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Also a good way of getting cashiered for conduct unbecoming.
I must go down to the sea again - an Age of Sail quest
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- Original Fantasy
Also a good way of getting cashiered for conduct unbecoming.
The Sandman
So Zetta Slowpoke
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- Wherever I am, which isn't where I'm not
[X] Show her your orders: You have written orders confirming that you must hand this packet directly to the admiral with your own hands. If that won't convince her, then nothing will, you're fairly certain. On the other hand some footslogging army brat might not care about Navy orders.
Don't let the orders out of our hands during this process.
Don't let the orders out of our hands during this process.
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- She/Her
[X] Show her your orders: You have written orders confirming that you must hand this packet directly to the admiral with your own hands. If that won't convince her, then nothing will, you're fairly certain. On the other hand some footslogging army brat might not care about Navy orders.
If she refuses, then we can duel or ask for her CO.
If she refuses, then we can duel or ask for her CO.
- Location
- Connecticut
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Show her your orders: You have written orders confirming that you must hand this packet directly to the admiral with your own hands. If that won't convince her, then nothing will, you're fairly certain. On the other hand some footslogging army brat might not care about Navy orders.
[X] Show her your orders: You have written orders confirming that you must hand this packet directly to the admiral with your own hands. If that won't convince her, then nothing will, you're fairly certain. On the other hand some footslogging army brat might not care about Navy orders.
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[X] Demand to see her superior officer: You are clearly not getting anywhere with this. Demand that she report this to her superior and bring them here to talk to you so that THEY can make the decision about whether to let you inside or not.
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- Estonia
[X] Show her your orders: You have written orders confirming that you must hand this packet directly to the admiral with your own hands. If that won't convince her, then nothing will, you're fairly certain. On the other hand some footslogging army brat might not care about Navy orders.
18. No time for that now
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- She/Her
You resist the urge to groan, because it is not officer-like in the least, and instead rummage in your pocket to pull out your written orders, which you offer out to the lieutenant.
"Here. My orders. Now if you please, stand aside and let me fulfill them." Calixta tugs your orders from the envelope and unfolds them to read. The rainwater gathering on the brim of her hat drips downwards, splattering a fat drop of water over your name at the top of the page and you want to snatch them back but you restrain yourself. You can hear your Marines behind you, muttering quietly at the way their officer is being handled by this jumped up Army snotling, but you ignore it. There is a long, long moment as you wait for her to finish reading, then she looks up at you and gives a nod.
"I'll take you inside, then." A wave of relief washes over you as you take the orders and stuff them back into your pocket, then glance from your Marines to the guardhouse.
"...Is it alright if my marines wait in the guardhouse? I'd like to get them out of this rain." The lieutenant hesitates for a moment, then her expression softens a little.
"Of course. Sergeant Kerularios!" She calls out towards the guardhouse and the same sergeant from before comes trotting back out. "This is, ah...?"
"Sergeant Vipesan," you say helpfully.
"...Sergeant Vipesan of the Marines. She and her men are going to be staying in our guardhouse while she waits for her officer to get back. Make them comfortable, will you?"
"Yes'm!" He replies and salutes sharply before he reaches over to shake Vipesan's hand and starts leading your bedraggled party of ten marines into the guardhouse where it is no doubt warm, there is coffee and possibly army privates to shoot dice with for a little while. That done, the lieutenant sets off at a clip across the broad courtyard of the governor's house with you in tow. The two of you have to maneuver around puddles as you go and she glances sidelong at you.
"...Apologies if I had to give you a hard time. We all have our orders, you know." At least she's trying to make it up to you a little bit.
"I understand," you say. "Good of the service and all that."
"Ha ha. Yes. We're not usually supposed to let anyone in this early but I figure Admiralty orders override that, at least in this case--" The two of you tromp up the front steps in a clatter of swords and boots and then make your way into the front hall which is... impressive. It's not the Admiralty House in Inoburgh but it's definitely a place of wealth and power. The lieutenant reaches over to a pull rope and tugs on it, though you hear nothing you assume it must ring a bell elsewhere in the house. Within a few minutes, a footman appears dressed in royal livery and makes an elegant bow to the two of you.
"Lieutenant. Miss Acropolite. How may I be of service?" He eyes you with the barely concealed disdain that most high class servants have for disgruntled looking junior officers barging into their betters' living quarters.
"Lieutenant Marinos has a packet for the Lady Admiral."
"I see. I shall let her and Madam Governor know. I believe they are taking breakfast in the eastern solar. Please remain here until I return." He turns and glides off with that eerily quiet servant's step and leaves the two of you alone in the entirely too large and too empty hall. You swear to the gods that your voice echoes in here.
"Do they, er, often breakfast together?" You ask awkwardly after a minute or so of silence.
"...Yes, I believe so," comes the reply and the awkward silence falls again. Distantly, you can hear the sound of a gun, and put it down to another vessel entering the harbor, though you don't know who. She's the one who breaks it next, though.
"Marinos... Isn't that a northern family? I think I knew a Captain Marinos when I was an ensign in the 38th..."
"Ah, no. I am from near Inoburgh, down south," you reply. "We're fishers."
"Oh. Of course." She clamps her mouth shut and you see a touch of pink behind her freckles. She's clearly embarrassed that she stumbled into that one and doubly embarrassed that she may have made you feel awkward.
"...My apologies," she adds after a moment.
"Oh. No, it's quite alright," you insist. "I'm used to it." You realize that this is perhaps not the right thing to say and try to come off a bit less snotty.
"It's something you get used to, being a common born officer, is what I mean."
"Right, of course, of course. I'm impressed, though. Not every common person has the, ah, energy and attention needed to get promoted."
"I got lucky," you say modestly and then the conversation ends mercifully as the footman returns to give another bow.
"This way please, myx." You glance at Calixta and she nods.
"I'll wait here for you," she says and moves to sit on an uncomfortable looking couch next to the door. You turn, tuck your dripping hat under your arm, and hurry to follow the footman through a maze of rooms and corridors, most of which would hold your childhood home easily. After what seems an age of walking, you reach a door which pulled open to let you into what must be the eastern solar. A small, almost intimate round table is set up here with a breakfast spread and two women sit at it. One is taller, you would guess, with short-cut head of silver-gray hair and an eyepatch that gives her face a severe look. She's not quite dressed, considering that she's wearing a dressing gown, much as the other woman who seems maybe a few years younger, though her hair is still an auburn sheen and is piled up onto her head in a messy sort of way. She's more rosy-cheeked and smiles as she sees you come through the door.
"Ah, I think this might be your lieutenant, Argentea," says the auburn-haired woman. The severe woman with the eyepatch sighs quietly before she makes a reply to that remark.
"You should really use my rank in front of the junior officers, Lady Governor."
"Yes, but your name is so much lovelier, my dear." Oh. Oh. It's like that. You cough quietly and stand to attention. The admiral beckons you closer and you step forward to present the packet.
"Lieutenant Marinos of the Lydia, just arrived from Inoburgh with communication from the Admiralty, m'lady." You bow a little stiffly.
"Oh stop that," the auburn haired woman who is presumably the governor says. "Sit down and have some coffee. You look bone tired--and you must be famished." You glance sidelong at the admiral, who is opening her packet. She grunts and waves a hand at you and you take it as permission to sit down. As you do, a servant appears as if by magic to set down a cup and saucer and a plate for you as the governor begins to pour you a cup.
"Do you take it black, myx... Marinos, was it?"
"Er, with sugar please. Two sugars."
"Of course. How was your journey to our fair little city of Delphinos? Would you like some sausage? Or perhaps cheese and bread?"
"Cheese and bread is fine, ma'am," You struggle to remember her name for a moment.
"Of course, of course. Since we haven't been introduced, I'm Lady Nonna Lascari. Not born a lady, it comes with the governorship--but my father was well to-do and made sure I got into the civil service, you see? Wise man, my father..." You're taking a sip of coffee just as you distantly hear another gun. Then another. And another. That is definitely not a ship entering the harbor. You sit up straighter, frowning, just as the doors burst open and Calixta comes tearing in, wet boots leaving heavy foot marks all over the fine carpets.
"Your Ladyship--Lady Governor--!" She's out of breath, apparently she ran all the way here. She's waving a rather damp piece of paper.
"Ducal soldiers--they've seized the fort at the eastern side of the harbor entrance. We can hear firing from the north-western and western forts but we don't know how the battle is going. It--It's a mutiny or something--!" You start to scramble to your feet and you hear the admiral curse.
"You made good time with these dispatches but I think they are a bit out of date," the admiral says as she looks at you. "This mentions a ducal conspiracy to seize the crown's armories and fortifications and to declare independence. They must be moving today." You swallow, damning the storm that slowed you down. Though maybe...
"Admiral, if I may, they may not have meant to start so soon. I was chased by a strange frigate flying ducal colors that ordered me to heave to on my way here and came across a cutter doing doing the same. If they missed me, perhaps..." The admiral frowns. Nods.
"Possibly. There will be time to discuss this later--"
"She's quite right." The governor is stone faced now, all trace of her former light-hearted small talk gone.
"Lieutenant!" She says and both of you snap to attention, reply simultaneously.
"Your Ladyship?" You glance sidelong at Calixta and try not to smile.
"Are you here alone, Lieutenant Marinos?"
"No, your ladyship. I have my Marines with me. I thought they might be needed to defend the packet." You can see wheels turning in the governor's head, then she nods at the Admiral.
"You'd best get aboard your ship, Argentea. Myx Marino, Miss Acropolite, take your marines and your soldiers. I want the southern fort back in our hands as soon as possible."
"But your ladyship, who will guard--" Lieutenant Acropolite attempts to argue and is cut off.
"I will turn the rest of your regiment out of barracks and send more soldiers to assist you when I can. We must act quickly, though. Go!" The pair of you salute, then turn and run for the entrance, ignoring the scandalized cries of servants. As you're leaving, you can hear the admiral yelling for her uniform and her sword and the previously empty house seems to be bustling. As you hurry across the courtyard towards the gate in the rain, you can see that at one side of the courtyard, the long low building you took to be part of the manor is spilling soldiers out onto the wide grounds--it must be the barracks and you can hears drums rattling off the long roll.
When you reach the gate, Calixta starts hurrying orders to her soldiers and piles them out of the guard house. She has a platoon--half a company--that makes up her guard detail, about 40 men in all including her sergeant and corporals. Your own yellow-coated marines look quite small next to the soldiers as you turn them out. Maybe you should get reinforcements of your own. As you're thinking, Calixta hands you a pair of pistols.
"Do try to keep the powder dry, myx. And bring them back in one piece, they're rather expensive." Her remark is meant in jest and you can see a bit of the strain on her face as she contemplates storming a fortification with this small handful of men.
[ ] Send a man back to the ship: Tell Mister Piteras to turn out the arms room, hand out muskets, cutlasses, and pistols, and send you twenty men from the Lydia to make up the strength of your landing party. That would give you seventy men between the two of you and perhaps a better chance of storming the fort, since they could bring boathooks, grappling hooks, rope, and other tools you might need. It would take time, though, and the element of speed would be lost.
[ ] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
And who should take command:
[ ] Insist that you are the senior officer: You have experience with landing parties and attacking forts, though as a petty officer and not as a lieutenant, and you think it reasonable that you should take command at this juncture (Roll diplomacy)
[ ] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
"Here. My orders. Now if you please, stand aside and let me fulfill them." Calixta tugs your orders from the envelope and unfolds them to read. The rainwater gathering on the brim of her hat drips downwards, splattering a fat drop of water over your name at the top of the page and you want to snatch them back but you restrain yourself. You can hear your Marines behind you, muttering quietly at the way their officer is being handled by this jumped up Army snotling, but you ignore it. There is a long, long moment as you wait for her to finish reading, then she looks up at you and gives a nod.
"I'll take you inside, then." A wave of relief washes over you as you take the orders and stuff them back into your pocket, then glance from your Marines to the guardhouse.
"...Is it alright if my marines wait in the guardhouse? I'd like to get them out of this rain." The lieutenant hesitates for a moment, then her expression softens a little.
"Of course. Sergeant Kerularios!" She calls out towards the guardhouse and the same sergeant from before comes trotting back out. "This is, ah...?"
"Sergeant Vipesan," you say helpfully.
"...Sergeant Vipesan of the Marines. She and her men are going to be staying in our guardhouse while she waits for her officer to get back. Make them comfortable, will you?"
"Yes'm!" He replies and salutes sharply before he reaches over to shake Vipesan's hand and starts leading your bedraggled party of ten marines into the guardhouse where it is no doubt warm, there is coffee and possibly army privates to shoot dice with for a little while. That done, the lieutenant sets off at a clip across the broad courtyard of the governor's house with you in tow. The two of you have to maneuver around puddles as you go and she glances sidelong at you.
"...Apologies if I had to give you a hard time. We all have our orders, you know." At least she's trying to make it up to you a little bit.
"I understand," you say. "Good of the service and all that."
"Ha ha. Yes. We're not usually supposed to let anyone in this early but I figure Admiralty orders override that, at least in this case--" The two of you tromp up the front steps in a clatter of swords and boots and then make your way into the front hall which is... impressive. It's not the Admiralty House in Inoburgh but it's definitely a place of wealth and power. The lieutenant reaches over to a pull rope and tugs on it, though you hear nothing you assume it must ring a bell elsewhere in the house. Within a few minutes, a footman appears dressed in royal livery and makes an elegant bow to the two of you.
"Lieutenant. Miss Acropolite. How may I be of service?" He eyes you with the barely concealed disdain that most high class servants have for disgruntled looking junior officers barging into their betters' living quarters.
"Lieutenant Marinos has a packet for the Lady Admiral."
"I see. I shall let her and Madam Governor know. I believe they are taking breakfast in the eastern solar. Please remain here until I return." He turns and glides off with that eerily quiet servant's step and leaves the two of you alone in the entirely too large and too empty hall. You swear to the gods that your voice echoes in here.
"Do they, er, often breakfast together?" You ask awkwardly after a minute or so of silence.
"...Yes, I believe so," comes the reply and the awkward silence falls again. Distantly, you can hear the sound of a gun, and put it down to another vessel entering the harbor, though you don't know who. She's the one who breaks it next, though.
"Marinos... Isn't that a northern family? I think I knew a Captain Marinos when I was an ensign in the 38th..."
"Ah, no. I am from near Inoburgh, down south," you reply. "We're fishers."
"Oh. Of course." She clamps her mouth shut and you see a touch of pink behind her freckles. She's clearly embarrassed that she stumbled into that one and doubly embarrassed that she may have made you feel awkward.
"...My apologies," she adds after a moment.
"Oh. No, it's quite alright," you insist. "I'm used to it." You realize that this is perhaps not the right thing to say and try to come off a bit less snotty.
"It's something you get used to, being a common born officer, is what I mean."
"Right, of course, of course. I'm impressed, though. Not every common person has the, ah, energy and attention needed to get promoted."
"I got lucky," you say modestly and then the conversation ends mercifully as the footman returns to give another bow.
"This way please, myx." You glance at Calixta and she nods.
"I'll wait here for you," she says and moves to sit on an uncomfortable looking couch next to the door. You turn, tuck your dripping hat under your arm, and hurry to follow the footman through a maze of rooms and corridors, most of which would hold your childhood home easily. After what seems an age of walking, you reach a door which pulled open to let you into what must be the eastern solar. A small, almost intimate round table is set up here with a breakfast spread and two women sit at it. One is taller, you would guess, with short-cut head of silver-gray hair and an eyepatch that gives her face a severe look. She's not quite dressed, considering that she's wearing a dressing gown, much as the other woman who seems maybe a few years younger, though her hair is still an auburn sheen and is piled up onto her head in a messy sort of way. She's more rosy-cheeked and smiles as she sees you come through the door.
"Ah, I think this might be your lieutenant, Argentea," says the auburn-haired woman. The severe woman with the eyepatch sighs quietly before she makes a reply to that remark.
"You should really use my rank in front of the junior officers, Lady Governor."
"Yes, but your name is so much lovelier, my dear." Oh. Oh. It's like that. You cough quietly and stand to attention. The admiral beckons you closer and you step forward to present the packet.
"Lieutenant Marinos of the Lydia, just arrived from Inoburgh with communication from the Admiralty, m'lady." You bow a little stiffly.
"Oh stop that," the auburn haired woman who is presumably the governor says. "Sit down and have some coffee. You look bone tired--and you must be famished." You glance sidelong at the admiral, who is opening her packet. She grunts and waves a hand at you and you take it as permission to sit down. As you do, a servant appears as if by magic to set down a cup and saucer and a plate for you as the governor begins to pour you a cup.
"Do you take it black, myx... Marinos, was it?"
"Er, with sugar please. Two sugars."
"Of course. How was your journey to our fair little city of Delphinos? Would you like some sausage? Or perhaps cheese and bread?"
"Cheese and bread is fine, ma'am," You struggle to remember her name for a moment.
"Of course, of course. Since we haven't been introduced, I'm Lady Nonna Lascari. Not born a lady, it comes with the governorship--but my father was well to-do and made sure I got into the civil service, you see? Wise man, my father..." You're taking a sip of coffee just as you distantly hear another gun. Then another. And another. That is definitely not a ship entering the harbor. You sit up straighter, frowning, just as the doors burst open and Calixta comes tearing in, wet boots leaving heavy foot marks all over the fine carpets.
"Your Ladyship--Lady Governor--!" She's out of breath, apparently she ran all the way here. She's waving a rather damp piece of paper.
"Ducal soldiers--they've seized the fort at the eastern side of the harbor entrance. We can hear firing from the north-western and western forts but we don't know how the battle is going. It--It's a mutiny or something--!" You start to scramble to your feet and you hear the admiral curse.
"You made good time with these dispatches but I think they are a bit out of date," the admiral says as she looks at you. "This mentions a ducal conspiracy to seize the crown's armories and fortifications and to declare independence. They must be moving today." You swallow, damning the storm that slowed you down. Though maybe...
"Admiral, if I may, they may not have meant to start so soon. I was chased by a strange frigate flying ducal colors that ordered me to heave to on my way here and came across a cutter doing doing the same. If they missed me, perhaps..." The admiral frowns. Nods.
"Possibly. There will be time to discuss this later--"
"She's quite right." The governor is stone faced now, all trace of her former light-hearted small talk gone.
"Lieutenant!" She says and both of you snap to attention, reply simultaneously.
"Your Ladyship?" You glance sidelong at Calixta and try not to smile.
"Are you here alone, Lieutenant Marinos?"
"No, your ladyship. I have my Marines with me. I thought they might be needed to defend the packet." You can see wheels turning in the governor's head, then she nods at the Admiral.
"You'd best get aboard your ship, Argentea. Myx Marino, Miss Acropolite, take your marines and your soldiers. I want the southern fort back in our hands as soon as possible."
"But your ladyship, who will guard--" Lieutenant Acropolite attempts to argue and is cut off.
"I will turn the rest of your regiment out of barracks and send more soldiers to assist you when I can. We must act quickly, though. Go!" The pair of you salute, then turn and run for the entrance, ignoring the scandalized cries of servants. As you're leaving, you can hear the admiral yelling for her uniform and her sword and the previously empty house seems to be bustling. As you hurry across the courtyard towards the gate in the rain, you can see that at one side of the courtyard, the long low building you took to be part of the manor is spilling soldiers out onto the wide grounds--it must be the barracks and you can hears drums rattling off the long roll.
When you reach the gate, Calixta starts hurrying orders to her soldiers and piles them out of the guard house. She has a platoon--half a company--that makes up her guard detail, about 40 men in all including her sergeant and corporals. Your own yellow-coated marines look quite small next to the soldiers as you turn them out. Maybe you should get reinforcements of your own. As you're thinking, Calixta hands you a pair of pistols.
"Do try to keep the powder dry, myx. And bring them back in one piece, they're rather expensive." Her remark is meant in jest and you can see a bit of the strain on her face as she contemplates storming a fortification with this small handful of men.
[ ] Send a man back to the ship: Tell Mister Piteras to turn out the arms room, hand out muskets, cutlasses, and pistols, and send you twenty men from the Lydia to make up the strength of your landing party. That would give you seventy men between the two of you and perhaps a better chance of storming the fort, since they could bring boathooks, grappling hooks, rope, and other tools you might need. It would take time, though, and the element of speed would be lost.
[ ] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
And who should take command:
[ ] Insist that you are the senior officer: You have experience with landing parties and attacking forts, though as a petty officer and not as a lieutenant, and you think it reasonable that you should take command at this juncture (Roll diplomacy)
[ ] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
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[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
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- United States
[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Well that went way better than I thought it would. The lady's surprisingly not awful! Also, I guess we should've stopped that obvious scout ship, it must have told the rebels they were out of time.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Well that went way better than I thought it would. The lady's surprisingly not awful! Also, I guess we should've stopped that obvious scout ship, it must have told the rebels they were out of time.
[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
That would allow us to lead from the front with our marines, while the good Lieutenant is coordinating the attack, securing flanks and stuff.
We aren't bad with our sabre, I hope?
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
That would allow us to lead from the front with our marines, while the good Lieutenant is coordinating the attack, securing flanks and stuff.
We aren't bad with our sabre, I hope?
DocMatoi
Theoretical Lover of Girls
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[X] Send a man back to the ship: Tell Mister Piteras to turn out the arms room, hand out muskets, cutlasses, and pistols, and send you twenty men from the Lydia to make up the strength of your landing party. That would give you seventy men between the two of you and perhaps a better chance of storming the fort, since they could bring boathooks, grappling hooks, rope, and other tools you might need. It would take time, though, and the element of speed would be lost.
I like the idea of the boys from the blue being the cavalry
I like the idea of the boys from the blue being the cavalry
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You have a Prowess of 12, so you're pretty good in a fight.
Also in the interests of completeness:
Lieutenant Calixta Acropolite
Diplomacy 7 Strategy 11 Tactics 10 Prowess 12 Subterfuge 8 Seamanship 2
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- Somewhere!
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- She/Her
[X] Send a man back to the ship: Tell Mister Piteras to turn out the arms room, hand out muskets, cutlasses, and pistols, and send you twenty men from the Lydia to make up the strength of your landing party. That would give you seventy men between the two of you and perhaps a better chance of storming the fort, since they could bring boathooks, grappling hooks, rope, and other tools you might need. It would take time, though, and the element of speed would be lost.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Rat King
Izutsumi-pilled
[X] Send a man back to the ship: Tell Mister Piteras to turn out the arms room, hand out muskets, cutlasses, and pistols, and send you twenty men from the Lydia to make up the strength of your landing party. That would give you seventy men between the two of you and perhaps a better chance of storming the fort, since they could bring boathooks, grappling hooks, rope, and other tools you might need. It would take time, though, and the element of speed would be lost.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
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[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Speed is essential. If they're well enough dug in by the time we get there that fifty men couldn't take the fort, I doubt seventy men could either. Plus, speed/surprise is a very big force multiplier.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Speed is essential. If they're well enough dug in by the time we get there that fifty men couldn't take the fort, I doubt seventy men could either. Plus, speed/surprise is a very big force multiplier.
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- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Shock and awe time.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Shock and awe time.
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Then we smooch the pretty officer girl.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You are on land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Then we smooch the pretty officer girl.
- Location
- va
[X] No time for that: You have to move now before any element of surprise or shock is lost. You must rely on speed and trust to providence that you will be able to do the best you can with the men and tools at hand.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
[X] Demure to Lieutenant Acropolite: You areon land which is rather her ball court. You wouldn't want her trying to take command of a seaborne expedition, so it would be more politic to allow her to lead this endeavor.
Sarpedon
Knight Errant
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Or even just to stop forces from taking the ship by storm? @Artificial Girl