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Words: Tool of the Ambassador
Wed Jun 7, 2006 15:16
70.104.103.88 (XFF: 192.168.1.3)

"Sedric, stop playing with your hair," Eolyn said irritably. "It's rather unmanly, and it makes you look nervous besides."

Moving very purposefully, Sedric tied the band holding his sandy hair in a ponytail with extremely exaggerated care. "My dear, you know I am never nervous." Eolyn rolled her eyes at him. In all the time that Sedric had known Eolyn, he had seen that particular expression at least five times a day; often, it was more.

"Of course you aren't nervous," came Eolyn's scathing comment, "for that would take some humility, which I know you lack. Now stop being ridiculous; the Soldiers and Dedicated are coming." She moved quickly to the wall near the door, leaning against it and watching the Soldiers and Dedicated as they came in. Sedric frowned slightly, but ignored Eolyn otherwise; she was rather temperamental, and she tended to grow irritable when she was nervous, or when the hour was particularly early. Today, both of those things were true – it was quite early in the morning, and Sedric knew that Eolyn was nervous, even if he himself was not.

Sedric turned and walked to the front of the classroom, halting in front of the desk and surveying the men and women before him. His tall, lanky frame put him at a height where this task could be accomplished without any trouble; he could see everyone in the room. He knew quite a few of them – he had taught many of them on some occasion, and he made a point of remembering faces and names. Not that he was one of those who made a point of always making a "connection" with his students and his subordinates. He just liked to know who people were.

The room was silent now – Sedric would have liked to think that his commanding presence had induced absolute silence, but he preferred not to neglect reality when he was attempting to feed his ego; those of the Black Tower were just well-disciplined. In truth, while Sedric did have a presence, of sorts, it was not necessarily commanding. He had come to the Black Tower at a rather young age, and the slowing had started early in him, meaning that he still looked quite young, even though he was not particularly young anymore. That, combined with his lanky form that was almost gawky but never crossed that thin line, made for an Asha'man who often appeared as if he would have done better to go down the path of gleeman.

He was not at all unsuited to what he did, though. Sedric was very skilled at talking to people, and, when he wished, commanding the attention of a room. And he had this room's full attention now.

"Most of you probably assume that you've been called here due to something quite important," Sedric said. "Since most people consider Seanchan invasions to be of fairly extreme importance, I would say that that particular assumption is, in fact, correct."

There were a few shocked expressions at that news, but overall, calm still reigned. They knew that he was not done with what he had to say.

"Once again, the Ever-Victorious Army is trying to invade Illian. This fleet of Seanchan is coming that was from western Altara, by foot, and they are being led by Captain-General Habinnal Pargarus. The fleet numbers approximately 12,000, and they've brought some of their odd animals, as well as damane, along for the ride. They've also got 9,500 additional troops stationed at Molvaine Gap, presumably to repel any attack from Murandy or Andor. There is also the matter of eight captive Asha'man, who were part of the original mission to relay word to the Tower – these, however, are not our—" he made a sweeping gesture to indicate everyone in the room "—concern. We commend their bravery and hope that someone will be able to free them, but this group will not be the one to do that."

He raised an eyebrow, as if challenging anyone to even think of being disappointed that they were not going to be plunging into the heat of battle to perform some heroic rescue. "Anyone who still entertains thoughts of running into battle hacking and slashing your way through hundreds of foot soldiers and performing crazed but ultimately heroic deeds that will be sung about until the end of time has either chosen the wrong track or is confused about which room he or she should be in. You are Ambassadors – while you must know how to conduct yourselves in battle, it is not the main aspect of your job. You are the brains behind the brawn, so to speak; you are the words behind all the rest. You must know how to convince people to do what you wish, and if you get good enough at it, you'll even be able to make them think that it was all their idea in the first place.

"These are the sorts of skills you'll be implementing as you do what is required of you in this battle. There's good news: you'll get to travel. You'll be going to Andor – Caemlyn, specifically – to see if you can rally aid. Each of you will be assigned to a different High Seat of Caemlyn, and it will be your duty to do whatever possible to convince that High Seat to send military support across Molvaine Gap, to meet those 9,500 Seanchan troops. This is where what you've been learning – all that about reading people, manipulating them, subtly nudging them in the direction you want them to go – will come into play. You need to convince these High Seats to send in military support. It could be key in winning this battle.

"Now follow me to the Traveling Yards. We need to leave as soon as possible."

Sedric glanced over at Eolyn as he walked to the door, raising an eyebrow at her. She did not roll her eyes at him; her worried gaze seemed to be asking, Don't you know how serious this is? Aren't you aware of the danger?

He knew of the danger. But this was how he had always behaved, and it had continued to work for him when he had become an Ambassador; he had no plans on changing it. That was one thing these Soldiers and Dedicated would learn, if they hadn't already – once you found something that worked, there was no reason to go around trying to make changes to it.



OOC: Ambassadors, here's the place for your strings! I think a fair bit of it is explained in the post above, but I'll lay it out here just to be safe ^^; Your job throughout these three days of battle, as stated above, will be to go to Caemlyn and try to convince the various High Seats to send military support across Molvaine Gap. Andor is still having a bit of trouble after all the mercenary armies that were running around prior to Queen Elayne's Succession, so it's unsure as to whether it's going to send support. Each of the Ambassadors will be assigned to a different High Seat, and the Ambassador will follow that High Seat and use any and all possible tactics to try to convince that High Seat that they should send military support across Molvaine Gap. The trick is to do everything in your characters power to convince the members of the House to which you're assigned to agree to send in military support.

You can go solo on this roleplay, or you can roleplay with another Soldier or Dedicated of your Track. You can also roleplay with an Asha'man (if you wish to do this, you will need to contact them). If you'd like me to step in and assist you on your string with a post from Sedric, just add an OOC with the keyword of "assist" in it, and I shall provide you with… well, some assistance.

Remember that imagination is awesome (cue magical imagination rainbow and various multicolored unicorns), so be as creative as you wish. Good luck, have fun, and happy writing!

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