Old enemies, new allies
"I'm are going to meet the representatives of the entire Scornic league in two days. I would like you to represent me in the military affairs of the Borderlands."
"I see." Sigurd chewed the meat slowly.
"What do you mean?"
"I think it would be unwise."
The Margrave lifted his glass.
"You are concerned the league might think we're in some sort of pact."
"They might be biased against me. I would like to offer an alliance, but for the moment I am neutral."
"Well, regardless, I am going to go ahead and put myself forward as field commander for the Scornic forces against the Mongali."
Sigurd nodded tactfully, then thought about the Margrave's field experience.
"Harecules needs to be dealt with."
"And I need the men I can get."
"I think we can win the league over in a way both can benefit."
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"Wait! Bloody &%&$!!"
Gysshk had trouble trying to cling on to the phantom steeds, misty, ghostly horses whose hooves moved effortlessly over the land, crossing distance in a few hours where normal steeds would have taken days. The hobgoblin wasn't the best of riders, as they all could understand, but when he had first insisted on taking the caravan at normal pace, Xiang had told him firmly that this was not an option. This group of adventurers lived, killed and travelled fast. They were not exactly wasting time having picnics out in the open.
Impressive they were, Xiang in the lead, the former cavalryman looking ever so daunting with his black armour and spear at hand. Then followed up by two strong and fanatical holy warriors, Ramu and Raven, then Leo and the forrest witch, Callin, a rogue, Tarquin and himself. After Aos' death, Sigurd was the only one left of the company's old gang. The swordsman whom Sigurd had campaigned so many years had been cut down in front of his eyes, defiant to his last breath. He guessed their friendship had taken an end in the Aryptian desert, where clearly he had gone mad, but he couldn't help but looking over his shoulder in the midst of combat sometimes, somehow expecting to see the swashbuckler cutting enemies apiece.
Xiang was now the Margrave's favourite, who sent his captain south and north, trusting him to deal with his neighbours and allies. However, their current mission was of a tricky nature; assisting their old enemy Gysshk in taking over the local city council of Carisqui, where he had lately ever so conveniently become a council member. In return Gysshk had guaranteed 400 hobgoblin warriors waiting to defect from Harecules forces, joining the side of the Margrave in return for land and protection in Carisqui town.
The city walls came to sight at the end of the day. The party had at blazing speed crossed through a frozen landscape, and the slow warning of the deep winter approaching, with the coming of frost giants, marching through ice and snow. How do you defeat an army of frost giants in heavy winter? There would be a chance only if archers and crossbowmen could stick enough arrows in them, but in order to do so one would have to sending normal infantry to engage them, which would be suicide. Not even pikemen, who had long spears, would be at an advantage because the giants were huge and fierce, their mauls and axes would cut through them like a knife through hot butter. Only by being willing to sacrifice could Dulleaberg, and these hogoblins would maybe suit the role. The notion that the latter could defect in the middle of combat had been brought up and discussed, but if would be a risky plan. The hogoblins might chose to stay in Harecules ranks, and although they already held the half-demon in great contempt, he could always threaten them with punishments worse than death should he win the battle.
To the extent Gysshk could be trusted, Sigurd reckoned that the hogoblin would live up to his current obligation, regardless of his final motives. Additionally, the hogoblins' defection might demoralise other parts of Harecules army, but he was unsure if the Margrave had land to house them all. That the half-demon continued to be a never-ending thorn to Kanor's foot was perhaps remedied by that Harecules was running out of allies. His reputation of having been defeated twice in the field, on both occasions where he ran like a little girl, will unquestionably have spread among his troops.
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The doors to the council swung open upon Gysshk's request, for the guards knew little of what ill fate awaited them. The merchant had quickly called for a hurried assembly of the other council members, the time was approaching midnight, and the mayor of the town looked confusedly at the party backing up Gysshk's demands for the town council to be demoted, making himself to sole leader of the city.
"You're out, I'm in. Get out, you're finished. You're history!" Sigurd wondered how the hogoblin ever got a seat in the town council in the first place.
"Tyrant! Traitor!" The councillors who valued their independence above all else had failed to meet up with the Margrave's requests, and now they paid for it. Had they held their obligations, maybe Kanor would not so willingly have taken their freedom away, but as it was now, he had everything to gain and little to lose by doing this. The situation bordered on violence and the fallen mayor signalled for his guards to take Gysshk away, the hogoblin actually making the situation worse for himself with his remarks and taunts. Sigurd could see the situation turning into a bloodbath so he stepped up.
"Silence! We are the men and women that have helped you in the past against dragons and would-be invaders. We are not here to bring about war or disorder to this city, neither is Gysshk. By the power of the authority of the Margrave he is to be instituted as mayor, and along with him there will be four hundred others of his kin coming to settle on this land. In return, I give you my word as King that no man will be harmed should you all chose to resign peacefully."
"This is outrageous! This is a breach of the law! We are not going to be governed by a filthy..."
"Mayor, as representative of your people, it is in your interests that no blood is spilled. Now, I ask you this question. Do you want to continue your lives in peace, or do you want to turn this place into a slaughterhouse?"
The stunned councillors stopped to think.
"Gysshk, swear before this council that no harm will fall upon them as long as you are in power." Reluctantly, the hogoblin merchant complied. No doubt after preciously few moments treacherous thoughts came to the minds of the councillors and they all resigned and left the halls with hurried determinedness. Gysshk smiled to himself and sank into his chair, gleeful at having his way with the townspeople. In the meantime, the word had miraculously spread. Commoners were at their doorsteps, with rumours abound that an army of hogoblins was invading the city, that the council had been attacked, that the mayor had been slain.
Xiang and Sigurd, the two warriors walked out with dignity, looking out at the masses gathered below them. It took the commoners little time to recognise them, both that had held prestige all over the Borderlands. Sigurd raised his hands reassuringly and for a moment, the crowd stood still.
"Citizens! There has been a change of power tonight. By the order of Margrave Manor, councillor Gysshk has been promoted to mayor."
"What about the hogoblin invasion?" An elderly smith at the front raised his voice.
"There is no invasion. There will come hogoblins, but they will live and work in this land like honest citizens. No blood has been spilt, neither will it be."
"If you feel wronged, you are free to leave this city" added Captain Xiang diplomatically "The Margrave extends his invitation for those who chose so to come and live in Gaxmor, where there is land and opportunities."
"Go home to your beds and rest. All is safe tonight." Sigurd felt this was the only reassurance he could offer them. Nobody knew what tomorrow would bring.
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"I suggest you speak with a more silvery tongue from this moment on. Humans are not bullied so easily such as hogoblins.”
Gysshk growled.
“We'll be keeping an eye on you." The party began to leave the halls. The hogoblin might be realising that although his rule had been affirmed, it was as thin as ice. Sigurd hoped Kanor was wise enough to be prepared to remove Gysshk if Harecules was defeated, because one way or the other, he would become trouble in the end.
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Here's to 225 xp for 14th lvl!