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7/18/2025, 5:17:18 PM
"How goes the siege, then?" you ask, hoping to gleam some information from the man.
"About as well as can be expected", he begins.
"Montechia, this city, is nothing short of a boulder in our path. I am certain that Segoma in its entirety is not as well fortified as this. It is as though we have taken to warring Camponia."
Camponia, you quickly remember, is one of the princely states, the largest amongst them, and the one that stands to your east. It is currently ruled by one of the other Imperial Crown Princes, one Don Fernando if you are correct. Not only are they the largest and most populous of the Appanages of Mirevale, their hold over the northernmost pass of the Ascarpians, the great mountain range that splits the continent of Mauva itself in two, has ensured that the crown has spent no small deal in their fortifications - several Imperial Armies of the Crown are stationed there. It is no wonder that such a fief is almost always given to the 'favored child' of the ruling Emperor.
"So nothing has been done?" you prod.
"There has been progress, of course! All thanks to the forces I had brought." he replies.
"Is that so?"
"Aside from you, Don Alessandro, I am the only one who had brought guns to batter down these walls. Though they have not done so entirely, we have already dealt some deal of damage to the curtain upon that hill. Of course, if I had been given more time by his highness, perhaps I might have been able to acquire more cannons from the Artillery Guilds."
Artillery Guilds, as capricious and powerful as they were wealthy. That an entire guild - the Mascaloman Guild - had agreed to limit their services entirely to the Mirevalian Empire was a feat few nations could replicate. You had heard, once, in a ball, of nations in the far west who had no need of such matters and knew the secrets of cannonforging themselves, but you've no idea of the truthfulness of such.
Before you are able to continue, however, you talk is interrupted by the opening of the tent flaps as a new man walks in - whose sight drives both you and Octavi to bow forward in respect. It is Don Carles, your prince and liege lord. Adorned in black and silver plate armor, a golden cloak around his back, he signals you both to rise.
"Don Alessandro. It is good to see you have arrived here safely...how hast thou fared in these paths months? Tell me of your march across Tilano."
And so, you do. You recount the story of your battle at Costat Hill, of the cities you had passed through both friendly and unfriendly, of the volunteers who had joined you and the giants you had fought. Hearing your story, the Prince continues to stare at you attentively.
"About as well as can be expected", he begins.
"Montechia, this city, is nothing short of a boulder in our path. I am certain that Segoma in its entirety is not as well fortified as this. It is as though we have taken to warring Camponia."
Camponia, you quickly remember, is one of the princely states, the largest amongst them, and the one that stands to your east. It is currently ruled by one of the other Imperial Crown Princes, one Don Fernando if you are correct. Not only are they the largest and most populous of the Appanages of Mirevale, their hold over the northernmost pass of the Ascarpians, the great mountain range that splits the continent of Mauva itself in two, has ensured that the crown has spent no small deal in their fortifications - several Imperial Armies of the Crown are stationed there. It is no wonder that such a fief is almost always given to the 'favored child' of the ruling Emperor.
"So nothing has been done?" you prod.
"There has been progress, of course! All thanks to the forces I had brought." he replies.
"Is that so?"
"Aside from you, Don Alessandro, I am the only one who had brought guns to batter down these walls. Though they have not done so entirely, we have already dealt some deal of damage to the curtain upon that hill. Of course, if I had been given more time by his highness, perhaps I might have been able to acquire more cannons from the Artillery Guilds."
Artillery Guilds, as capricious and powerful as they were wealthy. That an entire guild - the Mascaloman Guild - had agreed to limit their services entirely to the Mirevalian Empire was a feat few nations could replicate. You had heard, once, in a ball, of nations in the far west who had no need of such matters and knew the secrets of cannonforging themselves, but you've no idea of the truthfulness of such.
Before you are able to continue, however, you talk is interrupted by the opening of the tent flaps as a new man walks in - whose sight drives both you and Octavi to bow forward in respect. It is Don Carles, your prince and liege lord. Adorned in black and silver plate armor, a golden cloak around his back, he signals you both to rise.
"Don Alessandro. It is good to see you have arrived here safely...how hast thou fared in these paths months? Tell me of your march across Tilano."
And so, you do. You recount the story of your battle at Costat Hill, of the cities you had passed through both friendly and unfriendly, of the volunteers who had joined you and the giants you had fought. Hearing your story, the Prince continues to stare at you attentively.
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