would surely increase their influence in the area at least among the wealthy.
It was only such actions that barely saved their lives, joining the mass when the fire starts to burn, they attack those that are loyal to the council with even more vigor than the resistances themselves. It is like they're the ones that started the revolt in the first place, rather than just being assistance to the cause. This is understandable as they had to work hard to prove themselves of their innocent, they provided weapons and ammos to the resistance troops, some Paemirian weapons, while others were equipment that Gransela had smuggled in. They rallied their workers, some even families to join the rank of the resistances. Their efforts did not go to waste, when James arrived he had commented them of their efforts, and ensure them that their would be well rewarded for their deeds.
James was a skilled commander, but he was not the kind that would attack dead on, instead he's the kind that would prepare the battle to the point that there are little to no chance of defeat. And he showed some of his abilities here, winning over the support of the wealthy without even firing a single shell from the famed Granselian artillery. From the port, James looks into the city as his troops disembark from the disguised transports, he could only wonder how his other allies have chosen to carry out their part of the plan.
"My lord, the first wave has arrived and are ready for battle, should we fire?"
"Hm, no. We'll have to leave some jobs for our allies too. Maintain control over the port until further notice, raise the flags of Gransela to show our success."
"As you wish."
His guard Yumi, who was earlier responsible for killing the official that James was talking to, gives out commands to the rest of the forces for them to unload the weapons and ammunition that they would need for the coming battle. He even brought extras for the resistances forces that lacks their own artillery equipment, the remaining ones would be either left on the ship, or be placed along the city after they have gained control over it. Now they'll just have to wait and see how the rest of them do, hopefully better than he had expected the resistance to be, at least he hopes that they're smart enough to not attack anyone that's not a peasant.
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Post by Carlos on May 29, 2016 21:36:45 GMT -6
The Curving Blade forces approached the city. Sending the Blood Blades as advanced scouts, to ensure their approach was not spotted, silencing any that would give away their position. When they finally did arrive before the city, it was the Blood Blades again who silenced what sentries there were around the perimeter. The Youth Brigade were then deployed. Their usual squads of ten broken down into squads of five for better mobility and flexibility. Shock Troops followed in larger groups, ready to be dispatched, alongside a few Blood Blades mixed into their squads. The Youth Brigade were under simple orders to search quickly and send runners upon contact or sighting of the enemy. The following Shock Troop-Blood Blades would then engage directly.
In practice however it was nearly chaos. There were a few hold out spots where retreating Securitate troops were suddenly cut off by the fast moving Youth Brigades. Desperate to survive, they put up a ferocious fight, often holding up in the houses of the civilians. In many of these cases a unit of Blood Blades led by a member of the Council had to resolve these situations. Despite these issues, the Blood Blades held down their sector of the city in record time. Even if there was still trouble behind their lines, it was contained, and posed no threat to the rest of the city.
"It's a damn shame," Tres remarked to Dos, who was in command of the overall troops. "Those boys were very brave. But they couldn't get a runner to us fast enough. We need to secure some of those mobile radios the other Clans use. Instant communication would have proved quite valuable."
"And the Securitate soldiers?" Dos remarked as he read the relays his aides were providing him.
"They're dead. They hung the two that had surrendered. Unfortunate, but it made the Youths feel better." Tres explained. Dos nodded and handed him a relay which caused Tres to heading off at a dead sprint upon reading it.
The trouble spots began to quickly vanish as the Blood Blade and Shock Troops were freed up to deal with them. Enemy survivors were in some cases allowed to return to their allies in other parts of the city. To spread the word of the brutality of the Shock Troops with their armor and blunt weapons.
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Post by Pitman on Jun 1, 2016 14:17:16 GMT -6
When the meeting ended with everyone went their own ways Asher, Jorge, and the Princess were left alone into the room. Silence was in the room with soon Jorge commenting, "Well that could of went better."
Asher turned to the Princess who had a face of annoyance now apparent on her face which Asher soon asks, "What is wrong?"
"To think that little girl can act the way she does, its obvious Lord Gransela is plotting something. He has his so called image to keep in check but I wonder if one day he will be a threat to our Kingdom one day.", Keiana commented as no one else came in since everyone left.
"Pretty obvious he is loyal to your sister, but if Gransela ever becomes a threat it could open another whole can of worms. Especially if he is popular with many people in the kingdom... for now.", Asher soon commented as they began to clean up the papers up.
For a moment Jorge kept his mouth shut thinking Gransela would never betray the crown but he saw how Asher thought of the man, and everything is purely a lie. Jorge on the other hand prefers to give trust is the only way but the way the kingdom is heading towards.
"Why didn't you tell your father about all this anyways?", Asher then commented to the Princess who looked at Asher then replies, "My sister thinks she knows everything but I fear my father is not long for this world. The doctors say though he is still functional his illness has been getting worse and they have tried almost all options to make him feel better. For now he has been advised to stay in bed and not push himself too much. It will come a time soon my younger brother will be King and its happening sooner then people think."
Jorge raised his eye brow then asks, "Why didn't you tell the others about this? It would be a good excuse to why you didn't tell and not look treasonous?"
"I may trust my sister but I do not trust Lord Gransela, father stopped his expansion and he respects my father in turn. But personally I do not wish that man to gain more power then he already has, he is growing subtly for the last few years and may one day become a threat to the crown. Its best he knows only what I want him to know for now, right now we have pressing matters after Paemir. As my father weakens the peace we all known for a long time among the clans will slowly break down until Kylan can become King, he needs to be ready but I fear he is not remotely enough. Lord Rorke, Lord Wyvern, the deal we make is still in tact yes?", Keiana soon asked which both men nodded back.
"Of course it is, after all without it we wouldn't be able to do this meeting.", Jorge stated as he finish gathering his part of the paper work as he soon adds, "I will get everything ready to head back."
Nodding Jorge would soon leave leaving Asher and Keiana alone in the room, Asher was almost done when Keiana soon comments, "Asher is it true?"
Asher stops as he soon turns to the Princess with a reply, "It is, they kept it secret so well but I am not stupid to believe such stories. After my own digging and finding out the truth I was in just as shock as everyone."
"To think that my own father plotted my uncle's murder for the peace of the realm. I thought my family would never do such a thing against each other, but I still ask why.", Keiana then asked Asher as he turns to Keiana.
"To whatever it is men will always disagree with each other to the point of selfishness. No one is perfect not me, not you, not your father or your uncle. They hated each other and loved each other as much as they could. One believed in making deals and compromise to preserve the realm is paramount to anything. The other believe to Protect Zalboria one must lead his men from the front and advance the nation to prepare for the inevitable war. Neither were perfect and both were right as well wrong at the same time.", Asher soon stated to her which Keiana soon sighs afterwards.
"What do you think Asher? About everything? About the world? About.... us?", Keiana soon asked.
"Truthfully? I don't really know that answer myself. All I know Zalboria itself cannot continue the way it has for the last few years. Because war is coming, whether the others of other regions don't believe it or not. It is coming and when it comes I fear our nation will not be even remotely close to ready. Peace is nothing but a fallacy, that men invent to preserve one self well war advance's man forward. But as I stated, no one is wrong or right, because we all are.", Asher finished as he looked at the Princess in the eye.
Neither moved from their spot for a good while, like someone who you thought you knew you didn't it seemed the fate of Paemir was still hanging in he balance.
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The day came when everything was now in place, which took weeks in preparation and practice. Jorge and Captain Hertz moved like the wind to gather every man within the resistance across Paemir. Secretly moving and preparing for the time to fight. The plan itself went without issue to take the Port and everything moved exactly in place to the plan that was created for this moment. As the dust settled on Magnes Port the city and port now was free, the frenzy of killing and beating continued as the commoners and other alike finally got back what suffering they suffered. The city was now free but it was not yet over, in the command post created using the city hall during which the resistance leadership were having a meeting.
"The fighting is for the most part over we have taken the city.", a resistance cell leader soon reported.
"Thank the White Angel... what of causalities on our side?", Jorge then asked which soon Captain Hertz reports, "Minor for the most part they didn't stand a chance."
With the first part of the plan done now was the next hardest part that could happen, the retaliation from the Council. Which also meant the most dangerous foe is coming towards them and how to handle the situation.
"General Hameldon will be coming and that traitorous comes it will be a problem fighting him on such an open area.", Captain Hertz soon stated as they looked at the map as well using the information given to them by Gransela.
How he found out was a good question and Jorge wondered how he managed that.
"Well as long we stick to the plan we should stand a chance the issue is preparing to meet them. Even with all our fighting power to prepare such an battle will require time.", Jorge soon stated as he looked at the map.
Asher was silent throughout as Hertz and Jorge continued to discuss with other resistance cell leaders on what to do Asher soon finally speaks, "General Hameldon is not stupid he will not fall for a trap and he has all his bases covered. There is a reason he was the late Duke's best man for everything. We fight them head on we will lose, if we try to attack from the Southern Paemir Mountains he will be ready because he knows our tactics already. We also will be out numbered and by the time we finished setting up he will be upon us with no rest."
"Then what should we do about?", Jorge then asked Asher he soon replies with a smile.
5 Days Later Day of Battle
The day was coming much work has been done by the resistance and other to plan for this battle. Very deep dug trenches were dug out enough to keep the battle wagons inside. They were dug in different intervals at each section of the trenches. Due to not enough time and not to risk the Securitate from simply leaving the defensive measures were on purpose not as extensive as one would prefer. Wood that was already within the city was brought over and cut to give stepping platform for the men to be able to fire out of the trenches with ammunition at different spots of the trenches for easy access. The plan was quite simply as the resistance itself being support by the other clans would be given uniforms and old helmets to make them look to be apart of the resistance. To make sure who they are the battle banner of the Paemirian Highland Duchal Army would be flying with no others to represent they were of the resistance. Of course those within knew the others were from other areas but to make sure it looked like a proper rebellion they needed to keep them hidden within their numbers. Though the trench line looked simple enough and seemingly nothing else there was a few things that General Hameldon didn't know, as the communication lines were cut. The Resistance now had fresh weaponry as well supplies as a result, as well the artillery from Gransela would be one of a shock. Such weapons had such higher distance they could easily shell the other side all day and night until nothing but craters. The battle was set and everything they could do to defend could all be done. The Curving blade and any other clans would be takeing the flanks well the resistance main body would be in the middle. With all ready ready Jorge along with Hertz would be with the Resistance men in the center as they were also in the thick of it as well.
"Well this is going to be bloody.", Hertz commented as he looked from his binoculars to the other side toward the forest.
It was, as the men were all wearing furs over their backs and most of the men looked seasoned and not well groomed. It was expected much of the resistance looked less army and more militia then anything even with their helmets and worn out uniforms. These men fought for Neville and fought for Paemir for many years now only to fight for the very land itself. Some were nervous and others looked if they might just lose to the Securitate.
"Hertz.. you think the plan will work?", Jorge whispered to the older man as he soon smiles, "Aye, we will win this battle, to think the youngsters along with one of the wisest military minds in Zalboria with us we cannot lose."
Jorge chuckles for a bit and he looked onward, to their back and from a fair distance away the Granselian Artillery was set up its superior range allowed them to fire at good distance compared to what artillery of old were capable of. Both the mathematics of Asher and the Granselian engineers who command the artillery convince him of their deadliness. their Flanks would be covered as the battle itself would be determined by the flanks, it is why he cave both ends towards their allies to handle. All a while they would handle the center to take the main bulk of the actual fighting, Their numbers were outnumbered out here due to the next part of their plan, Jorge remembered what Asher suggested on the risky move he planned but being convinced it would work is one saving grace, as the time was nay.
Turning around his head left and right he soon closed his eyes for a moment then speaks out, "To all the men here my Paemirian brothers and sisters, today is the day we end the reign of terror that has plagued our land. No more your all now free from the shackles of tyranny and given new life! No matter what occurs today let everyone know this! Inside of us all is the blood of Warriors and People who are strengthen on what we suffered!! Noble and Commoner alike fight side by side with one voice!! We fight to Defend Our People!! In Death, For the King and For Paemir!"
A roar could be heard from left and right, short and simple. Though the speeches were truly never written by him, strange enough he got them all from Asher.
Elsewhere as the battle itself was preparing to fight North of the battleground is those of extensive cave networks, that always been apart of the Wyvern lands. Though not well known by the Securitate they were used extensively by the resistance over the years. Unknown to them one of the cave entrances had what 'seemed' like rock and rumble covering a few entrances towards the battlefield from its northeast. As the Securitate prepared their forces to expect attacks from the Mountain's what they didn't know that Asher knew of this fact. Taking the entire Calvary within the resistance they hid away within the extensive cave system as they worked to cover the entrances until the day of battle. Whereas many of the men setting up trenches and battle exhausted themselves and their own calvary spread toward watching the mountains they would have too few eyes to the northeast. The horses and men were well rested as well ready for the battle to come, a lone figure would open up his tent as a few of the city populace joined them to move the rocks out of the entrances way quietly. Asher Rorke now wearing the uniform used by the Calvary but with one exception the side of his arm showed his family crest of the Cuillinn-Rorke-Bachelet Clan as he walked up toward his own horse as the others were readying themselves.
"My lord everything going accordingly to your wishes?", one of the men soon asked as Asher soon replies, "That correct, though the glory days of Calvary are over they are useful still in a situation like this."
Turning to see the civilians almost done moving the rocks one could suddenly see the sunlight entering the cave as Asher soon got onto his horse and then turned to the other men with him.
"I do not know you, you do not know me. I am the last son of the Twelve Founding Clans of Paemir that created this region into what it was and ever will. You all suffered, betrayed by a General you loved for the greed of himself. I cannot gurantee your safety or promise you complete victory. Not everyone today will see their family but I can say this. As men of Paemir will you ride with me into the sunlight? Will you ride with the Last Son for one final glory that could change the very lives of our people forever? Will you ride to fight to defeat the traitor who makes all commoner and noble alike suffer? Ride with me!! Ride with me and I shall promise you a new tomorrow!!", Asher soon spoke out as the other calvary all began to scream 'Aye'. In a roarous chorus the men picked up their repeating carbines that become the staple of Calvary men over the Decades.
As the rocks tumbled down as the civilians moved out of the way the light shown on Asher and the other Calvary men Asher turned his head to one man on the right and left who picked up the two battle banners on one of their hands. One that showed the Paemir Highland Calvary and the other Asher's own battle flag which also was the battle flag of his father before him. The black Eagle on green with the brown and water presenting the land of Paemir. Readying his own calvary saber in hand he soon states, "Men of Paemir We Ride to battle!! Til Death!! For the King!! And For Paemir!!"
Soon the Calvary moved out from the caves moving briskly towards the rear flank of the Securitate.
Paemirian Resistance
Lead by Viscount Asher Rorke
35x Highland Calvary (525 Horsemen) (35 Points)
Lead by Viscount Jorge Wyvern and Captain Hertz
6x Paemir Battle Wagon (18 Points) -6x Highland Infantry (Support) (30 Men) (6 Points) 41x Highland Infantry (1,025 Men) (41 Points)
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Post by Richter on Jun 1, 2016 21:28:34 GMT -6
Kasorymor troops were renowned as good warriors, fearsome in a melee, and not too shabby at range either. However, they typically preferred to fight as skirmishers or lightning raiders rather than acting the part of frontline combatants. So they agreed with the resistance's plans to place them on the flanks while the natives took front-and-center position to guard the Gransela artillery. Cadan volunteered to take the right flank, towards the mountains, and moved his troops out that way. They stayed in skirmish formation well apart from the main of the group, where artillery was less likely to target them, and the cover of trees could help them the most. Little did they know, they were positioned across from the cavalry force of the Securitate army. That may prove dangerous in the future, but for now things seemed to be in their favor as the two sides inched closer to one another.
They set up only a handful of strongpoints on the tops of hills, in which to lay fireteams with 'lead-eater' automatics. It was in their best interest to stay light and mobile, after all, rather than dig in their heels. That slog was the work of Jorge's men.
They'd passed out firearms to anyone in the coalition who needed them, as promised. Some going to the troops here, other to the municipal militia they had formed behind them to hold the city while they moved out to carry on this operation and those in the near future. A few platoons of men remained there to guard the port and the ships, but most were here with their leader. The margrave gave a short speech of his own to the men assembled; the language was unknown and guttural, punctuated with sweeping gesticulations that brought as much laughter as applause from those with him. They fell into place once that was done. Spirits looked to be pretty high.
Cadan's Warband:
10x Kasor Platoons (150 men) (10 points) 30x Gwithysi Platoons (600 men) (30 points) 10x Trevluyow Platoons (300 men) (10 points)
50 total points.
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"Well, this is a surprise." Hameldon muttered to himself while peering through a set of binoculars that were held up against his face. He was staring out towards Magnes Port. In particular, at the Granselan flag hoisted high over the city. His gaze then swept down to the other banners the army was sporting. He recognized them as the colors of a handful of nobles. At least that was going the way he had envisioned.
"It seems our little princess decided to muddle our plans after all. Hmph. No matter. Ready the men, raise the banner. We move in an hour!" The general shouted to his command staff. The fight would soon commence.
Hameldon's men did some digging in themselves, though not as much as the resistance. The eastern troops moved ahead and formed light strongpoints, on hills they set up machine gun nests, and in gulleys between them they felled trees to form barricades. The Paemir region was, fortunately, very well suited to defensiveness. Then they leapfrogged ahead as heavier Securitate troops moved forward into the fortifications they had built. In this way they constantly covered one another, making sure that whenever the bulk of the army moved, they had some form of cover. Scouts from both sides began to clash as the distances between them narrowed, which was easier now as the rivaled groups began to raise their flags. Even through the thick woods, the brightly colored pennants stood out.
At almost the mark of an hour the two sides caught sure sight of each other's main force at 120 yards. The cloudy environments and wooded terrain worked to reduce visibility quite a bit; in theory both were of benefit to either team. Each wanted to contain their own casualties for the later fight at the fort...but just the same, both had to hope to maul the foe if they wanted to have a hop of winning the ultimate showdown to come. It would be a tricky dance, this one.
The Eastern Infantry were the first to make contact, being they were forming a skirmish line that was strung across the entirety of Hameldon's lines from one flank to another. They knelt behind thick trees, laid down on the far-slopes of hills, and took what cover they could as gunfire began to echo through the rugged wilderness. The shots came out in slow bursts, their guns being single shooters. The machine guns they brought remained silent and hidden, for now.
The sound of an infantry horn indicated that the enemy had been sighted, and that was when the actual Securitate soldiers joined the fight from further back. Their P907 rifles were deadly even at range, and they were fast to open fire from their barricades of wood and earth. It said something for Paemirian gunsmithing, if not their training. As with the machine gunners, the artillery, cavalry and reserves stayed silent while creeping forward into better position.
Hameldon was taking this cautiously after seeing that this conflict expanded beyond the scope of Paemir vs. Paemir. So far it didn't appear they had any idea that Asher was creeping up behind them, but in turn, they didn't know what the traitorous commander had in store either...
Securitate Punitive Expedition:
30x Securitate Heavy Infantry Platoons (300 men) (30 points) 100x Securitate Infantry Platoons (2000 men) (100 points) 20x Paemir Horse Driven 37mm Howitzer Gun (20 guns) (20 points)
60x Eastern Men-At-Arms Platoons (1800 men) (60 points) 20x Border Reiver Troops (500 horsemen) (20 points) 20x Mountain Guns (20 guns) (20 points)
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Rabite
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Post by Rabite on Jun 1, 2016 22:36:05 GMT -6
While the ally forces are advancing from their planned routes, Gransela is the only one that are not hurried at meeting their coming enemies face to face. Instead, the artillery guns are pushed or pulled to place, with specific officers in the artillery teams, scouting and calculating the appropriate angle and range. James himself was waiting, not for the outcome of the battle, but for the right timing to begin the show. He did a quick, rough calculation of the speed that his allies move at, and match that against the prediction of the speed of an army moving through greens of that thickness.
He walked along with his men, watched them work on their artillery guns, preparing them for battle. Gransela had a very heavy ratio of artillery pieces in their ranks, giving them incredible firepower, but at the same time limits their mobility. James had been thinking of ways to deal with that weakness, but something like that won't just happen over night. At times, Granselians believe that mobility is not a necessary, overwhelming firepower is what determines the outcome of the battlefield, crushing the enemy's defense and spirits with their loud, booming, weapons.
There was the liberation army before him, seemingly eager to charge into battle, head fire and without fear. Large groups of volunteers joined their ranks, or worked in constructions for their liberators, but James was not completely happy about this. The appearance of civilians in the battlefield will greatly affect the movements and formations of ally armies, after all, you have to protect them and not the enemies. Civilians also lack training, training that'll help them keep their cool when under fire, which means if they come under attack it is possible that they'll charge into the ranks of trained soldiers. Either way it'll be disastrous, but he didn't strongly oppose the idea either.
The Paemirians have some guts, that he'll agree, but they rarely put much thoughts into their actions. it will certainly mean death to much of them if the main forces would simply do as they wish, they need help, and lucky for them they got the help they need.
"Hm, around this point will do, looks like our scouts had made encounters. Yumi."
"Yes my lord. All units, stop here! Weapons deploy!"
The cool beauty that rarely spoke privately during their operation here so far, yelled out orders to the troops in place of her lord, having them stop at their current position which James believes would a decent location. They have chosen a small hill that are flat enough to place their weapons, but are shaped so it would let them look over the hilly area towards the forest where the enemies are. There's also a decent amount of obstacles that were created by the volunteers earlier, so they'll have some protection even in the opening.
On order, the Granselian troops quickly stops and prepares their equipment without any commotion within their ranks. With great discipline, they lock down the wheels of the guns, move the horses away from the weapons and sets it up so it could fire at any moment. The lighter Dosfrango Artillery Guns are placed in the front, around two kilometers from the forest, well within their accurate range and far enough to avoid small arms fire. Within the forest their opponents should be having less visuals than they do, and the trees would greatly prevent them from returning fire with their own guns, assuming they have any. They are positioned in a V-shape formation so that they can focus more of their barrages into an concentrated area, but they could easily return to a line formation in case they need to do something with that.
"Shrapnel won't do here, HE rounds."
"High Explosive rounds! Calculations ready! Adjust your aims!"
As the enemies get closer to battle, they also get closer to the location of their death. They might have figured out that Gransela had send forces over, but until they feel it for themselves they might not truly realize how much firepower differences do they have here.
"Let them have a clear understanding, of the differences in caliber that Gransela has compared to Paemir. Begin."
"Ready... Fire!!"
The first shots were fired from the larger, more powerful Urukuss 105mm Guns, roaring louder than even the greatest beast and sending barrages of 34.7 pounds of HE rounds into the forest. The heavier rounds were soon followed by the lighter Dosfrango 76.2mm Guns, which would arrive just moments after the initial wave of shells, aiming to confuse the enemies into thinking all the firing guns are of the larger size.
After several waves of volleys of attack, the cannons are then moved according to the prediction of how the enemies are going to react, in order to maintain their accuracy. As they fire, more of the trees in the forest would be knocked down, thus giving them more visuals of the enemies and more accurate calculations. The trees that are blasted down by the artillery fire would also help in reducing the mobility of the enemies, and help provide cover for the ally forces that would be able to take the opportunity to approach while the enemies are distracted or pinned by the bombardment.
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[Granselian Forces] 50/50
10x Urukuss Field Artillery Gun (20) 30x Dosfrango Light Field Artillery Gun (30)
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Post by Carlos on Jun 2, 2016 21:51:46 GMT -6
Tres and Cero lead the Blood Blades as the advance scout. Moving with tight noise discipline and making use of available cover. The formation was strung out across what they felt was a reasonable front. Before long they caught their first sightings of the enemy. Staying concealed, the Blood Blades massed, taking cover with a wide spacing. The reason for being the Youth Brigade and Shock Troops would close with the enemy. However the Shock Troops clad in armor and the less disciplined Youth Brigade would no doubt be spotted well before they could close in. So they were merely waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every Blood Blade using their superior training to get a bead on any officers visible in the enemy formation.
The clank and ding of the Shock Troops could be heard approaching. At first the enemy wasn't sure what they were hearing. The sounds mixing together to a strange chorus. Until finally they spotted the glint of the furnished steel. Before they could react in earnest, an initial wave of well aimed shots scythed through the skirmishers in the enemy formation, followed by the rest of the Blood Blades pouring it on. The Youth Brigade were eager to rush in and engage, but were under orders to follow behind the steady progress of the Shock Troops.
The Shock Troops and Youth Brigade were clearing the line of Blood Blades as they continued to lay on accurate shots. They kept their fire disciplined, not rushed, going for precision. It was around this time that they heard the thunder of artillery in the distance.
10 x Youth Brigade (400 Troops) 20 x Shock Troops (500 Troops) 20 x Blood Blades (300 Troops)
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Post by Pitman on Jun 2, 2016 23:29:00 GMT -6
Jorge looked through his binoculars as the forward scouts suddenly one heard the horns which meant contact was soon meant. The men in the forward lines moved in skirmishing positions would slow get low and both sides would begin taking pop shots at each other. It is hard to tell due to the cover of the trees on what exactly who was winning or even the exact positions exception due to the horns.
"It seems it has begun skirmishers from both sides have begun to engage.", Hertz soon commented from his side as Jorge nodded back.
"It would seem so, banners from both sides are raised and now we both come into full terms of conflict. We cannot push forward, it would only allow them to be ready its most likely he is using the mercenaries as his forward units well his real forces behind. For now only skirmishing but once the artillery begins have our men keep a safe distance from their own scouts.", Jorge soon ordered as the battle begun.
At the forward positions the scouts soon stayed low as they moved into position between the tree line as the cover helped both sides quite effectively. As soon their weapons were in range they stayed low and begun firing towards the other scouts on the Securitate's side. Their goal of course wasn't to charge toward their deaths, instead they simply wished to bait out the other side to come towards them. If they moved towards them they would slowly pull back if not they would stay put firing toward the enemy well they were prone on the ground. Their weapons were mixed from the Paemir older Rifles and of course the provided weapons by Lord Kasorymor. As the firing began men began to be hit left and right. Some were only slightly wounded some were killed out right as the fighting began to become intensified. They only numbered less then a hundred now on the skirmishing line and it would seemed they were being overwhelmed suddenly a sound they didn't recognize could be heard. Then before them artillery rocked the area of the fighting was by sheer luck the forward positions men were not hit but was close enough to hear the ringing explosions and the dust being picked up where the enemies were before them. They were in the most perfect spot if they moved forward too much the artillery instead would of hit them. Never the less they kept low as the attack occurred. Now what would the Securitate do in responding?
All the while Jorge and Hertz looked with the main body away from the initial fighting trying to see the results of both battles. Depending on it ended it would make their next decision, and it would come no sooner once the bombardment ended.
With Asher and his men their Calvary would continue to ride toward the forest from the plains they were still quite far away as the tree line could be seen only barely. Though one could hear the thunderous roar of artillery from the distance, loud enough to be heard for miles.
"It looks like the battle has begun, regardless what happens everyone in Paemir will know war has come to this land. Those artillery batteries alone tells all villages or run down towns it is happening.", Asher soon commented as they rode.
"My Lord it means a signal of a revolution doesn't?", one of the men soon asked as they rode.
"Yes it does, a signal enough that might get other towns and other villages to overthrow their oppressors. Though personally I dislike Lord Gransela I got to give him props that their artillery is impressive. Now let us move the tree line is over the horizon!!", Asher then finished as the calvary continued onward.
Paemirian Resistance
Lead by Viscount Asher Rorke
35x Highland Calvary (525 Horsemen) (35 Points)
Lead by Viscount Jorge Wyvern and Captain Hertz
6x Paemir Battle Wagon (18 Points) -6x Highland Infantry (Support) (30 Men) (6 Points) 40x Highland Infantry (989 Men) (41 Points)
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Richter
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Post by Richter on Jun 3, 2016 0:41:23 GMT -6
Gunfire rang out to the left of the sea raiders, indication that the bulk of their forces had been met by the enemy. The lighter booms of black powder weapons came first, followed by stronger modern arms. Cadan assumed that the Securitate had fired on Jorge's troops first, and then they returned the shots. Their group continued to advance despite that, so that they could work to slowly envelope that flank and take shots into the underbelly of Hameldon's formation. They didn't get too far until they found their own resistance. The crack of a bullet breaking the sound barrier resounded too close, followed by the snapping of a tree's bark as said lead whizzed by the margrave's ear to bury itself into nearby foliage.
"They're not bad," he was forced to admit.
In truth that shot coming anywhere even remotely nearby to him was a stroke of luck, because Kasorymor wasn't at the front line. As much as he would like to be, he was lagging behind to coordinate his battle line in a more efficient manner. This man had no shortage of bravado, but he didn't let that cloud his judgements. Brains had to take precedent over bloodlust.
The raiders advanced under fire, their machine guns opening up to try and suppress the enemy skirmishers while their own continued to belt out their own rounds. They pressured the flank opposite of the Curving Blades in the hopes that both working together could begin to force their lines to compress. Perfect for bombarding.
On that note, since the Kasorymor troops actually had radios, they shot back a few messages to James's artillery officers. Both to relay where they were, to not get hit, and where the enemy roughly were, to better line up their shots.
"I sure hope they don't miss, captain," the man beside Cadan said as a heavy caliber shell hit the top of a tree and obliterated the upper 2/3 of the towering pine.
The margrave whistled at the sight. "Tell me about it. Bit too big for me tastes, but I can't be faultin' that kind of power when it comes time to crack that sucker of a fort."
They had a similar idea to Tres and his men, get to melee and viciously break those light infantry. Luckily they had equipment a little better suited to making it happen, and they were also going at it more cautiously.
10x Kasor Platoons (150 men) 29x Gwithysi Platoons (580 men) 10x Trevluyow Platoons (300 men)
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The fight began ordinary enough. Jorge's men and Hameldon's fought hard, both sides had a lot of chips on their shoulders that they were hoping to settle. Both also knew that their would be little quarter. Things didn't go as Jorge planned, however. The Securitate did not advance, or if so not very far; they continued to pepper his skirmish lines and the troops behind them both. Their Paemir Arms rifles had the range to do so, and they continued to lay down fire frantically. Their aim was the same; force Jorge to advance. It looked like they could have forced that to happen, but soon after things began to go wrong.
The lighter soldiers on both flanks began to come into sight and range now, turning what looked like a numerical advantage by Hameldon's match into an even one...or perhaps even swing the pendulum the other way. Mercenaries began to fall as they were attacked from out of the corners of their eyes. The line definitely wavered where Tres and Cero were performing recon in force. The Easterners there peeled back about 20 feet under the constant duress they were placed under, falling back to a small ridge and holding up there in a V-shaped formation, the point arrayed towards the Blades, of course. They fired in drill, first rank, second rank, third to keep constant fire down on the approaching soldiers; this getting around the fact their guns were single shot. Whether or not that would be heavy enough to break their charge would remain to be seen, but they wouldn't get to melee without damage. The men at the front of this line began to drawn their own sickle swords from sheaths on their belts, it looked like they did not intend to shy away from melee. It was hard to tell if they had managed to shoot any officers or not, with each clan's traditions and dress varying so wildly.
They did similar against Kasorymor, though the machine guns there were making the retreat to better ground a lot more difficult.
And around then was when the artillery shells began to fall. Huge plumes of earth were thrown up like confetti around the area, with hideous snaps and crackling as trees were shredded and tossed with equal ease. Screams from those unfortunate enough to be hit were mercifully drowned out by the boom of ordnance. It made the enemy general grit his teeth. Granselan guns were infamous, and it was why he took the time to dig in...but it might not be enough, at this rate. Still. If he could massacre the rebel army those guns would be useless. And he did have another plan. Another horn sounded with a wave of the hand to signal the next phase of the plan.
As was stated prior, Hameldon had heavier MG's hidden around the area. They began to open up now. A few belted out rounds at the two outflanking forces from wooded hilltops, but the vast majority were driving down bullets into the ranks of Jorge's highlanders. This was how he intended to force them to advance, or one way, rather. With vastly superior machine guns, they'd be scythed down eventually even if they continued to hide behind their entrenchments. A handful had got destroyed by the initial bombardment, but he had made certain to dig in those emplacements especially heavily to protect them from that. His own artillery began to fire too, the smaller 37mm guns first. They were pulled up to just behind his main line and used as field guns to drop shells directly into the lines of Jorge's resistance. The skirmishers were too close to risk shooting them back, but a pair of guns on either flank were loaded with canister and waiting in case the eastern troops broke before the Blades or Kasors. If either side was keen of eye, they might see them moving into position and know they were being baited into a trap.
Hameldon had his own theories about cannons, he believed they could be mobile, and used them to do such. The concept of the 'galloper gun', the horses were left attached to the pieces as they fired, and they were drug away to new positions rapidly between shots to evade counter battery fire. These would be a massive problem for the resistance, and it was part two of how he sought to force the hand of the rebels. They advanced along preplanned circuits that made it hard to predict where James needed to shoot to silence them.
The 50mm's attempted to engage in counter battery fire with James. They had range out to 2-4 miles, and they were left in hastily dug pits from which they lobbed shells at a high angle to try and smash the Granselan's Dosfrango guns. Being in the forest their lines of sight weren't particularly good, but they did have a rough idea of where they were placed from the angles of fire, and the gaps being blown in the woods. These guns did not move after shooting, and they fired slower than their counterparts due to the muzzleloader nature.
While this was going on he got ready to call back the Easterners to let the two main lines clash, moving them to the flanks to reinforce while his reserves moved around to prepare for potential breeches. He hoped that firing his own artillery would help to solidify his men's morale. The quaking of the earth was definitely making men nervous, but so far, they weren't too bad off.
TL;DR: The skirmish line is beginning to pull back at the center and solidify at the flanks to meet Cadan and Tres/Cero. The Securitate main line and light arty are attacking Jorge's main line in hopes of forcing him forward in counter. Machine guns are shooting at everyone with an emphasis on Pitman. 50mm guns are engaging James in counter batter fire.
Securitate Punitive Expedition:
30x Securitate Heavy Infantry Platoons (300 men) 99x Securitate Infantry Platoons (1980 men) 20x Paemir Horse Driven 37mm Howitzer Gun (20 guns)
57x Eastern Men-At-Arms Platoons (1710 men) 20x Border Reiver Troops (500 horsemen) 20x Mountain Guns (20 guns)
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