Posted 21 September 2014 - 06:12 PM
That's a lynch.
Zimella's occupants didn't have very long to enjoy their new acquisition. The Pape of the Church of Holy Prosperity seized the opportunity to throw his weight around, and forged a coalition of the willing. The Papal Guard marched north, the Mercatore sent a thousand of their heavy infantry, The Doge of D'Arsenale sent a hundred galleys and three gealleases, and many minor nobles committed troops.
When they arrived at Zimella, they were greeted not by grey clad troops, but by rank upon rank of Des Fleurs pikemen in their characteristic red-rose-white liveries, with troops of armoured knights on the flank.
A parley was called, and the Dux d'Assonnce met with the representatives of the loose alliance. Five hours were spent in conversation, while the armies waited. Then, the Doge's galleys arrived and smashed into the harbor, unloading marines. The Dux tried to reach his army, but was pulled of his horse and murdered in full sight of his troops.
Whoever was the second in command was worth the rank. The army rallied, the cavalry formed a spear point, the pike knit together into a massive square around the command staff, and the cannon were spiked or overloaded. They then fought their way back north. The combined armies didn't pursue, but happily claimed their victory, fully aware that the death of the Dux under a white flag meant the Roi des Fleurs would have to return in vengeance.
Dejim Nebrahl is dead. He was Francis, Maréchal du Pays des Fleurs, Dux d'Assonce, a proud Seigneur of Le Pays Des Fleurs.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.