"Is this really necessary Mu?"
The crisp morning air over the mountains south of Qalabar carried with it the scents of dead lugians and impending trouble. In a small secluded vale, the forces of two equally matched armies faced off against each other… no more than sixteen to a side, standing in tense battle-lines, staring each other down as they waited for the first move. This was a war that nobody wanted (to read about), yet it seemed inevitable.
Mu, in his position near the back of his formation, smoothed the silvery white mattekar robe that was the uniform of his entire army as he turned to regard Jin Lee, obstensibly referred to as his "Queen", yet in truth merely a highly accomplished mage who could not resist the idea of an "event".
"Yes… that foul Tegehel has gone too far this time," he opined. "For many months has he maneuvered secretly behind the guise of ‘artist to the gods’, whilst simultaneously having dealings with the accursed Virindi, who ply him with whispered promises of power, riches, and really really cool java for his dark page." Mu almost spit out this last part, threatening to clog the eyelets of his white heaume. "Fah… his slow-loading web design ends here. Now."
Jin peered across the heads of the single line of infantry before her at the night-black host of the enemy. "We are far too evenly matched… should we wait for backup?"
"No… there is no time. This shall not be any mere gangbang this day, but an operation of subtlety and planning." He raised his head to shout orders… "Infantry advance!"
But the infantry could not move, and the reason became clear soon enough as purple lights swirled about them. Indeed, with the added pressure of approximately 723 lugian-cheesing idiots and a crowd of people doing nothing at the archmage’s tower, the dreaded portal storm threatened to consume them all. "We must evacuate!" cried the Knight of the King.
"Stay those recall spells," ordered Mu, as he contemplated the situation. "We shall have to move slowly towards our objective, lest we all be lagged out at a bad moment. Everyone, you shall heed my instructions and otherwise hold your positions. The forces of foul Tegehel shall not excape us this day!"
A lone infantryman in the front lines, his silifi glistening in the dawn, sighed with relief. As one who was foolish enough to concentrate on melee, his death would have surely been swift should they be ordered to attack en masse, buying perhaps a spare second or two for the mages and archers behind him. In his flanking position, directly in front of the master archer the Bishop of the Dark Squares, surely he would be spared the initial conflict…
"You there, axe guy, advance!"
The melee fighter gulped as Jin Lee turned to Mu. "The English Opening? That’s very… hypermodern… of you…" she quipped, barely restraining her original comment of "bloody stupid". "Why not send in that fool with the cestus?" she remarked, indicating an obviously relieved soldier standing directly in front of the monarch.
"Uh… well, in a conflict such as this I feel we should be flanking and confusing the enemy, not merely charging straight ahead into a head to head battle." explained Mu.
"Right. You want to keep yourself safe," she snorted. "Some King."
Mu ignored her as he repeated his order, sending the resigned axeman two steps forward to meet his fate, a mere pawn in this war…
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