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 Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:46 pm
A man whom can conquer his fear can strive to conquer the world.>x-General Caesar-x< As Antonio spoke his thoughts to General Caesar, the man listened carefully. Only fools would harm their subordinates for giving sound advice when they needed it the most. Usually he had the air or pride about him when it came to making decisions, but there was a part of him, however tiny that might just think someone else had a good idea. His tactician wished for Ezekiel to be interrogated, rather than joining them.
Taking one of the enemy's important figures proved quite useful in this especially. They knew terrain, the tactics of Caesar's foes, the attitudes of the civilians (and whether or not they could be swayed with words), and usually locations to other strategic locations. It would be a waste, in Caesar's mind to imprison Ezekiel without getting a word from him at least. He could use him, however despicable he was.
"It's not like surviving Lancelot will be exactly easy for him. He would have wished to be killed or imprisoned after being at the end of my Wyvern Captain's lance."
Caesar took pride that he was able to make Lancelot, one of the most reckless of the Wyvern Lords in Archanea thus far to actually somewhat follow orders. Other Generals tried everything with him, from threats to bribes to plain drill sergeant speak. Caesar realized that letting the man work on his own unless he did something that really went too far and would thus sully the Legion's name. Every army needed someone willing to go beyond normal reasoning anyhow, or they'd be trumped by the so-called "heroes" the bards sang about that somehow met overwhelming odds and won.
After his tactician's exit, he gazed towards Milan. "Escort our captive to Lancelot, and after that, return to my side. I'm going to get a status report from Felix."
Trusting the captive to be in his most trusted's hands, Caesar begun a departure from the room which he claimed his first victory of what he predicted to be a long war. He hoped that Felix would give him some good news when he finally found the Cerulean Champion.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 7:35 pm
╚ Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. ╗ Antonio For several hours Antonio had delved into the resources that this fort possessed. Various documents were scattered around and several books had stack up on a table. Interruptions were few and only ones that were necessary. Now, however, the tactician is stepping out of his barricade. He has finished his work. It is time for a strategy meeting. Moments later, the commanders of the Archanean Legion were assembled in a room with a large table. After all had gathered around, Antonio laid out a large map, and seven pieces near one of the dots that the map had on it. He looked up, addressing his fellow commanders.
"I found this map in a storage room, discarded with many documents and other such papers. As you can see, the country that the woman told us we were in is the country in the center of the continent. The layout reports of the surrounding geography were very useful, and I have been able to discern that we arrived somewhere in this field." Antonio raised his hand and pointed to a north-east area in the country. "We then traveled west and assailed this fort." He moved his pointed finger and stopped at the dot where the seven small pieces were. "Fort Vajeh. That is the name of this place. You'd be surprised how much information was in here. The commander of this fort is practically useless."
After a brief second to allow the commanders to understand where they were located, Antonio moved his finger again and pointed at an icon that looked like a castle. "This is the capital. Archesis." He then moved his finger over several dots within the country. "These are cities of significant size. ..That woman failed to mention where the head temple was located, meaning that it could be in any one of these cities. Rationally speaking, it would make most sense for the temple to be in the capital. I suspect our captive could confirm this, as well. However, even if it is not, I do not think the General will be intending to stop the campaign, before the capital falls. It is irrational to randomly search for this temple, without even so much as a clue. Thus, our goal is clear: We conquer this country, and claim the Fire Emblem once we find it."
Now that the goal had been set, attention was brought back to Fort Vajeh, where the pieces were set. "We will move across the country as swiftly as we arrived into it. We will split our forces, and take different paths. This allows us the quickest movement, and allows for maximum land coverage. Moving all in one place would cause us to stockpile and be ineffective. Once the enemy discovers us, they will be in disarray, unable to react with their full might. They must guess where to go to meet us, yet they will meet us wherever they go. The only difference is that we would be expecting to run into them, while they would not truly expect us, even with the mindset that it might be possible. Once they realize that we have come, it will be too late. Our numbers and power will be overwhelming."
Antonio paused for a moment and began to place the seven pieces in a line. "In front of us lies a mountain range. We could not see it from where we first appeared, because it was hidden by intense forestry. We can travel both east and west, around it. The eastern side will be traveled by less people than the western side, for the space between the mountain and the lake is significantly smaller than the clearing between the mountains in the west. Esmerelda and I shall take this path." Antonio looked over at the sniper. "Our target will be the city of Altiplos. From what I discovered, many weapons were delivered here from that city. I suspect it to be a great asset, once we seize it." He looked back over to the map, and moved the pieces that represented Esmerelda and himself to the eastern path. He then began to move other pieces, as he spoke. "To the west will be Milan, Beatrix, Felix, and General Caesar. According to this map, the far western mountains you pass between belong to a country called Mordache. In my attempt to research about this country... I discovered nothing but burned out sections. Nevertheless be vigilant, for it is very likely for their to be a sentry of some kind in that location. It would be very strategic. For this, I suggest having one of you take the lead, making it seem as if the approaching numbers are far less than they really are. The rest of you should slip passed unseen, trailing the edge of the mountain as you can. Should the enemy try to escape, you will cut them off and finish them. After that, I leave the direction of the troops to the General, with some suggested targets shown on this map."
Antonio finished moving the pieces, leaving just one piece left unmoved. "As for Lancelot, he will take to the path over the mountains." He began to move the remaining piece over the mountain range. "With his squad being air units, they should arrive at the other side faster than the rest of us. He can send out messengers with any news he has, and prepare us. We will move like a blanket across this land, and wipe out all those who dare try to break our line." Antonio looked up from the map. "I believe I have been very clear. This is our strategy; the plan that will lead to our safe return home. I suggest we make haste. The more time we waste talking, the longer our homeland waits."
[A hailstorm approaches] ╚ Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. ╗
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 5:27 pm
A man whom can conquer his fear can strive to conquer the world.>x-General Caesar-x< There had been some time that had passed, but it was gone as quickly as it came. The time was kind of like how the Legion planned their presence. They would be here and gone, like a fleeting moment one would miss if they blinked their eyes. It's really how the General liked to fight his wars, if possible. They were to be swift, and have the least number of casualties. Others liked to drag on the battles for the sake of glory and fame: but while those were important to Caesar, his subordinates' lives came first. They all had families, just like he did, people to return to from the brutal struggle they fought.
The time of temporary calm and relaxation over the fort was long passed, as Caesar could tell by a messenger that entered what was his temporary quarters. He had just finished writing in a log that would give his reports of this campaign to the King himself, when the General was summoned for a meeting with the others to hear a strategy from his trusted tactician. There were maps laid out of the location, and as all good strategists did: Antonio marked them up with places where the Legion would best land their assaults against Estarcia.
It was a solid strategy, and Ceasar liked the sounds of it. With this, they would sweep over the foreign nation ruled by tyranny like a wave, and hope that liberation would bring about new hope to the citizens enough to give them a reward. Any other hero would get 'anything they wanted' for freeing an oppressed state from a ruler. He wouldn't be a fool to waste this chance, especially since his goal was practically in his grasp.
"I will not lose. That much is assured. I have the best group of fighters on this entire continent behind me, and a peerless strategist. They won't even know what hit them, or they will when it's too late."
He didn't think the words in excitement at all. Caesar rarely felt excitement, with all his experience in the battlefields and the training grounds of his motherland. Just about every surprise he could think of had been sprang upon him, so anything he saw here wouldn't be new at all. Since the Estarcians were oppressing barbarians, they would use their men like slaves and cower behind the walls. The ones in charge would be fat royal men whom had no combat experience at all. It was almost too easy.
Once other Generals like Ezekiel were taken out, swaying the civilians would prove to be quite another master tactic. The motions of this would all start when the Legion's leader set foot in the west. "Milan, when we reach the western mountains, I will trust you and the assassins to be the diversion in the Dungaree Plains. Once the guards of the Mordache borderlands are distracted, Beatrix, Felix, and I will pass through. Felix and Beatrix, take Respia. I will continue on my march to Altiplos to join with Antonio and Esmerelda. Once together, we will sweep the south and then... the castle will be taken by all our forces combined. The rest of you, you heard Antonio. To your places, Legion! Form up, for today, we march again!"
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