[X] The King (Declare for Varnmark. There is no going back from this option.)

Remov revolutionist.
 
People are upset enough over this union to have a revolution over it. I wouldn't call that "peaceful".

[X] The King (Declare for Varnmark. There is no going back from this option.)
Not people. Certain elements in the military. There is a huge difference between a popular uprising and a military coup.
 
C3P3: An Old Warrior
"The King." You say with all the confidence you can muster. Even if you believe in a free Kevia, you believe even more so in the rightful rule of the king and that was the reason you had first walked into the stronghold of the Zaschita. An answer of Kevia was surely an answer for the revolutionaries and you could not stand by that even if it led to another bullet even if it promised to be fatal this time. "Always the King."

There is a tense moment, a held breath as guns are held and bodies shift ever so slightly as if waiting for a string to break and for everything to turn to mad violence. Then the man who spoke before, surely their leader, lowers his pistol and grins a grim smile.

"Thank you Leytenant, for standing by your oaths." A few of the men behind him sketch vague salutes, eyes on your cap and epaulettes as much as your face.

You touch Sasha's arm gently, enough to bring her back from the precipice of adrenaline and aggression.

"Do you know what's happening? We haven't met anyone but you." you ask, aware that information is the key to achieving your objective without coming into conflict with any of the mystery parties.

"We're not sure. We heard fighting and decided we couldn't stand idly by. We've had a few gunfights with strangers shouting about Kevian independence but that's the closest we've had to an explanation."

"A revolution then?" you frown as he nods, "I thought that had been crushed. So who are you?"

"Sergeant Alexander Petrov, 8th Kevian Infantry." The man - Alexander, apparently - chuckles at your confused expression, "Or I was a long time ago. We're all veterans of one stripe or another."

"Hello Sasha," One of the men behind Alexander touches the brim of his hat in your accomplices direction.

"Vasily. I thought you were dead." She murmurs just loud enough for him to hear.

"And I you."

"I need to get to the port and find out what's happening. I'm useless out here."

Alexander nods and turns to one of his men, muttering something which you don't catch. An exchange of affirmatives goes around the little squad before he turns back to you.

"We've no officer, and I'm long since out of practice with this sort of thing. Can we help?"

What can they do?
[ ] Take the fight to the enemy, kill the traitors (test)
[ ] Come with me, it's imperative I make it safe (test)
[ ] Seek safety as best you can. The battlefield is no place for old men. (test)
[ ] Write in.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
"The King." You say with all the confidence you can muster. Even if you believe in a free Kevia, you believe even more so in the rightful rule of the king and that was the reason you had first walked into the stronghold of the Zaschita. An answer of Kevia was surely an answer for the revolutionaries and you could not stand by that even if it led to another bullet even if it promised to be fatal this time. "Always the King."

There is a tense moment, a held breath as guns are held and bodies shift ever so slightly as if waiting for a string to break and for everything to turn to mad violence. Then the man who spoke before, surely their leader, lowers his pistol and grins a grim smile.

"Thank you Leytenant, for standing by your oaths." A few of the men behind him sketch vague salutes, eyes on your cap and epaulettes as much as your face.
Yey.

[] Write in: Come with me, it's imperative that we concentrate our strength.

[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.


This isn't about us getting a personal protection detail, it's about making our scratch force of loyalists as large and organized as possible and making sure the revolutionaries can't secure any of the warships in the harbor because that would be very bad.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.
 
[X] It's imperative that we make sure the revolutionaries don't get access to heavy weapons - we go to the port's armory.

So catching up on this was cerainly a thing. A very wild ride to say the least. I did not expect Varnmark to be russian styled but it works.
 
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