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[dash=white]"General Coul?"
"No!" the incredibly ruffled, sleep deprived, and frustrated general finally snapped, turning to give the unfortunate messenger the full blast of his ire. "I cannot fix any more problems. I have done everything I can to deal with the rats, and the fungus infection, and making sure Barvelle's defenses are up to date, while still sending out messengers to Tavark and Aldus, because in case everyone else has forgotten, Kaustir is invading the Cheronese, and I really need to be down there making sure our nation isn't next, since the Archon is trapped in her tower and no one is letting her down. Go bother someone else to solve whatever problem you need solving."
The wide eyed messenger quickly tucked the missive back into his bag and fled, and Coul turned away from the door again.
"That wasn't very nice."
"I don't have time to be nice anymore, and if you would kindly leave me alone I..." Coul turned around, his voice clipped, only to find himself nose to nose with the rather amused Fierce Sage. "Oh, Helena. My apologies."
"I know you are frustrated, and I know you are being worn down to the bone, but we need to remain calm. It is the only thing that is going to give the rest of Barvelle, the rest of Pegulis, hope."
"I know, I know. But it has just been one thing after the other. I should have left days ago for the Cheronese, but I haven't had a spare moment. Please, tell me the caravan is almost ready. "
"It's ready. We leave tomorrow morning, come snowstorm or dragon attack. Get a good night's sleep tonight, General. It is probably the last one any of us will get until the Kaustirians are safely marching back to their desert."
Coul slumped in his seat, relief and anxiety warring on his face. The moment had finally come. Despite all the complications, all of the challenges, he was leaving, and he was doing it without any words of guidance from the Archon.
Helena seemed to understand his plight without the need for words, and she laid a hand on his shoulder. "We will do what needs to be done," she said quietly.
"I know." Coul replied, straightening back up in his seat. "We will protect our nation. Send out messengers to Tavark and Aldus. Make sure they know that we need all the aid we can get. Our caravan is large enough that it won't be able to move fast. Small parties will easily be able to catch up before we reach the Neutral Lands."
"Yes, sir, General." Helena replied, still amused.
Coul let out a sigh, rubbing his face. "Apologies, again."
"No, I understand. Take the evening, make sure affairs are in order as much as is possible. You fix the present, I'll deal with the future."
A single evening was not enough time to fix the present, but Coul did his best to make sure that things would not crumble in his absence. He assigned one of his most trusted lieutenants to each of the major problems within Barvelle, making sure they had the authority they needed to get done what needed to be done. When he finally fell into bed, he had less than five hours sleep before being rudely awoken by a knock at his door. It was time to leave his city.
The caravan that finally marched out of Barvelle was less than two hundred strong. It would never make an impression on the millions coming from Kaustir, but it was all that Barvelle could spare. Even if both Aldus and Tavark could match that, despite the many tragedies striking the cities, what could six hundred of them hope to do?
They could stall for time. Stall, and pray that the Sages got the golems working, pray that Eirene was released from her tower and Aldus and Tavark would recover, binding the nation together again. Pray that somehow an answer would find them.[/dash]
"No!" the incredibly ruffled, sleep deprived, and frustrated general finally snapped, turning to give the unfortunate messenger the full blast of his ire. "I cannot fix any more problems. I have done everything I can to deal with the rats, and the fungus infection, and making sure Barvelle's defenses are up to date, while still sending out messengers to Tavark and Aldus, because in case everyone else has forgotten, Kaustir is invading the Cheronese, and I really need to be down there making sure our nation isn't next, since the Archon is trapped in her tower and no one is letting her down. Go bother someone else to solve whatever problem you need solving."
The wide eyed messenger quickly tucked the missive back into his bag and fled, and Coul turned away from the door again.
"That wasn't very nice."
"I don't have time to be nice anymore, and if you would kindly leave me alone I..." Coul turned around, his voice clipped, only to find himself nose to nose with the rather amused Fierce Sage. "Oh, Helena. My apologies."
"I know you are frustrated, and I know you are being worn down to the bone, but we need to remain calm. It is the only thing that is going to give the rest of Barvelle, the rest of Pegulis, hope."
"I know, I know. But it has just been one thing after the other. I should have left days ago for the Cheronese, but I haven't had a spare moment. Please, tell me the caravan is almost ready. "
"It's ready. We leave tomorrow morning, come snowstorm or dragon attack. Get a good night's sleep tonight, General. It is probably the last one any of us will get until the Kaustirians are safely marching back to their desert."
Coul slumped in his seat, relief and anxiety warring on his face. The moment had finally come. Despite all the complications, all of the challenges, he was leaving, and he was doing it without any words of guidance from the Archon.
Helena seemed to understand his plight without the need for words, and she laid a hand on his shoulder. "We will do what needs to be done," she said quietly.
"I know." Coul replied, straightening back up in his seat. "We will protect our nation. Send out messengers to Tavark and Aldus. Make sure they know that we need all the aid we can get. Our caravan is large enough that it won't be able to move fast. Small parties will easily be able to catch up before we reach the Neutral Lands."
"Yes, sir, General." Helena replied, still amused.
Coul let out a sigh, rubbing his face. "Apologies, again."
"No, I understand. Take the evening, make sure affairs are in order as much as is possible. You fix the present, I'll deal with the future."
A single evening was not enough time to fix the present, but Coul did his best to make sure that things would not crumble in his absence. He assigned one of his most trusted lieutenants to each of the major problems within Barvelle, making sure they had the authority they needed to get done what needed to be done. When he finally fell into bed, he had less than five hours sleep before being rudely awoken by a knock at his door. It was time to leave his city.
The caravan that finally marched out of Barvelle was less than two hundred strong. It would never make an impression on the millions coming from Kaustir, but it was all that Barvelle could spare. Even if both Aldus and Tavark could match that, despite the many tragedies striking the cities, what could six hundred of them hope to do?
They could stall for time. Stall, and pray that the Sages got the golems working, pray that Eirene was released from her tower and Aldus and Tavark would recover, binding the nation together again. Pray that somehow an answer would find them.[/dash]