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[Ghazkull]

As you have no standing Trade Relations with anybody you can't buy food somewhere else...

The Fortress appearing twice is a mistake on my side...it's only one and that one belongs to Azthor.

[Sheb]

So Azthor got the capitol as a fief? Not sure that make sense, but whatever. :p

EDIT: Actually, the Pendulum may have swung too far in the other direction. That would mean that Aeverys' fief would be only 3 cities out of the whole cores. (+ the Hive). That's ridiculous too: she was the MAtriarch and invaded most of the Core herself.

Also, those Farmstead were part of the Reaches, and I don't see how in hell he could have a claim on them.

[Ghazkull]

Nope nope nope...The Capitol Delta 17 consists of the Hive, the three Cities and the Fortress CIty. Azthor got control over the Military Garrison basically

[Sheb]

So the Coreland is basically just the capitol? I think the Coreland need some Farm parcels as well. And Aeverys should own at least half of it.

 What about the letter roll?

[Ghazkull]

Si'kar

Roim

[2] as your troops march towards the pensinula in well ordered march columns they fail to notice any messenger leaving or entering the area...

Vengeance

the Shuttle Port was overcrowded with civlians, servants and functionaries trying to leave the planet. Since the First and Second Mirrodanian Division had been eradicated by the Mutant Coalition nothing was keeping them from advancing on towards the Fortress of Saint Jurislav and the small Capital of the Planet aptly named Lamp. Well almost nothing. Although the Third Repentant Army under Lay Deacon Lord Hood was approaching from the freshly from Mutant Hands pried Necropolis, where the Holy Saint Orybdus and the bigger part of the Knight Order of the Holy Beacon were buried, it would be still weeks till they would arrive. The reason was that Repentants weren't allowed to use vehicles of any kind when the destination could be arrived via the repentants own feet.

Meanwhile frantic evacuation procedures had broken out among the Nobility and the higher Clergy of Vengeance. But soon enough one thing became clear: even with all shuttles ,not concerned with supplying the Third Repentant or transporting the vast storages of Relics off-planet , concentrated on evacuating, the population couldn't be rescued before the Arrival of the Mutants.

Jurislav was pacing up and down in his office when Aeverys and Tavius were brought in.

[adwarf]

Trent sat on horse back as he watched his men milling about the fortress construction site, it had been under way for little more then two weeks, but half a tower and chest high walls made of smooth and sturdy stone had already begun to ring the land laid out to rebuild Stonewall. These lands had once been his family's, but no more, what was once his family's lands filled with villages and and watched over by his family from the fortress that had not fallen for twenty years, Stonewall, it was Roim who turned these lands to this. After slaying all of Trent's family he had burned down Stonewall, and tore it down as a sign that none should interfere with his desire to conquer the lands. Trent closed his eyes for a second, and shook his head to remind himself that emotions had no place in his mind, at the moment he had to prepare for Roim's Army that was getting closer for every second he spent thinking.

Looking to the half finished tower Trent smiled slightly at the flag that flew from it, it bore a green dragon twined around a silver spear on a plain red background. "Lilian I wonder if you'd hate me for what I will cause from walking this path, you always tried to steer me from the path Father chose for me .." He whispered as a slightly saddened expression covered his face, before him his soldiers were running about, many huddled against the wall or rested with their weapons placed on the wall as they waited for Roim's forces to arrive. Dismounting from the horse Trent entered the tower and begin to climb up the stairs to the third and currently top floor of the tower. His usual robes he wore were now replaced by a set of carapace armor, and a cape attached to the base of the back armor reaching all the way down to the floor, without the hood covering his face most people saw him has a rather handsome man, but many said his eyes held a deep sadness even when he looked happy.

Gripping the flintlock pistol at his side that he vaguely remembered getting it from Aeverys when he was six, it was a birthday present she gave him when he came to visit her at the Convent she lived, the only other weapons he carried was his family's sword and a rifle akin to those of snipers bearing imperial age weaponry. As he reached the top of the tower and took his place by the flag, four of his guards stood arrayed around the tower ready to protect him if need be, the army Roim had sent began to march out of the forests, across the plains, and up the road leading towards the fortress sight. Trent thought, "And we shall let them speak first ...', as he clenched the pistol even tighter in his hand.

[Taricus]

Tavius strided into the room, nonchalant about the entire situation. This happening on vengeance was inevitable, the church's folly was far more evident here than anywhere else.

"So, what have you called us here for Jurislav? Because it's obvious the orthodoxy has failed in it's task here. But, I assume you have a good reason for summoning us here while the entire upper echelons start fleeing like the cowards they are."

[Sheb]

"Regiments, Halt!" boomed Aerthius' voice. The order echoed along the marching column while he was contemplating the situation. The rebels erected some kind of fortifications on a small knoll and seemed ready to make a stand.

"Look like he doesn't want to come along he." said he to his lieutnants. "Encircle the knoll. Have the Serfs regiment alternate with regular infantry to prevent any weak point. Stay well out of firing range, our intelligence speak of post-Fall weaponry, but we cannot exclude at least some pre-fall rifles.

Once Trent's force were thoroughly, an herald was dispatched under a white flag.

"Trent of Salyar!

Your occupation of those land has been deemed unlawful under Novan law. We ask you to surrender your weapon and be escorted to Delta-17, where you'll apologize to the legitimate owner or face him in front of the Pancreator. Your men will be disarmed and escorted to Ayrmur ((A garrison town near Delta 17)) until your case is solved.

You have four hours from this instant to comply, or prepare yourself for the assault."

[adwarf]

Trent glared down at the man, and replied, "I request a meeting between me and the commander of this army, I will speak of such things only with your leader, as I understand such a meeting is honor-bound to happen between sides if one is requested." With that Trent turned and began making his way down to ground level, and stood just outside the place where Stonewall's gate would lie. A few soldiers had spread out around him, taking cover behind small piles of lumber and stone to be used in the fortress's construction. Now all he had to do was wait for the other commander to meet with him, at that thought he gripped the place where the Archon's letter was hidden beneath his tunic, though with a bit of it sticking out so as not to make someone think it was a weapon.

[Sheb]

"As a war as not been declared by Trent of Salyar, this is deemed mere law enforcement.
Hence, rules of war do not apply. Aerthius, Count of Glaybar will be glad to meet you after your surrender."

With these word, the herald left. Back at the camp, Aerthius was preparing the assault, making his men fashion large shields of branches and reed to hide them from Trent's riflemen. In front of his tent, a large sundial was slowly creeping toward the hour of battle...

[adwarf]

With that Trent took the letter from the Archon in his hand, and signaled for his men to remain at the fortress as he walked towards the enemy army. Soon enough he stood a few dozen feet from the army and began to yell, "Commander and soldiers of Roim's armies would you dare to stand against a vassal of the Church!? Your actions go against those of the Archon of this world, and I, the lay deacon of the Si'kar diocese, I have took these lands in payment for the sins that House Nova has committed and in my hands is a letter that declares these lands under my control and thus the property of the Church! Those who go against these claims are going against the claims of an agent of the Church and risk declaring themselves heretics who desire to overthrow the Church! Stand down, put down your weapons, and have your Commander come forward to verify that what I say is true or will you fight against the Lay Deacon of the Si'kar Diocese!?" With that he fell silent and waited for movement from the troops arrayed before him.

[Sheb]

"Well, if you would lease come to my tent, we could discuss this in peace"

The word were like an invitation, but the tone made it clear it was meant as an order. Faced with a regiment worth of trained, fit men, Trent had no choice but to comply ((Yeah, if you want to run away, we can retcon, but I doubt you can outrun a regiment.))

Trent might be nimble, but he wasn't fast enough. Soon enough he was in the General's tent, seated on a plush seat.

If it were not for the seals, I'd swear this letter is a fake. Since when does the church come like a thief stealing land? Since when does she takes other's retainer as vassal? The Church is most holy, but not every single priest is blameless, and the Inquisition strike lay and sacred alike, so choose your master well.

Back in the day of the Conquest, I would have shot you here and now, before besieging your place and killing or enslaving every single of your men. So is the way we treated traitor. But you know all about that of course...
((At this point we ought to agree on what happen to your family. Roim's no senseless killer, but he was kind of a Gengis Khan: If your dad surrendered or was defeated and then rose against Roim, what you describe would totally have happened. So unless you retcon that, your dad was a reb.))

Anyway, these were other time, and it is no longer my duty to deal with treason. We will bring you to Delta-17, for this is too important a matter to be treated by a lowly general by myself. Pray tell your troops to surrender, or we'll have to storm the place.

[adwarf]

Trent looked at the man and nodded as he spoke, "I will come with you, and my men will stand down but they will remain on this parcel of land and ensure the reconstruction of this fortress, if a single one of them is harmed by one of your men then I will find out who did it and have them executed make that clear. I do not wish for a war here for my side would be wiped out and yours would die in droves, believe me they will not go down easily if you try to betray me. Before you begin to question why my soldiers are xenos I will tell you, they are repenting for their sins in service of a Church vassal, any harm to them is harm dealt to Church property. Now if we shall get going I'll order my men to stand guard over the construction of that fortress while we're gone, you should know the place seeing as you burnt it down." With that Trent smiled at the man and gave orders to one of his men who had been ordered to come to the tent, dismissing him turned back to the man and waited for their leave.

[Dwarmin]

Averys walked in after, cradling small child in her arm-the birth had been hard, but the results...

She laid down her rifle and helmet as well.

"What have you called us for, Archon? I was overseeing the construction of the defensive barricades...little good they will do to us. Still, some of the men have agreed that they will face the Pancreator with arms open, and I'm preparing them as best I can."

Not idle, she. Averys had been in the field almost since she could walk herself from the hospice. She knew it was a hopeless battle-and a glorious one. A good number of the soldiers even had volunteered to stay behind, and create a last stand worthy of legend. Their names would be remembered.

She doubted they would last an hour, but wished them grace all the same. Avery's sat on one of the couches, smiling at little Kathrica. Her pride and joy, Her child. Avery's thoughts were distracted-what were Glory and Honor to the smile of your child, healthy and happy in your arms? Wind and words...

[Sheb]

So they're Xenos? This explain why we couldn't find where those troops came from. So Luthias is using Xenos troopers now... I'm sure the Inquisition will be most pleased to learn that as well.

Turning to his aide-de-camp.

The man refused our terms. He expect us to let a regiment of Xenos build a fortress on our land. Go and alert the various regiments commanders that the ennemy is Xeno scum, and that the assault will be in 15 minutes. Try to keep at least a few scores alive, we'll need them as evidence.

Turning back to Trent.

You've got guts kid. Facing odds of ten to one and still trying to dictate your condition. Did you seriously expect us to agree to such outrageous terms?

Anyway, I know this is officialy a law enforcement operation, but I don't want to treat you as a criminal. I'll let you go back to lead your Xenos. If you don't come to your sense in the next quarter of an hour, we'll meet on the field of battle, and I wish you the best of luck.