Daybreak:Volume 2 Chapter 13 - Revision history

Aorii at 11:51, 7 July 2021

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	''Just like on Earth,'' Kaede reflected as she thought of how monarchs would use every tool at their disposal to remind the people of their royal legitimacy.		''Just like on Earth,'' Kaede reflected as she thought of how monarchs would use every tool at their disposal to remind the people of their royal legitimacy.

	''I'd love to see what all the countries will put on paper bills once they establish fiat currency.''		''I'd love to see what all the countries will put on paper bills once they establish fiat currency. IF they establish fiat currency.''

			There was no doubt that magic made counterfeiting far more of a threat.


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	"<Ugh, fine...>"		"<Ugh, fine...>"

	Kaede forced herself to walk to the far side of the room where she found a spot near the corner. The wooden bench was surprisingly clean, probably aided by the fact this was a 'female only' bathroom which didn't have to worry about men and their randomly aimed pee. She lifted her skirt and ~~shifted~~ the soft, clingy ~~fabric~~ between her legs ~~to one side as she sat down. It wasn't an ideal solution, but since her undergarments had self-cleaning enchantments, it also wasn't a real concern~~.		Kaede forced herself to walk to the far side of the room where she found a spot near the corner. The wooden bench was surprisingly clean, probably aided by the fact this was a 'female only' bathroom which didn't have to worry about men and their randomly aimed pee. She lifted her skirt and unbuttoned the soft, clingy fabrics between her legs from behind.

	''For once I'm thankful for wearing a skirt.'' She thought as she sat down on the latrine hole, while the fabric of her skirt completely covered her feminine bits. This would not have been an option if she was still wearing pants.		''For once I'm thankful for wearing a skirt.'' She thought as she sat down on the latrine hole, while the fabric of her skirt completely covered her feminine bits. This would not have been an option if she was still wearing pants.
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	With his eulogy finished, the new landgrave's eyes scanned across the audience before falling back upon his father's casket and the black dragon banner that wrapped around it.		With his eulogy finished, the new landgrave's eyes scanned across the audience before falling back upon his father's casket and the black dragon banner that wrapped around it.

	"Hail the Black Dragon!" Pascal shouted as he snapped his boots together, stood perfectly straight, and raised his hand in a military salute.		"Hail the Black Dragon!" Pascal shouted as he snapped his boots together, stood perfectly straight, and raised his hand to his head in a military salute.

	The gesture was followed by dozens, hundreds, everyone gathered not just inside, but also outside the cathedral's gates.		The gesture was followed by dozens, hundreds, everyone gathered not just inside, but also outside the cathedral's gates.

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Aorii at 23:33, 30 January 2016

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	But in the southwest, Edith was forced to retreat again and again as the Cataliyans pushed through one county after another.		But in the southwest, Edith was forced to retreat again and again as the Cataliyans pushed through one county after another.

	It wasn't really her fault. The lady affectionately dubbed ''Estelle the ~~Guiding Star~~'' by the army had done her best. But unlike Cosette, Edith was still young, relatively inexperienced, and responsible for defending a flat, coastal corridor over ninety-kilopaces wide. ~~With~~ little naval support and few natural barriers to take advantage of~~, she was forced to fight an enemy nearly thrice her force in numbers~~.		It wasn't really her fault. The lady affectionately dubbed ''Estelle the Polar Cross'' by the army had done her best. But unlike Cosette, Edith was still young, relatively inexperienced, and responsible for defending a flat, coastal corridor over ninety-kilopaces wide. She had to fight an enemy nearly thrice her force in numbers, while having little naval support and few natural barriers to take advantage of.

	Only a prodigy could win against such odds.		Only a prodigy could win against such odds.
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	"What ''lords''," Lindsay spat out in anger. "Those not hoodwinked by your lies are clearly all traitors like yourself!"		"What ''lords''," Lindsay spat out in anger. "Those not hoodwinked by your lies are clearly all traitors like yourself!"

	"A true patriot does not side blindly with tyrants, Colonel," Gabriel's eyes softened as they shifted onto her. "I have no wish to antagonize the Martel family. I respect your devotion, but it is wasted on such an apostate. Please stand aside. I personally guarantee you and your men an honorable surrender and safe return to your lands."		"A true patriot does not side blindly with tyrants, Colonel," Gabriel's eyes softened as they shifted onto her. "I have no wish to antagonize the Mackay-Martel family. I respect your devotion, but it is wasted on such an apostate. Please stand aside. I personally guarantee you and your men an honorable surrender and safe return to your lands."

	"The Guard dies! It does not surrender! Certainly not to vermin like you!" she declared as her right hand continued to twirl the heavy meteor hammer.		"The Guard dies! It does not surrender! Certainly not to vermin like you!" she declared as her right hand continued to twirl the heavy meteor hammer.

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	Torsten did not like this mission, if he were to be honest. There was no glory in massacring a civilian populace through aerial bombardment. But the Weichsel army gathering there left him no choice.		Torsten did not like this mission, if he were to be honest. There was no glory in massacring a civilian populace through aerial bombardment. But the Weichsel army gathering there left him no choice.

	As the firstborn son of Admiral Asgeirr Vintersvend and the commander of Polarlys' air group, it was his duty to ~~led~~ the assault. Against this duty to his people, his nation, his family and his comrades and his friends, his personal feelings and sense of ethics weighed next to nothing.		As the firstborn son of Admiral Asgeirr Vintersvend and the commander of Polarlys' air group, it was his duty to lead the assault. Against this duty to his people, his nation, his family and his comrades and his friends, his personal feelings and sense of ethics weighed next to nothing.

	He focused on his ''Pathfinder'' guidance spell once more and realized that the distance to Nordkreuz had fallen under a kilopace at last.		He focused on his ''Pathfinder'' guidance spell once more and realized that the distance to Nordkreuz had fallen under a kilopace at last.
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	"DROP! DROP! DROP!" Torsten shouted over both the howling winds and the telepathy channel.		"DROP! DROP! DROP!" Torsten shouted over both the howling winds and the telepathy channel.

	Releasing his reins for a moment, Torsten first touched two runes in the front of his saddle. They disengaged the 'safety' sticking spells that kept the payload containers closed. He then reached behind ~~him~~ and grabbed two small metal loops held up by the back of his saddle. Yanking both forward with all his strength, he pulled out the heavy duty cords attached to each loop. These cords fed through several pulleys, around the drake's sides, and connected to the lids of two long, metal boxes bound to the mount's underside.		Releasing his reins for a moment, Torsten first touched two runes in the front of his saddle. They disengaged the 'safety' sticking spells that kept the payload containers closed. He then reached behind and grabbed two small metal loops held up by the back of his saddle. Yanking both forward with all his strength, he pulled out the heavy duty cords attached to each loop. These cords fed through several pulleys, around the drake's sides, and connected to the lids of two long, metal boxes bound to the mount's underside.

	Tugged back by the cords, the container lids slid open, revealing hundreds of fist-sized stones.		Tugged back by the cords, the container lids slid open, revealing hundreds of fist-sized stones.
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	Now, such logistical work paid its dividends. Tens of thousands of men have been standing outside in the blizzard, some exposed for over an hour already. They might be cold and miserable, but he could at least be confident that none were freezing to death.		Now, such logistical work paid its dividends. Tens of thousands of men have been standing outside in the blizzard, some exposed for over an hour already. They might be cold and miserable, but he could at least be confident that none were freezing to death.

	The moment General Wiktor von Falkenhausen received news that a smaller Skagen force numbering over fifteen hundred pushed ahead of their main army, he had sent orders for every camp in Nordkreuz to rally. Tactically, he couldn't think of any reason to send a small, advanced ground force to a fortified city, which meant ~~that~~ the detachment was most likely the skywhale battlegroup.		The moment General Wiktor von Falkenhausen received news that a smaller Skagen force numbering over fifteen hundred pushed ahead of their main army, he had sent orders for every camp in Nordkreuz to rally. Tactically, he couldn't think of any reason to send a small, advanced ground force to a fortified city, which meant the detachment was most likely the skywhale battlegroup.

	There was only a short window of opportunity to bombard Nordkreuz before the Knights Phantom could return.		There was only a short window of opportunity to bombard Nordkreuz before the Knights Phantom could return.
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	Had anyone been keeping track, it was likely that the defenders of Nordkreuz would score a new record tonight -- the lowest accuracy ever in massed ''Ether Seeker'' use.		Had anyone been keeping track, it was likely that the defenders of Nordkreuz would score a new record tonight -- the lowest accuracy ever in massed ''Ether Seeker'' use.

	As the General and his men continued to launch one salvo after another, many of them ~~fired~~ half-blindly, the first batch of falling runestones finally struck ground.		As the General and his men continued to launch one salvo after another, many of them firing half-blindly, the first batch of falling runestones finally struck ground.

	The very first rock actually hit a tavern just inside the gate. It disintegrated a hole through the roof, fell through, and exploded into fiery pellets that set the entire second floor hallway ablaze.		The very first rock actually hit a tavern just inside the gate. It disintegrated a hole through the roof, fell through, and exploded into fiery pellets that set the entire second floor hallway ablaze.
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	Colonel Lindsay de Martel watched silently from her post as Geoffroi Jean de Gaetane, the Emperor of Rhin-Lotharingie, silently circled the massive map projection table.		Colonel Lindsay de Martel watched silently from her post as Geoffroi Jean de Gaetane, the Emperor of Rhin-Lotharingie, silently circled the massive map projection table.

	The 'War Room' had been cleared of everyone except a squad of Royal Armigers from the Highland Guard, who were all well-practiced in the art of being seen but not heard. Only the Emperor's heavy footsteps resounded across the marble hall, a chamber large enough to fit nearly a hundred and still serve a modest celebration.		The 'War Room' of the Rhin-Lotharingie Royal Palace had been cleared of everyone except a squad of Royal Armigers from the Highland Guard, who were all well-practiced in the art of being seen but not heard. Only the Emperor's heavy footsteps resounded across the marble hall, a chamber large enough to fit nearly a hundred and still serve a modest celebration.

	But no celebratory news had passed through those mahogany doors in years.		But no celebratory news had passed through those mahogany doors in years.
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	The Emperor shouted as he smashed two fully-armored knights into a nearby wall while parrying Gabriel's sloppy thrust with his polearm shaft, all done with a single swing of inhuman strength.		The Emperor shouted as he smashed two fully-armored knights into a nearby wall while parrying Gabriel's sloppy thrust with his polearm shaft, all done with a single swing of inhuman strength.

	"Before the Defender of the Faith and the will of the Holy Father, these templars face no death, only salvation," the Duke ~~grinned~~ as his right hand reached back to pull out a spiked flail from his belt.		"Before the Defender of the Faith and the will of the Holy Father, these templars face no death, only salvation," the Duke stated as his right hand reached back to pull out a spiked flail from his belt.

	"How many times can you keep swinging that thing, Geoffroi? Because it won't be enough."		"How many times can you keep swinging that thing, Geoffroi? Because it won't be enough."