- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
- TNP Nation
- Prydania
- Discord
- lordgigaice
General Krummedike listened as General Schulz explained the severity of the situation.
"My orders were to withdraw here and to have my men aid in humanitarian efforts if at all possible. I'm happy to hear that they'll be kept busy."
He meant that in more ways than one. Soldiers with nothing to do were restless soldiers. And restless soldiers in close proximity to refugees was not a good combination.
"It has been suggested by various members of my government" Krummedike continued, "that a formal humanitarian coalition be formed. We have the pieces, between the your forces, our forces, and the Norsians, to lift some real weight if we all got on the same page."
The General then turned to Colonel Bláfeld.
"You spent some time with the Essalaneans. Would it be possible to persuade them?"
"They don't seem to like any unhorsed save for ourselves General" Bláfeld replied.
"And who could blame them after Kosada?" Krummedike said with a shrug.
"General," Krummedike said to Schulz, "we'd have enough soldiers to coordinate effectively if we could pool everyone who's here together behind one mission. And I would recommend haste. I'm not sure what news you've been hearing, but we crossed most of a damned country to get here. Andrenne may be flattening cities but the Imperium...they're emptying towns."
Warren leaned against a truck baring the shield of the Royal Prydanian Army. His leg was still throbbing in dull pain from the RPG attack. Still...it was dull. That was a good sign, right?
"Nik!" he called out. Nik, noticing his fiend, made his way over. Truth be told Warren had snapped him out of what looked like mindless wandering.
"What are you doing man? You look like you're out of it!"
"I was looking for Garsendis" Nik replied with a grin.
"The Essalanean woman? From Kosada?"
"Yeah!"
Warren raised an eyebrow.
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"Why not?!"
"Well you know Essalaneans...how do you know it wasn't just a one time thing for her?"
"Eh" Nik shrugged.
"I don't, to be honest. But look around Warren. I'm gonna try and find as much happiness as I can."
"You gonna move to Essalanea, become a clansman?" Warren chuckled.
"Hey why not? I'm a soldier. I can survive off the land."
"And then," Warren replied in a friendly mocking tone "you and Garsendis will have lots of kids. And when they ask where mommy met daddy they can say 'we spent a beautiful night together under the glow of a city being bombarded.'"
Nik smirked but rolled his eyes.
"Bye Warren."
"What? I'm pretty sure that IS a romantic story by Essalanean standards!"
Warren shifted a bit and winced. His leg. Ok. The march was over. They weren't involved in any fighting. Now it was time to see a doctor.
"My orders were to withdraw here and to have my men aid in humanitarian efforts if at all possible. I'm happy to hear that they'll be kept busy."
He meant that in more ways than one. Soldiers with nothing to do were restless soldiers. And restless soldiers in close proximity to refugees was not a good combination.
"It has been suggested by various members of my government" Krummedike continued, "that a formal humanitarian coalition be formed. We have the pieces, between the your forces, our forces, and the Norsians, to lift some real weight if we all got on the same page."
The General then turned to Colonel Bláfeld.
"You spent some time with the Essalaneans. Would it be possible to persuade them?"
"They don't seem to like any unhorsed save for ourselves General" Bláfeld replied.
"And who could blame them after Kosada?" Krummedike said with a shrug.
"General," Krummedike said to Schulz, "we'd have enough soldiers to coordinate effectively if we could pool everyone who's here together behind one mission. And I would recommend haste. I'm not sure what news you've been hearing, but we crossed most of a damned country to get here. Andrenne may be flattening cities but the Imperium...they're emptying towns."
Warren leaned against a truck baring the shield of the Royal Prydanian Army. His leg was still throbbing in dull pain from the RPG attack. Still...it was dull. That was a good sign, right?
"Nik!" he called out. Nik, noticing his fiend, made his way over. Truth be told Warren had snapped him out of what looked like mindless wandering.
"What are you doing man? You look like you're out of it!"
"I was looking for Garsendis" Nik replied with a grin.
"The Essalanean woman? From Kosada?"
"Yeah!"
Warren raised an eyebrow.
"You sure that's a good idea?"
"Why not?!"
"Well you know Essalaneans...how do you know it wasn't just a one time thing for her?"
"Eh" Nik shrugged.
"I don't, to be honest. But look around Warren. I'm gonna try and find as much happiness as I can."
"You gonna move to Essalanea, become a clansman?" Warren chuckled.
"Hey why not? I'm a soldier. I can survive off the land."
"And then," Warren replied in a friendly mocking tone "you and Garsendis will have lots of kids. And when they ask where mommy met daddy they can say 'we spent a beautiful night together under the glow of a city being bombarded.'"
Nik smirked but rolled his eyes.
"Bye Warren."
"What? I'm pretty sure that IS a romantic story by Essalanean standards!"
Warren shifted a bit and winced. His leg. Ok. The march was over. They weren't involved in any fighting. Now it was time to see a doctor.