Post by Azuloth on Dec 8, 2016 20:39:45 GMT -5
Palejaw had helped orchestrate the two recent documents that were published by the crown. First came the orders which had a profound effect on the population within a day. Everyone was afraid of being executed in the street for not showing up. It was a quick way to sort the patriotic from those that were lacking. Following that it was easy to pick out those that weren't human. Those persons were being arrested in the streets just for being who they were. Blood flowed occasionally. It was enough to show that they were serious. Conscription was extremely high as a result of this, and no sooner than the ranks swelling incredible amounts did the declarations of war go out to the various factions.
Julgrava didn't write it, but he might as well have. The Sorcerer-King had been indisposed since his episode in Fordeth's castle.
Palejaw knew the various enemies of the kingdom wouldn't surrender, but he also knew he had allies that were guaranteed. Like Hek'Cruica, Selbria, Cahalia, and Fringoth.
He could all but guarantee that the Royal Justean Guard would march on Morith, and that perhaps the Skaldi Resistance Front would do the same. It was a trap of course. The Republic of Cruinthe didn't have the man power to mount any sort of military offensive. They would be crushed once the major belligerents were taken care of. Palejaw also knew that Korasus would do nothing but defend their borders, they would not help the other factions.
The particular stroke of genius he was proud of was declaring war on the Empire of the High Born. The mountain pass that they normally used to travel to the northern reaches of Cruinthe was extremely easy to defend, and there was a damn that held back a huge mass of water that some of his most trusted men had orders to destroy if the elves failed to surrender. The flooding would be catastrophic. None of the other factions would receive the help of the elves, they hated each other.
So he sat in the Governor's Palace watching the city from a cushioned chair. The window reached from the floor to the heights of the vaulted cieling, the floor was polished marble. The doors and walls were white painted stone. Through those doors came a soldier wearing plate armor and cape. The cape was a purple field with a black snake devouring its own tail in a circle.
"My lord Palejaw, we've identified several addresses in the city belonging to foreign nationals."
"Really, and who might they be?"
"Properties belonging to a Countess Allyria Allenmorde, who is a half-Drokagr. She owns quite a few properties in Morith as well."
"'ow did a foreigner gain the title of countess 'ere?"
"She purchased land in the Delta province."
"So she's a RJG spy."
"She's half-Drokagr."
"A very good cover. The RJG 'ate non-'umans. She'd be the perfect spy. Round 'er up, and all of 'er associates. Kill 'em all."
"Yes, my lord."
"Inform me of any others in 'er network of spies. I want to know 'ow far it goes."
"Yes, my lord."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Your leave, my lord."
"Go, and be quick about it."
"At once, my lord."
The soldier left the room, gathered soldiers, and left the building. He'd proceed to the nearest property.
Julgrava didn't write it, but he might as well have. The Sorcerer-King had been indisposed since his episode in Fordeth's castle.
Palejaw knew the various enemies of the kingdom wouldn't surrender, but he also knew he had allies that were guaranteed. Like Hek'Cruica, Selbria, Cahalia, and Fringoth.
He could all but guarantee that the Royal Justean Guard would march on Morith, and that perhaps the Skaldi Resistance Front would do the same. It was a trap of course. The Republic of Cruinthe didn't have the man power to mount any sort of military offensive. They would be crushed once the major belligerents were taken care of. Palejaw also knew that Korasus would do nothing but defend their borders, they would not help the other factions.
The particular stroke of genius he was proud of was declaring war on the Empire of the High Born. The mountain pass that they normally used to travel to the northern reaches of Cruinthe was extremely easy to defend, and there was a damn that held back a huge mass of water that some of his most trusted men had orders to destroy if the elves failed to surrender. The flooding would be catastrophic. None of the other factions would receive the help of the elves, they hated each other.
So he sat in the Governor's Palace watching the city from a cushioned chair. The window reached from the floor to the heights of the vaulted cieling, the floor was polished marble. The doors and walls were white painted stone. Through those doors came a soldier wearing plate armor and cape. The cape was a purple field with a black snake devouring its own tail in a circle.
"My lord Palejaw, we've identified several addresses in the city belonging to foreign nationals."
"Really, and who might they be?"
"Properties belonging to a Countess Allyria Allenmorde, who is a half-Drokagr. She owns quite a few properties in Morith as well."
"'ow did a foreigner gain the title of countess 'ere?"
"She purchased land in the Delta province."
"So she's a RJG spy."
"She's half-Drokagr."
"A very good cover. The RJG 'ate non-'umans. She'd be the perfect spy. Round 'er up, and all of 'er associates. Kill 'em all."
"Yes, my lord."
"Inform me of any others in 'er network of spies. I want to know 'ow far it goes."
"Yes, my lord."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Your leave, my lord."
"Go, and be quick about it."
"At once, my lord."
The soldier left the room, gathered soldiers, and left the building. He'd proceed to the nearest property.