A City's Soul
Twenty-Fourth of the Second Month 294 AC
Giving an account of the triumphs outside Sallosh and Sarnath into the breathless silence that only the company of those already dead can keep feels somewhat odd. It proves a precarious balancing act between seeming to blow your own horn on one end, and passing over the valor of those who whose courage and skill had shone that day.
A reason if ever you have seen one for kings to have heralds, but you could hardly expect something as obviously alien as your preferred Heralds to pass through the streets of bespelled Mardosh without being taken note of.
Speaking of those unfortunate souls..."The state of this city cannot endure," you proclaim starkly. Though there are no in-drawn breaths to hear and it is difficult indeed to read upon the withered faces of the dead, you can sense a change to the texture of the silence just the same. "I speak not out of abstract love for the virtue of truthfulness, but from cold and undeniable logic. Those who are blinded by enchantment cannot see peril near at hand."
"We will protect our own," the Lord Protector interjects sharply.
From the look on Waymar's face, you rather suspect he would like to ask something on the order of 'like you protected them last time?' Thankfully, your friend is not one to intentionally start wars over personal frustration, and has long since grown out of the potential for doing so on accident.
"So you would, but there is one foe no one is proof against, not dragons, not empires, not the mountains themselves, time," you interject softly. "There is power in blood spilled and untimely death, but in time all power fades. I could not now say how many long years it will take, but what I do know for certain is that Mardosh as it is now will fade if nothing is done."
"There is a path for them to walk the world again in the west and south where Imperial law runs" Rina interjects before Gurtukul might speak, looking boldly into the hollows of his eyes. "There are those who fear the lingering dead there and not without cause, but there are no laws or customs that would bar them from the gates or call doom upon them. There is even a manner for them to take another form if they tire of unlife."
"What fate then for us who bore the sword for good...and for ill." Dry bones shake and creak 'no'. "Better to be allies from afar than to play out that ghastly revelation, better that we should fade than be remembered for nothing beyond kinstrife."
"There are glories yet to be won and battles yet to be fought, grander and more terrible by far than even those I have recounted here today," you allow a moment's solemn pause. "Mardosh can be a living city once more, its people raised to new purpose in war and in peace or it can remain a mausoleum, a dance macabre slowly fading into oblivion."
That certainly causes an uproar, dead hands reaching for weapons of old, though none dare to draw them while the Lord protector remains impassive upon his seat. "So then you expect us to split in two neatly down the middle, on one side soldiers and on the other the citizenry?" A sigh hisses over dry bone and withered flesh. "I do not blame you for the offer, but without the soldiers, without those who protect the city with weapons in hand and courage in our heart, what would remain would not be Mardosh, anymore than the guts and liver of a bull is the whole beast." Again he shakes his head though less definitively this time. "I must think on this and confer with... another, before I can give an answer yeah or nay."
What do you do?
[] Continue to argue the point
-[] Write in
[] Leave as asked, an alliance is enough for now
-[] Write in where to
[] Write in
OOC: The rolls were pretty poor and this was a hard sell to people who identify Mardosh with its soldiers. Not yet edited.