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Legatus Nonus Sula
A strong enough Ruler…
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> (Abbreviated | IV LEGIO, Brazen Fourth, IV-LG)
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> Dictum: Triumph beats Infamy
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> Solem Rubrum Mons | Bronze and gold sign representing a red sun emerging behind a black peak
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> (Comparable emblem to the City of Demames, but for the coloring)
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> Organizational chart
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> -Late Winter-Summer 191NC-
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> Overall strength ~2440*
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> (Legio general staff not included)
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> -1680 legionnaires,
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> ~760 other units
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> Legatus Legionis | Nonus Sula (Demames – His father was second cousin to Duke Sula of Demames)
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> First Prefect | Declan Valens (Cartagen -Second son of the Grand Baron of Cartaport Sir Montague Valens, cousin to the Mayor of Cartagen Frederick Valens)
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> Prefect | Harrison Jakobred (First non-Lorian senior officer, his family a cadet branch of the Redmonds’ of Kadrek, founded by the Duke’s younger second cousin Jacob. A political appointment.)
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> Optio | Rufius Valens (Prefect Declan’s younger brother. Rufius had sailed for Kadrek immediately upon receiving word from his brother.)
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> LID officer | Hugh Bolton. (Kadrek- Late Rolo’s cousin.)
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> Aide de Legatus | Pete Dumont (Demames)
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> Quartermaster | Sulpicius Scrofa (also Keeper of the purse)
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> Solem Rubrum Mons Signifier | Duc Gratian
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> First Cohort
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> (ICH-IVLG)
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> (Moniker the laconic ‘Triumph’)
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> First Century
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> Gold Standard
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> (Monikers ‘Them Crimson Banners’, Sula’s Guards)
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> 200 Legionnaires (The vast majority of the century were awarded the golden Phalera after their heroics at Stad River, 2/4 of them posthumous)
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> Centurion (Primus Pilus) Paulus Didicus
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> Decanus Derio Papus (First Maniple)
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> Decanus Baro (2nd Maniple)
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> Decanus Trebius (3rd Maniple)
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> Decanus Avienus (4rth Maniple)
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> Second Century
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> (IICN-ICH-IVLG)
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> 120 Legionnaires
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> Centurion Lar Montaus
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> Decanus Badi Littera
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> Third Century
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> (IIICN-ICH-IVLG)
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> 120 Legionnaires
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> Centurion Sisena Draco
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> Decanus Varo Bellator
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> Fourth Century
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> (IVCN-ICH-IVLG)
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> 120 Legionnaires
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> Centurion Publius Surinas
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> Decanus Vala
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> Second Cohort
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> (IICH-IVLG)
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> First Century
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> Centurion | Opiter Carbo (Demames)
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> Second Century
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> Centurion | Glean Lale (Kas)
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> Third Century
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> Centurion | Winston Levy (Kas)
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> Fourth Century
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> Centurion | Gavin Page (Kas)
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> (Halfostad, ‘Cultured’)
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> (IIICH-IVLG)
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> First Century
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> Centurion | Luke Whitt (Halfostad)
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> Centurion | Jim Chad (Halfostad)
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> Centurion | Cornelius Cropp (Unknown, probably Halfostad)
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> Fourth Century
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> Centurion | Willie Page – Gavin’s twin brother (Kas)
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> (Transferred from III Legio)
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> Legion Slingers
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> 100-200 Slingers (numbers vary due to severe casualties)
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> Centurion | Joe Fallon
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> (Transferred from III Legio)
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> ~180 Ranger-type units (A mix of mounted archers and light warriors)
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> Under
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> Centurion | Gerard ‘Half-Ear’ Pike
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> ~70 Rangers + 50 scouts (A mix of Nords, Lorians and Half-breeds)
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> + 50 Nord warriors (lightly armoured with axes and swords)
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> Under Marlene Lake (only unit led by a female, mostly Gerard’s Raiders)
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> Around 250 horsemen (overwhelming majority from Sovya, mainly Halfostad)
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> -150 Medium Cavalry under
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> Decurion | Roger Bailey (Halfostad)
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> -50 Heavy Cavalry & 50 mounted Karls under
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> Sir (later Baron) Norman Gatrell (Yepehir)
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> The Yepehir nobleman served as Lady (later Duchess) Martha Redmond’s honor guard. Probably another political appointment.
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> 100 apprentices (The IV engineer unit was built from scratch)
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> Centurion (of engineers) Isaak Boston (Lesia – transferred from the Third)
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> Centurion surgeon | Dottore Borealis (credentials disputed, out of the medical academy of Novesium)
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> + 30 nurses and medics
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> *Around a thousand five hundred civilians, merchants, medics, carpenters and smiths, following in the supply train. The IV Legio had almost five hundred horses and various mounts, due to its larger than usual cavalry element, mostly drawn from Duke Redmond’s troops.
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Tyeus funeral pyres!
Sula cursed seeing the youngster bursting out of the street corner bloody wooden club in hand. The young man spotted the stocky-build armoured Legatus jumping from his horse with a scowl and opted to run past him, keeping to the edges of the narrow cobblestone street.
Sula landed with a grunt, his bandaged leg protesting, the injury a constant source of rage for him and hurled his ironwood cane to the running fast young ruffian. The cane missed the teenager’s torso, but got him on his left knee mid-stride and shoved it aside. His legs got tangled up, Dumont letting out a curse from atop his horse seeing the teenager taking a crashing tumble that lost him the club and an arm sleeve on the sharp cobblestone street, along most of the skin up to his now exposed elbow.
The large bloody piece of skin just peeled off alike the hide off a rabbit.
“ARGGH! Fuckin’, stupid redcloak! Shit!” The young man cried out, rolling on the hard terrain and Sula approached him hobbling, grinding his teeth to combat the pain. Dottore Borealis had given him strict instructions not to test the leg, but Sula low-key only half trusted the Dottore when he was sober, less so when Borealis was sloshed, which was his norm.
“Ye son of—” Sula stopped his cursing with a backhand that send the teenager’s head along a couple of his teeth reeling back. He raised his muscular arm to smack him once more, but the young man collapsed unconscious in front of him afore he’d time to land another blow.
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A flushed citizen that had come around the corner of his Halfostad house probably after the club-armed teenager, saw Sula’s face under the legion helm and stopped panicked. He quickly turned on his heels to run away, but Sula stopped him with a frustrated roaring order.
“HALT RIGHT THERE!”
“Good grief,” Dumont commented jumping from his horse, the second citizen all but fainting, his color turning to the pale as if his blood had evaporated, frozen in place. “What did he do?” He asked the now shaking citizen.
“Got… into a fight milord,” the scared shitless man stuttered looking at his aide’s boots.
“What’s was the reason?” Dumont queried calmly, whilst Sula scooped his cane from the street.
“His father was killed in the riots, his mother and sister burned inside their house,” the scared citizen blurted out. “Being causing trouble ever since. Fought my stable boy over a horse.”
“What’s the punishment for that?”
“Eh, nothing was taken and he’s been taught a lesson me thinks milords,” the man replied fearfully.
“Scrofa needs more hands,” Sula grunted and eyed the citizen. “Pick him up, bring him to the Legion camp and find a Decanus to unload him for enlistment.”
“Aye milord.”
Sula paused to glare at a couple of onlookers staring from a safe distance, but the door of his house opened wide before he’d time to give them a tongue-lashing and Martha walked out.
“The army will straighten him out,” Martha told the gathered civilians with a fierce grin. “Put a roof over his head and food in his belly as well,” she continued and glanced at the frowning Sula. “Mayhap find him a horse to ride.”
“I don’t think he is cavalry material,” Sula grunted.
“I’ve a spare horse,” Martha countered that glint in her eye taunting. “An exception for a Lady is too much to ask Legatus?” she added loud enough for everyone to hear.
Sula shifted on his legs, the right bothering him something fierce, as jumping from the saddle was on the list of the things one does not do, when sporting forty stitches.
“Dumont shall look into it. See if there’s an opening,” he finally spat frustrated and Martha turned to his Aide, putting all her cute dibbles and white teeth to work.
Eh, damn it.
“Ahm, of course…” Dumont replied charitably, putting up no fight at all. “Anything for Lady Redmond.”
“You have my gratitude mister Dumont,” Martha gushed and the crowd seemed to enjoy the resolution, witnessing her influence firsthand.
Sula hobbled to his house murmuring under his breath and all but kicked the door in, when he failed to open it immediately.
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An hour later he’d finished his meal, had a glass of fine red wine and was in the process on listening to Valens report, when a new set of orders reached them from Kas.
“Who’s the other missive for?”
“Lady Redmond,” Hugh Bolton replied readily. The Sovya officer had joined them recently and had been very helpful in stabilizing the situation in Halfostad, but was another of Martha’s creatures.
Sula needed the Fourth to grow to its potential fast and Macrinus was slow-walking him. True to his character Sula looked to solve the problem and he searched for recruits nearer to his base of operations.
One needs not be a volunteer to succeed in the army, his late father always preached. A sturdy hand can forge even unwilling units given enough time.
Now his father was dead and no one seemed eager to punish those responsible. Sula wanted to strike at Kaltha, but the orders were sending him the other way.
“The Duke is using our birds with enthusiasm I see,” Sula noted sourly.
“Better to learn the news immediately Legatus,” Bolton said with a shrug. “Than take cock raw up the arse.”
“Uhm,” Sula murmured. Bolton’s family had long being used as swornswords, or housecarls from the Duke of Sovya and Bolton’s older brother Rolo had followed Martha’s sister to Regia almost a decade ago. Where apparently he’d bedded Lucius then wife or lied about it, all but ruining the Augustus life and getting himself killed in the process. The redhead’s pregnant sister soon following him. “Plenty of things are better mister Bolton!” Sula blasted him with a nervous glance at a quietly watching Martha. The redhead loved politics and sticking her nose in all matters, but the thought of her bringing a lover in his Council infuriated him.
Which is probably a scheme to keep you unbalanced, he mused. She’s doing it since the first time you saw her.
“Well, this conversation took an unexpected turn,” Valens commended in his well-spoken Common. “Rather shocking for anyone not fully engrossed in brothel life and sodomy.”
Fuck's sake!
“What does the Duke want this time?”
Duke Redmond had pressed through Martha to have Sir Norman Gatrell and his riders join the Fourth, in exchange for warhorses. Sula had agreed as it was almost impossible to get his hands on sufficient numbers, or similar quality animals at Halfostad, plus the noble cavalryman and knight was a competent commander with trained men.
Sir Gatrell, trimmed black mustache on his upper lip, stood up with a frown, his plate rustling.
Well shite.
“The Duke requests the training of a cohort’s worth of men and promises to send an equal number of recruits our way,” Bolton replied.
Whoa there. That’s more than five hundred men.
Sula smacked his lips, an eye on the stiff cavalry officer. The Nord looking almost as Lorian as Nonus did, but for the height. Norman was a tall man.
“Sir Gatrell I appreciate the Duke’s contributions to the Fourth,” Sula grunted to get it out of the way. The Third Cohort had been formed fully from Halfostad recruits. Mostly men allowed to return to their occupied city from the Duke. Several positions in the growing Legion were taken by former Sovya citizens. “Also yourself in helping with the Legion’s cavalry.”
“That’s more Lady Martha’s accomplishment,” Sir Gatrell replied modestly. “The horses are part of her dowry Legatus, but her true value to Sovya and the Duke is immeasurable.”
“Hear-hear,” Prefect Harrison Jacobred agreed, beating the table with a gloved punch. The new Prefect was another man from Sovya and apparently distant kin to the Duke.
“Aww, thank you dear cousin. Sir Norman,” Martha babbled and took the opportunity to sit at the edge of the large table, long blue dress swooshing, curly long red hair over her right shoulder and a cluster of freckles around her upturned nose suddenly more prominent.
“Lady Redmond,” Sula grunted and got up, as no officer present seemed willing to continue with their meeting engrossed in her presence. Martha was a woman of great beauty. “Refrain from interrupting the god darn council!”
Martha raised a painted brow to his outburst. “Does the Legatus want me to return to my chair?” She teased and a couple of the men chuckled afore taking control of their faculties seeing Sula’s face.
“The Legatus would,” Sula droned hoarsely, sweat running down his collar and a couple of veins popping on his forehead.
A dragging minute was lost, while Martha fixed her dress, pulling here and there especially around her modest Lesia-type square cut bust, with most men watching very interested in her technique.
“The Fourth Cohort isn’t yet formed,” Valens said to get Sula back on track and the Legatus cleared his throat turning his attention to the conference table.
“Explain Prefect,” he grunted and Valens unfurled a scroll containing the headquarters latest decoded orders.
“We have orders to stop all training sir,” Valens replied. “The Duke’s men would have to train under Captain Arrun.”
“Uhm,” Sula murmured and snatched the missive from his hands to read it himself. “Have Arrun’s men entered the city?”
“Staying in the camp Legatus,” Valens said evenly. “In the Fourth’s quarters. They arrived very late yesterday evening.”
“How many men?”
“Four hundred at least.”
Damn.
“Meeting is adjourned. Everyone back to your posts,” Sula announced with a frown. “Bolton stay.”
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Sula grimaced, the stitches on his thigh bothering him and rubbed his face with a hand staring at a map of the Greater Kas he’d received a week earlier. It contained the strategic movements for the upcoming campaign. The maps were constantly updated, newer info written over the old and some parts getting so crammed with additional details, or unit placements, not much of the map was left visible. He had to use another smaller map for that, a bit cruder and mostly dealing with terrain.
‘Paws of Harvest’ was written with small letters at the edge of the map. The codename for the upcoming operation.
“Bolton something gets out of this room, or slips out of the Duke’s mouth, people will get their heads chopped off, starting with you,” Sula grunted a warning. “I have the blade for the job already made. Come to think of it, it could do wit a testing.”
“The Duke is committed,” Bolton replied, narrow face flattening at the chin. Not an attractive man, but sharp as a new dagger’s edge. “He won’t risk exposure. It ends here Legatus.”
“We’re years from it, forget about endings. I don’t favor lofty words in my presence,” Sula countered.
“No one knows, but key personnel,” Bolton replied defensively.
“Is Lesia appraised on our movements?”
“Half the merchants in Kadrek have connections, or property in Lesia,” Martha said getting up from her chair to approach again. She placed a refilled goblet with spiced wine in front of Sula and found one of the empty spots to join their meeting. Sula tasted the wine, his eyes on her. Martha reached for a quill over the table, the cut swelling giving a hint of her covered breasts. She checked to see it wasn’t dipped in ink and pointed at the map with it. “Others have family and many Lesia merchants have houses in Kadrek. King Davenport sees everything.”
“Uhm,” Sula murmured not believing her.
“The drink will relax the muscles, help with the pain,” Martha added with a small smile.
“It is no bother,” Sula grunted, but had another sip from the strong wine. “How would a merchant know our units?”
“The Legion uniform is easy to spot in a city. The camp is just outside the walls dear Legatus. Every arriving merchant from Kadrek has seen it,” Martha reminded him.
Sula sighed at court dwelling people trying to appear smarter than experienced professionals. Military matters might appear simple at first glance, but being rigid wasn’t being stupid and the army’s lowermost parts had nothing to do with the upper echelons of its leadership. There you either had the skills to get the job done, or you didn’t. It all boiled down to plain usefulness. No civilian could ever hatch the perfect plan and even if he did, he would need a competent army to pull it off. A competent officer that knows his men though could get the job done with a mediocre plan, or even a simple one. As Lucius had stated in his letter, get your pieces out of the bad position they found themselves into and you’ve won half the battle afore it has begun.
“Did you understand my orders mister Bolton?” Sula asked the LID officer again and he nodded. “Good, now see if you can find any of those ‘spies’ so we can ask them what they think of our plans. I don’t need a gentle hand. I need results.”
Bolton smirked and got up. He bowed once in the direction of Martha and saluted a looking bored Prefect Valens afore turning heel and leaving.
“Sneaky fellow, rather prosaic in looks,” Valens commended in his posh Cartagen accent and Dumont, a rather stoic man most of the times, almost got drown in his own spit trying to conceal a chuckle.
“He’s extremely loyal,” Martha defended him.
“To the Duke?” Sula asked her with a guarded smile.
“To me,” Martha retorted looking at him with her richly green eyes. “Since I happen to favor our good Legatus, Bolton will take a blade for you.”
Dumont started coughing and Valens, who was too much of a gentleman to comment on a superior officer's personal affairs, cleared his throat and started gathering his papers.
“I’ll see to meet with Captain Arrun,” he said casually.
An uncomfortable Sula breathed out and finished his goblet afore grunting a single word answer.
“Good.”
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“Thank you Lady Martha,” she teased, when the officers had departed. Sula shook his head and got up from the table to approach the lit fireplace. He crooked his mouth, the flames warming his face and glanced her way.
“You only help to strengthen your father’s rule and rebuilt Sovya’s army,” he told her and the pink tip of Martha’s tongue touched her full upper lip for a moment thoughtfully, before shrugging her shoulders.
“You needed men and I gave voice to your crude, gloomy orders winning you favor with the local populace,” she replied and got up herself. “You needed horses and I convinced my father to open his stables for your Cavalry. He did it because he’d rather have his daughter staying with an ally than a captor.”
“You were never treated as a prisoner,” Sula grunted. “You also left the part out, where all this works in your favor also.”
“If the Legatus loses his war, what’s left of Sovya would disappear as well. A great many people have hanged their hopes on him and you just don’t see it. All you army boys,” Martha told him and approached, her short heeled boots carrying her slowly near the fireplace. “The King will marry me forcefully with a Lesia noble, just like my younger sister and wipe the Redmonds off the history books. Had William not gotten himself slain, then I wouldn’t have acted. He did, so here I am.”
“Lucius could force you to marry on the morrow, you’re way past—”
Martha slapped his arm to stop him.
“Gods you’re brutal sometimes,” she said with a gasp. “Yes, I’m twenty eight. Do you honestly think I haven’t thought of that? I dreaded it, marriage that is. There I’ve said it, but I need to get it done soon.”
“Your father could name a distant kin as heir.”
“He won’t. William was his pick, just because I’m a woman. Now, he has no other choice but to trust his daughter to pull it off. But I can’t do it by myself. Alike other women I ain’t satisfied to stand in the background and pray everything turns out all right. I’ll act, if I have to. Mend what’s broken.”
“Pull what off?” Sula asked her with a frown.
“I’m not helping you for my father Legatus. Always did my own thing,” Martha said staring at the flames and Nonus thought she was glowing, as if her body, hair and skin… everything was lit up. Her ambitious soul spilling out of the pores of her skin. But it wasn’t pure ambition this, he thought. More like the unbreakable will of a survivor. Martha would never give up like her sister had done. Nor will she throw her life in a fruitless endeavor like her brother out of honor. “When this is all over, you’ll have carved out a name for yourself and I’ll have come out of the storm safe. There are precious few prospects near my reach as influential as the Bloody Tiger’s officers will be in the future. I feel it in my bones. None will be bigger than you. I’ll make sure of it.”
Sula turned to look at her flushed face.
“When did you come up with all that woman?” he grunted not liking all this future talk and Martha chuckled tossing her luscious head back, her long neck glowing in the light cast by the fire.
“The moment I heard there was a second legion,” Martha replied. “And a Sula was leading it. I visited Novesium once. Still dreaming of Regia’s golden beaches,” she purred and approached his hardened face, big eyes glowing. “How is Demames my dear Nonus?”
Sula reached with a callused hand and touched her warm face.
“Much drier, but its mountains are made of silver,” he said hoarsely. “You’ll never get that Martha.”
“Mmm. On me own, I wouldn’t,” the Duke’s daughter yielded and cupped his hand with hers. “Then again I’ll may settle with Sovya, if you are. All I want is a son with my name. It doesn’t even have to be the first one. If my house survives this stupid war, I’ll be content and you’ll get to play soldier for as long as your heart desires.”
“That’s not how things are done Martha,” Sula murmured, but she felt good in his arms, despite being as tall as him almost.
“A ruler shall enforce his will,” she whispered. “Wit enough loyal spears backing him. It was always like that Nonus. Be it for land, or titles. Whether he swims in riches, lives a life of piety, desires of more wives, or to change common man’s law. Cofols do it. A pirate can be the High King. The Issirs taught us that. All conform to the ruler’s will. A strong enough ruler could shape the realm and change the future for the better.”
Aye, Sula thought feeling her soft mouth searching his.
Or burn it all to the plaguing ground.
> People said and this author wholesomely attests to the fact, you could sense the Legatus’ presence the moment he entered a room. Tall and athletic, extremely handsome, with his piercing blue Alden eyes and an acute intellect, Lucius stood above every other man, or woman present. His insight on most matters shocking to a clueless spectator. To be in his confidence a gift one rarely stumbles upon and a continuous learning experience.
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> Everyone was better for being near him. He would give you his trust at no cost, if you were worthy of it. He would forgive most mistakes, if they were done without malice. An honest man with almost no vices, but the love for his country and family, could be unforgiving though on those willingly behaving in a depraving manner. Be it plundering, raping, torturing, murdering, blaspheming and sleeping with another man’s wife. Lucius held men and women to his own Knightly standards.
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> He would stop a meeting to admonish an aide, or an officer for foolish behavior. You heard him uttering his common saying ‘I shan’t condone it’, you had better stand back and stop whatever you were doing.
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> Lucius would turn around after putting everything right and plan one of the greatest feints in the war. He would do it whilst playing with his son, jesting with Lady Faye and scribbling verses, or dictating changes in maps.
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> In the middle of summer 191 NC, Legatus Sula’s First Cohort of the Fourth Legion, moved out of Halfostad accompanied by Lady Martha Redmond, traveled through the forest paths to avoid Kadrek and went over the second bridge on Drek River to reach Yepehir. The move a simple excursion on paper to allow Sir Norman Gatrell, son of the aging Baron of the fortified city, to visit his father. No one suspected anything as ‘armoured legionnaires’ under Captain Arrun kept patrolling the rebuilding city and the road to Kadrek in force throughout the summer.
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> The truth of it was the Second and Third Cohort of the Fourth Legion was already in Kas by then and had marched straight for the Mouth a week later. Over the mountain path, to cut south following the Nor Maze Heights towards Eaglesnest. They camped by the road, the caravans heading north shocked at the sight of legionnaires so near the sources of Piker’s River.
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> Lord Van Calcar, the northernmost located Lakelord, had agreed to allow passage through his lands, if the legion stayed to help him alleviate his mounting problems with the Van Durrens. Praetor Lucius had agreed to lend him a legion as determent, but kept it vague as to which that legion might be. Van Calcar, equally vague and misleading if not more so, used the opportunity for his own personal benefit causing mayhem.
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> With everyone’s eyes on the Legatus and his mighty Third legion, the still recruiting fast moving Fourth slipped by undetected. Then just as the first snows started falling again to mark the end of summer, Lord Lucius moved again straight up the Bloody Ridge and followed the newly built legion avenue through the Screaming Road to Gudgurth Fort, where the elderly Baron Tiburs a Lorian, surrendered the city fort to the Legatus. The deal was struck earlier that summer, but wouldn’t officially be announced until much later. It thus returned the old Regia city back to an Alden, but not to Regia in a strange turn of events.
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> While the Legatus moved his pieces on the strategic board, his enemies in the west and south were doing the same. Lucius was aware vaguely of King Davenport’s intentions, but missed the world changing beyond the Shallow Sea on the exotic continent of Eplas.
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> Everyone did.
> Lord Sirio Veturius
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> The Fall of Heroes
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> Chapter II
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> (Lord Lucius Alden,
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> -also addressed-
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> Legatus Augustus, Praetor Maximus
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> Southern campaigns,
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> Third & Fourth Year
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> Volume V-VII
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> Sub-chapter title
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> Tigers on the Plains
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> Operation ‘Paws of Harvest’, also called the ‘Summer Feint’,
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> Prelude to ‘The Maiden’s War’ and the ‘Mayhem at Serene River’.
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> VII volume starting with the ‘Lost Cohort of Anorum’ and ending with the overture to the ‘Eighteen Months’ & the battle at ‘Storm’s Rest’
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> Summer-Fall 191 to Winter 192 NC)
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