Book 2 - Text Updates 032

Book 2 - Text Updates 032

In Jitterati, Duncan had rarely used mounts. In fact, until he had been captured by Queen Jillian herself, he had never once even flown.

But he liked these monsters. The whole set of stacks felt powerful, majestic, as they cut through the clean air south of Stanley's city of Progrock. His own mount was a solid mass of armor and attitude. Unstoppable.

Except, of course, by command. The Queen signaled a halt, and Duncan's mount braked to a stationary hover, far above the fields below. They were a hex away from the city now. At a glance, it looked thoroughly unprepared for a force of flyers such as theirs. Jillian was pulling her mount up alongside his own.

What a day. On some level, Duncan was aware he should have been croaked and re-animated by now. Shouldn't he? Yet why had he never felt any fear, staring that Croakamancer in the face, squaring off against her overwhelming force? Why did it feel so natural that they should have escaped with Gobwin Knob's Chief Warlord, and not a scratch? That was Fate, he supposed.

Jillian dismounted and leapt onto the armor plating of Duncan's megalogwiff. She shooed away her own mount until it (and the prisoner) was out of earshot. He knew she would want to discuss an attack plan for the city, which was all well and good. But then she turned to him, scowling.

"We have to go back to Jetstone," she said. Her tone was a little choked and low, her face serious.

"Do we?" said Duncan. "How pointless. Why?"

"I don't know," said Jillian.

"Allllright," Duncan said carefully. His suspicions were immediately raised. "I think a move like that should probably have some kind of strategic logic behind it, though. Don't you?"

Jillian stared down at the megalogwiff's armored plates.

"So, uh. Anything strategic you'd care to share with your Chief Warlord..."

The Queen held her chin and mouth pinched tightly in thought.

"Also," said Duncan, raising an eyebrow, "you just came off a Thinkagram. Was that with Charlie?"

Jillian nodded, still concentrating her gaze downward, toward the megalo's hindquarters.

"Okay. You might recall that you've ordered me to watch you for any signs of magical suggestion..."

Queen Jillian turned her head quickly and met his eyes. "It's not a suggestion," she said sharply. "Charlie had some intelligence about the battle. That's all. He says we're needed there."

Duncan nodded. "I see. What specific intelligence, Queen?"

"He didn't give specifics."

"Right," said Duncan, holding her gaze.

"It's not like that," said Jillian. But then she shook her head. "Or you're saying that's...that's what I would say...?"

Duncan took a breath, and let it out through his lips slowly, never letting his gaze leave her face. "I'm not saying anything at all, Queen. What did Charlie tell you?"

"That Jetstone is going to lose that battle if we don't return," said Jillian.

Duncan felt his mouth pop open a crack in mild disbelief. He blinked twice in the breeze. "Then they deserve to," he said.

"What?"

"They would deserve to! If they can lose a battle like that? Where the enemy's key forces are helplessly cornered, at the point of Jetstone's greatest strength? Then they deserve to be conquered. I can't imagine how they could lose it."

Jillian shook her head. "Charlie says they can. He's really mad at us for leaving."

"We have good reasons to, my Queen. We are a long way from home." She looked out at the horizon as he spoke, pointedly leaning forward in his saddle. "We should return to Faq, and geography allows us some beautiful targets of opportunity along the way. Gobwin Knob is very vulnerable behind their front lines, and we are poor. We can make a lot of money razing their cities on the trip back."

"I know," she said.

This was odd. Most of the time, his Queen Jillian would present him with a foregone decision, allow him to argue in futility for a bit, then shut him down. But something seemed to have sent her away, into quiet introspection. He decided it was a good time to press.

"We will need the money, Queen. We will have the upkeep of the heir soon. My replacement," he said. "And I consider it my primary Duty to preserve the side until he or she pops. We don't have that many turns to go. You'd make my job easier and more pleasant if we could only play it reasonably safe until then."

"I know," she said again. She glanced at him, "you think I'm under Thinkamancy? Really?"

Duncan shrugged. "Well. I suppose, if you feel like disproving it..."

Jillian's face bloomed with a wicked grin. "Yes. Yes! Easy enough, right?" She drew her sword from its shoulder scabbard and tooth-whistled an ear splitting command to her mount. The megalo, with Ansom's little head poking out the front, hove in close and pulled aside.

"You're right, Duncan. Absolutely right." She turned on one planted foot. "We attack Progrock, one-stack screen, on my command!" she shouted, and took a running leap. She landed in a perfect sword-up crouch on the plates of her own megalo, and scrambled into the saddle. "Then towards home!"

Duncan shook his head at the strange sensation of having won an argument with his ruler. He would have to try to remember what he said.

That suggestion stuff was apparently a real sore spot for her...

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effataigus wrote:
But you've dug up enough information to convince me that, if the hobgobwins actually need to take the Garrison (instead of just doing the old prison-shower shank job (yes, I realize they don't have showers)), that they probably wouldn't be able to do it (unless essentially all of the Hobgoblins are currently stationed at GK and Ansom left an unusually small guard back at the capital).


They don't need to. They just need to provide intel to Charlie and eventually provide the enemy army (probably gobwins) acess to the tower. Something that can probably only be done if Sizemore is not there (assuming the gobwins tunnel into GK) .

People have been assuming that knowing that Parson was promoted to chief warlord is evidence that Charlie was eavesdropping on Maggie, when Charlie might have simply learned that from the hobgobwins. I don't believe Charlie knows Parson's plan, only that Parson surely has one.
Hmm are you suggesting Charlie is spying on them through the gobwins instead of thinkamacy tapping? Interesting.
the_tick_rules wrote:
Hmm are you suggesting Charlie is spying on them through the gobwins instead of thinkamacy tapping? Interesting.


now THAT I can believe.
I figured he had spies in the Magic Kingdom. Namely Grand Abbey Janis, or her predictomancer friend.
spriteless wrote:
I figured he had spies in the Magic Kingdom. Namely Grand Abbey Janis, or her predictomancer friend.

Sizemore recently had a female friend, if this was cold war in real life would look very suspicious of being "honey trap" spy method, perhaps to plant some sort of suggestion spell.
the_tick_rules wrote:
Hmm are you suggesting Charlie is spying on them through the gobwins instead of thinkamacy tapping? Interesting.


If that's true, Stanley better hope his chatter with the Sandwich-making twoll doesn't get any futher.

cdrcjsn wrote:
Is this actually stated anywhere, that Parson is a heavy unit? Since that summer update was dealing all about his move limitations as a garrison unit, I just assumed that it was his garrison status that was the reason for the failure to mount rather than his unit type.


Closest I could remember was his original summoning: http://www.erfworld.com/book-1-archive/?px=/017.jpg

"Find your genius. Just make him BIG, okay?"
multilis wrote:
Sizemore recently had a female friend, if this was cold war in real life would look very suspicious of being "honey trap" spy method, perhaps to plant some sort of suggestion spell.
Something tells me that the casters would not want to start throwing around attack spells in their precious peaceful kingdom, and would react very poorly to Charlie even asking for a caster to throw a suggestion. I suppose that Charlie could try his dish. He might even get away with it for quite a long time. But it would still be a huge risk; new spells are being developed all the time in the MK, and if he's caught he'll never get their trust back. And he will have a lot of casters pissed at him.

Although an MK spy seems likely. May have even overheard Sizemore and Janice talking.
cdrcjsn wrote:

Is this actually stated anywhere, that Parson is a heavy unit?


http://www.erfworld.com/summer-update-2 ... inting.png

This is the best evidence I can find for it... Maggie saying it's likely.
effataigus wrote:
cdrcjsn wrote:

Is this actually stated anywhere, that Parson is a heavy unit?


http://www.erfworld.com/summer-update-2 ... inting.png

This is the best evidence I can find for it... Maggie saying it's likely.
Here is the relevant exchange:
Parson: "Yeah, but I should still be able to get on a mount, right?"

Maggie: "Ummmm. Not if you're a heavy unit. Which...I think is likely."

The context seems to be stating that were Parson a heavy unit he would not even be able to get on a mount. But he did get on the dwagon, and even attempted flight. Which, if Maggie was completely correct (and Maggie and Sizemore have always been shown to be reliable advisors), means that Parson is not a heavy unit.

Summer Update 32 wrote:
On the third of three undignified tries, Parson got into the saddle. Planting his armored belly on the saddle horn and swinging his leg over the creature's back could not possibly be the best way to get mounted, but it got him there. The dwagon grunted and snorted in discomfort, or possibly simple disbelief at the situation.

Parson picked up the reins. He squirmed into a sitting position that his crotch could live with, and grinned at Sizemore. He knew he had to look like the fat kid on the coin-op ride outside Kmart. Hell, he'd been that kid once. Sizemore looked disapproving, but said nothing.
Oberon, i don't think just sitting on a dwagon counts as "mounting". A twoll can get on top of a dwagon too, probably. Just an opinion, though.

Also,
Quote:

Sizemore seemed to be getting cranky. "The turn's over," he said, with a little scowl. "And if you're really a garrison unit, you couldn't leave the city on a mount anyway."

Maggie walked up, holding her empty helmet. She picked up a napkin and covered it, and inserted it into the picnic basket.

"Yeah, but I should still be able to get on a mount, right?"

"Ummmm. Not if you're a heavy unit. Which...I think is likely."


This dialogue says that garrison units can't leave the city even on a mount, but they are still able to mount, unless they are heavies.