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[Aug. 15, 2006][original] His Favorite Opponents
Title: His Favorite Opponents
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2206 "You recognize the fragrance of one you desire and a less obvious sadness."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Jiiru Pohscratt
Rating: PG
Jiiru Pohscratt loved the feeling a coming battle gave him. He could smell his soldiers cooking (and burning) the beef and corn he had demanded from the locals of the area to feed his troops. It took a lot of time and effort to support an army, but it was something Jiiru felt he was moderately skilled at. He commanded a decent amount of loyalty. More, at least, than his equals, the Generals Kansa and Miomar.
His scouts had spotted the Messinan army encamped over a ridge. Jiiru was not interested in engaging them quite yet. The pricky-natured, Messinan religious zealots under General de Portola were not really that entertaining to engage. The opponents he adored were the Holy Knights. And if the Messinans advanced, their elite trio was not far behind.
The Ligaian general poured himself another glass of red wine and sipped it thoughtfully. Where was the best place to look for those crusaders? To puzzle out that conundrum, he would need to decide what their likely goal was. Were they merely fighting with the main army or were they here on a special mission?
...How silly. He nearly laughed at himself. They were always on a special mission. That was part of their job description.
Now what was it they wanted...? Where would be the right place to corner them? They were on his territory, he had the upper hand, everything would be perfect. All three would die.
Actually, Jiiru thought, he would be a little sad when they were gone. There would be no replacing his favorite opponents.
Day/Theme: Aug. 15, 2206 "You recognize the fragrance of one you desire and a less obvious sadness."
Series: original
Character/Pairing: Jiiru Pohscratt
Rating: PG
Jiiru Pohscratt loved the feeling a coming battle gave him. He could smell his soldiers cooking (and burning) the beef and corn he had demanded from the locals of the area to feed his troops. It took a lot of time and effort to support an army, but it was something Jiiru felt he was moderately skilled at. He commanded a decent amount of loyalty. More, at least, than his equals, the Generals Kansa and Miomar.
His scouts had spotted the Messinan army encamped over a ridge. Jiiru was not interested in engaging them quite yet. The pricky-natured, Messinan religious zealots under General de Portola were not really that entertaining to engage. The opponents he adored were the Holy Knights. And if the Messinans advanced, their elite trio was not far behind.
The Ligaian general poured himself another glass of red wine and sipped it thoughtfully. Where was the best place to look for those crusaders? To puzzle out that conundrum, he would need to decide what their likely goal was. Were they merely fighting with the main army or were they here on a special mission?
...How silly. He nearly laughed at himself. They were always on a special mission. That was part of their job description.
Now what was it they wanted...? Where would be the right place to corner them? They were on his territory, he had the upper hand, everything would be perfect. All three would die.
Actually, Jiiru thought, he would be a little sad when they were gone. There would be no replacing his favorite opponents.