Post by Troubletcat on May 2, 2020 19:18:58 GMT 10
For a few weeks, the blue, silver, and black uniforms of the King's Forces were a common sight in Threshold. Then-Military Attaché to the town, Sergeant Alaric Haskell-Osowiec, had requested an increased deployment of troops to support him, and he had got them. Once the keep at King's Road was rebuilt, however, many of these soldiers were transferred out of town, out of the Threshold Task Force, and into the King's Road Keep Garrison. A handful of troops remain stationed in the town itself, sharing the barracks with the local militia. The Attaché has vanished. The remaining soldiers - a handful of privates and corporals, seemingly under the de facto command of a sole remaining Arcanist - tell anyone who asks that he was recalled to Mirros at short notice, but rumors swirl that he never arrived in the capital.
Anyone even remotely familiar with military matters would recognise the strangeness of the situation. An NCO, apparently without formal sanction, leading a local task force consisting of just a handful of stragglers. Were they supposed to be transferred away as well, but the orders got lost in transit? Is a Lieutenant from Mirros coming to take over the command? Will Arcanist Kalisa Inciya be given her commission, put in charge more formally? Nobody has the answers. The Arcanist herself is adamant that the Threshold Task Force's objectives, outlined to her when she received the posting, remain incomplete, that there is still much to be done, and that she has no intention of leaving unless explicitly ordered to do so. None of the other soldiers left in town seem quite sure what the task force's objectives actually are, and shift uncomfortably when asked. "We're here to help," "We're here to keep everyone safe," - vague answers that are unlikely to satisfy.
Kalisa herself has already been changed by her relatively short time in Threshold. Gone is the detached, professional, and reserved affect that she had arrived with. She speaks candidly with the community about the situation, her frustrations made clear. Although some things remain a secret. What was in the letter she received that described the tasking?
Those who get a peek through the door to her chamber in the barracks will see that the small room is stacked high with messy piles of books and loose parchment. The Arcanist spends a great deal of time within, the flickering of candle-light frequently visible through the crack beneath the door until late at night.
Occasionally, in the hours just before dawn, quiet sobbing can be heard.
Anyone even remotely familiar with military matters would recognise the strangeness of the situation. An NCO, apparently without formal sanction, leading a local task force consisting of just a handful of stragglers. Were they supposed to be transferred away as well, but the orders got lost in transit? Is a Lieutenant from Mirros coming to take over the command? Will Arcanist Kalisa Inciya be given her commission, put in charge more formally? Nobody has the answers. The Arcanist herself is adamant that the Threshold Task Force's objectives, outlined to her when she received the posting, remain incomplete, that there is still much to be done, and that she has no intention of leaving unless explicitly ordered to do so. None of the other soldiers left in town seem quite sure what the task force's objectives actually are, and shift uncomfortably when asked. "We're here to help," "We're here to keep everyone safe," - vague answers that are unlikely to satisfy.
Kalisa herself has already been changed by her relatively short time in Threshold. Gone is the detached, professional, and reserved affect that she had arrived with. She speaks candidly with the community about the situation, her frustrations made clear. Although some things remain a secret. What was in the letter she received that described the tasking?
Those who get a peek through the door to her chamber in the barracks will see that the small room is stacked high with messy piles of books and loose parchment. The Arcanist spends a great deal of time within, the flickering of candle-light frequently visible through the crack beneath the door until late at night.
Occasionally, in the hours just before dawn, quiet sobbing can be heard.