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Pacing back and forth, doctrines, traditions and court regulations. The Imperial Commander on duty paced down the hallways of the Grand Prince of the Ithanian Realm's palace while his Emperor spoke with the Grand Prince about war funding. The muffled speech was inaudible, but the clinking of the expensive wine glasses and the servants marching in with rare vintages was all he needed to know. Some corridors down, the Emperor's father was talking with a couple of Dwarven emissaries from the Great Enginus. They had conceived of some sort of metal horse powered with fire and black smoke that could deflect arrows and shoot cannon fire. It all seemed so surreal that his family was doing all this work gathering intelligence, finances and manpower for the war, and he was stuck patrolling a hallway. At least the marble floors were nice, he could pretend the black tiles were lava and hop-skip around them.
After about an hour or two, the Emperor made his exit, smiling, while the Grand Prince looked positively intoxicated. The Emperor's father also marched out of his room with stacks of papers under his arm, and the trio marched down to the harbor where a fanfare was already announcing their departure. The Imperial entourage boarded the ship and the large purple sails unfurled, casting off the ropes and setting sail back to the Imperial city. All support manageable from the colonies had been gathered, now it was time to champion the cause at the home front, and to gather the manpower for the coming storms of this unfamiliar enemy.
The Emperor had devised a plan to draw the enemy into a trap on the Curag Fields, the plan was to gather a large quantity of imprisoned mages together as bait for the fog creatures, and then to unleash the full military might of the Regalian Empire in combination with the remnants of the Torse army to retake the Kingdom of Torse. Following behind the Imperial fleet were the ships from Daendroque, Ithania, Norskag, Ellador, Arvost, Lusits and many other smaller dependencies. There were even some Dwarven, Orc and Elven ships sailing in the same direction, each with the same goal in mind, though with different motivations. The Commander felt proud of the Emperor, he had managed to maneuver all these people with all these different ideals and ideas and plans into the same current, one towards victory against this unknown threat.
When the ships moored in Regalia, the news quickly spread to the people. The battle of the Curag Fields would take place within a few days. All available noble commanders and knights were called to arms under the Regalian banner and all retinues and levied troops were asked to prepare for deployment. The Arch-Chancellor was tasked with the battle planning, though the exact formations were already provided. He was to create three central columns, two right flank columns on horseback and two left flank columns with pike and shield formations and finally one column behind for artillery command. No limit was set to retinues and instead of attaching tacticians to commanders, tacticians were to be attached to the tactical corps, a new military doctrine being developed to increase military cooperation.
With war looming, the State Council offered free shipping of noble infants and children and women to the Hivre Haute Puisse in Ithania. The Imperial family immediately shipped all members of their dynasty below the age of 17 off to Ithania, with the exception of Lady Astrid Kade who was retained to provide morale for the Lo-Kade retinues shipping out.
After about an hour or two, the Emperor made his exit, smiling, while the Grand Prince looked positively intoxicated. The Emperor's father also marched out of his room with stacks of papers under his arm, and the trio marched down to the harbor where a fanfare was already announcing their departure. The Imperial entourage boarded the ship and the large purple sails unfurled, casting off the ropes and setting sail back to the Imperial city. All support manageable from the colonies had been gathered, now it was time to champion the cause at the home front, and to gather the manpower for the coming storms of this unfamiliar enemy.
The Emperor had devised a plan to draw the enemy into a trap on the Curag Fields, the plan was to gather a large quantity of imprisoned mages together as bait for the fog creatures, and then to unleash the full military might of the Regalian Empire in combination with the remnants of the Torse army to retake the Kingdom of Torse. Following behind the Imperial fleet were the ships from Daendroque, Ithania, Norskag, Ellador, Arvost, Lusits and many other smaller dependencies. There were even some Dwarven, Orc and Elven ships sailing in the same direction, each with the same goal in mind, though with different motivations. The Commander felt proud of the Emperor, he had managed to maneuver all these people with all these different ideals and ideas and plans into the same current, one towards victory against this unknown threat.
When the ships moored in Regalia, the news quickly spread to the people. The battle of the Curag Fields would take place within a few days. All available noble commanders and knights were called to arms under the Regalian banner and all retinues and levied troops were asked to prepare for deployment. The Arch-Chancellor was tasked with the battle planning, though the exact formations were already provided. He was to create three central columns, two right flank columns on horseback and two left flank columns with pike and shield formations and finally one column behind for artillery command. No limit was set to retinues and instead of attaching tacticians to commanders, tacticians were to be attached to the tactical corps, a new military doctrine being developed to increase military cooperation.
With war looming, the State Council offered free shipping of noble infants and children and women to the Hivre Haute Puisse in Ithania. The Imperial family immediately shipped all members of their dynasty below the age of 17 off to Ithania, with the exception of Lady Astrid Kade who was retained to provide morale for the Lo-Kade retinues shipping out.
