Janis Tassadar wrote:We ask that you withdraw your unit back to your territorial lines.
Janis Tassadar wrote:We are happy to hear that you are open to negotiations. You need not dispatch a courtier this turn, though. We will be in touch.
GJC Wrote for Effect wrote:Janis looked down at her battle maps, eyes glassy. That was... a lot of units. A lot of units. Savage camping outside Wonderland's cities, Voyeran fliers streaking around the map. What remained of the Fae, hiding out up north. She'd been a warlady once, long, long ago, and she was very grateful for those old instinct as she tried to make sense of it all. It wasn't easy, but one thing was clear. This turn was going to matter. Fight in the field, or turtle away. Strike or flee. Parley? Probably no more chance of that. The overlady gritted her teeth and turned from the table, dress flowing behind her as she made her way to the balcony. It was snowing lightly, flakes drifting from the sky and melting before they reached the ground. Aiur was cold, but it was still a desert hex. This damn Erflian desert.
The wind picked up as Janis sighed to herself, sending the drifting snowflakes whirling and tumbling. Janis watched them with a strange envy. No choices, no burdens. Just drift and fall and melt away. No betrayals, no death. Just the faint inevitability of their journey. Though Janis could hardly complain on that front. For all her fussing and planning and double-checking, her actions this turn were hardly any less inevitable. The course had been clear for over a turn now. There could be only one solution to this particular knot. And it was Gordian in nature.
Jans let a smile play over her lips as she heard a Megawit's scream in the distance. The wind swirled around her, seeming to entice her, wanting to be let in on the joke. And Janis obliged it, whispering her secret to the wind. "I made it all up. Surprise!"
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