CHAPTER 4
Burden
30 years… 30 years of unceasing conflict with the Empire. Akre sighs deeply and couldn't help but reminisce on it all, pacing around the room he takes a whiff from his pipe as he waits patiently for the rest, looking at the hourglass next on a table, he could see the sand dripping slowly but steadily filling the bottom part of the device. Staring out into the window, he admired the tranquil night sky. After a while, Akre sighed 'What is a few minutes to an Elf that can live for all eternity?' He thought… his outward appearance of calmness contradicted with the troubled thoughts that are brewing in his mind.
He then stared unto the painted ceiling; the events that littered the roof came to life from the memories he vividly remembered. Closing his eyes, he let all sensations go into the night as he delved into his memories of simpler times.
He remembered when the Empire was still called The Republic thrived. A time of Prosperity and Opportunity (for the League), he had witnessed the beginning of this bloody war …He saw the unification of the human city-states and The Republic arose.
Compared to the other nations around it, the Republic was young and inexperienced. Insignificant in the eyes of the rest of the world due to their tentative alliances and scattered military forces.
At the forefront was Recipia, a rich city-state that claimed land alongside four massive rivers that, if followed, all lead back to the capital, Recipia.
At this Akre rolled his eyes. He still wondered how humans could invent (or discover, in Akre's humble opinion) new things with an imagination like that.
Over time, other City-States grew and expanded yet their growth paled in comparison to Recipia. The nearby Demihuman kingdoms and some independent human city-states chose not to join or interact with the growing Republic and treated them more or less the same but with growing concern. As time passed more and more settlers from the unknown lands appeared from the north, their numbers matching their speed of expansion and aggression to their newfound neighbours.
His eyes followed the massive painting as if following an unseen trail. A trail he knew, one that he himself saw. Akre could see the depiction of the Nomadic Permians, Northern Orcs, and other races settling on the far north. They all knew from mixed sources that their new northern neighbours came from unknown lands past the northern sea. They were many theories as to why they migrated south but he and a select few knew that they came to find a new home…and with new players settling in, meant they had to be wary of them along with the fledgling Republic…but it also came with a few…opportunities, one such was to stop the growth of the republic and to prevent the new threats from getting too far south, the surrounding nations all agreed to use the Republic as a buffer (without informing the Republic of course).
With the continued expansion of these nomads, it was only a matter of time when they would meet the burgeoning Republic. One thing led to another, a game of politics, diplomacy, and…motivations done by no small part of him and his colleagues and eventually the Republic and the those that settled in the North eventually went to war. They expected the new Northerners to tie up the Republic and distract them from their rampant expansionist efforts. A war that would drain both sides with admittedly skilled Republican soldiers countering the Northerner's numbers making both sides dedicate themselves to the conflict and open them to outside influences where they would be kept in check by their tender and wise administrations.
That was not what happened.
He suppressed the growing frustration; he closed his eyes remembering how they aided the losing Republic… yes, they wanted them to be humbled but not replaced with another far less tolerable neighbour…so with great reluctance they started helping the republicans. It worked well at first, they supplied them with enchanted and runed weapons crafted by the dwarves, magic taught by the elves and the other races gave them both material and manpower… to an extent. Everything was proceeding as planned, they had even sent some of their own "volunteers" to keep up the ruse, but the majority of the fighting was done by the reinvigorated Republicans.
But overtime things began to change. All the states focused more and more of their resources to the replication and improvement of the very same weapons they were supplied with, and with growing horror, saw those same weapons change and warp themselves to suit the needs of the war, becoming something beyond recognition. The Republic eventually made several breakthroughs in Magical development, paths which were deemed too wasteful or too dangerous were deemed fair game. The creation of Focus Crystals was one such invention that granted the Republic unparalleled potential.
Eventually the Republic was able to win that war, at a massive cost of both lives and resources. Everyone thought everything would return to some form of balance, especially with how badly mauled the Republic was…but it wasn't meant to be, after one threat was defeated…another took its place and ironically the very enemy the Republic faced came from within, in a twist of irony, it tore itself in two and was caught in the fires of a civil war.
The Republic had opted to vote for emergency powers or as they called it, a Dictator. The title still confused him as to how the humans could ever think that giving one person that much power was a good idea. Granted they had tried to influence the decision with their own more malleable puppet that would benefit not just them but also the humans but as history has proven time and again, they don't follow the winds of destiny.
"Ardeni Lino vi Titus" He muttered bitterly, remembering the wide-eyed look of the young general as his name was announced. To this day, he regretted not putting forth an assassination request on that man. But even the most perfect beings make mistakes. Titus quickly recovered from his shocked stupor and proudly proclaimed that he would drive off the Northern barbarians with the full might of the Republic at his back and marched north with a newly drafted army and faced the northern horde for 5 years.
Ardeni returned to the capital as a hero, yet he had changed. The once boisterous young general had become calculating and battle-hardened and looked at any non-human race with a piercing gaze. Amidst the celebrations of victory, he struck and created a civil war that lasted 10 years.
The Loyalists, a name given to the republicans that kept to the virtues of the Republic led by none other than "Sertorius Cassius vi Levi" commander of the southern legions and a man Akre knew personally, he was an experienced General that fought countless battles during the Southern incursions. He was also a staunch republican, appalled by what he saw as Ardeni's plot for subverting the Republic, he took the Legions under his command and the fleeing Senators and established themselves on their south-western holdings. He struck ferociously and swiftly at the start of the conflict, winning a string of victories. The speed of his assault meant that a large portion of the southern territories were lost overnight and there was nothing Ardeni and his allies could do.
But Sertorius knew they could never win by fighting the Rebels head-on and so asked for support from their southern neighbours. Help came as fast as the winds of rebellion echoed throughout the fractured Republic while the rest of the other kingdoms just looked on and waited fearful of the outcome.
He shakes his head. They had provided all the support they could, careful as not to leave traces of their involvement. He lets out a defeated sigh, no reason to remember and regret it now. His reminiscing was slowly coming to an end as his eyes followed the last part of the painting, his lips pressed into a thin line as he remembered the end of the civil war too well, everyone does. Sertorius, as great a general as he may be for a human, simply lacked the resources to fully achieve a victory for the Loyalists. Ardeni despite the fault of this person and race, knew he could not match
For every soldier Sertorius could muster, three would willingly volunteer to Ardeni.
For when Ardeni fought in the North, tales of his feats grew. To the 'heroic' defences of the numerous forts the littered the border, to the desperate holding actions that saved many retreating soldiers. His name was whispered in reverent tones by the normal masses, and soldiers who served under him told their personal tales of valour and glory, their eyes misted over in awe as they beheld their young commander.
Ardeni didn't just fight the Northern incursion, he also maneuvered himself in the world of politics. He was a young commander that was part of a new generation of politicians that started appearing in the senate, one that advocated a more "united" government entity and the command he was given was the perfect way in which to gain prestige and influence.
He selected his subordinates carefully and made sure that they would be indebted to him, so when he finally took over the support which he carefully planted bore him the fruit of the majority of the states signing allegiance to him.
He could still remember that day, when soldiers, politicians and civilians were begging them to let them seek refuge in their lands. The aura of defeat, desperation… and fear was thick wherever they went. A lot of people might call his decisions calculated and he himself was told it was manipulative and at some cases he could agree to that…but heartless he was not and so he used his influence to save those he could from their exodus…besides at the end of it they would be greatly indebted to them…and one can only imagine the benefits that could be reaped after.
And instead of giving chase Ardeni focused on solidifying his position further. He gained the title Emperor for life and with sweet flowery words convinced the senate to ensure the safety of their nation they must establish a new unified state. And so, the Republic and the Democracy it birthed died with unmatched approval which gave birth to a new power, an Empire named Repicia.
Ardeni focused on healing his battered nation, he knew a large majority of the loyalists got away by sailing out to the west sea and fled down south into its neighbour but refused to pursue…at least not right away, as he knew anymore military action would be the end of them. He restructured the entire military, and Akre begrudgingly admired the innovations they made. Ardeni was also focused on improving agriculture and infrastructure and went around the new Empire to get the support of the population. All of which were made to ensure that they were all loyal to him and made them all complacent.
Eventually, Ardeni died of age and what he left behind was a monstrous nation that wasn't seen in the continent since. The title of Emperor was then passed down into his predecessors. In all of this, the demihuman and remaining states didn't just stand by but carefully watched during their war with the north, the civil war, and the establishment of the new empire.
Opening his eyes, he could not help but frown remembering that event. It was no secret that he was the utmost outspoken about supporting the side of…good or at least a nation that would come out as tolerable. They weren't naïve, they knew how deadly and ambitious their new enemy was and prepared for it. As the decades passed by plans were already underway to stunt and eventually defeat the expansionist empire.
The decades that passed were ripe with intrigue…spies, diplomacy, and sinister plots. Both sides gave everything they had in gaining the upper hand. He and the others in the council played a vital part during that time and for what it was worth everything was peaceful, strained as it was.
He suppressed a snort – it would be unbecoming of an elf, but then again, he wasn't the same as all the others - if Sertorius and his rebellion lasted any longer, they could have been aided by their neighbours, especially since opinions were starting to shift. But battlefield victories, can only do so much, the rebellion ended as it began, bloody…but the ideas of Sertorius still carried on and many dreamed to have their own liberty again, but for now the Empire, learning of who aided their enemy, directed its sword to a new enemy…
"I hope I did not intrude" Akre turns to his fellow elf, tilting his head in question "I could see that you were heavily…preoccupied"
"No, not all" Akre replies "I was merely reminiscing about the past" he said as he takes a sip of his tea.
His companion merely hums and states "To serve as a lesson to those who come after us"
Akre gave upon his friend the dourest look he could achieve, suppressing a smile at the old proverb often reserved for naive children.
The conversation flowed between the 2 of them, light and mundane, the hourglass in front of them showing the slow trickle of sand as the minutes passed. These small brief respites are welcomed, especially during these troubling times.
Akre presses his lips into a thin line, unable to sway the thought that kept itself attached like a leech…this blasted war was draining all of them…money, resources… manpower. For the last 3 decades both sides were just slogging at each other, something had to give…
"Denarii for your thoughts" His friend once again interrupts his musing, gone was the friendly air around them and the reality hung heavy like weights. Akre could only stare back at his friend with a neutral face, trying to hide his drained…everything. His companion across the table offers a small smile of understanding and nods. Akre couldn't exactly say he was tired…by Camua they ALL were.
"I'm sorry Braern" Taking his pipe, Akre got his pouch to replenish his tobacco "I have not been able to give myself some reprieve very recently" They were all busy going and being sent to places to forge alliances, gain favours and negotiate resources for the new campaign they were all preparing.
They haven't done much for this campaigning season, neither did the Empire. There were a few skirmishes here and there but overall, there were no large-scale engagements or a monumental tactical or strategic victory. Akre knew the Empire was slowly mustering its forces and soon enough they would attack when everything was in place.
"It is all well my friend…we all wish for some rest" Braern's tone was wistful and understanding, taking another sip of his tea, the aura around them changed to a more comfortable one. Braern waits for a few more moments before saying "Have you heard about what has transpired recently?" he asks with a mischievous smile
Akre looks at him in curiosity and answers with a simple 'no' putting his cup down. "Our Western 'ally' has achieved a most splendid victory due to our… forewarning" Braern says with relish, getting Akre's full attention.
"The Republic has won a victory at the "west sea"" Brearn says with suppressed glee. "They successfully attacked the Imperials while they were anchored at the major ports. Half of the fleet along with the transports lost… 20,000 men gone" Braern states with a firm and delighted expression "Lady Camua surely gazed at the Imperial fleet that day. The mortals have finally shown their worth in the alliance. I was starting to think them inept"
Akre starred in surprise. He found himself unable to contain a smirk of his own from showing, taking his pipe he could only nod in turn, but the gesture was enough of a reply to Brearn who continued on with his infectious merriment, the Republicans have proven themselves to be cunning and capable allies… somehow. This unprecedented victory was a welcome surprise from the inaction of this campaigning season. His eyes gleamed with a myriad of emotions, mainly elation, bloodlust and personal satisfaction. He couldn't blame him…after all he was enjoying this as well, they weren't sadists by any means. But the Recipians have brought it upon themselves in how they should be treated… After all, you reap what you sow.
A celebration is in order, calling this a boost to their morale was an understatement. With this development, any invasion that the Empire had planned would be delayed for months and he openly praised the Republicans. The Empire has been building up a large fleet of ships and men for an invasion on their holdings and eventually on their main island. When they first heard the news from one of their allies, King Hespaspus of Felsig, from their connections, a plan was already in the motion.
Akre couldn't resist a knowing smile "Our…allies have been very useful" He says while taking a puff from his pipe, filling his lungs with a comforting warmth. A slow smoky exhale came after "They have contributed much to in this war"
Braern shared sentiments chuckling like a joyful youngling. He couldn't help but praise his subordinates on how well they executed their orders.
Deception was an art after all.
Braern couldn't help but think on their next move…he let his ideas flow while enjoying his honey lemon tea.
They didn't have the numbers to face the Empire in open warfare as most of their troops were elsewhere and the once they did have on hand can only be used in defence and more delicate actions. This is what their allies are for… when they passed on the news that the Empire was amassing a large fleet on their west coast for an invasion…it didn't take long for the Republic to muster their own force for a first strike…especially when they were convinced it was headed for them… whether or not that was the case was lost in the panic then mustering of the troops. Was it wrong for them to deceive their allies? yes it was. Was it necessary? …definitely.
Regardless of how they achieved this victory, it was still a victory. Besides it wasn't as if it didn't have its benefits. With the ships and men on the bottom of the ocean, that left the Empire's western territories vulnerable, that meant they had – no NEEDED to pull out troops from their other fronts to fill the void and although they had a substantial naval force on their southern coast they can't pull any of those ships out on the threat of a counterattack or invaded in turn.
"This is great news for Queen Icenia" Braern says evenly, asking for a servant to fill his cup once more. He admired the aroma of tea as it was being poured, offering the servant girl a friendly smile as a thank you "It would give her some room to… reorganize her strategy and forces"
"Indeed" The Repicians ongoing war on the east with the 'warrior bunnies' was a waste overall, fueled by one man's hubris and pride…"Crown Prince Julius is going to have a pleasant time with this" Braern could only snort, the face on the prince's face when his stupid campaign would have to be halted was something he'd pay to see, the only reason why the Empire even invaded those eastern tribes was so that they could get more slaves and expand their influence. The Sahkeree, seeing an opportunity, funded the crusade to spread their religion and belief of their gods. This action however put a bigger strain on the Empire's already struggling supply lines. Over time it would be beneficial, the large expanse of the west is great for farming, grazing, herding and settlement once everything was over. But they solely underestimated the strategy of warrior bunnies and their willingness to both extend the war and sustain the casualties that they did. Because of this, the crusade lasted longer than it should have and used up more men and materiel than needed.
The war stretched longer and needed more men than planned, it also didn't help that Julius was a sub-par commander and had wasted the lives of the men during early months of the campaign. His inexperience with command was painfully obvious. It didn't help that their enemy refused to meet them in open battle knowing all too well that they would be crushed. Queen Icenia did the smart thing and played to her people's strengths.
Large number of cohorts were ambushed in the unfamiliar hilly and grassy plains. The advice and complaints of experienced officers were ignored and promptly silenced, figuratively and literally, when increasing doubts and opinions threatened to undermine Julius' command. His rash orders of chasing a 'routed' enemy ensured that pursuing maniples were led into pre-prepared ambush spots. Their supply trains were ambushed frequently, often raided and burned, while attempts at scavenging bore nothing but ashes for the starving troops. The once lush and green plains of the rumoured east turned to nothing but ash and scorched earth in the wake of the Queens' orders and the resulting skirmishes.
When news reached the eager ears of Emperor Dracus, his excitement turned to horror at the reports he received. Ignoring advice from experienced officers and before culling 'insubordination'? Promotion of inept replacements? Ordering advances into certain death? Madness!
He immediately salvaged the situation by assigning a more capable commander and issued a formal missive that relieved the crown prince of command. The Emperor didn't support that campaign from the beginning, but Julius forced his hand and they couldn't so easily cease the campaign with so much loss and little gain.
But just like everything in life…balance must exist. Everyone remembers to see the good things that come with the bad, always trying to see the supposed silver lining. But everyone forgets…everyone forgets that even the good things would have a dark shadow following it, waiting, watching…those caught unprepared will be the ones who will suffer the most. This was no different.
But, as life has taught him, everything has a cost. The Republican strike against the Imperial Invasion Force and the Icenian resistance brought them time. All those lives spent and all it did was give them time. He would not be surprised if their shipyards were already making replacements and new recruits being drilled relentlessly.
The rate of loss was staggering, and would outright cripple any one member of the league. But this was The Empire, a continent spanning dominion that could easily fuel their war machine. Akre could still see their shadow preparing to encompass all.
Seeing his friend deep in thought with a doubtful expression made him stop his celebratory mood. Frowning slightly, he asks "This 'triumph' does not please you?"
Akre looked up to his friend's confused expression "Forgive me, my friend" He said slightly bowing "But you must know that while this can be considered a total defeat to most, it is but a minor inconvenience to the Empire" Looking at Braern, he could see the barely contained annoyance in his eyes.
"They can easily replace ships and equipment but never the experienced troops that sunk with it" Braern replies in a matter of fact tone "They have lost a large sum of their elite legions" He continues as he takes a sip from his cup.
"That is true" And it was, as the saying goes…'Fear an old man in a profession where men die young' Taking a whiff of his pipe he could taste the tobacco and could feel the smoke in his lungs, holding it in for a moment and then exhaling it out slowly, feeling his body relax he tries to ease his mind next, but he couldn't help but think.
He stares back at Braern and asks, "You mentioned they lost 300 warships?" Braern could only nod slowly, his face riddled with curiosity "Why did they not capitalize on their advantage, especially since they have caught the Imperials unaware? Our original reports points to them having more than that"
Braern stares in confusion but eventually remembers the lack of details that was presented and tried to hide his embarrassment by taking a long sip from his cup, he was about to respond and remedy his lack of explanation when he was interrupted with the opening of the room's heavy oak doors.
Both stood at attention as they met the other arriving council members. A myriad of species, all adorned with decorative armour and ceremonial clothing, easily reflecting the diversity of their coalition made their way inside the chamber and Akre could not help but smile. The procession made their way inside the room, exchanging pleasantries and greetings to both Akre and Braern. They all proceeded to their own intricately designed oak chairs at the circular table.
As Akre sat on his own finely decorated chair, he looked around. The whole room was alive with activity. He observed the delegates. Warriors, dignitaries, and ambassadors from all the races of all Tonantzin, the people that made the foundation of their long-forged coalition.
Behind each member were their banners and sigil that represented them and their respective clans, domains and kingdoms, held aloft in between marble columns that were placed along the wall, all having unique intricate designs each one made to represent the species that formed their own coalition. The columns all rose to support a vaulted ceiling, having murals depicting the stories of their past. From there, a chandelier made from gold, the base that held the massive fire lanterns that illuminated the room below, the light passing through magic embedded glass that shone with a golden hue.
Any outsider might have mistaken the room as a place where the Gods themselves would convene…and in a way it was made to feel like that. Anyone allowed in literally and figuratively held power.
Looking to his left he could see Duke Marcellus Ro Titus of the "Independent" Kingdoms talking to 2 other delegates to his left, Troeger Li Vegetus of the far Western Republic, the remnants of the old Republic and Lord Asger of the North Sea Empire.
Continuing around the table he locked eyes with Lusha Ulacaryn, she gave a mischievous smile at his direction, Akre could only shake his head and roll his eyes at his fellow wood elf. She and her party that made up of dark elves and Volraden – wolf people – they recently arrived from the mainland a few days ago. Aside from being the coalitions direct link deep inside Imperial territory, their effective guerrilla tactics had made them a constant thorn on the empire's side and any attempt of retaliation is ineffective especially when they're based deep inside thick forests, swamps and mountain ranges.
Moving his gaze further around the table he could see the Dwarves and the Gnomes fixing some of the papers they have brought with them 'New weapons, I hope' Akre said to himself. They were in charge with developing, experimenting and producing all the weapons they used. While the elves and some other races prided themselves with advanced knowledge and application of magic.
The Dwarves were masters of the forge, rivalled only by the Empire. Their knowledge of industry and metallurgy made it possible for them to industrialize magic, they were also in charge of the management of the coffers which funded and ultimately ran this entire endeavour although personally speaking, Akre would have preferred if magic and technology were to remain separate.
Magic after all was a sacred art, something that needed time for study and dedication, they also needed to remember that it was a gift granted to them by the Gods. They should not so easily abuse a gift that could easily be taken away…but the fact of the matter is they needed everything they had to fight the Empire… after all they were able to reverse engineer everything the Empire made…personal feelings and pride were ineffective tools of war especially if one's neck was on the receiving end of a sword.
Moving to the next groups were none-other than the Lizardmen and Fairies. They made up one of the most important tribes of this coalition. Just like his fellow elves and the wolfmen, the lizard men were feared and respected for being the eyes and ears of their whole coalition, they have infiltrated almost every nation on the continent and they were always lurking in the shadows, always observing. The fairies were the smallest in all of them present, no taller than 6 inches tall, but they worked heavily with the lizardmen, infiltering forts and buildings aiding them in spy craft. Much like the elves the connection of their magic with nature is invaluable.
After waiting for everyone to settle down Akre stood up and said, "My friends, thank you for all coming today". Attention garnered, he continued "I trust that everyone is well and taken for?" He was answered with nods and words of 'yes'.
"Well then, without any more delay let us begin"
Taking the initiative, Braern started the discussion "As of this moment, our allies have achieved a most glorious victory" Braern directs his attention to Troeger Li Vegetus, the man having a knowing smile and nods in acknowledgement "The reports about the Imperial build-up on their Western most ports have been all but…destroyed" Braern ended his statement with a wicked grin, shared by both him and the attendees.
Much like earlier, He explained in gleeful detail of what transpired during the republican attack.
By the end of it everyone was smiling, the results of this battle would have a rippling effect on everything. From the easing of pressure from the Independent states and kingdoms, having the North Sea Empire fill the void of having their ships control the west sea, to having the Empire open to invasion. Everyone was jovial, Akre and Braern having knowing smiles of what the real intention of the attack was "With this, the plans for an invasion on the new Republican mainland is thwarted '' Akre continues. But one question remains.
"While this is all grand, there is still one thing that must be known" Looking at the Republican delegate, Vegetus nods knowingly, his lips pressed on a thin line, but his face remains neutral of any emotion.
"The numbers of men and ships destroyed do not match the number that was anchored" Lusha Ulacaryn suddenly cuts in. Ignoring the interruption, Akre asks the same question he asked Braern. Everyone on the table was quiet, all eyes on the Republican delegate with an air of expectation. Heavily sighing, Vegetus straightened himself.
"Before I answer, may I set forth how it led there?" The council approved "When we received news about the preparations of an invasion, we prepared our fleet to meet them with the intention of surprise, every one of you already know this" Nods were shared among those seated "When we arrived our initial attack was successful…one of the reasons for this was the usage of a new weapon, one we developed by ourselves"
This raised eyebrows and suspicion, Akre especially, he looked towards Braern and especially Lusha, both shook their heads slightly indicating that they did not know. Akre pressed his lips into a thin line, he would have to talk to them later.
"It was initially developed before our civil war, all of you know our predicament with the threats on our northern borders. But when the threat passed development slowed"
"What magic did you use?" Lusha asked.
"That I do not know" Vegetus replied "I am not a mage myself so I could not explain to you on how it works, but overall, we used large amounts of mages, mana, focus crystals and polished mirrors"
"We managed to create a beam of heavily concentrated magic that could destroy almost anything in its path" That caught everyone's attention especially Akre, Lusha and Braern "We dubbed it the 'The Sword of the Republic' the weapon was capable of using any kind of magic"
"That still does not answer the question of how you were not able to destroy the entire fleet" Garvin the dwarf representative stated, cutting him off.
Vegetus was about to reply vehemently for being cut off when Duke Marcellus added "Or the fact you have kept this from us" Vegetus could only stare as one by one the delegates around the table were giving him suspicious looks, among other things.
Seeing where this was going Akre immediately stood up and said "Peace brothers and sisters! Peace!" He stated firmly while looking around, daring anyone to speak up, when no one did he continued "I understand that we have many questions and we will have them all answered" He looked to Vegetus giving him a nod "First we must let our friend finish"
As everyone calmed down…begrudgingly, Vegetus continued "As mentioned we caught the Imperials by surprise… but the same could be said for us" Everyone around the table was quiet, confusion replacing anger and suspicion "There was a storm that manifested itself out of nowhere that caused both sides to cease fighting"
Akre could remember that day clearly, the storm upon investigation was large and fierce. It would explain why they couldn't proceed with the attack; the damage was also felt here. But it was odd, and he knew it couldn't be natural, not to mention they felt a large presence of magic that came with and after the storm. The revelation that the storm was caused by a weapon was beyond concerning, but what Vegetus said next caused him trepidation.
"The storm was caused by the weapon as you already surmised, but it wasn't caused by our weapon alone but both ours and the Imperials" The silence that came after was deafening, after what felt like an eternity the silence was suddenly shattered with a torrent of varying degrees of anger and insults directed at the Republican representative, Braern tried to be a peacemaker but his please fell on deaf ears as the delegates expressed their thoughts short on actually lynching the Republican.
"What in the gods name were you thinking!"
"Can you imagine what the Empire could do with this!"
"How did we not know about this!" Duke Marcellus stood up shouting, pointing at the elves, Lizardmen and the faeries "You people are absolutely useless!"
This drew the attention of the group drawing their ire, Marcella of the fae folk was about to lash out when she was stopped by the Lizardmen Lord Cartus, and just as well, Marcella was known for her beauty as well as her reputation for holding a burning grievance to those that would insult her and her people, the Fairy settled down but she never took her eyes away from the Duke
"Duke Marcellus I understand your concern…but accusing us of failure is misplaced…especially since this weapon would have passed through the region that is in your control, regions that are 'sympathetic' to our cause" Marcellus for his part was enraged with this
"Let us not forget that the Empire holds vast lands, lands they can easily construct such devices, we cannot be everywhere at once" Lusha cut in, nodding in apology to Cartus in which he returns in kind she continues "Not to mention that they also employ our people"
That was true, the Empire was far from turning away from such methods of spy craft. While others would use deception, and threats to convince their fellow brothers and sisters to do counter espionage, the Empire offered those who helped them with "generous" gifts, promise of lands, wealth and power. Ironically it keeps those promises to the letter, a trait that has earned the respect of those who served them and hatred to those that opposed them.
Akre for his part was quietly watching, his face passive but his thoughts were a maelstrom…if this was true…the repercussions are unimaginable…no…a weapon like that would cause ripples long into the future. If the empire had this in their arsenal, then they would have no choice, but to mass produce the weapon in haste…everyone would have one…need one…an arms race would start, they would engulf this world with more powerful weapons…and the Sahkeree…by the gods….those extremists would wield this for this crusade.
Gripping the armrest of his chair Akre could only imagine an uncertain future, one with new alliances, weapons of all sorts of sizes and immense power pointed at each other's throats. Breathing in deeply and sighing to himself…he had to calm down, the future is uncertain but has many outcomes. They just had to play their cards right…alter their plans a little.
Looking around he could still see the fog of chaos that has befallen this gathering, closing his eyes, he stood up preparing himself for what he was about to do.
The ongoing uproar was suddenly silenced by a loud slam on the wooden table. The impact echoed around the room like a torrent. The succeeding silence was as deafening as the turmoil that preceded it, attention was turned to the source of the disruption. Akre was standing straight as a pillar, eyes aflame with a golden hue as his magic lingered around him like miasma, challenging those that dared his dominance. Everyone around the table sat down, placated.
Order restored, Akre opened with "Lord Troeger Li Vegetus" He stated evenly "When can we expect the design of this protype be made available?"
"We can provide the pattern immediately" Vegetus says evenly refusing to be cowed "The weapon itself can be delivered in a fortnight, the seas are still rough due to the storm"
Nodding Akre turned to Lord Garvin "Can we expect the weapon to be produced en masse with due haste?"
"Aye, got no choice about it" sighing Gavin announced to everyone "Until we see the weapon itself, we can't be sure"
"But we are confident we can make it for everyone with spares for everything, once we see the plans, making it shouldn't be too difficult" Herble the Gnome beside the Dwarf delegate replied.
Akre nods approvingly "Lord Vegetus" getting the republicans attention "I hope you understand our companions indignance, but if you have failed to inform us any later then we would be left with an extreme disadvantage" not really, Akre adds the last part to himself, he's sure that they would have found out eventually but he wouldn't pass the chance on humiliating the Republican for his irresponsibility.
"That I understand Lord Akre" The Republican nods, standing up meeting Akre's gaze and spoke evenly "But everyone has secrets to keep, don't they?" Once again silence permeated the room, everyone was looking at the pair, questions and confusion clearly being felt all around.
Akre gave no response, neither his demeanour nor expression betrayed what he felt, but unbeknownst to all Akre was gritting his teeth, the message was clear. The Republic knew. How they knew, he could not discern. He was certain that they would eventually find out, but so soon.
They would have to…improve their intelligence on the Republic, if they knew then it only meant they were catching up 'the little boy was now learning' he found it amusing and it showed when all he did was curl his lip upward, an act missed by everyone but the person he intended it to. The Republican representative only narrowed his eyes.
"Lord Vegetus" Lord Cartus suddenly cuts in, alleviating the tension that was being felt "Your actions in hiding the weapon cannot be overstated, but I believe I can speak for everyone here that we are also thankful for the initiative you took in its development and usage" Making sure his gaze meets the eyes of all those who are seated before focusing them on Akre "In that regards Lord Akre aren't there a great many things we need to discuss?"
"Indeed, Lord Cartus" Akre replies, both him and the Republican delegate holding their gaze when they seated themselves. As the meeting moved on, Akre was still with his thoughts, if there was one thing that's certain it's that he needs to make sure they don't anger the Republic. The alliance they have share a common enemy but the bonds they share are tenuous at best. They can't lose their alliance with the Republic, they're the ones who can supply them with raw materials necessary for their war machine, if they were to suddenly cease all exports then it won't matter how advance their technology is or how well versed they are with magic…a war of attrition is something they would want to avoid.
They also had to make sure that the production of more of this weapon be regulated, He can already see the gears turning in the heads of many of those present.
"The Corelians have not accepted our agreement" Cartus mentioned flatly "We have been beaten by the Empire" He nearly spat.
"Bribed were they now?" Braern supplied, his tone and demeanour are laced with of already knowing a routine.
"Yes…they bribed the grand nobles to stage a small rebellion against Basil's sons…and among each other" sighs and murmurs could be heard around the table, with the Corelians now dealing with these rebellions… coordinated rebellions no doubt they would be tied down. The kingdom bordered the southern part of the Empire, their armies were a match to the imperial palatini heavy infantry and their heavy horse archer cataphracts were infamous for martial prowess in the field, but now they clearly couldn't be of any use to the council.
The Corelian kingdom, his kingdom was in a state of decline. The central authority he worked hard for was now being torn apart by his powerful emirs, his heirs Ismaaem and Ha'aaq were ironically working together trying desperately to hold the kingdom together, it was rather unique, normally siblings would fight amongst each other for control of any kingdom or Empire but here they were closely working together to prevent their powerful emirs from rebelling, but with the Empire clearly funding the nobility not as a whole but against each other, they have effectively made sure that no one group could consolidate a single powerful force.
"Should we send support?" Vegetus suggested "Ismaaem and Ha'aaq both abhor the Empire and if successful they can tie down countless amounts of men and resources on their borders alone"
"We don't need to" Braern smiles and sets his gaze on Lusha.
Giving out a snort, the elf merely smiles in response, with the ongoing rebellion happening all over the kingdom sending out agents would be simple…not easy but simple enough. It's always easier to send small groups of men rather than a big army, this would save them time and resources that they need elsewhere. They would have to target key imperial supporters and at the end of it, plus they would get a boon from the siblings, if not? There are always people around who can be more…sympathetic.
"While this is all grand, there is one problem" Lusha suddenly cuts in, getting the attention of everyone around the table, once everyone quieted down, she looked at Marcellus as he composed himself, a feeling of uneasiness evident in the Duke.
"We are facing the same problems with the other kingdoms…my connections told me that the Empire has already sent their agents out and offered the kingdoms that border the Corellians to 'stabilize' the rebelling factions"
Sighs could be heard all around the table, more so from Duke Marcellus, the Independent Kingdoms was cornered on the far-left side of the Continent, they numbered at least 7 in total. The massive sea on the left, the Empire, and its puppet states on the north and the Corelians on their east meant that they were surrounded, and they didn't have the manpower nor the resources to fight any prolonged war.
As Lusha explained the growing situation with Marcellus adding the much-needed details, it was news that was…unwelcomed. Everyone knew that the Kingdoms bordering Corelians had a history…an unpleasant one at that, they were able to resist Corelian expansion but at immense cost. They were able to get reprieve when they asked the Empire for assistance…at the time it was dire, and nobody envied their position but the consequences that came after was…expected. As usual the Empire gave its support by bearing down on the Corelians northern border and using one of the tried and tested method of bribing the Corelian nobility, this eased the pressure and the Corelians diverted their forces on the new threat.
The Kingdoms however were forced to pay a yearly 'upkeep' to the Empire for the work they were doing, it comes to no surprise that this would eventually sprout dissidence, and bloom it did, now ripe with malcontent they sent representatives behind closed doors to the coalition in the hopes of getting the much needed support to free themselves from the Imperial boot.
But from they were hearing the Empire was giving the lands bordering the Kingdoms free reign to whatever they want, the reason was unclear. Duke Marcellus was convinced it was so that the kingdoms will pressure the Corelians on their border and from what he could gather the Empire was willing to decrease their tribute if they would cooperate. A large majority of the table was silent but dubious, if the Empire was really this generous, what they were really planning. It was eluding them all…for now.
What the Empire was doing was a standard tactic of what they would have done. Sow confusion and mistrust with everyone and strike when appropriate, a tactic that was effective and deserved begrudging respect.
"Can you buy us time?" Akre asks
"I can, but some of them are already leaning towards the proposal"
Sighing silently Akre could see that everyone that everyone was disgruntled, looking at their spies they all shook their heads in response, they couldn't send anymore agents, stretched thin as they already were.
"I say we allow them to proceed" Lord Cartus suggests, at the sight of the confused and questioning looks he was receiving he continued "With the kingdoms sending out their forces inside the Corelian territory, we'll already have our agents stationed there" He explained.
At this realization everyone smiled, some more sadistically than others, they'll be able to remove the undesirable nobles of the kingdoms on campaign while taking out the Corelian rebel leaders. The plan was bold and would still present a challenge, with the forces they'll be sending out, but if successful the benefits would be immense, the Coalition would have unparalleled influence. They'll have to plan this further, but everyone agreed.
As Akre checked the hourglass, he motioned everyone for a small break. As everyone was leaving the table, Akre signals Lusha and Braern to stay, he has something important to discuss with them, they would need to act fast. Much like the Empire, they had made the most of the remaining time they have left, the next campaigning season would determine the victor of this conflict. As Akre made contingencies, he could not but hope their decisions would lead to the least costly amounts of death possible.
Hello Guys sorry for not being able to post for a while, I can't apologies enough. The recent situation we all find ourselves in contributed to it largely. I had to deal with massive lockdowns, then I was given forced leave which meant I had to look for work, I eventually got reinstated so I had to focus my attention on that.
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