12-05-2006, 02:55 AM
Well, I put this original fic thing up on my livejournal, hoping for enough responses to act as a sounding board for my working the universe out and keep my own interest in it rolling.
No dice.
So, I'm inflicting it on everyone before I admit defeat and give up. ^_^
"Who are they?" she asked, keeping her voice low and stepping up beside him with a quiet that was surprising in someone wearing nearly a quarter her own weight in linked steel plates.
"Trouble," the captain answered wryly, and handed her the telescope.
The first part of the answer was obvious at a glance; the single-piece helms were unmistakable. Probably about two-thirds of the men she was seeing were probably even the usual sorts of pirates she would have expected, but the rest were outfitted with the lamellar armor, huge round shields, and fifteen-foot pikes of a full Islander war levy.
If the raiders were using the usual sorts of organisation, that'd give them a three hundred pikemen and maybe five hundred of the jackals against a hundred and sixty of the Royal Guard and her.
Watching her face and knowing what she was seeing and having been the head of her bodyguard since well before she'd come of age three years ago, the captain was well able to follow her thoughts. "This isn't our land," he said, in the same gentle-but-firm tone she distinctly remembered hearing just before all of the several times she'd found herself hauled over his shoulder and dropped in front of her father for an exceedingly uncomfortable conversation. "These aren't our-" He cut the words off at her hiss of surprise.
They were, without a doubt, the largest dogs she'd ever seen, four feet at the shoulder and massively built, probably more than five hundred pounds each... more than enough to carry the weight of the unarmored men walking beside them in the wake of the rest of the Islander group. "Cavalry."
"What?" Dogs large enough to carry a person were expensive to feed, which was why the Dynasty didn't use them. They needed more meat, proportional to their size, than smaller breeds, and the mountains her family ruled were too short of farmland to afford that. Even the River Kingdom, with its endless miles of farmland, couldn't afford to keep more than a few thousand beasts for its military. The Islanders' fishing fleets were enough to support about the same, but keeping them fed aboard ship would be an entirely different order of nightmare.
"For them to go to that effort..." she mused aloud, then lowered the glass and handed it back. "We're leaving. That's not a raid, that's an assassination, and I don't mean to be caught."
"Yes, Highness." He didn't ask why she'd concluded that, not out loud - it was, as the saying went, above his place on the table - but she heard the wondering in his voice and explained.
"The flatlander king has three nephews, none married more than once and the youngest not at all," just as she wasn't, "and I don't think anyone has any illusions about why he asked that I be the envoy. If that goes through, what happens to our garrisons at the Brothers? More importantly, what happens to theirs at Raventree and Broken?" She had to break off and focus on her footing to scramble down the side of the gully that led back to where the rest of the Guard detachment waited.
Her captain just jumped, and landed with a thump that impressed deep footprints into the dry gravel of the creekbed. In full armor. Like it was nothing. There were days that the Royal Guard scared her a little. "They split up and go to work on road maintenance. Bandit hunting. Something like that."
"And the Islands are the biggest bandit haven in the world."
"Oh," he said, and nothing more.
Anyone with any kind of question or concern, please, feel free to speak up.
Ja, -n
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"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"
No dice.
So, I'm inflicting it on everyone before I admit defeat and give up. ^_^
"Who are they?" she asked, keeping her voice low and stepping up beside him with a quiet that was surprising in someone wearing nearly a quarter her own weight in linked steel plates.
"Trouble," the captain answered wryly, and handed her the telescope.
The first part of the answer was obvious at a glance; the single-piece helms were unmistakable. Probably about two-thirds of the men she was seeing were probably even the usual sorts of pirates she would have expected, but the rest were outfitted with the lamellar armor, huge round shields, and fifteen-foot pikes of a full Islander war levy.
If the raiders were using the usual sorts of organisation, that'd give them a three hundred pikemen and maybe five hundred of the jackals against a hundred and sixty of the Royal Guard and her.
Watching her face and knowing what she was seeing and having been the head of her bodyguard since well before she'd come of age three years ago, the captain was well able to follow her thoughts. "This isn't our land," he said, in the same gentle-but-firm tone she distinctly remembered hearing just before all of the several times she'd found herself hauled over his shoulder and dropped in front of her father for an exceedingly uncomfortable conversation. "These aren't our-" He cut the words off at her hiss of surprise.
They were, without a doubt, the largest dogs she'd ever seen, four feet at the shoulder and massively built, probably more than five hundred pounds each... more than enough to carry the weight of the unarmored men walking beside them in the wake of the rest of the Islander group. "Cavalry."
"What?" Dogs large enough to carry a person were expensive to feed, which was why the Dynasty didn't use them. They needed more meat, proportional to their size, than smaller breeds, and the mountains her family ruled were too short of farmland to afford that. Even the River Kingdom, with its endless miles of farmland, couldn't afford to keep more than a few thousand beasts for its military. The Islanders' fishing fleets were enough to support about the same, but keeping them fed aboard ship would be an entirely different order of nightmare.
"For them to go to that effort..." she mused aloud, then lowered the glass and handed it back. "We're leaving. That's not a raid, that's an assassination, and I don't mean to be caught."
"Yes, Highness." He didn't ask why she'd concluded that, not out loud - it was, as the saying went, above his place on the table - but she heard the wondering in his voice and explained.
"The flatlander king has three nephews, none married more than once and the youngest not at all," just as she wasn't, "and I don't think anyone has any illusions about why he asked that I be the envoy. If that goes through, what happens to our garrisons at the Brothers? More importantly, what happens to theirs at Raventree and Broken?" She had to break off and focus on her footing to scramble down the side of the gully that led back to where the rest of the Guard detachment waited.
Her captain just jumped, and landed with a thump that impressed deep footprints into the dry gravel of the creekbed. In full armor. Like it was nothing. There were days that the Royal Guard scared her a little. "They split up and go to work on road maintenance. Bandit hunting. Something like that."
"And the Islands are the biggest bandit haven in the world."
"Oh," he said, and nothing more.
Anyone with any kind of question or concern, please, feel free to speak up.
Ja, -n
===============================================
"Puripuri puripuri... Bang!"