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⌞THE AGOGE⌝ MODS ([personal profile] agogemod) wrote in [community profile] agogelogs2017-10-07 12:21 am

THERE WERE MASTERS AND SERVANTS,

WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Prepare for the historic Battle of Valmy.
WHEN? Mid September 1792, France.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.




IT'LL BE FINE;
between sainte-menehould and valmy,
1792: revolutionary france.




DEPARTING JERUSALEM

The clean up of the battle is slog. A full day of piling together corpses. Noting down famous men and women. In the heat, the bodies bloat and become fetid, and the smell builds until it cannot be ignored. Insects swarm, and vultures blot out the sun, swooping down and taking back what's been left for nature. Stragglers and the poor pick through the field for scattered weapons and valuables to collect. The bodies of important men and women are taken for burial; the rest are left for scavengers, animal or human.

It's in this gruesome scene that the order comes:
PACK UP, GET READY TO MOVE OUT. THE TARGETS HAVE BEEN NEAUTRALIZED. WE MAKE OUR DEPARTURE LOCAL TIME, DAWN.

DEPLOYMENT: VALMY, FRANCE. IT'S GOING TO BE A WET ONE. WE ARE EXPECTING MORE TRANSFERS ON ARRIVAL.
The present COST soldiers that have been in strict cover begin finishing their work, if they've decided to help the army move out, tend to the wounded, or clean up after the dead. There is no sign of the Commander yet, but maybe you recognise some of your fellow operatives. They seem be taking advantage of a particular event that maybe you stopped to see, maybe you didn't.

Saladin beheads Reynald de Chattilion and his words fill the camp as much as the news of their next move.

A king does not kill a king, Saladin says to King Guy, and the orders run like wildfire through the camp: next they take Jerusalem, and it's in this march, that when the rest of the army moves on that COST slips away. A order to fall back in steady increments; when the time comes, Saladin's army is out of sight, marching toward Jerusalem.

In the midst of all of this, COST operatives begin to disappear, here one moment and gone in another. Such a strange sight, more than one native soldier muses, must be the fault of heat exhaustion.

The Time-Step

The transfer begins, and it starts like a vibrating heat on the collar bone, not painful, not to start with. Just a hum of sensation. But the vibration spreads. Veteran COST soldiers often refer to this phenomena as 'the buzz'. The sensation builds, feeling not unlike standing near a great engine, or the wind rattling the branches of a great tree. There is long a moment of motion sickness, and one cannot always be sure if it is you that is shaking from the inside out, or the world that is shaking you from the outside in. It may just be better to close your eyes against the growing nausea as the world blurs out of focus. A star shines in the distance. You may hear the faint rustling of leaves. Some swear they hear voices in this moment, indistinct words echoing off nothingness. Some swear they feel a touch of the divine. One thing is for sure: One moment you are here, and the next, you are not.

The soldier next to you might not have been so clever, when it stops and you find yourself standing in the green fields of France, September 1792. She or he throws up as the vibration fades. Everyone seems to stumble sideways for a second. The world turns, and then rights itself. The heat is gone, replaced with cold and wet.



ARRIVAL FOR TRANSFERS FROM JERUSALEM

It's raining.

You're inside of a tent, (another one), and it already seems to be bustling with movements, they call to you in French, which you understand if you did not already: hurry now, they say, you need out of that cuircass before they're spotted. The rest of the army will be following, and the Prussian army to meet it. There isn't much time to loiter around getting sick in this weather. You have a kit to pick up, and perhaps training to do.

ARRIVAL FOR NEW RECRUITS

The first thing you'll notice is the sound of rain. You awake in a tent that seems to be sheltering against the ruins of a farm house, and everything feels damp. It's a wet September morning in 1792, and when the woman across from you in the tent speaks, you understand it to be French. If you didn't understand French already, you sure do now.

If you ask, she'll explain: you are fighting for France, as the Prussian army intends to invade and sack Paris. You may be a citizen, you may be a soldier; you have risen up in defense of France all the same.

She asks you what role you wish to play in the coming battle, and provides you with clothes and supplies to suit. She won't let you leave until you can pass for a native of France, setting up camp in the rain pouring down between Sainte-Menehould and Valmy.

MISSION OBJECTIVE

The forces of COST have gotten word that Regency operatives have gone to Revolutionary France, intending to turn the tides in one of the most historically important battles in European history. The Battle of Valmy, which decided the entirety of the French Revolution and all that follows it, must be won by the French army, as it was in history.

Unlike the incident in Jerusalem-- you may remember it, you may not-- COST has managed to get here before the day of the battle. Make no mistake; it's coming soon. But this time, you and your fellow travelers have time to prepare.

The French Army has managed to get ahead as well; they've maneuvered around the Prussians, cutting off their supply lines. You and your fellow soldiers are now chasing the invaders as they head for Paris. This is time to prepare and ready your forces. The fight is coming soon.



STAY DRY, STAY SECURE
A few things are strongly remembered about the Battle of Valmy; one of them is the rain. It's really pouring out here, and you're in the thick of it. Rain is a dangerous thing for an army such as this; during this era of warfare, gunpowder was an essential commodity, and wet gunpowder is useless gunpowder. Secure the supplies, rescue supply carriages from muddy sinkholes, steer the horses, check supplies, and try to keep the essential materials for victory dry.
TRAIN UP
General Kellerman and Dumouriez are training peasants in basic military tactics. While veterans make up the core of this army, there are a substantial amount of peasants, and most here have never seen battle in their lives, or ever held a gun. Many are equipped with only rudimentary farming equipment. Help train or be trained so you're ready when the Prussian army arrives.
MEDICAL
Plenty of people need medical attention, not from battle wounds so much as malnutrition and overwork. These are mostly peasant laborers, and they're not entirely fit for battle. Help people get as rested and ready as possible.
ESPIONAGE
We have reason to believe some of the 'peasants' are actually Regency spies. Root them out by seeing keeping an ear to the ground for suspicious activity. They don't know all the words to La Marseillaise? Off with their head! Be careful not to attack time travellers on your side, though!
MORALE
Keep spirits high! Sing, dance, and generally try to keep people from succumbing to fear. Despite the rain and the mud, despite the seemingly impossible odds, the average soldier is full of excitement for battle, ready to fight to the death to defend their freedom.
SUPPLY AND SEEK
Since the French army is behind the invading force, they've cut off the enemy's supply lines. This means that, should the Prussians become encamped here for any amount of time, they won't be able to send for food and munitions from their home country. It's your job to make sure it stays that way. You may see someone riding on a swift horse in a Prussian uniform, attempting to sneak through French lines and try to get word back to mother Prussia. Chase them down, and make sure they can't get their reports back home so a second force isn't sent-- or worse.
BE A COMMUNITY ORGANIZER
This battle is one that's widely known for its popular support-- for the most part, France unites against this invading force with alarming cohesion. Someone gifted with a clever mind, or perhaps a clever tongue, may be able to use that. The French army passes farms and peasant villages along the way-- make rousing speeches, and try to recruit more to the cause, secure donations of food and weaponry, anything you can get.




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[personal profile] acchakat 2017-10-08 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Drogo's own item from home is a weapon as well--his arakh, long and curved, and something he keeps on him at all times.

He likes his tent, although having to share it is mildly grating--tents, at the very least, remind him of home. The weather, too, when the rains come along the great grass sea. He spends time in his tent when he isn't training--mostly because he can remove his shirt, he can feel grounded, and his hair is free and no longer tucked underneath his jacket.

Currently, he sits cross-legged, rebraiding is as best as he can himself. When he glances over, he spots a gleam of metal.

Daggers.

"Mihesof." He points.
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[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-08 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob looks up, blinking and sliding the blades back into his sleeves with barely a movement. He hasn't really gotten to know his tent-mate, but he is curious about him.

"What was that?" he asks, and then glances down to his sleeves where Drogo's pointing.

"The blades?" And he flicks one out of one sleeve again, looking up for confirmation.
acchakat: seethesoldiers @ insanejournal (I ain't fuckin' with you)

[personal profile] acchakat 2017-10-09 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Drogo nods, the movement sharp and sure. He hadn't spoken much at all--he hadn't really been there in general, despite the rain, mostly because he'd been around the training grounds. When he'd been in the tent it would be silence, or sleep.

Now, though, he's found something he has in common with someone else: weapons. Weapons that are not guns.

"Blades," he echoes in the ugly common tongue. They look smart--like they're easy to hide. He cranes his neck to get a better view, and then nods, chin pointing to him.

"Show."
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[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-11 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob nods, and puts them back in his sleeves before taking his jacket off and climbing over to Drogo's side of the tent. With his jacket off, he can see they're lodged in arm bracers. The bracers seem to have more spots for things, but he doesn't have the actual devices (He wants the darts and the grapple hook back so badly.)

He unlaces the bracer on his left hand with quick fingers. "Here," he says, offering him the bracer so he can inspect the mechanism. There is a pressure switch on the inside of the bracer that he can flick his wrist against that activates the blade.
acchakat: seethesoldiers @ insanejournal (I don't I don't I don't give a fuck)

[personal profile] acchakat 2017-10-13 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Strange men, small men, use things like poison and hidden blades because they are not strong, Drogo thinks. Even if the man before him looks just fine, he is a coward, hiding in shadows.

But they need all types. Perhaps this is how war works in his world. Maybe he is not a coward where he comes from. Drogo, eyeing the bracers, can't help but be impressed either way, but he shakes his head, declining to touch it.

"Show."

You do it.
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[personal profile] trainwreckoning 2017-10-23 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Jacob would argue with that if he could hear the man's thoughts. He's also a brawler, and has a lot of pride mixed in with his talent for using his fists.

He raises his brows and ties the bracer back on. As he stands, he flicks the blades out, stabbing the air with one, rolling back to slice the air as he would a second man's throat. He's quick with the blades, practiced as he is. His father taught him well, and it's why he's a master assassin. He can slice one throat and then stab another person in the back a second later, using the two blades easily. He stops after a handful of pretend-kills, flicking them back in his sleeves and looking to Drogo curiously.

"You." He wants to see what the other man can do now.