A Satrapy in Crisis, II
A misty day. Smoke from their campfires rose from the meadow, blending with the fog. He couldn't see the sky from here, could barely see the trees and their emerald leaves in the dense paleness. They were blanketed, covered in layers and layers of low-hanging cloud.
Nellens Talomar breathed in the thick, moist atmosphere without problems, but some of the soldiers had begun to suffer from deep, hacking coughs. He reached the top of the hill where Sesus Ulyssian stood, glaring down on the assembled camps and into the horizon, as if his eyes could cut straight through that mist.
"Dragonlord." There was no fatigue in Ulyssian's bearing, though his voice was grim. "This fog isn't natural. You have experience with the Abyssals in this terrain. Is this a tactic they have used before - Necromancy on this scale?"
"Could be, sir," Talomar said affably, glad he had caught the Satrap in a relatively good mood. Anytime he asked for advice, that was good.
The boy was capable, no one doubted that. But sometimes he could be too capable for his own good. Always acting like the whole Satrapy rested on his shoulders alone - a man couldn't live like that. "We've cleared out a couple of zombie nests through the run, but nothing major, as you know. Might be that Necromancer was feeling a mite offended. This stuff, though, its nasty. Won't do much to a hardier Exalt, but the common soldiers are starting to get sick."
"I asked our Immaculate shikari of Air to clear out the mist," Ulyssian said. "He told me that it was clearly a tribulation sent by the Dragons and that we should face it on our own. That, or head back."
They'd done heady work these last few days, re-securing a broad perimeter around Luseng, moving to capture the richer or more defensible areas slightly further out. Camouflaged beastman scouts, shambling packs of zombies, even the errant group of broken Hobgoblins or Cataphract beaters - the Legion had finally gotten a chance to stretch their legs and remember their pride. With the boy fighting at the front, they felt invincible. Maybe justifiably so, Talomar thought. They hadn't suffered a single casualty since the Satrap had taken over as Acting General, and while the boy's tactics might be a tad paranoid even by Talomar's cautious standards, they still managed to maintain a basic level of efficiency.
It was good land they'd moved through, and with government grants the entire refugee populace could be re-settled here, though the landowners wouldn't like that. Talomar hadn't asked Ulyssian's opinion on the matter, seeing as how the Satrap was occupied with other matters. Chief among them, his spat with the Wyld Hunt that'd been sent along to deal with the Anathema threat.
The Nellens weren't a devout House, but Talomar revered the Dragons as much as any man, he supposed. There was a difference between that, and treating everything a monk said as the Texts themselves, so he could understand Ulyssian's defiance. But, it still troubled him. The shikari had been nothing but pleasant to himself and the troops, even to Ulyssian himself. If the Satrap had annoyed them with his blunt demeanor, he couldn't very well expect their full cooperation.
On the other hand, it was just a tad callous for that Air Immaculate to let the whole Legion suffer over a personal matter. Cathak Irwi hadn't struck him as that kind of Immaculate. This Hunt was much more cordial, but also much more... frighteningly effective, than the old Mnemon Grand Master had been. Local spirits only needed to look at them, and fell into line.
"That's... that's unfortunate, sir," said Talomar finally. "What're your orders, then?"
Ulyssian sighed. "We fall back. I won't risk the men against this if our strongest Air Aspect refuses to help. They're not strictly in our chain of command, so I can't simply order him to. We've done well, but..."
He shook his head. "We were just gathering momentum. We could have gone so much farther! Been in position to strike at the Mountain, even the Archives at Auseng Bu. I imagine the Abyssal could have conjured a much smaller cloud that was markedly deadlier. This was not just a means of wide-scale interdiction. He was testing us. When next, we have a chance to be ruthless, it will be an opportunity to surprise him."
"Take what gains you can," Talomar said agreeably, knowing better than to openly disagree with the Sesus. The boy had his family's brutality, all right, but most of the time it seemed well-tempered with cunning.
The Ghost-Water weren't soft, but they looked after their own. Still, he would keep the boy's confidence, and not speak of this to the other Dragonlords. Hopefully, when the hour was dire and Ulyssian's instincts drove him to ruthless action on a far grander scale, Talomar would be able to hold him back.
Ulyssian snorted. "You're allowed to disagree with me, Dragonlord."
"Ack." Talomar rubbed the back of his head. The boy was sharp. Got it. "Am I really that transparent, sir?"
"No, but I am that cynical of a Dynast," Ulyssian replied. "Lung Feng Zao's a suspicious man. Have you ever read The Violet Antechamber?"
"Without ruthlessness, tragedy? The Nellens don't really take much stock in that saying, sir, if you'll pardon my saying so."
Ulyssian looked at him blankly. "Saery said something similar, though she was a bit more hysterical about it. I can't imagine that your leaders are that idealistic, though. Your house has survived centuries of Dynastic intrigue. Unless they are all Lunar Anathema in disguise, they're simply not powerful enough to get by with that kind of attitude."
Talomar grimaced. "Between you and me, sir, I'm not sure our House Council is entirely human. If one of 'em were a Lunar, it wouldn't surprise me a bit."
"I'll keep that in mind," Ulyssian said sardonically, rotating slowly. "The fog extends all the way to the shore, in both directions. The Abyssal's boxed us in. I suppose we should count ourselves lucky that he didn't hit the city, or lands we managed to secure. Tell Dragonlord Werewinth to drive back the mist as much he can, and for the men to march in dense formation. Dragonlord Spar is to maintain a continuous flame around himself and ward the periphery. I would assist, but my anima is bound to the sword."
Talomar snapped off a salute. "On my way."
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Foes threaten you from every corner. The shikari build ties with the common people, couching their sabotage in the context of religious truth. They are personally likeable enough that they may well get away with it. Or did Anys not give them any explicit directions? Are you simply being paranoid?
In any case, the Abyssals cannot be allowed to interdict your expansion this way. A half-day's exposure and already a tenth of the Legion has fallen ill. At present, you effectively control less than ten percent of the Satrapy you were assigned, and none of the major objectives save Luseng itself. The new City Father is only modest in power, a sour and intractable spirit not given to inspiring worship, but he seems competent. The combined spirits and Air Aspects ought to be able to prevent the fog from striking the city itself, though if it continues to advance towards Luseng, that could wipe out all your gains.
Previous Turn Results
In general,
5 successes is quite good [Odyssial's standards: Abysmal] - you performed as well as an Attribute 4 Ability 4 mortal might have, with a one-die stunt and no Willpower expenditure. Close to the limit of human ability, though Ulyssian frequently did better. However, you will frequently encounter tasks of Difficulty 5 or greater; things even mortal heroes would be hard-pressed to consistently achieve.
10 successes is great [Odyssial's standards: Incredibly Disappointing] - you performed as well as a competent Solar might have, in an area of secondary focus. Well beyond human limits, you either managed an adequate performance on a heroically challenging task, or demonstrated Exalted puissance at a normal task.
20 successes is magnificent [Odyssial's standards: ...Could Be Worse] - you performed up to Odyssial's standards, given your minimal experience. Perhaps your power is beginning to attain the level of 'barely adequate!" Near the limit of even Solar potency, your feat is on a level that would extend well beyond dropped jaws, straight into staggered disbelief, were it to be recounted to typical men. The Princes of the Earth, even the Chosen of the Dragons, do not attain primacy of this level, not with any sort of consistency...
Tip of the Spear - War Roll Boosted With Fate-Shifting Solar Arete, Truth-Rendering Gaze, Peerless Skill, Two-Level Stunt - 35 Successes (you rolled a lot of 2s... and 10s). Sizeable gains despite Abyssal interference; all hostile forces in region, even those cunningly hidden, were rooted out and utterly exterminated. No casualties or injuries taken. The soldiers believe you to be Sesus reborn, only better at fighting. Your power among the common men is unchallengable; the Dragonlords are too wary to openly defy you. You control now about 10% of the Satrapy, definitively secure.
Save for that goddamned mist.
Public Works - Bureaucracy Roll boosted with Crowned By Metis, Heaven-Turning Calculations, Peerless Skill, One-Level Stunt - 18 successes. Work goes swimmingly and you only lose a modest portion of the funds to corruption. Due to your expert delegation and efficient plans, a full three percent of the city has been re-built in a mere week! A miracle of organization, to say the least; the Satrapal Administration is invigorated, and impressed! Seeing the refugees work so tirelessly to rebuild their homes has also kindled the flames of fellow-feeling in the native city-dwellers.
The Spirits Within - Performance Roll boosted with Crowned by Metis, Peerless Skill, Fate-Shifting Solar Arete, One-Level Stunt - 11 successes. You barely manage to push the extremely complicated rite though, but the resulting promoted god is... less than impressive. Still, it was no easy task, leading the prayer like that in front of the entire city. If you hadn't had the Crown, things may have gotten dicey. Good thing you succeeded, else the gods might have been disillusioned of your seemingly all-encompassing competence. As it is - they believe you sabatoged the rite directly, to constrain the competition of their influence and yours.
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Military
[ ] Prey and Hunter - The Necromancer wants to play games. You will show him the stakes. Set out with a strike force of Exalts and obliterate every shadowland village you come across. Maison and Void Scar are capable trackers, and you've inherited Odyssial's knowledge of fieldcraft. Along the way, you'll hunt down this Seeds of the Poppy, discern what he's done to the City Father, and then deliver him to the Void he so devotedly serves. Needless to say, this is risky - you could run into the Lily, or even the Gardener along the way. Strong as you are, you don't know if you can overcome the former, much less the latter. [Personal Action]
[ ] Consolidate Gains - Have the men patrol the border of your re-claimed land, and conscript the non-Immaculate, non-military Air and Fire Aspects to help out. Given moderate the size of the territory, they should be able to prevent the fog from advancing even if it desires to. This will weaken your bureaucratic management.
[ ] Write-In: If you don't like the all-in nature of Prey and Hunter and don't want the consequences of Consolidate Gains, a write-in is possible. You could like, ask Zao for help or something. That would actually work really well, in all likelihood, though it does smack of dependence. What will the people think?
Diplomacy
[ ] Write-In: Still no Diplomatic actions available. The mist cuts you off from the rest of the continent! However, a status update was sent to the Home Office this week. You can expect orders... soon. Because you are a Crown Satrapy, you are technically beholden to the Regent (i.e. the Deliberative) rather than a House. This has its advantages, but while Anys Syn rules supreme, its disadvantages are greater. On the other hand, news of this setback will hopefully at least prevent her from pulling you, for now.
Administrative
The Public Works project continues and is working well; Dragon-blooded management is competent, though you've lost some funds (15%) to corruption among the Viziers.
[ ] Implement Purge - Off with their heads! Well, nothing so drastic. You will imprison some of the more excessive officials to show that you mean business, and implement a brutal audit with punishing fines, to force the viziers back in line. Only if they do not comply will you resort to force. But this much must be made clear: There will be no corruption in your satrapy. Not anymore. May lower bureaucratic effectiveness if the viziers are slow on the uptake.
[ ] Expand the Works - Though you can't maintain this burn rate of money forever, Luseng is still in crisis and the city needs to be not just re-built, but expanded to cover those refugees whose habitation here will inevitably become permanent. This will further lower resentment against the refugees while better assimilating them into the populace, but at a significant cost to the kingdom's finances...
Lore
[ ] Tower of Ivory and Jade - The Abyssal wants to hem you in? Let him. Eighty percent of the satrapy's populace is gathered in Luseng, and you have one of the most productive and spacious ports in the North. There is enormous opportunity for economic development of the urban area. They can have the rest of the area. You will create a magnificent citadel, a city without peer, to stand as a bulwark against all Creation's enemies. Focus the multiplicative power of the Strategos' mind on the sole task of making Luseng great, temporarily emptying the coffers to buy up records of all kinds from the swiftest cutters that can cross to other Satrapies or the Inland Sea. [Personal Action, Induces Timeskip.]
[ ] Prayer Optimization - Odyssial remembers how he extracted every last ounce of spiritual power from his tribe's limited prayers. There is a large itinerant population of refugees with little to do, especially those not able-bodied enough to perform public works. Distasteful as it is, there is a way to employ them gainfully, for wages as low as a day's food and somewhere to sleep. Humanity's "original" purpose: the production of worship. Your City Father is weak, for all his experience. Make him strong.