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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 22, 2011 22:32:05 GMT -5
((Also skip.))
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 24, 2011 1:31:58 GMT -5
(Apparently Blue is out of the order? Let's keep trudging ahead.
PAAAAaaaaaaT!)
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 24, 2011 21:15:11 GMT -5
Valmar knew everything will fall into place. He did have that fire mage who could create a diverson for the wall guards. Hopefully, he'll be able to handle himself while he sends a team to draw down the bridge. As soon that bridge is down, they can storm the city do whatever the hell they want.
The general was hopeful that the human ambassador would be useful to their plans. So far, he's just been as useful as a giant pile of horse entrails. Actually, the horse entrails would be more useful. Then again, Seriah told him he should convert some of the nobility. "Well, I figured since he has much knowledge of the castle, that he would be quite useful in navigating through the castle and killing the last of the royal family. Besides, when we establish the new government, we're going to need someone with excellent experience."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 24, 2011 21:57:04 GMT -5
"I'm a politician, not a war strategist," Brenthor pointed out mildly. "If you want to put me to use, I would suggest doing so more politically." He turned his gaze toward Seriah, eying him coldly as he considered. "Do not underestimate me. No one at the castle has the slightest idea of my turning. It's not as if people are close enough to me to realize the change." He as quiet a moment more before considering. "I'm not sure if you're aware, but the current political position of the castle is this: The king is as good as dead, as far as anyone knows. The only remaining member of the royal family remaining is the sniveling brat Lorin, who is having a good day if he can decide what to wear, never mind decide what to do with a kingdom. All important decisions really go directly to the high advisor, Tobias Lysand." He let that soak in for a moment, then continued. "If he were somehow... disabled, say, a day before the attack, I'm sure that utter chaos would ensue. Chaos would facilitate an invasion, surely... Not to mention that if anything were to happen to that advisor, the captain of the guard would be distracted. And distracted men make sloppy command decisions." Well that was really all he was willing to offer the vampires as of now. This sucked, really. How was this gaining anything?
His gaze moved to Ashemir, and he gave him the smallest of patronizing smirks. Tch. Arguing with someone like him was hardly worth his time!
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 24, 2011 22:10:07 GMT -5
Were they going to talk about what they might do after they took the castle? This thought kept Raphael sticking around, otherwise he might have asked the higher ranking vampires for their leave. Thankfully, it looked like things were picking up. He'd rather not interrupt them while they made headway, so he stayed silent and waited for a good moment to suggest his next destination as the spy.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 24, 2011 22:31:44 GMT -5
Seriah smiled slightly at the ambassador. Oh good, he wasn't just a sad sack of lard. And he did want as much of the nobility turned as possible- but they didn't necessarily need to be brought to war meetings. "A good plan, if we only had the time for it. But with the army perched just out of sight, and our already being expected, we can't afford the time it'd take to execute it." But he was pleased to see Brenthor was willing to work with them. He nodded towards Valmar, to show he understood the other's point in bringing the ambassador in the first place. "Well, is there anything left to discuss?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 24, 2011 22:44:31 GMT -5
At Seriah's question, Ashemir wanted to ask if Brenthor was really necessary. He glanced at the fat man, head practically snapping to follow his gaze when he locked onto Brenthor's smirk. The blonde's expression became incredibly tense, if still blank. To those keen on picking up the signals, it was clear that Ashemir was biting back an angry arrangement of colorful words. What the fuck was HE smirking about? Did the fat man think he was SO MUCH smarter than him? Arrogant ass!
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 24, 2011 22:53:42 GMT -5
((Skiiiiip))
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 25, 2011 23:05:14 GMT -5
Valmar wasn't sure what else to discuss about. It seems they have discussed about everything they needed for the assault. The bartender was awfully quiet. "Bartender, whatever your name is, come over here. I need to make a special order."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 26, 2011 14:46:04 GMT -5
No time? But there was always time for political intrigue! Always! For a moment, Brenthor's world was shaken, but none of this showed on his expression, and it quickly passed. So these vampires were really just going to march right in. But they couldn't possibly hope to win- the army of Cados had to be much greater in size... Were vampires really so much stronger than the average man? Perhaps he was on the correct side after all. "Very well then. I am afraid that I can be of no real help to you then in this coming venture. I deal with politics, a different sort of battle than the one you seek. The plan seems solid. I have nothing to add."
For Ashemir, the smirk on his lips grew ever-so slightly, the corner of his mouth raising condescendingly.
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Post by Vieko Ainger on Jan 26, 2011 14:51:30 GMT -5
Seeing that the meeting was winding down, Raphael edged over after the general ordered his… whatever he wanted. If it was a strong drink, he figured he might want to head out anyway. Including both Seriah and Valmar, he cleared his throat briefly before speaking, "Unless you need me elsewhere, I was going to leave for the wereanimals’ territory, to see where they are when it comes to figuring out how screwed the humans are."
And to generally take more time to pal around with them now that the necklaces were all his, but the vampires didn’t need to know any of that.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 26, 2011 18:34:08 GMT -5
From the lack of response of most of the group, Seriah figured that was the end of things. He nodded to Brenthor, "That's fine." He blinked at Raphael for a moment, not having expected the so far very silent vampire to speak up. "If you think there's anything you can do there to keep them distracted longer, by all means take your leave." He doubted much could be done now, but if Raphael thought that was where he could be most useful, Seriah was inclined to give him the chance.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 26, 2011 18:35:45 GMT -5
Ashemir hardly heard anything again, almost quaking with rage as Brenthor seemed to be making a point of being condescending. And for what?? He’d give that fat weakling what he deserved for this absurd undermining! But the most Ashemir showed outwardly toward this foolishness was a narrowing of his brows. If the ambassador wanted a time trap set for him, then wish certainly granted.
Coming out of his indignant inner rage, the blonde glanced at Seriah and then to Valmar. The general wasn’t stupid enough to get completely wasted before one of the greatest battles of his life, so... it was just a matter of Ashemir summoning the willpower to approach him.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Jan 26, 2011 20:52:27 GMT -5
Well, the discussion was going somewhere (albeit a bit slowly, but it was going all right), but it wasn’t particularly going anywhere that pertained to the local bartender, so Malcolm didn’t much need to chime in. He took to leaning against Draven’s now-vacated chair and drinking every time someone spoke. (A little ways in he had to steal Draven’s untouched mug, but he kept his old glass on another table and tried to be surreptitious about the switch.)
Just as the conversation began to fade and the basic agreement was that yeah, the army that had been clearly preparing to attack would, indeed, attack, Malcolm heard his secondary name (‘Bartender’) from the tall (really damn tall) General Valmar. Happy for any chance to hop into the clique (and perhaps slightly spurred on by the effects of his one-man drinking game), he slid his half-drained mug back with the empty one and swung around the table to come to an off-balance stop beside the general. “‘s Malcolm,” he said by way of introduction, smiling. “What do you want?”
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Jan 27, 2011 21:48:48 GMT -5
Finally, the bartender says something. The general knew he didn't have much to say about the plan, but it would be nice for him to contribute. "Just curious, what is the most flammable drink you have?" Valmar asked.
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