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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 20, 2011 17:24:56 GMT -5
Now Ashemir found himself lost in the discussion. He was no strategist, and he wasn't sure what he could add, so he sat back, glancing from Brenthor to Raphael and deciding right then that he didn't like either of them. His gaze flicked to Draven, face blank aside from the worry in his eyes.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 20, 2011 18:35:15 GMT -5
((Skiiip~))
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 20, 2011 18:55:12 GMT -5
Draven didn't notice Ashemir's small glance. He had leaned forward enough to get the essentials of the plan, but doubt clouded his mind. They were planning this very soon and he hadn't had nearly enough time to get his strength back up. He'd definitely be staying in the tavern during the entire thing... He leaned back again this time openly yawning and showing how tired he was. No reason hiding it anymore. He was wearing down quickly and hunger was beginning to gnaw at his stomach. If only he could get out of here and go sleep... He sighed quietly and looked at Ashemir, as if hinting he needed to go, to find a meal and rest.
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 20, 2011 20:10:55 GMT -5
The warlord was on the general's wavelength. Valmar already figured he'll spare Seriah some of his men for his operation. He also already had a plan in place for his troops to infintrate the wall. Though, he did have one addition to spice it up a bit. "I do have a special operative that is going to create a diversion for a team of my men to sneak in," stated the Roman, "As far as getting the team across the moat and over the wall, lets just say they are going to get a little surprise from above. It might be comical, but I plan on launching the team by catapult."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 20, 2011 20:22:33 GMT -5
"Tch." Brenthor crossed his arms, staring at Valmar with one raised eyebrow. "Excuse me if I misunderstood, but isn't the first team supposed to get in unnoticed so that the guards aren't given a warning? Well if I may be frank... Bringing a catapult within firing distance of the wall is going to give the humans more than just a few seconds heads up." He turned a critical eye towards Seriah, sizing him up. "Incidentally, I hope you don't think you can just walk into those tunnels either. They're heavily guarded. It wouldn't take long for a warning to reach the castle once you're spotted."
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 20, 2011 20:32:34 GMT -5
It seemed like half of the people included in the meeting were as silent as the grave, but it wasn't as though he could complain much about it. Raphael arched a brow when Valmar said his plan was to catapult his team above the walls. Yeaah, he'd rather not be on that team, no matter how much reassurance he was given, even if he WAS a vampire. Could vampires turn into splat marks? He glanced at the bigger man, what was his name, Brenthor? Wait, the ambassador Brenthor?
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 21, 2011 15:29:18 GMT -5
Seriah's brows rose, "I'm not sure even a vampire could be catapulted without breaking something." He waved a hand, "If you want to catapult your men, that's fine, but it can't be until after we've dealt with the guard. Some well aimed grappling hooks can do the job with considerably less noise and flash." It was hard not to laugh at the idea of vampires flying through the air. He had half a mind to let it go just for the comical affect alone. "At any rate, once you've finished launching vampires head over heels, the catapult will be useful to break the outer wall down. That way those that can't reach the gate can just jump over the moat." He glanced towards Brenthor, brows raised again. It wasn't like anyone would have told the ambassador where the passages were. He was probably to fat to use them anyway. "Only the entrance is guarded. The exit is not. And besides that, I can kill a couple guards." At least, the exit wouldn't normally be guarded. Might as well put a sign up that says 'exit of secret passage, wait here to ambush escaping royals'. He gave the large man a last look, before deciding he was a serious downer. Pointing out what might not work was fine, but thus far he hasn't said a single useful thing, as far as Seriah had heard.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 21, 2011 15:46:04 GMT -5
At the idea of flinging vampires with a catapult, Ashemir looked completely serious on the outside, a mask which was just short of breaking down into laughter. Good idea or not, it sounded absolutely ridiculous. He glanced at Draven, pressing his lips into a thin line and shrugging one shoulder. Draven might be tired, but there wasn't really anything they could do until the meeting was over. Then Ashemir turned his gaze to Brenthor. Fat man wasn't helping at all. "Do you think for one second that we expect this to be easy? We can't use resources that we don't have, and the passageways are the best way to overrun the castle, even if there are guards. Of course, it might be a greater challenge for a man of your stature to quiet whatever soldiers are in the tunnel. And don't forget whose presence you're in, fledgling."
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 21, 2011 16:53:49 GMT -5
Malcolm was so very happy that he hadn’t been drinking when Valmar spoke; vampire or no, he didn’t want to nearly choke to death laughing. A catapult...Note to self: Stay off that team. He feigned coughing until he trusted himself not to giggle, then hid the last of his humor behind his mug.
As he returned his gaze to the table, he noticed Draven yawning; from the looks if it, he was more tired than bored. Maybe from that business with his brother? (Travis must not have been much of a help then.) Malcolm swept his eyes over the rest of the group, making sure that the conversation still didn’t really pertain to him, then nonchalantly slid to stand next to Draven’s chair. Trying to stay inconspicuous, he tapped the hunter’s shoulder and leaned forward so he could speak quietly, without offsetting the rest of the meeting. “You can go sleep upstairs, if it would help you keep from passing out on the table,” he murmured. “Bad luck looking for your brother, I assume?”
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 21, 2011 19:39:36 GMT -5
Draven leaned his head back slightly when Malcolm approached and spoke to him in a hushed tone. Exactly his plans, though he didn't think he should leave the meeting. Although, Seriah would probably understand. Valmar was another story, but he really could care less what the general thought at the moment. He nodded his head, a slow and barely noticeable motion before turning his head slightly to whisper back. "Marrus stomped my ass pretty damn bad," he muttered, sounding slightly disgruntled that he'd admitted it. "Still healing. I'll explain a bit more later." He leaned himself forward and then stood, a painful movement. He did his best to hide it in his expression. "Seriah, I'm going to go rest," he said, quietly, turning and heading for the stairs without permission. Again, he as assuming Seriah wouldn't mind, under the circumstances. He climbed the stairs before he realized he didn't know if the rooms were unlocked. Screw going back down... He sighed and sat himself down against the wall, tilting his head back and yawning. He'd just stay here...
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 22, 2011 17:47:42 GMT -5
"Don't worry, we're attacking during the night. I have serious doubt the wall security will be aware of us. Beside, we found great position to place the weapons that'll conceal their position while providing a perfect spot to fire." The general was quite sure the humans won't spot them in the ditch dark. Valmar then turn towards "As far as safety, we have experimented with the idea. We got to remember that we are vampires, thus we can take more damage than a human or werecreature can. From our tests, it seems our volenteers suffered from 'minor' injuries. However, when we give them a deployable cloth that spreads out behind the back, it creates drag thus slowing down the fall, making for a safer landing. The worst thing that can happen is if we seriously miscalculate and the soldier hits the wall directly. However, our engineers are quite brillant and I doubt they would ever make such a mistake."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 22, 2011 21:18:09 GMT -5
Brenthor could fit in those passages just fine, thank you very much. His eyes moved to Ashemir, face expressionless. "I do hope you don't think yourself clever, with that remark." He was starting to think very lowly of these vampires' intellect levels. Then again, he thought very lowly of everyone's intellect levels.... "But fine." His eyes narrowed just a hair. "Since I am simply a fledgling. I suppose my knowledge would hardly be useful. I'll just sit back and be quiet." He didn't give a damn who Seriah was. Brenthor decided that he would bow to no man, never mind someone who wasn't even a man.
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 22, 2011 21:25:01 GMT -5
(Skip me. :c )
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 22, 2011 22:00:01 GMT -5
Seriah gave a hard frown when Draven started walking away without being dismissed. Without letting his own opinion color his tone, he spoke before Draven had quite made it to the stairs, "If you can't sit through the meeting, you will not being joining us for the attack." He half wanted to beat the shit out of Draven for walking away from the table without even waiting for his word. He wasn't an unreasonable man, he'd have given Draven permission to leave. But no, instead he had this crap. It just meant one less person watching his back, at any rate. There were more important things to worry about than Draven being less than respectful.
He returned his attention to the table, replying to Valmar's plans, "Thats fine, as long as you take out the guards on watch first. I trust you to handle the city. Destroy what you must, preserve what you can, and launch as many vampires in the air with blankets as you think will be effective. As long as we kill those that will be a threat, and turn the nobles that will surrender rather than die." He didn't think it needed much talk beyond that, since no one else had anything to say. At Brenthor's farther grumping, he rolled his electric blue eyes, before looking aside at Valmar, "Why did you bring him, again?" Comic relief? He looked back to Brenthor, "By all means, if you have a better idea, or some useful knowledge, share it with us. Your very existence depends on our success." Seriah could stand arrogance, as long as it was backed up by competence. He did hope the ambassador realized just how fully his old life and position were fucked. He was stuck with vampires whether he liked it or not, and nothing in this world was going to endear him to the humans he'd been taken away from. He might as well make good use of his new place in life. Or he could be the fat man that makes noise everyone ignores. His choice.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 22, 2011 22:19:49 GMT -5
Ashemir's gaze followed Draven when the other vampire stood up and left without Seriah's approval, at which the blonde winced inwardly. Auuughhhh, Draven did NOT need to be making an inconsiderate fool of himself, he thought with worry. And what's more, they were down one person whose loyalty to Seriah was ensured. He suppressed a frown, deciding that he still might catch someone else for Draven later, if things went smoothly.
Then his gaze flicked to Brenthor. "I don't believe I need someone like you to tell me if I'm clever or not," Ashemir remarked, expression and tone just as blank. Insolent man! The tub of lard hadn't the faintest idea what shit he had to talk himself through to get here in the condition that he was! But fine, Brenthor could just be quiet! He wasn't being helpful anyway! They could just kick him and watch him roll down a hill after this was over!
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