[X] Accept the surrender.
Behind the Serpent Throne (CK2)
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[X] Press for unconditional surrender.
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[X] Press for unconditional surrender but not from Jinhai, but from the army. Have riders and men with strong voices go out while this truce still lasts and call for their surrender. Remind them that they are still men of the empire and can still go home.
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Turn 12: After the Battle--Part 1
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Turn 12: After the Battle--Part 1
All diverse streams ended in one river, and yet each waterway was a journey, or so the River Walk school taught.
But even by their standards, this seemed a miserable end. All of that work, all of that sacrifice, his own and that of others, the plots and schemes that had multiplied like mushrooms in the dark, had all ended in this.
You march ahead, thinking that in the end there will be something to gain for all that you did, but was it true?
Jinhai didn't know, and he knew as well that there were only a few things he could play for. He could imagine Kiralo, smirking at his victory, proud and arrogant, the bastard, son of hypocrites. Perhaps he merely wanted to see that face, that triumph, to be sure that he'd lost.
To be sure that there was no escape. It was the nature of history that once one's time was up, they ushered you out in a hurry, all but pulled you off the stage for some other man to strut about and pose in some new role.
The time might come when Kiralo's entire life was shaken out, and turned into a morality play. Jinhai knew that to whatever extent history remembered him, it would be as a rebel, as a failure, as a moral lesson on the evils of growing too ambitious and arrogant.
History, though… history was written by clever old men who lied the same way other men breathed.
He'd been here, one moonlit night, a night of silver, and dreams of gold. Victory against a foe that threatened the Empire. He'd been feted in the weeks and months afterwards, had almost come to court for the second time in his life. Almost, but he'd hesitated, had remembered the last time. Had remembered meeting that cold old man who knew nothing but duty and honor in the coldest, most hidebound fashion.
Kuojah had smiled and judged him, a political animal, and Jinhai had seem the possibilities. Was there any man he'd met who was less servile than Kuojah? He knelt at the Emperor's feet, he obeyed his master, and yet his pride and confidence were so strong that it was clear that he didn't view his position as lesser, not in his heart of hearts.
And why shouldn't he? Emperors had been fools and monsters before, they had been heroes as well, and long ago Jinhai had begun to wonder whether perhaps the Gods cared nothing for Emperors.
This was heresy, but it was a tempting sort of heresy, for how else could one explain the incompetence that had once been so common and would be common again, and how could one explain that men such as Kuojah had such influence.
The old Emperor was not a bad man, so far as Emperors went, but he was Kuojah's creature.
Was Kiralo the same? Jinhai had heard rumors, rumors that fascinated him, of this man's behavior.
Multiple times he had tried ot kill him, and yet now he was defeated, and that left merely understanding why. Why, and how? Was Kiralo mocking him?
Jinhai had been the first to think of the possibilities of adapting some of the cannon techniques from the Sea-Raiders, he had approved of the idea of increasing the skill of the cavalry, and he had been generous and open-handed with his Mages.
Kiralo, possessing the might of an Empire, had done all of those things, and done them more thoroughly, when Jinhai had expected, all those months ago, that he would have the advantage in innovation and cleverness, that the commander would be some perfect commander.
A man who had read all the classics on war and never dared to make a mistake, and in doing so, never dared to truly excel, to truly go beyond the kinds of tactics that worked on bandits and dullards, and yet fell apart in the face of brilliance.
Damn Kuojah, for calling in his son.
The Prince hadn't expected it, not at all, and why should he have? Why should anyone have, considering what was known of their relationship, or rather its complete lack.
Kuojah was a man who believed in filial piety; he was a man who could have gotten his son back, but had not tried. It made little sense, Jinhai loved his father when the man was alive, and he loved his mother still, even as he essayed into actions that would only doom her.
His brother…
Bright smile, only ten. There was no future for him, not on the stage of the world, but there was something Jinhai had once learned, in an unlikely place. That there were plenty of people who lived outside of it. The average peasant, the average man of business even, did not live on the stage that he'd thought was the entire world.
They were affected by it, but…
But he wouldn't get even that option. There were people to save, and there was curiosity to sate.
He wanted to see the face of the man who had doomed the Empire. Who had let his hated father glut himself on power. Who was now going to seek his own… solutions.
His own acts.
So many dead, and nothing worth the cost.
*******
Jinhai was a hawk-nosed young man, handsome in a somewhat rough way, with a wide smile and a perfect knowledge of the quotes and courtly sayings that were what passed for wisdom. He also knew how to use them, which was more than many people knew.
He was not all that tall, really, and there was something about his features that was slightly marred.
But any imperfection was cast away by his status, by the way he walked and talked and commanded men around him, and in this case, by his garb. He was wearing a full set of armor, silver with green fringing, and it was set all about with spirits, the kind of armor that you passed down generations, because the cost was too much for any one man to spend again and again.
He didn't know who would get the armor. It wouldn't be left with his corpse, not as valuable as it was, and yet the armor of a man such as him would have either value, in some odd sense, or be worthless, thought cursed or limited.
Perhaps it would be broken down? Or sold? Or thrown away?
He didn't know. Onward he rode, on a horse that… again, that was a question.
What to do with his horse? At least it was an easier one, though.
It was oddly discomforting, but he kept himself thinking of his death, sketching out the results and the ways it might happen, because in another sense it calmed him.
Contemplate death at all times, and it loses its mystery.
So it was said: it hadn't yet.
He rode across the battlefield with his guards, surveying the chaos. Picturing the reports. How many arrows were fired? Well beyond counting. Millions and millions and millions. How many dead? Jinhai could not even begin to guess. Well over ten thousand, at least.
The enemy camp was looming ahead when they came to intercept him, the light cavalry of the enemy. The Rassit.
A man with a ridiculous, if impressive mustache greeted him with a hail of what he recognized as Southlander profanity, and then. "Guards leave. No need them."
"I know that you can speak better than that, Cs-Kueli," Jinhai said, playing one of his cards. He knew this man, if only by description.
"Maybe I can. But guards. Go. Get lost."
His guards stiffened.
"You do not need to worry," Jinhai said. "Cs-Kiralo is a man of honor, I will be no less safe alone than I am in my own camp." Of course, that was not at all, but his guards subsided as he allowed himself to be searched and disarmed, his beautiful sword and spear going away.
He had no pockets sewn into his clothes, for he was a noble and who would bring money onto a battlefield? So there was nothing else to search for.
Oddly, or perhaps under orders, Kueli allowed him to keep his armor as he was guided, slowly, through the camp.
Everyone saw him. Everyone whispered, or pointed. He heard their voices rise and fall, but tried not to pay attention to the words.
It was an easy task, for one did not get far in politics without being both selectively deaf, and able to tune out the world. One had to discard boredom, or you went mad.
The tent was large, and yet there were guards ringing it as he was brought in.
Inside, there was nobody but Kiralo--and some guards, of course, but after a moment's glance to see whether it was a trick, Jinhai dismissed them except, of course, as a small audience. They were not going to speak, so for his purposes, they might as well not be there, even if they did constrain what Kiralo could say.
Kueli nodded at Kiralo and turned, leaving.
Jinhai took in Kiralo. The man was wearing armor as well, rough and functional, but very impressive, especially all of the silver cloth that covered it at parts. His had no blood on it, no scrapes, none of what had been on Jinhai's.
Twice in that final struggle he'd almost been hit with an arrow that might have changed things.
Still, he looked like a man of action, tall and well-muscled, at least from what could be seen of his figure. Already handsome, it was his face that made Jinhai stop, almost stunned by the effect. Soft, strong lips, a perfectly shaped nose, strong features and eyes that were at once dark and soft and powerful, and hair kept in far better of a condition than it had any right to be, after so long campaigning.
Jinhai did not share the court fashion in liking both women, girls, and boys, and he didn't' share the counter-court fashion in liking men, but even he was struck almost dumb for a moment by the figure.
Certainly, that was a political asset, looking as he did.
He didn't look triumphant, though. Instead, he was frowning, looking troubled, and perhaps even sad, as he took a step forward, and then back. Then he turned halfway away from Jinhai, and paced back a little, as if he wanted to get closer to Jinhai, but wasn't sure about it.
What was that man thinking?
Then he opened his mouth and spoke.
Choose two, and place them in an *order*. That is to say [1] and [2]. Each is its own line of conversation, though something coming first or second might alter the dialogue/what happens a LOT. No rolls, entirely narrative, so actually think about this guys.
[] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
[] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
[] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
[] Write-in. What you need is a sentence or three that might lead into a larger speech or conversation. It doesn't have to be, and shouldn't be, the complete conversation or thought, just somewhere to go FROM, TO.
*******
A/N: And there we go.
All diverse streams ended in one river, and yet each waterway was a journey, or so the River Walk school taught.
But even by their standards, this seemed a miserable end. All of that work, all of that sacrifice, his own and that of others, the plots and schemes that had multiplied like mushrooms in the dark, had all ended in this.
You march ahead, thinking that in the end there will be something to gain for all that you did, but was it true?
Jinhai didn't know, and he knew as well that there were only a few things he could play for. He could imagine Kiralo, smirking at his victory, proud and arrogant, the bastard, son of hypocrites. Perhaps he merely wanted to see that face, that triumph, to be sure that he'd lost.
To be sure that there was no escape. It was the nature of history that once one's time was up, they ushered you out in a hurry, all but pulled you off the stage for some other man to strut about and pose in some new role.
The time might come when Kiralo's entire life was shaken out, and turned into a morality play. Jinhai knew that to whatever extent history remembered him, it would be as a rebel, as a failure, as a moral lesson on the evils of growing too ambitious and arrogant.
History, though… history was written by clever old men who lied the same way other men breathed.
He'd been here, one moonlit night, a night of silver, and dreams of gold. Victory against a foe that threatened the Empire. He'd been feted in the weeks and months afterwards, had almost come to court for the second time in his life. Almost, but he'd hesitated, had remembered the last time. Had remembered meeting that cold old man who knew nothing but duty and honor in the coldest, most hidebound fashion.
Kuojah had smiled and judged him, a political animal, and Jinhai had seem the possibilities. Was there any man he'd met who was less servile than Kuojah? He knelt at the Emperor's feet, he obeyed his master, and yet his pride and confidence were so strong that it was clear that he didn't view his position as lesser, not in his heart of hearts.
And why shouldn't he? Emperors had been fools and monsters before, they had been heroes as well, and long ago Jinhai had begun to wonder whether perhaps the Gods cared nothing for Emperors.
This was heresy, but it was a tempting sort of heresy, for how else could one explain the incompetence that had once been so common and would be common again, and how could one explain that men such as Kuojah had such influence.
The old Emperor was not a bad man, so far as Emperors went, but he was Kuojah's creature.
Was Kiralo the same? Jinhai had heard rumors, rumors that fascinated him, of this man's behavior.
Multiple times he had tried ot kill him, and yet now he was defeated, and that left merely understanding why. Why, and how? Was Kiralo mocking him?
Jinhai had been the first to think of the possibilities of adapting some of the cannon techniques from the Sea-Raiders, he had approved of the idea of increasing the skill of the cavalry, and he had been generous and open-handed with his Mages.
Kiralo, possessing the might of an Empire, had done all of those things, and done them more thoroughly, when Jinhai had expected, all those months ago, that he would have the advantage in innovation and cleverness, that the commander would be some perfect commander.
A man who had read all the classics on war and never dared to make a mistake, and in doing so, never dared to truly excel, to truly go beyond the kinds of tactics that worked on bandits and dullards, and yet fell apart in the face of brilliance.
Damn Kuojah, for calling in his son.
The Prince hadn't expected it, not at all, and why should he have? Why should anyone have, considering what was known of their relationship, or rather its complete lack.
Kuojah was a man who believed in filial piety; he was a man who could have gotten his son back, but had not tried. It made little sense, Jinhai loved his father when the man was alive, and he loved his mother still, even as he essayed into actions that would only doom her.
His brother…
Bright smile, only ten. There was no future for him, not on the stage of the world, but there was something Jinhai had once learned, in an unlikely place. That there were plenty of people who lived outside of it. The average peasant, the average man of business even, did not live on the stage that he'd thought was the entire world.
They were affected by it, but…
But he wouldn't get even that option. There were people to save, and there was curiosity to sate.
He wanted to see the face of the man who had doomed the Empire. Who had let his hated father glut himself on power. Who was now going to seek his own… solutions.
His own acts.
So many dead, and nothing worth the cost.
*******
Jinhai was a hawk-nosed young man, handsome in a somewhat rough way, with a wide smile and a perfect knowledge of the quotes and courtly sayings that were what passed for wisdom. He also knew how to use them, which was more than many people knew.
He was not all that tall, really, and there was something about his features that was slightly marred.
But any imperfection was cast away by his status, by the way he walked and talked and commanded men around him, and in this case, by his garb. He was wearing a full set of armor, silver with green fringing, and it was set all about with spirits, the kind of armor that you passed down generations, because the cost was too much for any one man to spend again and again.
He didn't know who would get the armor. It wouldn't be left with his corpse, not as valuable as it was, and yet the armor of a man such as him would have either value, in some odd sense, or be worthless, thought cursed or limited.
Perhaps it would be broken down? Or sold? Or thrown away?
He didn't know. Onward he rode, on a horse that… again, that was a question.
What to do with his horse? At least it was an easier one, though.
It was oddly discomforting, but he kept himself thinking of his death, sketching out the results and the ways it might happen, because in another sense it calmed him.
Contemplate death at all times, and it loses its mystery.
So it was said: it hadn't yet.
He rode across the battlefield with his guards, surveying the chaos. Picturing the reports. How many arrows were fired? Well beyond counting. Millions and millions and millions. How many dead? Jinhai could not even begin to guess. Well over ten thousand, at least.
The enemy camp was looming ahead when they came to intercept him, the light cavalry of the enemy. The Rassit.
A man with a ridiculous, if impressive mustache greeted him with a hail of what he recognized as Southlander profanity, and then. "Guards leave. No need them."
"I know that you can speak better than that, Cs-Kueli," Jinhai said, playing one of his cards. He knew this man, if only by description.
"Maybe I can. But guards. Go. Get lost."
His guards stiffened.
"You do not need to worry," Jinhai said. "Cs-Kiralo is a man of honor, I will be no less safe alone than I am in my own camp." Of course, that was not at all, but his guards subsided as he allowed himself to be searched and disarmed, his beautiful sword and spear going away.
He had no pockets sewn into his clothes, for he was a noble and who would bring money onto a battlefield? So there was nothing else to search for.
Oddly, or perhaps under orders, Kueli allowed him to keep his armor as he was guided, slowly, through the camp.
Everyone saw him. Everyone whispered, or pointed. He heard their voices rise and fall, but tried not to pay attention to the words.
It was an easy task, for one did not get far in politics without being both selectively deaf, and able to tune out the world. One had to discard boredom, or you went mad.
The tent was large, and yet there were guards ringing it as he was brought in.
Inside, there was nobody but Kiralo--and some guards, of course, but after a moment's glance to see whether it was a trick, Jinhai dismissed them except, of course, as a small audience. They were not going to speak, so for his purposes, they might as well not be there, even if they did constrain what Kiralo could say.
Kueli nodded at Kiralo and turned, leaving.
Jinhai took in Kiralo. The man was wearing armor as well, rough and functional, but very impressive, especially all of the silver cloth that covered it at parts. His had no blood on it, no scrapes, none of what had been on Jinhai's.
Twice in that final struggle he'd almost been hit with an arrow that might have changed things.
Still, he looked like a man of action, tall and well-muscled, at least from what could be seen of his figure. Already handsome, it was his face that made Jinhai stop, almost stunned by the effect. Soft, strong lips, a perfectly shaped nose, strong features and eyes that were at once dark and soft and powerful, and hair kept in far better of a condition than it had any right to be, after so long campaigning.
Jinhai did not share the court fashion in liking both women, girls, and boys, and he didn't' share the counter-court fashion in liking men, but even he was struck almost dumb for a moment by the figure.
Certainly, that was a political asset, looking as he did.
He didn't look triumphant, though. Instead, he was frowning, looking troubled, and perhaps even sad, as he took a step forward, and then back. Then he turned halfway away from Jinhai, and paced back a little, as if he wanted to get closer to Jinhai, but wasn't sure about it.
What was that man thinking?
Then he opened his mouth and spoke.
Choose two, and place them in an *order*. That is to say [1] and [2]. Each is its own line of conversation, though something coming first or second might alter the dialogue/what happens a LOT. No rolls, entirely narrative, so actually think about this guys.
[] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
[] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
[] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
[] Write-in. What you need is a sentence or three that might lead into a larger speech or conversation. It doesn't have to be, and shouldn't be, the complete conversation or thought, just somewhere to go FROM, TO.
*******
A/N: And there we go.
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- Behind You
[1] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
This feels more personal, while the previous vote feels more politically cunning to me. That's not how I want to come over, it feels distant and uncaring.
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
This feels more personal, while the previous vote feels more politically cunning to me. That's not how I want to come over, it feels distant and uncaring.
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[1] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[2] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
One because it echoes my own feelings, two as well, for that matter.
I don't care for the court question much. It seems pretty obvious that Jinhai isn't interested in the court itself, just accomplishing his goals, and he [thinks he] needs legitimacy for it.
And yeah, it's really neat how he's, apparently, asexual, and he still goes 'woah' :3
[2] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
One because it echoes my own feelings, two as well, for that matter.
I don't care for the court question much. It seems pretty obvious that Jinhai isn't interested in the court itself, just accomplishing his goals, and he [thinks he] needs legitimacy for it.
And yeah, it's really neat how he's, apparently, asexual, and he still goes 'woah' :3
[ ] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
I think I am not the only one who expected more "Oh Shit" moments during the battle. I mean, there was that God, the Sea Raiders and he apparently had to invest quite decently into his cavalry and artillery to get what he showed here, but the things he brought to the table seem insufficient for his lofty goals. I am curious why he thought the slaughter here would be worth the price in blood.
Kiralo spent the last hours anticipating what Cards Jinhai had left in his hands that would make a win possible, so starting of with this seems especially fitting.
[ ] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
Seems like the logical continuation of the above. The little look we got into his head a while ago made it seem as if he had some important reasons for this rebellion. Lets find them out.
So:
[1] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[2] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes mewonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
Is that a consequence of the hot springs episode™ or is our hair just that awesome?
I think I am not the only one who expected more "Oh Shit" moments during the battle. I mean, there was that God, the Sea Raiders and he apparently had to invest quite decently into his cavalry and artillery to get what he showed here, but the things he brought to the table seem insufficient for his lofty goals. I am curious why he thought the slaughter here would be worth the price in blood.
Kiralo spent the last hours anticipating what Cards Jinhai had left in his hands that would make a win possible, so starting of with this seems especially fitting.
[ ] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
Seems like the logical continuation of the above. The little look we got into his head a while ago made it seem as if he had some important reasons for this rebellion. Lets find them out.
So:
[1] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[2] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes mewonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
Is that a consequence of the hot springs episode™ or is our hair just that awesome?
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[1] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[2] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
I don't like the accusatory tone of some of the lines. Jinhai may well get defensive and point out that Kiralo was just as willing to sacrifice men which may lead into an entirely unhelpful debate on the relative merit and fault of their actions.
[2] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
I don't like the accusatory tone of some of the lines. Jinhai may well get defensive and point out that Kiralo was just as willing to sacrifice men which may lead into an entirely unhelpful debate on the relative merit and fault of their actions.
[2] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
[] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
[1] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
[] Write-in. What you need is a sentence or three that might lead into a larger speech or conversation. It doesn't have to be, and shouldn't be, the complete conversation or thought, just somewhere to go FROM, TO.
I don't see any point in upbraiding him about the death and destruction. He's already walked through the blood - if he can feel guilt over it he already does and why waste the time otherwise? He'll die for his crimes either way.
Is there an interesting reason behind requesting this conversation? Does he have something to offer?
Is there an interesting reason behind the rebellion? Some genuine good of the Empire factor beyond his own ambition?
I'd start with the immediate business - getting it done will free up the more general conversation.
[] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
[1] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[] "If I could, I would walk you through the battlefield… I would ask you what you'd done and why, wring out information and then at least someone would have learned something from this, and perhaps you would understand."
[] Write-in. What you need is a sentence or three that might lead into a larger speech or conversation. It doesn't have to be, and shouldn't be, the complete conversation or thought, just somewhere to go FROM, TO.
I don't see any point in upbraiding him about the death and destruction. He's already walked through the blood - if he can feel guilt over it he already does and why waste the time otherwise? He'll die for his crimes either way.
Is there an interesting reason behind requesting this conversation? Does he have something to offer?
Is there an interesting reason behind the rebellion? Some genuine good of the Empire factor beyond his own ambition?
I'd start with the immediate business - getting it done will free up the more general conversation.
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[1] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[1] "What were you planning? You had to know that we were closing in, and yet you fought. And yet other people paid the price for your actions. How can you…"
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[2] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
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[1] "I'm always curious. I have been in the Imperial Court, and that only makes me wonder why you had such ambitions. Why…"
[2] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
[2] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
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[] "It has been so strange, to fight against you for an entire year without seeing you here and now, plain. And now you come here to negotiate. Do you have some sort of plan, or…"
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
It kinda feels like these two are asking the same questions?
[] "Mercy, some say, is a weakness. And yet you are here. What do you want? Why are you…"
It kinda feels like these two are asking the same questions?
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They're actually somewhat different. However, I will note that some of what they're saying and doing is overlapping. Which might or might not be a good thing. It depends on what you're looking for.
All of the options are important, but some might be vital.