Jack Hammer wrote:
"Is that a good thing?"
A female wizard in the Pearl detachment looks on, surprise evident on her face. She takes on a visage of superiority as she gazes upon the reaction of the male troops. She pulls out a small notebook and begins scribbling quickly in its pages.
"Well, this should be interesting. He won't be thinking with his loins much longer if the histories are accurate. Nor any man foolish enough to be within a hundred yards."
After a few moments the mage takes out a crystal and looks upon the scene thru its facets. Her eyes widen in shock and her pen moves furiously in her hand as she records the scene.
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:
A hardened veteran in the Pearl's troops stares in awe and fear as the banner is unfurled. He begins to shake, as the water around his waist takes on a yellowish tinge.
"Tempestus Furibundus! The cult of the Sea Furies..."
apologies for the poor Latin
Knight-Captain Velantium wrote:
An hour after the missives were sent, flashes of light appear within the encampment of the Knight-Captain's company. Heavily armored troops with long lances beging streaming out of the portals, interspersed with squads of archers astride giant sea turtles. At first the numbers seems endless but the streams die quickly and the portals wink out. another 200 seasoned warriors have arrived, bolstering the ground defenses. Without awaiting orders, they begin spreading out amongst the city's perimeter, setting up strange devices at regular intervals. Their armor seems to matter little to them as they swim and walk to their positions.
The dispatches from the Sandreef company have arrived. The reports of the Red Lord, this Veiled One, catch the attention of the General. He orders auguries and divinations.
From the reports it sounds like the entire nomad host is in place attacking the city. Before he reacts to the news and puts his own city at risk he calls for scrying to verify that the nomad forces aren't supplemented by illusions.
Once he has facts he will present them to the King, but it sounds like he'll lose a valued company if he doesn't act. He orders an armored company to bolster the cavalry, opting to wage a defensive war. Matching the nomad's mobility is a wasted effort.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
"Certainly milady, but I am only a subordinate. The Knight-Captain would be happy to meet with you. He gives the orders. He waits by his banner. It might give you more privacy."
Nymphaea Orlbereth wrote:
With that the group finally sets out for the Sapphire Gate, arriving to see the military unit waiting patiently.
saying the following out in the open, for any residents to hear
"Lady Olbereth? I am Lieutenant Quiss'l. Greetings from King Mirathan the Third, and the peoples of Pearl. We have been sent here to assist you and your city in any manner related to any outside threats. The Knight-Captain of the Blue Eels is our ranking officer. As outsiders, we will not enter Sandreef as a unit. We will not interfere with your trade. We will respond to any threat by any organized force. With your king's permission, we would like to set up our camp and outposts so that we may begin our work."
"Is it possible that we might meet with your king to get said permission?'
"Lady Nimora Olbereth."
Drums are heard througout Sandreef, heralding the approach of a battle company from the Pearl of the South. Their pennants float in the current. Light infantry and cavalry astride dolphins, archers, and 12 Knights of the Blue Eel sect riding proudly on top of their namesake dire electric eels. A few sorcerers and clerics follow along with support personnel. (No symbols of Adventurnus) This company is made for speed and mobility.
As they draw within sight of Sandreef they stop. A rider approaches.
"Greetings from King Mirathan the Third, to the folk of Sandreef and your king. We come to offer our services in support of your city. Is Lady Olbereth available?"
Before the nomads can get too close they are cut off by several knights.
The General wanders the gathering, making sure the guards are doing their duty, and renewing political connections. The guards don't react to his presence. They are the elite, and have no need for a nursemaid. But, the routine helps the General look better to the politicians. It's an old game they have perfected between them.