The Citadel Of Vrent
The Room Of Words
Stout internal buttresses dominated the Room of Words. It was a ‘small’ room in that it only measured a a few dozen feet across and a few dozen long. The ceiling however, was much further from the floor than one would expect, creating an almost cavernous space above the heads of the seven of those sat around the single table which occupied the room. Draped in yellow and and red embroidery, the stone table and chairs fixed with it, dominated almost all the space in the room.
“It isn’t something we can just lay back and wait for; letting history repeat itself is idiotic, we need to be proactive, or at least active!” called Trodd, Speaker of War.
His views were stern, and often apt. The Vrentian warleader spoke of course, of the seemingly impending whispers of conflict with Abelon. Whispers had reached them of troop mobilisation, nobles’ words and a general opinion.
“I still stand to the opinion they’re only mobilising the damned paleskins.” Rumbled Danus, the Farrg, Speaker of Magic. “ They’ve raided at least two towns now. We can’t worry about the imperial army just suddenly appearing at our doorstep when we need to be worrying about the rambling bloodletters at our border!”
Danus was resolute if nothing else. Well respected for his intricate understanding of magics and The Way. He was though, somewhat old fashioned and less than happy with Trodd’s current antics and rabble-rousing.
“By the Eye!” cursed Trodd, “You have your head dug in those tomes all day, surely
you of all people know we cannot afford the same mistakes of the past?!” Trodd was becoming increasing frustrated in his attempts to convince the others. They’d be going around the table for nearly an hour now, with mixed results to say the least. The other Speakers seemed to maintain the cultural illusion that the Empire was a slumbering giant that would leave be if unprovoked. Naivety of the highest magnitude, in Trodd’s opinion.
Aiste had sat silent this entire time, The Listener doing her eponymous role quite well. She remained calm, doing her best to simply absorb the information as best as she could. At end of all this bickering, despite the authority wielded by each Speaker, the final decision would rest solely with her.
“Trodd is right.” She proclaimed, instantly silencing the others. “He is correct when he says we should not take the Empire so lightly, lest we forget our history and the very formation of our proud city.” Aiste spoke sternly with a tone of authority though not patronisingly so. “Yet, Trodd, our own instant mobilisation to the border would do nothing other than give Abelon an excuse to launch and invasion. And as we all know, Sfel is the real crux of any impending conflict. If we lose the northern bay, they’d swarm us like locust.”
All six Speakers ruffled in their chairs a little, a collective mental sigh issuing throughout the group. “We need to be clever about this. Trodd, we all appreciate your dedication to protecting our people more than you could ever know. But right now we’re dangling from a thread.”
“Trodd,” spoke Aiste softly, “I’d like you to mobilise slowly, I want doubled patrols along the border, double time, not double the men. I do though want moderately heavy additions to Sfel’s standing forces. Roll cannons there, begin construction of a fort, it’s up to you. I trust you. But I must ask you don’t openly, actively mobilise along the buffer zone.”
The Speakers all nodded accordingly, and the group began to leave. Aiste remained sitting, still having not moved much since the meeting had begun. “Ruwnda, I’d like to discuss something with you quickly.”
As the others filed out of the room, The Speaker of Secrets made her way over to the Listener. The two women wore similar robes, were of similar age and shared many worldviews.
“His last report was almost five weeks ago.” Informed the Speaker. “Either he’s had to go dark, or he’s making progress. Either way I won’t know until I know.”
Aiste sighed and nodded. The answer she had expected.
If war was to come, then the report they awaited held the future path of Vrent.
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Quite a bit more ready to go. I just want to run it past @Sparrow before posting it!