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<blockquote data-quote="Delemental" data-source="post: 4965382" data-attributes="member: 5203"><p><strong>Ruminations</strong></p><p></p><p>Number two of the Chrysanthemum stories.</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------</p><p></p><p> Kaliel leaned backwards in the chair, causing it to creak alarmingly. Brusk glanced up at him from his desk by the wall, frowning, before going back to the chart he was compiling.</p><p> "Think I need to lose some weight. I don't recall this chair ever making this kind of noise."</p><p> "Lose weight? Just your hundredweight of armor - you never seem to remember you are wearing it anymore, Captain." Brusk straightened himself, back crackling as the joints protested. "You still going to send me to Lynnisbrook?"</p><p> "Can you think of anyone better to mold peasants and merchants' sons into a cohesive city guard in a reasonable amount of time?"</p><p> Brusk sighed. "No. I question the wisdom of sending off half our number when we have been so weakened by plague and siege, but I understand your dilemma."</p><p> "Who is the best of our current crop? We'll need to promote someone to lead the home guard. I cannot stay in Chrysanthemum long - I will attract more trouble than it is worth."</p><p> The discussion lasted for some time as the two men ironed out details. When Brusk left, Kaliel stood, stretching his legs, the scrape of metal on metal easily audible. The large man was restless, and left the office, carefully locking the door behind him. One of the things his people had done was very carefully conceal the amount of wealth in the city. They were much better off than any suspected, and they wanted to keep it that way. Much of the criminal element had been killed off early on, when Kryptos was destroyed, and that segment had actually been some of the first ones to turn to eating rats during the siege, thus curbing the problem significantly. Kaliel was certain that was the only reason Ghost had not yet realized how much wealth was hidden in the community. Beneath the office was the vault - and all the jade they gained in trading furs, wool, and tusks. The city was somber on its outside, spartan and practical. Inside, there was the art and color. They had some very good artists, ivory carvers and weavers, which commanded very good prices in the East and South. Beyond this, there had been some very good commissions for his Knights - not everyone was afraid to use an Anathema-led mercenary band. Chrysanthemum had been raided one too many times, and now took care to show little of their face to the world. They were proud, his people, and unafraid of hard work, but repetitious rebuilding grew tiresome quickly.</p><p> He strode down the streets of his town, wider than usual to allow cavalry better access, but with no straight lines of sight more than a block or so long. They had done that allow them to make life harder for Warstriders, the standard 3 story residences creating funnels and blockades. There were other hidden surprises in the town as well, but that was for enemies to find out. </p><p> With the detachment that Brusk was leading to Lynnisbrook, he would have to leave the rest of the Knights in Chrysanthemum. He was leaving - he had a feeling he was going to be needed somewhere else. Where? He had no idea, but the need to move on was undeniable. The Unconquered Sun obviously had some kind of plan in mind for his Lightbringer, and that would become clear in time. For now, though, Kaliel needed to get his people into a defensible position and with a clear plan for the future.</p><p> As he contemplated the fate the Unconquered Sun had placed on him, he wandered the walls erected around Chrysanthemum, proud to note that he had not yet surprised any of his guards. While they were grouped in pairs, and some were chatting, they all knew he was coming before he got there. Granted, he wasn’t Ghost – but few were, and no mere mortals had a chance against that sneaking mountebank. He was Exalted, after all. A bit flighty perhaps, but good in a fight.</p><p> And therein lay part of his restlessness – his companions. Some part of him felt obliged to them, trusted them, gave their word credence where he would never have trusted someone he had not known for years. He didn’t listen to anyone’s opinions as strongly as Brusk’s, but his fellow Exalts were in that select group after mere months. It wasn’t natural, but then, perhaps it was part of that plan. Ah, well. His instincts had only failed him once before, but he chose not to ruminate on that.</p><p> His feet trod the familiar path back to the building he called home and office, the guards snapping to attention as he approached. He nodded to them as he entered, passed through the parlor, and paused at the foot of the stairs, staring at the portrait of his family from before the assassination of his father that hung above the fireplace. His sisters seemed to stare accusingly back at him.</p><p> “I have not forgotten you. Soon, I will be finished here. Ghost wishes to be the greatest thief of our generation – we will steal back my family from House Tepet. Ayama wishes to heal the wounds of the world – she may start with your hearts after so long in slavery. Zanka, well, the Northern Light may tell the story to the world.” He started up the stairs.</p><p> “I will *never* forget.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Delemental, post: 4965382, member: 5203"] [b]Ruminations[/b] Number two of the Chrysanthemum stories. -------------------------------------- Kaliel leaned backwards in the chair, causing it to creak alarmingly. Brusk glanced up at him from his desk by the wall, frowning, before going back to the chart he was compiling. "Think I need to lose some weight. I don't recall this chair ever making this kind of noise." "Lose weight? Just your hundredweight of armor - you never seem to remember you are wearing it anymore, Captain." Brusk straightened himself, back crackling as the joints protested. "You still going to send me to Lynnisbrook?" "Can you think of anyone better to mold peasants and merchants' sons into a cohesive city guard in a reasonable amount of time?" Brusk sighed. "No. I question the wisdom of sending off half our number when we have been so weakened by plague and siege, but I understand your dilemma." "Who is the best of our current crop? We'll need to promote someone to lead the home guard. I cannot stay in Chrysanthemum long - I will attract more trouble than it is worth." The discussion lasted for some time as the two men ironed out details. When Brusk left, Kaliel stood, stretching his legs, the scrape of metal on metal easily audible. The large man was restless, and left the office, carefully locking the door behind him. One of the things his people had done was very carefully conceal the amount of wealth in the city. They were much better off than any suspected, and they wanted to keep it that way. Much of the criminal element had been killed off early on, when Kryptos was destroyed, and that segment had actually been some of the first ones to turn to eating rats during the siege, thus curbing the problem significantly. Kaliel was certain that was the only reason Ghost had not yet realized how much wealth was hidden in the community. Beneath the office was the vault - and all the jade they gained in trading furs, wool, and tusks. The city was somber on its outside, spartan and practical. Inside, there was the art and color. They had some very good artists, ivory carvers and weavers, which commanded very good prices in the East and South. Beyond this, there had been some very good commissions for his Knights - not everyone was afraid to use an Anathema-led mercenary band. Chrysanthemum had been raided one too many times, and now took care to show little of their face to the world. They were proud, his people, and unafraid of hard work, but repetitious rebuilding grew tiresome quickly. He strode down the streets of his town, wider than usual to allow cavalry better access, but with no straight lines of sight more than a block or so long. They had done that allow them to make life harder for Warstriders, the standard 3 story residences creating funnels and blockades. There were other hidden surprises in the town as well, but that was for enemies to find out. With the detachment that Brusk was leading to Lynnisbrook, he would have to leave the rest of the Knights in Chrysanthemum. He was leaving - he had a feeling he was going to be needed somewhere else. Where? He had no idea, but the need to move on was undeniable. The Unconquered Sun obviously had some kind of plan in mind for his Lightbringer, and that would become clear in time. For now, though, Kaliel needed to get his people into a defensible position and with a clear plan for the future. As he contemplated the fate the Unconquered Sun had placed on him, he wandered the walls erected around Chrysanthemum, proud to note that he had not yet surprised any of his guards. While they were grouped in pairs, and some were chatting, they all knew he was coming before he got there. Granted, he wasn’t Ghost – but few were, and no mere mortals had a chance against that sneaking mountebank. He was Exalted, after all. A bit flighty perhaps, but good in a fight. And therein lay part of his restlessness – his companions. Some part of him felt obliged to them, trusted them, gave their word credence where he would never have trusted someone he had not known for years. He didn’t listen to anyone’s opinions as strongly as Brusk’s, but his fellow Exalts were in that select group after mere months. It wasn’t natural, but then, perhaps it was part of that plan. Ah, well. His instincts had only failed him once before, but he chose not to ruminate on that. His feet trod the familiar path back to the building he called home and office, the guards snapping to attention as he approached. He nodded to them as he entered, passed through the parlor, and paused at the foot of the stairs, staring at the portrait of his family from before the assassination of his father that hung above the fireplace. His sisters seemed to stare accusingly back at him. “I have not forgotten you. Soon, I will be finished here. Ghost wishes to be the greatest thief of our generation – we will steal back my family from House Tepet. Ayama wishes to heal the wounds of the world – she may start with your hearts after so long in slavery. Zanka, well, the Northern Light may tell the story to the world.” He started up the stairs. “I will *never* forget.” [/QUOTE]
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