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Julilee
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The End-Times of Peace

Postby Julilee » August 13th, 2015, 11:19 am

3 smiths (8 assistants)
6 quartermasters (11 assistants)
5 cooks (6 assistants)
2 stablemasters (3 assistants)
6 groundskeepers (12 assistants)
5 engineers/architects (21 assistants)
2 dockmasters (20 assistants)
7 command staff
103 guards, scouts, & field soldiers

Not all of them came to Borrowed Time's garrison. Sanctuary Garrison needed to maintain a minimum staff for upkeep of the post and support of the docks, as that certainly wasn't going anywhere. But that still meant over a hundred new bodies for defense of Borrowed Time. As a child ran by, one of many Naheal had taken in, Juli hoped it was enough when Serinar's forces struck again.

Of course, there were also all the sworn Sanctuary members, like herself.

But concerns about Serinar would have to wait. He sought to destroy them, but he would succeed just as well if the war for peace, as Juli had called it, was not brought to a decisive conclusion. There was no avoiding the conflict; the only answer was to end it. And in two days, it would be.

Juli nodded to the stablemaster as he brought out her zhevra. Two accompanied her when she rode out for Raven's Gate.

It was time to make the final plans.


[[ This thread begins the final conflict of the War for Peace storyline. ]]
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Re: The End-Times of Peace

Postby Naheal » August 13th, 2015, 7:51 pm

This war was wrong. Every fiber of his being screamed to find another solution, but what choice did he have now? Already, he had spoken with Cobrak - a feigned prisoner in his garrison, should the Grim ask now that Sanctuary stayed with his forces - and his friend had told him about some "warlocky shit" that was going on in the Grim, but wasn't sure what, exactly, was going on. "Defend Sanctuary," his contract with Darethy had said, but this? This was tangling with people that didn't need to be tangled with yet. The picture was incomplete.

What's going on within the Grim, Naheal thought to himself as he wandered through his garrison out of his armor, and is there anything we can do to stop this madness? We need time, but we lack that now. Serinar's forces were recovering - of that, he was certain. The Grim would attack Borrowed Time's garrison should they realize that Sanctuary was within it's walls, bujt they, at least, didn't fight with things like the plague last he checked. Even still, they needed to take precautions. Rekkit, Bigwrixx and Hugg, the three primary engineers of Borrowed Time, were already working on a solution. Vents down into the mines below the garrison, should something like the plague be unleashed upon their home. Not nearly a swift enough solution in the heat of battle, but what choice did they have?

Naheal sighed, then jumped as someone poked him in the back. He spun around quickly, blade in hand, only to stop it suddenly Kerri's throat. Kerradormi, his sworn "liege," so to speak, and near constant irritant. A bronze drake who preferred the form or a young, platinum blonde sin'dorei girl with the longest braid he had ever seen, he often described her as a "bronze that missed her life as a cat." Really, she was just a playful kitten in the skin of a dragon most days. "Hey, Naheal," she said with a smile. "What's on your mind?'

"This war."

"Which war?"

"The one we're in the middle of."

"Which one?" She poked his belly.

"The civil war."

"Which one?" She met his eyes and leaned in close. "You DOOOO realize that the one that you're part of constantly is a civil war, right?" He sighed. How could he forget? The Bronze and the Infinites were one and the same. A split flight who's very aspect had chosen both sides of the conflict. "Speaking of which," she narrowed her eyes and gave him an irritated look, "you're neglecting your duties to the Flight." She folded her arms.

"With Serinar, I need to fo--"

She placed a finger to her lips, which instantly quieted him. "I love how that always works!" He grumbled. "Fine, fine. Get yourself to the Caverns. You've got some work to do for us." He sighed. "And, for once, I don't mean 'at your convenience.' There's no time like the future."

"Don't you mean present?"

"Can't help but notice you're still here. What,do you need a written invitation? A note from your keeper?" He sighed at her. "Go on! You know the way. I'll catch up." She stuck her tongue out at him. "You're gonna need some backup and we need a very specific team today."

Julilee
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Re: The End-Times of Peace

Postby Julilee » August 14th, 2015, 3:11 pm

The meeting with Darrethy went well. He had originally intended only to bring himself and some siege equipment, but by the end he had agreed to bring all of the Blackguard’s forces he could spare.

It was a piece of irony that Juli was able to persuade Borrowed Time and the Blackguard to fully commit themselves to the attack, yet she couldn’t convince half of her own people to support it. It had hurt more than Juli could have imagined when Kargron spoke those words. In the end, however, she meant what she told them: she expected nothing of them but to uphold her oaths.

She would do the same.

The knowledge she had shared only with Naheal and Cobrak weighed heavily on Juli. Its truth was evident to her; she’d needed no proof, though Zhên had offered it. In the eight months it had been since the conflict with the Grim had begun in earnest, every single act of aggression, every single snide remark, every single moment had pointed to the same result. Sanctuary could not win against the Grim. At best, they could fight them to a standstill, and only then if they dropped all of their other attention to other threats to the Horde. And got exceptionally lucky.

It wasn’t that she was supposedly going to be assassinated in two years’ time that motivated her. Juli had received death threats from the day she had raised Sanctuary’s banner again, not all of them anonymous, and some of them quite specific. She’d known before signing the new charter that even with Garrosh gone, there were still some who saw Sanctuary’s ideals as a threat to the Horde. It was the vision of the future Zhên had shown her alone that motivated Juli. Everything Sanctuary fought for would die if they continued on this same path, this path of avoiding the Grim, of ignoring every injury and slight and refusing to escalate.

“You can’t help anyone if you’re dead,” Jinsai had told her, long ago, and those words had shone a light on the central dilemma Sanctuary’s philosophy faced. Where did you draw the line? How did you know when to hold it, and when to fall back, in order to do the most good? She’d thought she knew. Zhên had showed her she did not.

War it was, then. A war for peace. She understood, now, what Vilmah and Nojinbu had been forced to do under Garrosh’s reign. While she had never judged them for their decision to pursue vigilante justice – they had only ever gone after those indisputably evil and guilty – Juli had never thought she would be in that position. Now, she realized, she was. They were being terrorized by the Grim, who were going unchallenged. Playing by the rules would only get them killed when the other party did what they pleased without consequence.

There was no point in telling any of the others about Zhên’s warning. They wouldn’t believe, or they would think they could follow the same path and somehow achieve a different result. Juli knew better; she had seen every moment of this conflict. She had once believed as they had, and knew there was nothing to convince them otherwise until it was too late.

It never occurred to her that there was something else motivating her fatalistic attitude.
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Re: The End-Times of Peace

Postby Julilee » August 14th, 2015, 8:44 pm

Kerri didn’t tell them what it was. She just said they needed help. Juli calculated the risk and decided it was worthwhile for Sanctuary to assist. While they couldn’t afford to lose anyone now, that included Naheal, and he was Sworn to help the Bronze.

Juli and as many as she could gather headed out to the Caverns of Time to meet him and Sinlanna, who Juli had gathered was his second-in-command. Unfortunately, Kerri decided to recruit, of all people, the Grim warlock Malhavik as well; but Juli was willing to use Grim resources to one last end if necessary.

It wasn’t until they stepped into the alternate timeline that Juli began to sense there was more to this than a simple defense operation – well, as simple as such a thing ever was when the Bronze Dragonflight was involved. The world they entered was blighted, utterly devastated, and controlled by the Infinite Dragonflight. It wasn’t long until they started finding insignia of groups they knew that had fought there, and lost.

It was undoubtedly the future of which Zhên had spoken.
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