High General Abasi-Kil
Jadenport (also known as Septimia), Tsaesci Kingdom
The sky poured with a furious intensity, water greeted his serpentine body as raindrops descended upon his armor. High General Abasi-Kil stood upon a wooden platform, surveying the Akaviri expeditionary forces. Below him, six Akaviri legions, four Tsaesci, one Tang Mo and another Kamal moved about carrying various equipments to a massive fleet of over one hundred ships. The downpour did not bother them, for years of intensive training taught them that a little storm like this means nothing for the mighty Akaviri Alliance. In fact, the battlemages could probably neutralize this rain. But for some warriors, a downpour before their journey meant the wind goddess Keinaryce had given them her blessing. Abasi was not a overly superstitious man, but he would accommodated religion in case, for it improved morale.
"I see our soldiers are ready to fight," a familiar female voice spoke behind the general, turning around, he bowed slightly to the approaching visitor.
"Of course, you excellency. My men have been waiting for this." The general responded. The snake woman is Esthera-Vash, the potentate of the kingdom. Since the king, Sherian-Doake had fallen ill few months ago, most of administration duties are now her responsibility.
"Abasi, are we still not over all this formality?" the potentate laughed and shook her head. They have grown up together in two of the most prominent noble families, they've always looked after each other in their careers. Esthera was the shrewd diplomat, her honeyed words and political insights was essential in holding together a fragile alliance the king built two centuries ago. Abasi, on the other hand, was the no-nonsense soldier. He knew how to inspire his men, how to outmaneuver his opponents on the battlefield and in the imperial court. But like any other Tsaesci warrior, he preferred to let his katana do all the talking.
"It is always important to show our superior some respect, especially in front of the troops. After all, I want them to treat me the same." the general anwsered, reaching into a pouch attached to his armor, he produced a scroll. "But I assume you want the latest intelligence report, instead of visiting an old friend. Well, the Ka Po Tun mercenaries found that Tamriel is currently in a state of chaos, the perfect moment to strike."
"Excellent," the potentate nodded, she took a second to observe the invasion force, before pointing to two figures not far from them. "You should address their concerns."
The two figures are the Kamal and Tang Mo commanders. They stood toe-to-toe with each other, seemingly arguing over some important issues. The high general sighed in disappointment, knowing the races' long standing hostilities, he had to intervene before the situation spirals out of control.
"I guess this is our farewell Esthera," Abasi slithered forward while saying goodbye to his potentate, his friend. "I will have the battlemages send back a message when we get to Ynslea."
The Tang Mo and the Kamal were now in a heated argument. As the Tsaesci general drew near them, he could hear their squabbles.
"This little monkey here thinks he needs four extra supply ships for..." the Kamal commander paused for a second to greet Abasi before continuing. "...bananas."
Before Abasi had time to responded, the Tang Mo was quick to counter. "With all due respect high general, you know very well that an army marches on its stomach. If my troops do not have our rations, we'd starve to death before reaching Tamriel."
"Please, gentlemen." the Tsaesci general waved. "We're all allies here, wouldn't it be too much to find a compromise? I'll divert two ships for Tang Mo supplies, and the Kamal forces can have the other two." He carefully examined the faces of his commanders, both of whom are still unimpressed. Though he hoped satisfy his allies, at least to some extent, Abasi knew they will get nowhere if they just stood at the port, arguing. Fact was that both men in front of him craved violence, therefore it would serve them well to find a common enemy rather then letting some old rivalry resurface.
"Save your aggressions for our enemies in the west." He motioned for his lieutenant, upon learning that all ships are ready to depart, he turned back to the two commanders. "Anchors aweigh, set sail for Tamriel, let us show these savages our true strength."
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