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No one in particular: Second Life ref explained

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	It was...less than optimal.		It was...less than optimal.

-	So much depended upon Faq. He trusted his Commander, gifted as she was with Titanic power. She had taken his life away, but given him this Second Life. If she ''said'' Faq would switch alliance, then it would. But in that case, everything he understood about Faq had been wrong.	+	So much depended upon Faq. He trusted his Commander, gifted as she was with Titanic power. She had taken his life away, but given him this Second Life.{{ref\|SL}} If she ''said'' Faq would switch alliance, then it would. But in that case, everything he understood about Faq had been wrong.

	Perhaps he should attempt some psychological warfare of his own, then. To help the cause.		Perhaps he should attempt some psychological warfare of his own, then. To help the cause.
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	He leaned back in his saddle. "We'll win," he said, with perfect serenity. "I doubt it will even be close."		He leaned back in his saddle. "We'll win," he said, with perfect serenity. "I doubt it will even be close."
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		+	==Notes==
		+	* {{note\|SL}} Second Life is an online social site.

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	Within a minute or so of thought, it became clear that there were three classes of likely outcomes: a facile victory, a straightforward victory, and a costly victory. It depended entirely on [[Faq]]. Should Faq ally with Gobwin Knob, the city would fall easily. Should Faq stand aside, their victory over Jetstone would also proceed relatively smoothly. But to fight his way through the forces before him, Ossomer knew he would expend too large a portion of his own force to take the garrison without destroying it.		Within a minute or so of thought, it became clear that there were three classes of likely outcomes: a facile victory, a straightforward victory, and a costly victory. It depended entirely on [[Faq]]. Should Faq ally with Gobwin Knob, the city would fall easily. Should Faq stand aside, their victory over Jetstone would also proceed relatively smoothly. But to fight his way through the forces before him, Ossomer knew he would expend too large a portion of his own force to take the garrison without destroying it.

-	[[Commander]] [[Wanda_Firebaugh\|Firebaugh]] had ordered him to arrange [[stack]]s to do precisely that. Hold [[Archons]] and [[Casters]] in reserve, while pinks and blues engage top units to immobilize. Yellows and greens then screen for the purples and reds, which would burn and topple the tower. [[Croak]]ing Father in the [[tower]] would then cause Jetstone's field units to disband, and allow Ansom to advance Gobwin Knob's significant ground forces to defend the city against [[Haggar]]'s column.	+	[[Commander]] [[Wanda_Firebaugh\|Firebaugh]] had ordered him to arrange [[stack]]s to do precisely that. Hold [[Archons]] and [[Casters]] in reserve, while pinks and blues engage top units to immobilize. Yellows and greens then screen for the purples and reds, which would burn and topple the tower. [[Croak]]ing Father in the [[City_Zones#Tower\|tower]] would then cause Jetstone's field units to disband, and allow Ansom to advance Gobwin Knob's significant ground forces to defend the city against [[Haggar]]'s column.

	But it seemed a waste. A terrible waste. Nearly six thousand units would disband, including [[Prince]] [[Tramennis]], three Casters, and forty-eight [[Warlords]]. He frowned.		But it seemed a waste. A terrible waste. Nearly six thousand units would disband, including [[Prince]] [[Tramennis]], three Casters, and forty-eight [[Warlords]]. He frowned.

Commander I. Heartly Noah at 02:58, 16 May 2010

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	[[Commander]] [[Wanda_Firebaugh\|Firebaugh]] had ordered him to arrange [[stack]]s to do precisely that. Hold [[Archons]] and [[Casters]] in reserve, while pinks and blues engage top units to immobilize. Yellows and greens then screen for the purples and reds, which would burn and topple the tower. [[Croak]]ing Father in the [[tower]] would then cause Jetstone's field units to disband, and allow Ansom to advance Gobwin Knob's significant ground forces to defend the city against [[Haggar]]'s column.		[[Commander]] [[Wanda_Firebaugh\|Firebaugh]] had ordered him to arrange [[stack]]s to do precisely that. Hold [[Archons]] and [[Casters]] in reserve, while pinks and blues engage top units to immobilize. Yellows and greens then screen for the purples and reds, which would burn and topple the tower. [[Croak]]ing Father in the [[tower]] would then cause Jetstone's field units to disband, and allow Ansom to advance Gobwin Knob's significant ground forces to defend the city against [[Haggar]]'s column.

-	But it seemed a waste. A terrible waste. Nearly six thousand units would disband, including [[Prince Tramennis]], three Casters, and forty-eight [[Warlords]]. He frowned.	+	But it seemed a waste. A terrible waste. Nearly six thousand units would disband, including [[Prince]] [[Tramennis]], three Casters, and forty-eight [[Warlords]]. He frowned.

	It was...less than optimal.		It was...less than optimal.
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	He looked at the [[Duncan_Scone\|Chief Warlord of Faq]] and cleared his throat.		He looked at the [[Duncan_Scone\|Chief Warlord of Faq]] and cleared his throat.

-	"[[Royal~~\|Royalty~~]] is obsolete!" he said loudly.	+	"[[Royal]]ty is obsolete!" he said loudly.

	Those words, in his own voice, seemed the most unreal thing yet. The Warlord turned his head and regarded Ossomer. "What?"		Those words, in his own voice, seemed the most unreal thing yet. The Warlord turned his head and regarded Ossomer. "What?"

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	[[Ossomer]] glanced around the [[city]] below, his eyes tracing the outer walls.		[[Ossomer]] glanced around the [[city]] below, his eyes tracing the outer walls.

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	He leaned back in his saddle. "We'll win," he said, with perfect serenity. "I doubt it will even be close."		He leaned back in his saddle. "We'll win," he said, with perfect serenity. "I doubt it will even be close."
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	He breathed deeply. He did still breathe. The air was still sweet here.		He breathed deeply. He did still breathe. The air was still sweet here.

-	These entire circumstances seemed unreal, if not actually dreamlike. This battle struck him more as an abstract tactical scenario. "Here, Prince Ossomer, now you portray the enemy forces, and we will try to stop you! Set the pieces upon the map again."	+	These entire circumstances seemed unreal, if not actually dreamlike. This battle struck him more as an abstract tactical scenario. "Here, Prince Ossomer, now ''you'' portray the enemy forces, and ''we'' will try to stop you! Set the pieces upon the map again."

	He could and would conquer this city for the [[Tool]]s of the [[Titans]], but it was still home. He could see tiny figures on the tower parapet. Among them must surely be [[King Slately\|Father]].		He could and would conquer this city for the [[Tool]]s of the [[Titans]], but it was still home. He could see tiny figures on the tower parapet. Among them must surely be [[King Slately\|Father]].
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	It was...less than optimal.		It was...less than optimal.

-	So much depended upon Faq. He trusted his Commander, gifted as she was with Titanic power. She had taken his life away, but given him this Second Life. If she said Faq would switch alliance, then it would. But in that case, everything he understood about Faq had been wrong.	+	So much depended upon Faq. He trusted his Commander, gifted as she was with Titanic power. She had taken his life away, but given him this Second Life. If she ''said'' Faq would switch alliance, then it would. But in that case, everything he understood about Faq had been wrong.

	Perhaps he should attempt some psychological warfare of his own, then. To help the cause.		Perhaps he should attempt some psychological warfare of his own, then. To help the cause.
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	Ossomer blinked. "Yours is a Royal [[side]]. You have a [[Queen]]."		Ossomer blinked. "Yours is a Royal [[side]]. You have a [[Queen]]."

-	The Warlord shrugged. "She's Royal. I popped in [[Jitterati]]. I don't give a stray bit of snot for Royalty." The Warlord glanced skyward, where the parley continued. "I've yet to see evidence that the Queen does, either."	+	The Warlord shrugged. "''She's'' Royal. I popped in [[Jitterati]]. I don't give a stray bit of snot for Royalty." The Warlord glanced skyward, where the parley continued. "I've yet to see evidence that the Queen does, either."

	Ossomer found this perplexing and annoying. He pulled his carpet away, frowned, then quickly turned back.		Ossomer found this perplexing and annoying. He pulled his carpet away, frowned, then quickly turned back.

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[[Ossomer]] glanced around the [[city]] below, his eyes tracing the outer walls.

Bare of defenders, of course. What units remained here would surely have been withdrawn to the garrison as soon as the veil was lifted and it was known that [[Gobwin Knob]]'s main threat consisted of [[flyers]].

He breathed deeply. He did still breathe. The air was still sweet here.

These entire circumstances seemed unreal, if not actually dreamlike. This battle struck him more as an abstract tactical scenario. "Here, Prince Ossomer, now you portray the enemy forces, and we will try to stop you! Set the pieces upon the map again."

He could and would conquer this city for the [[Tool]]s of the [[Titans]], but it was still home. He could see tiny figures on the tower parapet. Among them must surely be [[King Slately|Father]].

He'd not repeat [[Ansom]]'s folly. He would not bother to plead the Titans' new Truth to the [[King]] of [[Jetstone]]. Father was even more stubborn than any [[Prince]]. He would have to be shown. Alas, it was probable that most of the living would have to be shown, as Ossomer himself had been.

So be it. If the Titans willed an easier path, then let them mark it.

His tactical mind took the fore, and he took this abeyance to work out an order of battle, and consider the merits of various tactics.

Within a minute or so of thought, it became clear that there were three classes of likely outcomes: a facile victory, a straightforward victory, and a costly victory. It depended entirely on [[Faq]]. Should Faq ally with Gobwin Knob, the city would fall easily. Should Faq stand aside, their victory over Jetstone would also proceed relatively smoothly. But to fight his way through the forces before him, Ossomer knew he would expend too large a portion of his own force to take the garrison without destroying it.

[[Commander]] [[Wanda_Firebaugh|Firebaugh]] had ordered him to arrange [[stack]]s to do precisely that. Hold [[Archons]] and [[Casters]] in reserve, while pinks and blues engage top units to immobilize. Yellows and greens then screen for the purples and reds, which would burn and topple the tower. [[Croak]]ing Father in the [[tower]] would then cause Jetstone's field units to disband, and allow Ansom to advance Gobwin Knob's significant ground forces to defend the city against [[Haggar]]'s column.

But it seemed a waste. A terrible waste. Nearly six thousand units would disband, including [[Prince Tramennis]], three Casters, and forty-eight [[Warlords]]. He frowned.

It was...less than optimal.

So much depended upon Faq. He trusted his Commander, gifted as she was with Titanic power. She had taken his life away, but given him this Second Life. If she said Faq would switch alliance, then it would. But in that case, everything he understood about Faq had been wrong.

Perhaps he should attempt some psychological warfare of his own, then. To help the cause.

He looked at the [[Duncan_Scone|Chief Warlord of Faq]] and cleared his throat.

"[[Royal|Royalty]] is obsolete!" he said loudly.

Those words, in his own voice, seemed the most unreal thing yet. The Warlord turned his head and regarded Ossomer. "What?"

"Royalty is obsolete!" repeated Ossomer, with even more conviction. "The mandate of the Titans that those of a Royal line should rule has been superseded!"

The Warlord stared at Ossomer for a long, long moment.

"So what?" he finally said.

Ossomer blinked. "Yours is a Royal [[side]]. You have a [[Queen]]."

The Warlord shrugged. "She's Royal. I popped in [[Jitterati]]. I don't give a stray bit of snot for Royalty." The Warlord glanced skyward, where the parley continued. "I've yet to see evidence that the Queen does, either."

Ossomer found this perplexing and annoying. He pulled his carpet away, frowned, then quickly turned back.

"Then why do you fight!" he challenged.

The [[Chief Warlord]] leaned forward in his perch-saddle. For the first time, a little smile crept into his otherwise blank face.

"To win," he said simply.

"You can't win!" shouted Ossomer. His arm swung out, and he pointed behind him without breaking eye contact. "Look at the forces before you!"

The smile broadened, and the Chief Warlord shrugged. "You're really high-strung, you know that?"

He leaned back in his saddle. "We'll win," he said, with perfect serenity. "I doubt it will even be close."