Day 3, Noon
Captain Altraius stepped outside the South Gate. Logic told him to avoid anything too garish. He donned a grey pea coat and a black cap. He saluted to his Grendarme subordinate. He had only just met Lieutenant Waldstein, but at the very least he knew he wasn't loyal to Huge. 340 Grendarme of the former 1000 remained, and of the 8 captains, only two remained. Colonel Thayburn was likely dead or worse at this point, and the only commanding officers at this point were Holst and himself. And Waldstein was like him; a noble who couldn’t stand the noveau riche. He wouldn’t turn himself over to Holst or Huge. Altraius saluted “I’ll be back soon. Keep the men I mentioned on duty here. If for whatever reason returning to the Grand through the is difficult, keep one of the men at the White Lion, I can usually find a way through there”
Waldstein nodded “Sir!” he paused for a moment. This revolution had a way of breaking down the barriers between superiors and subordinates. One’s destiny lie in their own hands now. Altraius may be the commanding officer that he choose now, but….”Sir, we’re not really with Huge are we?”
“God no. I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire.”
“Then are you going to General Van? See if he can push through?”
Altraius chuckled “I wouldn’t shoot Klaus Van if….wait no. I messed that up. I would shoot Klaus Van in any circumstance.” He paused for a moment “Ok how about this. I would shoot Klaus Van if the bullet had to go through…. my…. hand? Wait that doesn’t make sense….forget it. You get the idea, right?”
“Yes Sir. Then….whom?” Waldstein ticked off his fingers “General Howe is fighting Tiveria in the South. The Admirals have declared for who knows what. General Grummond is old, but he does command the 4th Army. Perhaps he could take the city? Some of the Royal Guards I heard also revolted”
“Lieutenant, we are loyal only to the monarchy and its rightful heir, whomever he or she might be.”
Waldstein’s eyes widened quickly and then shut. He saluted and said “Sir!”.
Altraius smiled. He was not sure where his own Lieutenant Monnet was. Likely deserted or dead at this point, but Waldstein was a more than adequate replacement. At the very least, he knew when to shut up.
The Azure District had not done well. Windows were broken, and children were scurrying through alleyways. However, foot traffic was out and about, and people were able to returning to their jobs in the Grand. When he finally arrived at King Hakkon Plazza, Eisel was there waving “Yo hooo! Over here!”
Altraius bit his lip and walked over. He hissed “You idiot, could you be any more suspirious?”
Eisel smiled “Of course we could. I have a red and black arm band if you want!”
“Forget it.”
“Besides, the soldiers aren’t going to arrest anyone now. There’s a reason the Army wears black pants!”
Altraius sighed “You’re not funny”
“Shows what you know, everyone thinks I’m hilarious!”
As they continued walking, Eisel talked about the going ons of the city “Strummund Heights fell to a mob, and Huge’s men failed to take Richter Point. Apparently two of his units defected.” Eisel nodded to three servants walking past before continuing “And now there’s a counter revolution over near the harbor. Some Grendarme and sailors took up arms declaring for the Crown.”
“Mm.” Altraius nodded. They were already out of the Azure district and he hadn’t even noticed. But then it dawned upon him “Huge didn’t take the Azure District”
“Well, strictly speaking he technically did. But you are right my dear captain. It’s what they call a Valosian Horse trick”
The South Gate was open now. The soldiers would stop the mobs from getting in sure, but they didn’t open up a supply line. They took their finger out of the dam. Outside of the Grand district’s manned walls, there was little control of movement between districts, Most of the city outside of the Grand just melded together.
Assassins….sabatours….vandals…Eisel put his hand on his shoulder and whispered “Revolutionaries. You got it now!” and his whisper broke out into a laugh
Altraius stared blankly ahead. What had he done?
Captain Altraius stepped outside the South Gate. Logic told him to avoid anything too garish. He donned a grey pea coat and a black cap. He saluted to his Grendarme subordinate. He had only just met Lieutenant Waldstein, but at the very least he knew he wasn't loyal to Huge. 340 Grendarme of the former 1000 remained, and of the 8 captains, only two remained. Colonel Thayburn was likely dead or worse at this point, and the only commanding officers at this point were Holst and himself. And Waldstein was like him; a noble who couldn’t stand the noveau riche. He wouldn’t turn himself over to Holst or Huge. Altraius saluted “I’ll be back soon. Keep the men I mentioned on duty here. If for whatever reason returning to the Grand through the is difficult, keep one of the men at the White Lion, I can usually find a way through there”
Waldstein nodded “Sir!” he paused for a moment. This revolution had a way of breaking down the barriers between superiors and subordinates. One’s destiny lie in their own hands now. Altraius may be the commanding officer that he choose now, but….”Sir, we’re not really with Huge are we?”
“God no. I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire.”
“Then are you going to General Van? See if he can push through?”
Altraius chuckled “I wouldn’t shoot Klaus Van if….wait no. I messed that up. I would shoot Klaus Van in any circumstance.” He paused for a moment “Ok how about this. I would shoot Klaus Van if the bullet had to go through…. my…. hand? Wait that doesn’t make sense….forget it. You get the idea, right?”
“Yes Sir. Then….whom?” Waldstein ticked off his fingers “General Howe is fighting Tiveria in the South. The Admirals have declared for who knows what. General Grummond is old, but he does command the 4th Army. Perhaps he could take the city? Some of the Royal Guards I heard also revolted”
“Lieutenant, we are loyal only to the monarchy and its rightful heir, whomever he or she might be.”
Waldstein’s eyes widened quickly and then shut. He saluted and said “Sir!”.
Altraius smiled. He was not sure where his own Lieutenant Monnet was. Likely deserted or dead at this point, but Waldstein was a more than adequate replacement. At the very least, he knew when to shut up.
The Azure District had not done well. Windows were broken, and children were scurrying through alleyways. However, foot traffic was out and about, and people were able to returning to their jobs in the Grand. When he finally arrived at King Hakkon Plazza, Eisel was there waving “Yo hooo! Over here!”
Altraius bit his lip and walked over. He hissed “You idiot, could you be any more suspirious?”
Eisel smiled “Of course we could. I have a red and black arm band if you want!”
“Forget it.”
“Besides, the soldiers aren’t going to arrest anyone now. There’s a reason the Army wears black pants!”
Altraius sighed “You’re not funny”
“Shows what you know, everyone thinks I’m hilarious!”
As they continued walking, Eisel talked about the going ons of the city “Strummund Heights fell to a mob, and Huge’s men failed to take Richter Point. Apparently two of his units defected.” Eisel nodded to three servants walking past before continuing “And now there’s a counter revolution over near the harbor. Some Grendarme and sailors took up arms declaring for the Crown.”
“Mm.” Altraius nodded. They were already out of the Azure district and he hadn’t even noticed. But then it dawned upon him “Huge didn’t take the Azure District”
“Well, strictly speaking he technically did. But you are right my dear captain. It’s what they call a Valosian Horse trick”
The South Gate was open now. The soldiers would stop the mobs from getting in sure, but they didn’t open up a supply line. They took their finger out of the dam. Outside of the Grand district’s manned walls, there was little control of movement between districts, Most of the city outside of the Grand just melded together.
Assassins….sabatours….vandals…Eisel put his hand on his shoulder and whispered “Revolutionaries. You got it now!” and his whisper broke out into a laugh
Altraius stared blankly ahead. What had he done?