[CLOSED] nevarra gonna give you up

[katabasis]

WHO: Division Heads
WHAT: Deciding which Nevarran relative to visit for Thanksgiving.
WHEN: Nowish, whatever that means.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Prose, but with the spirit of action spam. Tag order is flexible. Don't overthink it etc.

A chiliagenarian elf, an ex-qunari, two spies, and a pirate walk into a war room.

--Is, some might say tragically so, not the set up to a joke. However, if there is any principle which Riftwatch holds dear, then surely it must be the sentiment 'Work with what you're given' and here the five Division Heads can be found studded about the heavy old war table and emboding that very ideal as Riftwatch turns its attention toward the civil war breaking even now across Nevarra.

(So, yes. There is probably going to be some spirited debate.)

"We'll need to move quickly to see that whichever Nevarran noble houses remain undecided consolidate behind the Van Markhams," says Flint in the tones of a foregone conclusion nearly the moment they're all present and accounted for.

Comments

[katabasis]

Now hold on.

"You can't seriously be entertaining the idea of supporting Pentaghast. In what possible way could we even begin to defend her actions now?"

[bouchonne]

Byerly blinks innocently at Flint.

"What actions?" he asks, simpering like the sweetest of ingenues. "Oh, the ones attested to in those forged letters? Dreadful thing, the frame job they tried to do on her. Good thing we have these three ne'er-do-wells who tried to stir up all this trouble right here."

With his hands, he traces the outlines of three invisible villains.

[rowancrowned]

“I believe,” he says, “the usual offer for something of this magnitude-“ especially something of the nature that Byerly is offering, “is a guest, to strengthen the alliance. Perhaps a sister, or nephew?”

[saam]

"You still wanna try for peace?" If she sounds impressed, it's because she is. If this can end with as little bloodshed as possible-- sure, yes, it's worth the risk, in situtions like these, to send sten out to their deaths, but if they don't have to. "You still think it's possible?"

[bouchonne]

He frowns thoughtfully. Interesting prospect. Yet - Not necessarily one that leaves him completely easy.

"A hostage is effective if seems that those holding the hostage...would do something." A little reluctantly, he admits - "We do not precisely have the most hardened reputation here at Riftwatch."

[katabasis]

"Bullshit it's possible." Flint isn't impressed, and no one is surprised. "And thinking we can affect it by Aurelia when the Van Markhams are the ones who have refused it is absurd. And how long does this leverage win Pentaghast's loyalty? For the time it takes for her to conveniently take the throne, align herself with the Venatori already in the Grand Necropolis, and then to finish the invasion of Orlais?"

[saam]

Flint may recognize the look in Eshal's eye from when she threw a chair out a window. "No one asked you."

She turns back to Thranduil and Byerly. "If marriage is off the table, couldn't we give both sides a hostage of equal... importance? Keeps them both acting pretty."

[rowancrowned]

“We can still execute the little traitor— or, blame him for the letters, and have Lady Pentaghast do it herself.”

He’s inspired.

“That would sever her bonds with the Venatori readily, no? Or make her enough enemies among them.”

To Eshal, “I fear they might act in haste if each held the other’s hostage, and the Van Markhams may not agree. We have nothing to use to make them do so.”

[bouchonne]

Ah.

"That," Byerly says, and wonders why he's sticking out his neck, "perhaps would not be entirely honorable. To use young Master Artemaeus so." And that matters why, Byerly? "We should not wish to be transparently dishonorable in Lady Pentaghast's sight - sometimes, warriors such as she are squeamish about that sort of thing." Good enough.

[saam]

Once, a commander told her that honor was something the bas obsessed over because they had none. She's not sure what that thought sticks out now, except... Byerly's been good, lately. That's something to think on.

But as for the fucking present: "I still say we can get more use out of him alive than dead, at this point. If we'd killed him on-sight, that'd be another thing, but it's too late now. Spinning 'we kept him, then conveniently offed him when we were coincidentally brokering a treaty for something unrelated' isn't impossible for Diplomacy, but it'd take almost all our resources and damage Riftwatch's reputation either way."

A moment.

"So we've decided on Pentaghast, then. It's just a matter of how."

[katabasis]

The heavy THUMP of his fist striking the table is loud in the room. Flint rises suddenly, all that sharpening edge coming abruptly to bear like a drawn knife.

"Fuck Pentaghast and fuck Van Markham. What none of you seem ready to discuss is how you persuade anyone outside this room that this isn't madness. Aurelia isn't who you have to convince; it's the other Nevarran noble houses who are choosing sides. It's Orlais, already losing ground to this war. It is Rifwatch, which is practically half Orlesian and the rest rebel mages and radicals and all of them defined by their personal agendas."

Including those around this table, confessed Ferelden spies and all.

"How are you going to convince any of them that we should be pointing in the same direction - against Corypheus - if you're prepared to support a woman who has been so defined by the conflict of her interests with ours? It doesn't matter what Nevarra can be made to believe; there are people here in the Gallows who know the truth in those papers who won't forget it. Who will see this as proof for why they can't afford to fight for any cause that isn't their own because they cannot afford to trust any part of theirs to us."

[saam]

Calm, icily so. "That is the job of diplomacy," she says. "Don't ignore our existence because we're inconvenient for you."

[bouchonne]

Byerly, for once, says nothing - merely signals his approval and support of this sentiment by blowing a kiss in Flint's direction.

[rowancrowned]

"So we crown the child-king," Thranduil says, "or try to, after the civil war, and ensure his regent is a good man. And then? Child rulers rarely do well even in peacetime, without the threat of war."

[saam]

Eshal nods. It's news to her-- what would she know of child-rulers? The Qun is... not here right now. Stay in the presence.

"You have seniority," she says, addressing Thranduil directly, "and my respect. But I would... it's not helpful to continue to entertain his ideas. He just wants us squabbling."

A flashed look at Flint. Prove her wrong.

"Like I said, we agreed on Pentaghast. Now it's a matter of how. From what's been said, I no longer think a peace treaty can be... done."

[bouchonne]

Perhaps surprisingly, Byerly shakes his head -

"I don't want to sound contrary, but - I think we must continue to entertain the Captain's ideas." A small half-shrug, and a bow to Flint. "He is the head of Forces, and we cannot embark upon this campaign without our forces backing us. We must be united."

[saam]

You, she'll listen to. What a smack in the head this turned out to be. "Then I'll entertain what you," she nods toward Byerly, Thranduil, Yseult, "think is worthwhile past his bluster. If," and a look toward Flint, "he's willing to compromise. Otherwise, all he's going to do is shake his fists and polarize until we can't get anything fucking done."

[katabasis]

His attention on her from across the table is cutting and dark and very fixed, hardly batting an eye toward the rest of the room.

"If you can't convince me, when you know what I did and want, then you won't have any chance of persuading the rest of the people outside this room who you know nothing about."

It isn't much - this feels like the absolute narrowest of finger holds. But it's enough to get him to sit back down. Flint sinks quite low in his chair.

"You may as well get your practice in," he growls, then sets his knuckles hard against his mouth and lapses into silence.

[hassaran]

"Most people care far less than you seem to about who sits on the throne in Nevarra." Yseult has been listening quietly, but speaks up now, momentarily acknowledging Flint's continued existence and participation in this meeting in order to disagree with him. "Stop pretending you speak for anyone but yourself and Silver."

"What we need," and she looks back at the others now, each in turn encompassed, "Is an actual plan. It hardly matters which side we'd prefer to support when we don't have any real means to do so. The letters were our only bargaining chip with either side. Offering to create evidence that they were forged isn't impossible, but it is complicated and it's not as though we are a trusted voice in Nevarra."

[saam]

Eshal is happy to turn back to Yseult, if only to keep herself from saying something regrettably vile to him. Not regrettable because it was said to him. Regrettable because it would be a loss of control in front of the remaining colleagues she respects.

"It's war," Eshal agrees. "People are afraid and want stability. Some may have deeply-held political opinions, but generally the promise of safety wins out. That is a fact." Unspoken: The Qun, the Qun, the Qun, I know because of the Qun. She opts not to bring it up, if only because it seems like an answer better left in reserve if anyone questions her.

She's not looking at Flint anymore.

"So our plan must offer safety and stability. Even if it leads to war, the after war promise must be safety and stability, and that you will know what you are doing tomorrow and it won't be war. Starting from there, the Pentaghasts have had Nevarra safe and stable for how long? I can't count that high." She can, but that's not the point. "Now- how do we manage the rest?"

[hassaran]

"Yes," comes with a nod to Eshal, agreement in the space between that is a fact and our plan.

The rest gives her greater pause. "But we can't just concede that there will be a war and focus on the after. If they're warring against each other, they can't fight Corypheus. Tevinter may be content to focus on dismantling Orlais for now but they will look east at some point. Cumberland is nearly as rich a prize as Val Royeaux. And in the meantime, we need their support."

[rowancrowned]

"If we were to," he starts, then takes a moment to iron out the finer details, translate his own speech to Trade. "If we were to prevent the Van Markhams from raising an army at all, deprive them of their generals from the start, then there would be no battles of the sort that would kill the soldiers who will be needed to fight the larger war. That is only what, a handful of their supporting lords and ladies?"

[bouchonne]

Byerly rubs his chin. "Presumably, even Nevarrans won't pursue death with no hope of reward," he says. "So we would not, I fancy, need to sway all those lords and ladies - just sway enough that our pretty young lad and his puppetmasters see that there's no winning this war." A little wave of his fingers at Yseult - "Or spread enough misinformation that the pretty young lad and his puppetmasters think they have less support than they do."