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The Calamitous Bob 190: Recruitment Drive By
🕑 Added 2024-02-09 18:05:42 +0000 UTCEven with the teleporters shortening distances to a reasonable level, it still took Viv over five days of travel to find where her potential general was hiding from the nearest active portal. As to why it took so long, the answer was that he lived out in the fucking boonies.
West of the port city of Zazas, the northern lands turned into wind-swept moors and craggy hills peppered with copses of small pines. It was a desolate place, sparsely populated by hardy folks who survived on hunting and fishing. The early fall brought cold rains from the ocean that left the trail muddy and slippery, the air chilled. Predators prowled at night in vain attempts to eat their horses. Viv was having a bad time. It took a lot of self-control to keep this fact to herself.
Jaratalassi had been rather clear. Sahin, her potential strategist, was a genius the likes of which happened once in a generation. Jaratalassi had even attempted to train him as his heir. Unfortunately, the man happened to lack the political savviness required to navigate the ego mountain chain that was Paramese politics.
Actually, that wasn’t what Jaratalassi had said.
Sahin didn’t lack savviness. He just didn’t give a shit. He had, apparently, a ‘realistic’ appraisal of his own talent and no inclination towards using it for other people. Fortunately for the world, the would-be Alexander happened to be the heir of one of the poorest lands around so he had no armed forces to take for a spin of world conquest. The natural resources of his tiny domain were fish, rain, and depression. It reminded Viv of England.
She sighed and turned, watching her small retinue listlessly ride on the gravel road. One cart for supplies and one for gifts were all she’d taken because on top of being supremely self-confident, her dear potential recruit happened to abhor showy displays, luxury, noise, and women. As in, female company. Not the gender.
Viv had a bad feeling about this.
For the trip, Viv had kept Rollo, who knew a lot about etiquette and represented the budding nobility. Lana was here as well to represent the mages while Ban Junior was the infantryman. She hadn’t managed to convince Lak-Tak to come since he was too busy inventing napalm, and none of the Hadals were interested. Four people were a good number anyway. They also brought appropriate gifts to show proper respect. Viv’s preparations were thorough.
Finally, on the seventh day, the clouds parted on a picturesque little town overlooking the green expanse of the sea. Precious rays warmed empty fields, braying cattle, and the few locals braving the capricious weather. Fishing boats bobbed peacefully in the nearby bay, while a snaking path winded up a sheer cliff to the towering form of an ancient castle, its tall wall bearing the scars of a long life. Not all of them were caused by the weather.
The first locals they came across were cloaked children sent out to do errands by displeased mothers, rain drying on their cloaks. They gawked at Viv like she was a ghost. Viv didn’t take umbrage. She was, after all, coming from the land route which was unusual. Or perhaps it was the fact they were the only ethnically pale people in several leagues as well. Or maybe the black pseudo-wings behind her had something to do with it as well. The first adult to cross her path bowed properly at least. She happened to be an old gossip who was ecstatic to lead ‘her ladyship’ to the town’s only inn.
“You’ll see, they do the best fish pie in the realm!”
Bleh. Viv would have settled for the worst pizza. At least the inn was clean and the innkeeper couple proved absolutely delighted to have new business in the off season. Viv had brought a lot of gold just in case, so she got the VIP treatment. At least the cart people would be properly lodged.
Thus prepared and cleaned, Viv led her three companions up the steep path to the gates of the castle. They arrived in the early afternoon. By then, it had started to rain again.
The fortress had a portcullis. It was closed. There was even a moat, though it was empty of water and some trees had even started to grow in there.
“Not very auspicious,” Rollo commented.
Viv didn’t reply. She was busy studying the ancient and deactivated defenses. They’d come across a few polite guards in the town itself, but here, the battlements were empty. Honestly, the castle itself was too small to hold a full garrison, much less a population of the size of the town they’d left. They were about to enter a relic of lost age, as obsolete as it was imposing.
“Should we announce our presence?” Lana asked.
“Yes. Let’s grab the horn.”
“Would you not prefer to use a sound spell? It would announce our status as mage.”
Viv sighed. One thing about being a mage was that you wanted to replace everything by mana. She was guilty of this as well.
“You want me to sing ‘pwa pwa’ instead? Or say ‘hello, is somebody there’?”
“No!” Lana scoffed, a little offended. “We could announce who we are and demand to be let in!”
“Just ring the horn, Rollo, it will be shorter.”
Before Lana could sulk, Viv explained that between the wind and the echo, they wouldn’t be understood. Rollo blew twice cleanly while they talked.
“Let’s just be sober in our approach. I assure you, being assertive is pointless against Sahin. Nothing impresses him.”
“Not even intimidation, milady?”
“I don’t believe threatening a key strategic asset into compliance is a smart thing to do.”
Lana blinked.
“This must be a Harrakan expressionI have not yet studied, Your Marjesty.”
“Sorry. Ugh. Still having an earth mindset. I was saying that it would be most unwise to threaten the man who shall wield one of my most powerful weapons, don’t you think?”
“That does make sense, milady. I only hoped we could impress upon him the… ah, to Maranor with it. Fine. I get your point.”
“Excuse me?” a hesitant voice said.
On top of the walls, a mop of frizzy white hair mussed by the wind barely cleared the battlements. It belonged to an old man bearing an expression of intense embarrassment.
“Yes?” Viv said.
“I beg your pardon but would you happen to be visitors seeking entrance?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Sorry, could you repeat that?”
Viv huffed. A wave of her fingers and the sound between the two of them harmonized. Damn wind.
“I said, yes we are.”
“Oh, wonderful,” the man lied. “Hmm, is this some manner of sorcery?”
“Yes, it’s harmless. That way we can talk without screaming our throats out. Now, would you kindly let us in? We’re here to see Lord Sahin.”
“Oh my, and who may I be speaking to? Apologies for the lack of decorum but my master bid me ask.”
“My name is Viviane, current Empress of New Harrak. This is Ser Rollo, leader of the Order of the Blue Roses, Lana the Blue, archmage, and Ban Junior, Sergeant of the One Hundred. We’re seeking your master about potential employment, if it pleases him.”
“Oh my, so many titles. Ahem, fortunately you are not in the extensive list of banned people…”
The old man winced.
“Probably because my master is not yet aware of your existence. I would nevertheless warn you that your endeavor might be fruitless.”
“We were told of many failures. Now, will you open the portcullis or do we continue our far speak session until nightfall?”
“Oh, terribly sorry, where are my manners? Ah, but there is the small manner of… hmmm. Would you perhaps mind coming in through the secret passage? My old bones are not what they used to be and I can no longer lift the portcullis after it comes down.”
Viv resisted the urge to groan.
“We’ll help. Some of us are really strong,” Viv said.
“And some of us even worked for it,” Rollo muttered.
“Hush you. I got stabbed for my awesome might.”
“Oh I couldn’t possibly ask guests…”
“For the love of Sardanal open the damn thing, we’ll help, alright?”
“Oh very well, very well.”
The portcullis slammed down. Viv walked in with confidence, dragging her horse behind her. The inner courtyard was an absolute wreck from dilapidated stable to cracked stairs. The only little spot of care was a tiny vegetable garden lovingly grown where the kennels used to be. Fat vegetables hung from shiny branches. As the group stopped, the man she’d spoken to rushed down to meet them at a quick gait. He was remarkably short, and well-dressed. An unexpected sight.
“Hello, welcome!”
“Oh,” Viv replied. “Nice tubers. Your work?”
“Yes. Old Lady Tillis — the cook — helps me on occasion. I find the task relaxing.”
The majordomo winced. It seemed to be a common occurrence.
“I apologize for soliciting your help…”
“Right. Please show Ban here where the mechanism is? He will sort it out in moments.
The task proved a little more difficult than expected because Ban Junior did not, in fact, speak Northerner. After the false start, the majordomo led them inside through dusty gates to a frigid interior.
Viv used the opportunity to study the castle’s dormant magical enchantments. They were weak yet solid, a sign they could be reactivated. The flow was peculiar. It strengthened as she moved deeper in but only where she was, as if the castle was looking at her. The central locus of the enchantment curved back towards a distant shape on an upper level. For a moment, Viv thought it might be a core but the locus moved.
“Do you feel this?” she asked Lana.
“There are defenses around us, yes.”
“Not that. A moving origin. I think the castle is tied to the lord of the place. It might be a nascent artifact.”
“Those are extremely rare, and most of them are quite ancient…” the blue mage commented.
It also meant that there were hidden measures, not that Viv intended to test them. The majordomo led them to a receiving room that happened to have the only working hearth around, warming a table large enough for a small group to have dinner. A separate table in the corner held books and accounting documents next to a bowl of candied nuts and a cup of tea. Viv suspected this might be the majordomo’s working spot.
“Please wait here while I fetch the master. Ah, Tilly will serve tea quickly. Please excuse her lack of conversation — she is deaf and mute.”
Viv sat down while the short man hurried off.
This was the most passive aggressive way to tell visitors to fuck off she’d ever experienced.
“Milady, this is highly irregular,” Rollo said. “The lord of the house should have come to welcome us, or at least to take our measures! And there are no soldiers here? This… man is failing at every possible duty or courtesy he could be expected to fulfill!”
Viv nodded. A moment later, a grim old lady brought them ‘tea’ in cracked cups. Viv judged it was water with a passing acquaintance with some tea leaves. At least it was hot.
She studied the distant shape of the nobleman above. It had not moved yet.
The minutes passed. Ban Junior started to patrol the place while Lana meditated. The room was bare and poorly isolated, but the temperature was toasty thanks to some embers and the sheer energy of Rollo’s incandescent rage. The knight was positively fuming.
The table groaned under his grip when the majordomo returned, terribly embarrassed.
“The, ah, the master will be with you shortly. So he said. He bid you be comfortable in the meanwhile. I apologize for the poor show, oh dear oh dear… I shall see if we can get some biscuits and candies, right away. Please excuse me.”
Rollo breathed in and out hard once the door shut behind the hurrying servant.
“This little prick…”
Viv weaved a sound isolation enchantment in an instant. She didn’t want to be spied on.
“It’s a test,” she explained.
“It’s an insult! A deliberate provocation! Does he want to die? Does he not realize any of us could kill him where he stands?”
Viv wondered about that. Well, no, she could kill him, no questions. But maybe he didn’t know that. Or maybe he didn’t care. That was more concerning.
“How can you be so calm?” Rollo asked again. “I have started duels for less!”
“As I said, this is a test so I am trying not to take it personally. I suspect our dear general does not want to serve and if he decides to do it, he will only do so for people who have proven certain qualities.”
“A complete lack of spine?”
“Patience and humility, Rollo. Those are the northern cities. Glastia had Medjin lead their troops for the most important battle of their existence rather than someone really competent. What is the point of being general if any two-bit prince can overrule you because you are merely a count? I am making assumptions here, but I imagine our recruit has little sympathy for those who pull rank. And there is reason to hope yet.”
“Which is?” Rollo spat.
“He has not asked us to leave yet,” Lana said from her lotus position.
Rollo threw his hands up in the air, then devolved into angry mumblings. Viv let him be.
The minutes turned to an hour. Rollo excused himself to look after the horses, which Viv allowed since it reduced the risks of shattered cups. Fresh cookies were soon served and Viv had to admit that they were pretty good.
Outside, the sky darkened.
Once the sun was about to set, Viv called back the majordomo who flatly apologized before she could even speak.
“I am terribly sorry, madam. I have told him repeatedly, however… I do not know what to say!”
“That is alright, my good man. Unfortunately, the time to leave has come. Please extend my salutations to your master as well as a gift. A token of my appreciation.”
She placed a small crate on the table.
“Permonn liquor from Reixa, Ducal Garden limited reserve. Six bottles, but as your master knows…”
“They cannot be bought. Very impressive. We ran out three years ago. It was my dear master’s father’s favorite.”
“I was led to believe he would appreciate it. I hope he does. They were not easy to obtain.”
“I will certainly let him know. Thank you madam, thank you. Will we… see you tomorrow?”
“In the morning, if that is alright.”
“Of course! I shall be ready. I only hope my master will be as well. Still terribly sorry about this whole affair.”
Viv nodded. They left by the portcullis again, this time with Ban Junior shutting it after them and then jumping from the high wall as if it was a slightly high bench. Truly, a superhero moment. Rollo rode to Viv before they were a quarter of the way down the short slope.
“Are we going to return tomorrow? AGAIN? What if he does the same thing!”
Viv gave him a calming look, patting his shoulder with benevolent patience.
“My dear Rollo, this is a competition that I am not willing to lose. Not after having spent a whole week on a damp saddle.”
“Then what?”
“Right now, our dear host wishes to see how obnoxious he can get without overtly breaking the rules of hospitality, yes?”
“So?”
“So nobody said he was the only player in that game. Rollo, would you say I can be a pain in the ass, sometimes?”
“To your foes? That would be a major understatement.”
“Thank you. By the way, I was recently wondering if I could still get drunk.”
Rollo’s frown turned into a smile of pure malice.
“Despite your strange constitution?”
“Indeed. Let’s find out.”
***
“I will require servants tomorrow. They will be properly compensated. A silver talent a day.”
“A silver! Milady, why, my niece is at your disposal.”
“I need four comely youngsters who know how to clean and cook, and two musicians.”
“Milady, young Kariss works as a traveling minstrel during the warm months — for weddings and such. Would he satisfy you?”
“That should do. A dancer as well then?”
“... Irlet is recently wedded, but she has always been a very lively dancer. Perhaps she will agree.”
“I will also require cold cuts, fruits, braised vegetables, fresh bread, desserts…”
“Naturally!”
“And your best alcohol.”
“We have root beer, some wine from Zazas… Perhaps milady would be interested in hard liquor as well?”
“I’ll take a bit of everything.”
By then, the innkeeper was rubbing his hands so fast they were on the verge of catching fire.
“Not to worry, milady, I will make sure you are kept in the best state to deal with our lord — no insult intended, of course.”
***
By next morning, it was clear everyone in the village knew that Viv was here to recruit Sahin. It was also abundantly obvious he sent irate guests to fuck off with enough regularity that the villagers were looking forward to it every time. Viv still refused to get annoyed. It wasn’t that she couldn’t display humility. It was that it was not her humility being tested right now, but her patience. Sahin was deliberately fucking with her and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
This time, the majordomo slammed the portrcullis down before Viv could even ring the horn. He bowed again while Ban Junior made his way up to lift it again.
“Welcome, Your Imperial Majesty, welcome!”
The hired servants whispered between themselves, causing the majordomo to express confusion.
“Ah, I see you have brought company?”
“My dear Majordomo.”
“Yes Ma’am!”
“I realize that your master must be feeling indisposed right now?”
This wasn’t a question but an out, one the poor man took with eagerness.
“Yes. He has — Yes, thank you for understanding.”
“Surely as a good host, he wouldn’t deny us our creature comforts?”
The majordomo frowned, but he couldn’t see fault with her logic.
“I don’t see why not? We are sorely lacking in our ability to welcome guests, to my eternal dismay.”
“Then I’m sure there won’t be any issue. Same place?”
The majordomo followed Viv as she strode back to the common room. The young servants hastened themselves to turn the place cozy with tablecloths, bowls of fruits ,and meats before disappearing in the kitchen. A blushing lad poured sweet vine into goblets for all four guests, then also for the majordomo at Viv’s insistence.
“Perhaps your Tilly could take a break as well?”
“She must send our master’s lunch to his chamber, later,” the man muttered with ever-increasing shame.
“No matter. Right. Some music!”
Viv settled to wait, now missing a book or two. That was solved when the majordomo agreed to share his master’s extensive collection. Lana then started a discussion on the nature of cold — an attack staple of both the blue and gray school — and how Viv’s tactical spell recreated the effects.
By mid-morning, the dancer and musician were granted a pause so a tipsy pair of warriors could practice some wrestling movements, very slowly at first, then a bit faster since they were wearing armor. To Viv’s mixed reaction, she realized she could not, in fact, really get drunk. As soon as she recognized that she was getting a bit mellow, the black mana in her body purged her blood stream and a cool feeling spread throughout her body, leaving her cold and a little weakened. It was weird how she had to be aware of it for the effect to start but in any case, it made the inebriation process just unpleasant — like a hangover without the fun part.
The others were not having qualms. As noon approached, the servants had been invited to join the drinking party and their dancer was trying to make out with one of the servant girls. The noise was soon joined with the scent of some large animal being roasted in the kitchen.
“My master does not really enjoy meat, or the smell of its cooking,” the majordomo explained with a pained smile.
“Is that so? But he’s not here right now. Surely, as a good host, he would not deny us the pleasure?”
Viv gave the majordomo a pointed look. It was at this moment, she believed, that he realized she was fighting back.
“It is only fair,” the old man replied, defeated.
The roast came with a side of baked tubers, and the braised greens Viv had requested. Lana was singing and dancing by then and no efforts to stop her succeeded on account of her using blue mana to zip around the pavement.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Viv told the majordomo over a rowdy song. “I have the second gift for your master.”
She looked up. The lord of the house was currently pacing in his room, the first sign of agitation since she’d come.
“It’s a thin dueling sword forged in the fires of our factories, then enchanted by Neriad’s servants. I believe this is your master’s weapon of choice?”
“It is so, yes.”
“Every aspect of this blade, from the design to the raw materials, were developed and processed in New Harrak. I hope it will suit him.”
“I shall convey your gift, Your Imperial Majesty. Right away.”
“My good man.”
After he was gone, a lull in the songs led to more drinking since the dancers and improvised dancers were all tired.
“Milady, you have an artifact that sings Earth music, yes?” Rollo asked.
He was finally smiling. It was probably a combination of alcohol and the general festive mess the Harrakans were spreading throughout the secluded castle.
“Absolutely.”
“I have to ask,” he continued, patting one of the serving lads on the head, “do you happen to have famous artists who were, shall we say…”
“Who preferred male companionship when it came to love?”
“Gay, yes.”
“Why of course, plenty. We can start with the classics. Maybe some Freddy Mercury.”
“You have my interest.”
***
One hour later.
“HEEEEEERE WE AAAAARE. BOOORN TO BE KINGS!”
Viv resisted the urge to block her ears. Damn. Rollo had an insane pair of lungs on him. Maybe a skill? Also, he was completely bare chested and she had to admit it was a nice view. It was Conan the musical.
“WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVEEEEEERSE!”
The sound enchantment made the windows shake with the dududun of an angry piano.
“HERE WE BELONG, FIGHTING TO SURVIIIIIVE!”
Rollo grabbed the nearest chair, swinging it around like a claymore. The improvised weapon groaned under his massive strength. The servant who’d been obviously reconsidering his sexual orientations since this morning followed with the movements with a look of terrible longing that made Viv wonder if they’d be returning with one more recruit than she’d accounted for. Maybe the Order Master was contagious?
“WOOSH WOOSH!”
Now having exhausted the integrality of his English vocabulary, Rollo roared in tune with the song. The chair clipped an empty bottle of booze. It flew out of the nearest window.
“Did I tell you I tink you’re kind of naish?” Lana asked as she did her best to climb on a much taller Viv.
“Alwaysh thought you might turn into a bad person but you’re not and you’re naish and I was a bad person for doubting you. Uuuuuuuuh. Sorryyyyy,” Lana finished, tears of gratitude dropping from her eyes.
“I’m happy you’re feeling better Lana. You’ve healed so much since coming here.”
“Yesh. And now I sleep.”
“PRINCES OF THE UNIVEEEEEERSE!”
The revels lasted until nightfall. When Viv left, satisfied, the master of the place was still pacing.
***
The next morning, Viv showed up at the castle with enough alcohol to knock out a squad, twice as many singers, greasy food, and a large white cloth she intended to hang on a wall so she could expose Nyil to the wonders of Audrey Hepburn. She’d also brought her third and last gift: a rare tea plant Arthur had torn off from some remote valley.
“My master will receive you now,” the majordomo said with a knowing smile.
She’d won the battle of attrition.
“Aw. I sort of wanted to watch Roman Holidays again. Oh well.”
***
The majordomo left Viv alone in a small bedroom covered wall to wall in packed bookshelves. Exquisitely carved board games lay on a large table, their pieces carefully labeled. Several showed ongoing games, with letters piled on the side. It smelled faintly of old paper.
The master of the house himself stood by a small balcony with his hands behind his back.
Sahin was a slight man, with painfully thin limbs and an androgynous figure made more obvious by close-fitting clothes. His hair was completely shaved, leaving only dark skin visible. He turned to study Viv in turn.
He inspected her so she did the same. Strategist. Second step of the path.
It really wasn’t much to speak of at first sight. Aristocratic features twisted into a crooked smile. Sahin was amused. Viv, much less so.
“I suppose we can bring our little game to a stop. I would be offended if I had not started it.”
“I thought you might appreciate some turnaround, a bit of spine and a bit of smile. Northern nobles are not known for their patience, or for their sense of humor.”
“Indeed not. Now that we have gotten this out of the way, would you care for a game of ‘chess’?”
Viv joined him across a clean board. It wasn’t chess per se but an equivalent that Varska had been fond of and that Viv really didn’t enjoy. She much preferred asymmetrical games with a fog of war, and even then she wasn’t good at them.
Sahin absolutely demolished her in less than twenty moves three times in a row.
“You can learn much about someone by playing them,” he commented.
“So I have been told. And what did you learn about me?” Viv replied without annoyance. There had been no doubts in her mind she would get stomped.
“That you are bad at it and do not expect to sway me to your cause by impressing me with your own acumen.”
“Very astute. And no, I don’t have the mind of a strategist. That’s why I would like to have you lead our army.”
Sahin slowly replaced the pieces on the board.
“And yet, I seem to recall you were victorious on many occasions. To what do you attribute such success?”
“Competent underlings, good training, good gear, simple plans.”
Sahin nodded as he finished his task. All of his gestures were slow and deliberate, purposeful, as if he were a pure soul piloting a body rather than a person. Even Abe felt more natural.
“I see. Would you say that you forged a mighty sword only to realize you didn’t know how to wield it?”
“Of course I know how to use a sword: stick the pointy end in your opponent.”
That got her a chuckle.
“I accept your argument. Ah, but tell me at least, is there anyone among your men who enjoys chess?”
“He’s not exactly a man but I believe you could play Solfis. Maybe you could even challenge him a little.”
Sahin searched Viv’s expression.
“You are serious. Well, consider me interested.”
He leaned forward on the table.
“I will be direct. There is a reason why I have so far rejected all the offers I received, the more insistent ones forcing me to resort to vulgarity. I will not apologize but I will admit that I treated you unfairly in the hope that you would leave. Now, I’d like to know what makes you believe I should serve you.”
Viv leaned back into her seat, rather more comfortable now that they were talking.
“I think it would be better if we started with what you want. General Jaratalassi recommended you. He said that you were his most promising student, yet now you are a strategist without an army.”
She spread her arms across the room.
“Strategy games, battle reports, essays on tactics, memoirs of great leaders… Your office is filled with clear signs of interest, and yet you have refused all offers to serve. I would like to know why so we can proceed from there.”
Sahin chuckled.
“Tell me, do you believe your cause is just? That your nation is the superior one?”
“Yes,” Viv replied without a single second of hesitation.
He chuckled, a condescending sound. Viv spoke again before he could say more.
“You will not find a motivated leader that doesn’t believe in some cause because the investment and sacrifices are too great. Whether they’re right or wrong is irrelevant. I don’t see why you would want to work with someone who will not give it their all.”
“Let me rephrase, then. Do you believe it to be an honor for me to serve you? Do you believe that I should be abjectly grateful for the chance of furthering your own agenda?”
It was Viv’s turn to wince.
“Well, how should I put it?”
She slapped her hands together.
It was always sad to admit it.
“I have gathered some of the most diverse and colorful collection of elites in history because I don’t tell people they should fall on their knees in my august presence. Mostly I leave everyone alone to find their own sources of happiness, and they gather to my banner when we have to fight. Sometimes I feel as if I were herding cats. So no, I’ll not pretend that you, a northerner I’ve never met, should cry tears of joy in my presence. We’re negotiating. I’m aware of that. You’ve still not told me what you want, by the way.”
“I was leading to it,” Sahin replied. “Tea?”
Viv accepted. It was the tea she’d offered him anyway, and she’d not gotten to try it.
It tasted bitter and pretentious.
“Thank you,” she said anyway.
“When discussing with foreign dignitaries, it sometimes pays to make them realize that some people do not see the world as they do, with them at the top. I see I will not have to go through this dance with you. We have now determined that I have no reason to follow your banner, now, I will also tell you why I refuse to be general. It is simply that I will not be allowed to take command.”
He waited for her to react.
“Are you referring to the political aspect of leading?” she finally asked.
“I am a strategist. I felt your inspection. You know I lack practice but I will still confirm what the old man told you: I am the best. I am not a chancellor or a prime minister or whatever title is given to a man who juggles personalities. I am not the one who will coordinate the warlords jealously controlling fighters who should be yours to obey without question. If I give orders to knights to hold, they should hold. And wait. But they do not, because their honor is at stake, and they cannot afford the other order of knight to tally more kills or their position will be endangered. I cannot abide this. I understand I am not moving pieces across a board, but if I am to fail, it must be on my own merits.”
Viv hesitated there. She wasn’t sure if she was missing something or…
“You have led an army before?”
“Only during training.”
“But people make mistakes, misunderstand orders and so on. They attack the wrong hills. They extend the lines too far, or miss a spot, or a tunnel, or they spot enemies and believe they are allies. This is inevitable.”
“Not when you have a strategist,” he replied, placing his hands on the table.
Well, that was why she was trying to recruit him anyway.
“Fair. So, New Harrak is in a relatively unique position because there are no entrenched elites yet. Well, except for me. Everyone is new. There are no ancient grudges or deep conflicts of interest yet, although I assume it’s only a matter of time, especially because I am going to implement some changes. What matters is that I accept objections and discussions during the planning phase, but when we fight, we fight. And one more thing. The men and women under my command do not fight for one commander or a barony: they fight for Harrak, and for themselves. Their own future.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I give my people newly cleared land and the right to elect their local leaders. New Harrakans have the most freedom and responsibilities of all people on this continent. That’s why when they go to war, they do it for an idea, not for a person. You’ll see that it makes a world of difference.”
The general remained quiet.
“We have war golems, mage cadres, Harrakan heavies…”
Oh, she was getting to him now.
“Hadal scouts, armored carts that spit non-magical fire…”
“You jest?”
“Nope. Oh, and a dragon. But she won’t listen to orders, only suggestions.”
The man tittered on the fence. Viv could see he was intrigued if nothing else.
“You would answer to me and to me only, and I only have one requirement: lead us to success with as few casualties as possible. That’s it. That’s your one duty. So long as you do this, you will have my full support. The others can complain all they want but we’re here for New Harrak, not for pride.”
She almost had him.
“Three months. Serve me three months. I will test you just as you test us and should you not be convinced, I will personally escort you back, and you will never hear from me again.”
Sahin nodded, very slowly.
“This chess player you mentioned better be amazing.”
***
Three days later.
Viv flew in to see her new general in his fancy uniform walk from the giant chess board with a full-throated laugh. He did not even acknowledge her as he strutted, happy as a clam.
Viv looked at the board. It was a nice golem construction with human-sized pieces that were easier and more entertaining to push around. The game was already over, with the eliminated pieces standing at the edge.
“Who won?” she asked Solfis.
//Your Majesty, please.
//I was playing Irlefen centuries before this whelp’s birth.
//He has some skills, of course.
//But he still has much to learn.
//I hope you were not expecting me to roll over.
“Of course not. It will be much easier to keep him entertained if you crush him every time.”
//I find your minions endlessly confusing.
//However, I will never say no to crushing humans.
“I can always count on you, Solfis dear.”
***
It might have looked like a hovel, but Poacher’s den was actually a carefully built warren with several exits, just the way she liked it. It was safe. It was hers. There was meat in the larder.
The sound of hooves distracted her from her mushroom infusion. Curses! Who was it this time? She crawled to her lookout to take a gander, finding the familiar sight of black plate splattered with pretty blue flowers.
“The fuck he wants?” she mumbled for herself.
“Poacher, come out, I know you’re here you old fox.”
“This ain’t no place for you, Rollo! It’s my rest day. Fuck off!”
“I bring you the deed to your land as well as your new title, courtesy of the Empress.”
“It’s already my land,” she grumbled.
And then it hit her.
“What do you mean, title?”
“The Empress is giving her elites proper titles and land. They’re on loan with the job though. You’re Viscountess of the bog.”
The man’s face split into a nasty grin.
“Congratulations!”
Poacher’s world was collapsing around her.
“Wait, wait, viscountess? Does that mean I gotta take baths now?!”
“Hahaha! And you will also have to MARRY!”
“Nooooooooooooo!”
Comments
Bear Minimum
The gay agenda strikes again 😔
KnightRider007
The man tittered on the fence. ==> teetered on the fence
M. Lampi
A blushing lad poured sweet vine into goblets for all four guests ==> A blushing lad poured sweet wine into goblets for all four guests
M. Lampi
They were about to enter a relic of lost age, as obsolete as it was imposing. ==> They were about to enter a relic of a lost age, as obsolete as it was imposing.
Roombot
Noooooo, not BATHS!!
Toni Pampliega
There has been a few.
JLM
Harrak is eternal. Hahaha, a short POV of how the other states are freaking out would be hilarious.
MrrC
@mecanimus - the sentences with the portcullis...... if this closed - then the portcullis is closed. To open a portcullis - it has be pulled up via a chain mechanism. I think you may be describing a drawbridge in the way you described the "portcullis" functioning.
Mecanimus
Hmm yeah I have to be honest I'm not using them to their full potential. But hey I've been writing for all of three years. Still learning.
TheOneAboveAll
Everything can make sense in a world of Fantasy. But you went out of your way to present him as a total failure : Lives far away from anything of relevance, no power on his own, no experience, no social skills, no capacity for planning, no empathy (his people is living like shit since he got no alliances or support) so when the Protag, that you spent 190 chapters to developp, especially her relation to her power, pride in accomplishments (Dragonslayer, faced against and with gods, First Black Elemental and so on) in such a disavantageous position against him for no reasons is very frustrating to read, despite the humor of the chapter Edit : Also, Sidjin still didn't confront his brother and relied on Viv(again, as always since introduction) managing the others army to cover for New Harrak army advancement. He didn't "got back" at his brother, essentially relying on him to end himself. The true Marked by Luck in my opinion. I say my mind cause it's frustrating because I LOVE the story, don't get me wrong anywhere.* Sidjin as a broken genius torn by the darkness of nobility and princes could have been more than "my wife will solve EVERYTHING even the impossible" (limb reconstruction didn't exist before her) Medjin could have been a powerful indirect antagonist with influence especially for the Human League, to finally get a resolution for Sidjin exposing him aand getting "justice" like he and Viv believes in. Sahin could have been a genius strategist refusing to play a game on easy difficulty, instead of dreading the human aspect of an army. That's just my opinion.
Mecanimus
For that last point it’s not exactly true. He deliberately didn’t warn their allies that the place was trapped. Anyway I can tell you don’t approve of the path I’ve picked but people have fairly explained my reasons and I’m going for that because I think it makes sense.
TheOneAboveAll
Ma boi, the "You can't do that now that you are crowned/leading/responsible" is one of the most USED trope in fantasy fiction. This is exactly it. Again, she doesn't need that child. That child have no experience, no victories, it's just good SCHOOL STUDENT that got his ex teacher to BEG for him (instead of taking him himself) It's a world where you can see everyone's titles and power. It's also WHY Viv said that she can't apologize as being representative of Harrak. For outsiders, Viv traveled 5 days to get shat on for multiple days and finally spend another 5 days traveling back with the kiddo. A total unknown that can't have any positive influence on Harrak of it's Army cause, again, damn kid with no experience and his teacher is no genius. That character is a second Sidjin : He just makes our Protag go backward, from "I AM A DRAGON" to "Let me prove myself to you, I just built an empire, and army, I'm the second true dragonslayer in history, first Black Elemental, but let me show you, backward living stupid child, how you have everything to gain to follow me even if you insult me now." (Sidjin makes our Protag go backward : Since the teleportation magic, all of his story points are null, since he never took actions against his brother, Glastia, got walked on by his brother on every occasion to finally see him die on his own, alone, and without any confrontation)
Clifton
I disagree with you for several reasons, but the foremost one is because your main argument is based on Viv changing. She has always done what was required to get what she wants - even if it meant doing dirty and unpleasant tasks. Her pride is based on achievements, not appearance. Saying she shouldn't do something to get what she wants because she now has this fancy crown and other people's expectations suddenly matter to her seems odd. She wanted a strategist, got a recommendation from the best one around, and went and got a strategist.
TheOneAboveAll
She's an Empress that just finished a campaign and have a LOT of things to deal with. Entertaining him for 14+ days is slaving for him. The dude doesn't receive her the first nor the second day and full disrespect her status, yet she stays to beg. What it says to the world is that New Harrak is the child little bitch. Literally. Medjin backstabbed the General cause stupid pride (he's Sidjin brother you can't expect much from him). Totally previsible, the General had more than 4 forces to handle, he could have taken advantage of that instead of risking the whole Harrak formation. It was kinda his ONE JOB as a strategist when establishing a strategy, since he admitted that New Harrak was the pillar of that offensive. And that child is "his best student". Also categorically refuse to deal with "stupid pride" so you can't expect anything of value from him with that introduction : No experience, No values, No allies except a General that we saw is not the smartest bulb or the sharpest tool in the shed. (Yes, lets make one prince cover the other, even if he tortured him for years and tried to kill him more than once) And again, more than once now Viv was like "I represent Harrak now so I don't apologize" yet just played the mop for 2 weeks. People could disrespect her when she was an unknown in the world. Now she's the effing Empress, Kingslayer, Prince Slayer, Dragon Slayer, First Black Elemental. There is no excuse.
Senko
She didn't let him shit on her she used the rules of hospitality to beat him at his own game while remaining in the bounds expected by a guest. Again I don't think you grasp the sheer difference between a modern army and a medieval/param one. Medjin broke a strategists plan to try and seize glory, Lancer broke a profitable province and even at the end couldn't believe he would be held accountable, the Helock city saw Viv beat a much older archmage in open battle and used a technicality to try and cheat her of what they'd agreed thinking she could do nothing. Then when that failed stripped her of rights and branded her a criminal. Yes Sahin is arrogant but he's also seen if he worked for anyone who's come to him in the past he'd be giving orders that might be ignored because of one soldiers ego and be unable to do anything to discipline them. Sure he's a but annoying but so have been other people Viv worked with.
Scion
Spy Master, expert miners, expert surveyors, Expert resource development
Gibborim
The bank is going to be in everyone's shit soon enough.
Graham Golder
Good chapter. All Viv needs now is a spymaster
Nicholas Grey
"The portcullis slammed down. Viv walked in with confidence" - it's clearly coming down before she enters - coming "down" *allows* her to enter, and she promised than Ban would help raise it afterwards. It's a drawbrige.
P enyuk
"It tasted bitter and pretentious." very strong French energy.
TheOneAboveAll
Yes, I really dislike him. Cause he makes our MC regress mentally. From "I represent New Harrak so I won't say sorry" to "I represent New Harrak so it's fine for a unproven child to shit on me". I repeat, it's established that the kid did absolutely nothing noteworthy since his days at school. Willing to let his whole domain and "skillset" rot away cause "I don't want my employer to politicaly gain from me moving their army". The world is bending backward again to accomodate the second biggest loser supposed genius in the story : If Viv acted like she usually did instead of accepting his tantrum, the dude would do absolutely nothing his whole life, and that would be the world's fault for him. And that's frustrating, when our MC was "gaining draconic traits" Edit : Also, your argument doesn't work. If Viv didn't took the initiative of covering the flank, it would have been open, then they would have been overwhelmed, and Jaratalassi would have been a shitty strategist to have lost an offensive to beastlings. The child wouldn't even take the job cause "wait, how can I be sure that they won't try anything to advance their agenda ? No can't do, no way that I exploit that for myself if they gain something !".
Senko
You really dislike him don't you? There's a difference between attack this hill and expecting your subordinate to do so in the best manner and attack this hill only for your subordinate to take his forces somewhere else because he thinks assaulting a hill is beneath his dignity. Viv had to reorient her forces to comply with Jarlassis orders after Medgin ignored them entirely.
M. Gunnarsson
I hope adoption is in thecards. Poacher adopting one of the little beastling hunters is a dynamic that could be its own book.
Jonathan
Or being dirtier afterwards than you were before.
John Anastacio
I hope Viv sooner or later teaches Rollo how to sing Macho Man by The Village People.
TheOneAboveAll
That's wrong tho. As we saw with Glastia's campaign. People disobey the orders of the strategist if they want. What Viv need is leagues away from anything this kid brings, and yet, she beg. Jaratalassi got his reputation from great defenses, not because he kisses asses. Viv even got a vision of that with Glastia's speciality : Tantrum. In one year she got more experience that the child did since he never lead OUTSIDE OF EXERCICES. The New Harrakan children GENOCIDED BEASTLINGS for fun. 14 days is a bit too much to get a strategist out of them, more like 5 days you are right. Jaratalassi is both a shitty teacher and a faillable Strategist, as shown by his handlings of Viv and reliance on the Glasta stupidity to hold the flank OF HIS MAIN FORCE Can't wait to see shitygist order the hadals as assassin cause "fuck your misplaced pride, you are a killer you will act like one ffs". This dude looks like such a delight to work with. And sure we will see his skillset applied, it's not like he got the best army in the continent at hand now.
Diego Rossi
I was laughing aloud when reading that.
Diego Rossi
I think the majordom was closing the portcullis to push them into leaving. Bran the Junior opened them.
deus vault
he doesn't want sex, but doesn't hate women in general. like some people do.
Diego Rossi
Considering Rollo preferences, and that he too probably will get a title, I think the joke will backfire. I suspect that in new Harrakan it will become something like: "Nobles are required to get a worthwhile heir, be it through natural birth, birth enhanced/empowered by the church of fertility or adoption." And probably: "It is highly suggested for nobles to find a significant other/partner/friend that will take control of their estate (under Crown supervision) on behalf of the heir of the title until they reach the age of majority."
Diego Rossi
Viv did take a one year course with Jaratalassi, plus some training in the French army, and she is not even near being a strategist, and you want to train someone from scratch in 14 days???
Diego Rossi
Jaratalassi has to spend an inordinate amount of time and resources managing the political aspect. Sahin wants to hand that to someone following a political path, not a military one. It seems reasonable to me.
Diego Rossi
Sahin cites one of the perks of having a strategist while speaking with Viv: “But people make mistakes, misunderstand orders and so on. They attack the wrong hills. They extend the lines too far, or miss a spot, or a tunnel, or they spot enemies and believe they are allies. This is inevitable.” “Not when you have a strategist,” he replied, placing his hands on the table. "Not when you have a strategist,” is an impressive power. And Sahin wants an army that will not trade the errors caused by miscommunication with the errors based on pride. What Viv need to create is an staff system like the one created by Germany in the late XIX century and then adopted by all armies. That system, up to a point, guarantee that the ego of a single person will have a lower impact ofn the army performance.
DAK
I read it as Rollo just taking a good opportunity to rub salt in her wound, since it sounds like the kind of thing nobility would have to do. Agree that no one is likely to actually force the issue
You are an evil, evil man. I read this chapter in bed after my wife had fallen asleep, and do you have any idea how hard it is to stay still and silent when you read, "Conan the musical" on the page???
TargetDrone
guess she can bath and comiserate with arthurs brother ;p
Emily Gurnavage
My guess is it's just part of the nobility social etiquette and is what people will expect of her. If you are a noble, you marry, end of story - sort of thing. Appearances, tradition, how the world works, etc. Viv certainly won't make her, and if anyone else truly tries to like shame her into it or something similar I'm sure Viv will put a stop to it once she finds out. Coooooooooould maybe maybe but I doubt but maybe have something to do with Noble classes / jobs whatever in that worlds magic system. Maybe after a certain Step Nous requires marriage and/or children to advance to the next Step as a Noble? Doubtful but possible.
TheOneAboveAll
The 14 days she took to beg for that child could have been used to train one of the Harrakan children that genocided parts of the forest from beastlings as a game. Since they developped new strategies and ways to hunt, encircle and kill beastlings I'm sure some of them already are in the path or will get the choice with some basic coverage. Something no strategist did before, let alone Glastia. Now we just handed the reigns of the best, and yet to be defeated, army of the continent to a unknown arrogant child that was willing to let himself and his domain rot cause "work is not worth" if it goes both ways, basically.
Clifton
I think the problem with homegrown talent is you need them to be trained to get the path. Viv has no one to train them, so it would take even longer. Acquiring a competent strategist short circuits that, as now there is someone to (eventually) train a successor. As for the benefits of a strategist, the Glastian campaign provided several examples where Viv's army didn't take optimal action because she was busy killing stuff and didn't notice things in time. The whole point of a strategist is someone focusing on the army and ensuring it reacts optimally.
Kitty kat
Oh man every single chapter is so freaking good, so well thought out and clever and so. much. FUN! I am so, so glad I found this story, it's so compelling!
Amer
I kinda agree. I don't know what this dude could do that would make him more valuable than say a homegrown strategist educated by the golem family. I'm sure Solfis has instructions on making someone into a strategist or general. Even if he's incredibly talented working with a pleasant 8/10 beats the pants off of working with an asshole 10/10. So what can this annoying guy do that someone else couldn't? I guess that's what this all turns on.
TheOneAboveAll
Which is exactly the work of a strategist. Both time we saw Jaratalassi lead a force it was a force composed of different armies, with differents goals and agendas, that are lead by an "elite" class. We saw how it ended for the best of the Glastian brothers too. And it's precisely because Viv isn't a braindead mush like the child wants his soldier to be that they didn't collapse when the shining star of Glastia pulled his genius move. Dude want RTS troops to play skirmich mods with no political or human factor in the equation, even if it means to never be a strategist. Also, it shows that he will never equal Jaratalassi since the child can't handle nobility. If there is a need for a strategist to coordinate again an alliance of forces and Jara isn't available, it won't be the child that will take that role, since "he can't deal with it" And our MC had to beg him.
Senko
I remember that as well the necrarchs had the power but lacked the mental development that made their kind so dangerous normally. The cores were perfectly viable and went to help power shields and other war options.
Senko
I wonder if they'll use the old Marquis/Count division where a Marquis was in command of a march (border territory which needed constant armed defence) while a count commanded a county (interior territory that while it could raise soldiers didn't need them under arms at all times) so the count was slightly lower social status.
Senko
It's more he wants (but doesn't realize it as it doesn't exist in Param) a modern army with a defined chain of command and rules. Where at the end of day the general is in charge of fighting the war and below them have additional officers responsible for carying out their orders reliably. What he had and why he worked so hard to anger and drive off recruiters was a world where he could say "Advance in formation to here then hold" only for a noble to ignore him, charge forward to claim the glory and not only get themselves killed but leave the entire flank exposed because they were of higher social rank.
Senko
If your domain is a bog I think you can make a case for not bathing.
ItWasIDIO!!
So case in point no need to marry
jarthur93
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baguette for anyone else who is thinking no way scroll down to origin myth section
Jaws2015
She use the gutspiller's head for Solfis's magehunter skull. She retrieved the core from She Who Feasts' mother's remains.
Cody McSwain
The cores are underdeveloped but I think Big mentioned in that chapter after killing that one necrarch that she would give the cores to the yries. So they are probably in tanks rn.
Nicholas Grey
I suspect the church of fertility is *more* than happy to provide “options”…
TheOneAboveAll
Jaratalassi is the best strategist of the continent (or "just" one of the best when it's not in defensive battle), and doesn't have full awareness of the battlefields or instant communication. And still do stupid mistakes like letting a whole flank of his main force at the charge of one of Glastia's princes, who all proved to be mopes, those dude lost a siege battle to mostly dog sized beastlings WHEN THEY HAVE GIANTS WALLS. So he's not unfaillible or omniscient. This child didn't even have the mind to build relation, keep a open door to the most relatives players of his field. He's a kid playing important cause he got good grades and never proved his talents once in a real situation. It's a basic skill for a strategist to not alienate yourself and your domain from anyone "cause they want to gain something from employing you". And we just witnessed our main character spend 10 days of travels and tantrum to basically beg him "the chance" give him the best army in the continent. After watching her build that army from scratch, it's very frustrating.
Jed Wolfgang
I read the ending like 4 times. Hilarious. I swear, not many folks can end a chapter as well as Meca
Red Viking
Effing fabulous ending there.
Abominatus674
It’s also worth remembering that skills and paths are a significant factor. Purely cognitive strategic skill may be great, but nowhere near as good as the same reinforced by dedicated system skills. Could be at high levels they have night-omniscience across the battlefield, or instant telepathic communication of orders with no chance of miscommunication, etc. Skills do work
Oskatat
Yeah, I figured the same
D
Didnt she get her first from some gutspitter tough? Hows that better then those guys? But yeah, it makes sense to implement something to not make old harrak into a core farming spot. ^^
Emily Gurnavage
I may be wrong, but I believe it's been mentioned that the Necrarchs in old Harrak are sort of babies and aren't anywhere near as powerful or mana saturated as "proper" necrarchs thanks to how they formed so rapidly in the disaster. All this to say, they prolly either lack cores entirely or have pitiful ones not worth mentioning. Ones useful for black mana trinkets at best, not war machines or shield generators.
Ben Morgan
Just because baguette was invented so mine workers couldn't stab each other with their bread knifes anymore because the bread could be torn doesn't mean baguettes can't hurt you.
Nicholas Grey
“The portcullis slammed down. Viv walked in with confidence, dragging her horse behind her. “ “This time, the majordomo slammed the portrcullis down before Viv could even ring the horn” When a portcullis (“herse”) is *down*, it is closed/locked and cannot be passed. It’s that metal grate that is *dropped into place* across a passageway. Did you mean “drawbridge” (“pont-levis”), which is open and passable when “down”? (Side note: you don’t normally “ring” a horn, you either blow it or “sound” it)
SDCard
Thanks for the chaptern Poor Poacher...
TheBotler
Fun as always, thank you for the chapter!
Clara
To be eligible to court the Viscountess of the Bog, one must be willing to risk climbing into her hovel
Clara
She's tasked with the heavy responsibility of making sure the bog is kept properly boggy
Leviathon251
Haha Rollo's contagious. XD.
TheOneAboveAll
That child is exactly the same tho, refusing and alienating every opportunity since he succeded in school because he can't handle the unpredictable human elements like pride (misplaced or not) and others using army movements and victories to advance their own agendas (what a shock!) I find it frustrating that Viv have to almost grovel for days to contend with a child that doesn't have any experience and in such a desesperate situation that Jaratalassi had to beg for him. And it probably wasn't the first time he did so. You need a strategist to use the tools at hand in the most efficient way to achieve a goal and handle the unexpected. His way to use the tools at his disposal (domain ressource and "strategist" intelligence) is to alienate, ban and refuse communication with anyone who dared to try to EMPLOY him with some gains for themselves to order an army around (something very much expected for a strategist). And Viv had to BEG for him.
Quixotic
"The natural resources of his tiny domain were fish, rain, and depression. It reminded Viv of England." Shots fired by a baguette eater
M. Gunnarsson
Solfis understanding of humans is limited. He can play chess, because chess obeys hard rules. It doesn't contain any unpredictable human elements. War is not like that, as Medjin was nice enough to point out.
M. Gunnarsson
I understood it as he doesn't mind the company of women, but he hates how nobles show off their, hm, 'eye candy'.
D
I read it as not having interest in sex or being gay. How did you come up with a complicated word as 'licentiousness'? Dang, im so happy for the online dictionary... ^_^
BelligerentGnu
Jaratalassi vouched for him. Really, that on its own is enough. Beyond that, it's just putting up with a prima donna in order to recruit top tier talent. There's a reason Mariah Carey still gets work.
BelligerentGnu
"Female company, not the gender." I think you're trying to say he hates licentiousness, but it's really not clear.
D
You know how you can read a chapter and have a complete unrelated thought? Mine just know was: When they gave irlefen the fire burial and fought all those necrachs - what happened to all those cores that they should have gotten from that? xD
ItWasIDIO!!
Hahaha
ItWasIDIO!!
Hahaha oh that end but on a serious note why she gotta marry the point of noble marriage is to gain allies & have descendants Bob ain't gonna make anyone marry for allies & for kids option I give you Rollo
TheOneAboveAll
Solfis threat recognition and decision making + planning as shown by his taking over the underworld seems better than a pretentious kid who never lead an army. Solfis WAS a strategist with his taking of the undercity. The children of New Harrak conquered beastling forest territory as a game. The General never used such a skill, and Viv's communication devices were a big strategic asset that she regreted not sharing with the General during the invasion of the wish Krokgar so instant communication is not part of their skillset. The dude used messagers, same for Glastia
Rory
Nah man, you're thinking of Wales
Nathan Quitugua
I would assume it's because the golems don't really have a class or gain levels of the sort. They also lack the kind of ingenuity of a biological mind. Plus they too are also children. I would think of the golems as more of an advisory role and assistance. Plus it might also be a hard code in their kernel that stops them from taking on such roles. Additionally...im guessing the skills and path powers you get from a dedicated strategist work like a force multiplier by applying buffs across an army rather then just the people in your vicinity. Like right off the bat I can think of a couple skills and abilities a strategist would get that would be a game changer, like communication with units in the army no matter where they are, or being able to populate a war table in real time fed by information from mages who can see from up high.
Stephanie Washburn
Oh dear, Poacher. Having to marry.
NoReTr3aT
Great multiple PoV chapter opportunities
Adam Davies
Excellent as always, thanks for the next step in the story :)
tr13ze
Thanks for the chapter 😁
Mantarok1205
Jolly good!
iloverugs
She’s might be the most eligible bachelorette in the empire
M. Gunnarsson
Mecanimus, I just want to point out that you CAN NOT refer to Poacher as Viscountess without eventually delivering a chapter where New Harrakan and foreign dignitaries meet in a ballroom.
Jackjargon
Visscountess of the bog im crying actual tears 😂 ps the new stations seems like he will fit right in nicely!
TheOneAboveAll
That's my point tho, she put up for 10 days + (with travel time) to get tested by a youngling that never had any experience outside controled exercices, and who'se situation is absolutely shit before Viv's offer (his domain isn't wealthy, prospere, or even close to be.) Now he will have the greatest army in the continent, with a flying nuclear bomber which he can point directions to. Harrak was winning before the arrival of a strategist, would be a shame if they start now. Why Viv decided to put up with that when she have access to war golems that have the knowledge of the Harrak, a big and successful empire with a strong army ? Especially when her plate is already that full ? Where was the draconic pride of being tested by a unproved fool ?
Alexander Dupree
Omg no! What a terrible fate for her.
Andrew Moreton
Thats the Welsh, and they have even more rain and depression to go with the sheep
Khent Mercer
Oh that's wonderfully terrible.
Mecanimus
Viv spreading hygiene BY FORCE
Mecanimus
And the farmers that come in it, also. >:D
Bunny Waffles
She put up with a test by the strategist, who one of the greatest generals on the continent taught and deemed the best he has ever trained, who she plans to give over control of her army after he stated that part of the reason he refused all the other offers was that the soldiers/knights of the armies who tried to recruit him had a nasty habit of selectively ignoring certain orders of their strategists because of situations that offend their honor, and what he wants is an army who all the members of said force will actually do what they are told when the guy giving the orders tells them to do it because the tactics of the battlefield dictate it to be the best option, even if doing so offends their honor somehow or their rivals in the army get more "glory" while they are stuck in the muck.
Andrew Moreton
Of course England has always had more then rain, fish and depression. We also have wool and the sheep that come with it
Dr. Bright
Viscountess of the Bog is an amazing title, ngl
T'Ericka
I loved everything about this chapter. I can’t wait to see how she will change up the nobility
TheOneAboveAll
So Viv just put up with a child tantrum for days after a campaign to recruit a strategist that never led any army before, to give him her full military might after he clearly says that he will only work if he have puppets who follow his orders blindly cause the General said he was the best ? Why no golem can take the role ?x) Or even better, one of the children that literally did the impossible and genocided beatlings in parts of the forest as a game ?xD
Andrew
Thank you!
Steven C
"The natural resources of his tiny domain were fish, rain, and depression. It reminded Viv of England." 😂🤣😆 "Roman Holidays" - It's just 'Holiday' with no 's'. "The man tittered on the fence" - Should be 'teetered'.
ShadyDemoness
Nooooo how could you, for ing her to take a bath. THE HUMANITY XD
D. Hymas
Ha, that ending. Good chapter!
Isley
good chappie
Aaron Greene
Noooooo, not Responsibility! LOL
Unwillingmainer
The only people more annoyed by Viv's bullshit then her enemies are her allies. With things good right now and all major wars over for now, it's time to really drive that point home at the home front. Poor Poacher might even need to wear dresses.
Neal Callahan
Thanks for the chapter! I love the idea of Big Chess, because there's no way solfis doesn't consider the atmosphere of the room a fair and reasonable part of the game, that he also intends to win. The skull trophies would be too obvious, but I bet playing Big Chess with solfis would get you fear resistance sooner rather than later, assuming you managed not to have a heart attack.
John Anastacio
Head witch pact crossbow user. Didn't really have a name until Viv started calling her poacher.
James Faulkner
That ending 😂 who was the poacher again?
WarStrider72
Thanks foe the chapter boss!
Max
Thanks for the chapter
Mecanimus
Happy Lunar New year everyone! Thanks for supporting me until now.
