Artemesia

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A gentleman at the bar, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol he's been consuming, turns to his drinking/gambling partner at the table,

"So, my dear Captain Lot," he slurs, "we well know that the worth of a ship's crew is measured not only by it's sailing ability, but also by it valor in battle. Tell me, has this crew of yours ever sacked any towns or ports?"

"Only one," replies Lot, "you may have heard of it, I believe it's name was Artemisia"

"The kingdom?!" exclaims the gentleman.

"Yup."



The real story, Captain Lot Recounts the tale-
Setting: Estrella War battle field, just before the V.I.P. escort scenario.

Caid has a squad at war labeled, the "Rogue Squad". It's generally made up of 5-6 people who are fast, chaotic fighters who are known for doing what they want and are folks that we generally can't get to fight in a line or other unit anyhow, so we let them scatter, run around, and generally cause chaos in the opposing lines. The leader of the Rogue Squad at the time, Dona Battista, comes over to me just before the battle. We're allied with Atenveldt this year, so last year Artemisia (the smallest of the four treatied Kingdoms) was our ally. They had made some critical mistakes the year before which lost us the war and pissed some folks on our side off. Lucky thing about Estrella, sides change, it's payback time. So, Battista looks at me, standing in the middle of my small White Star skirmish squad and says, "You guys are coming with us, we're going to take out Artemisia."
"The entire Kingdom?" I ask, refering to their force on the battlefield.
"Yes"
"How many of them are there?"
"About twenty," she says
"How many Rogues do you have?" I ask, knowing that I can only count on about half of them, if I'm lucky, to actually engage them enemy with us. (remember, they're chaos makers and hit and run experts)
"Five"
"We've got four in the White Star, so that's nine."
Battista looks at me, "Is that a problem?"
I look at the gleam in my fighter's eyes, "Nope. Just wondering if we really need that many."

Battle Time:
The Artemisian line, recognizable in thier matching black velvet tabards, comes out at lay on, streaming a diagonal path across the front of the battle field heading to our left side. White Star runs a blocking route and lays in wait on our left flank. As Artemisia comes running by, they brush across the front corners of our advancing lines and a few get pulled off of the group to engage. Another couple get picked off by the one rogue who actually came out with us and engaged these guys. The four of us line up to absorb the charge. They engage us from the front...and stop. bad move. We start throwing blows, the first ranks fall, the second rank wakes up and surge forward. We've lost one, Marcos, who took the brunt of the charge. Magdalene, Quintin and I stand shoulder to shoulder fighting a slow retreat. Battista, behind us, is yelling at a reserve unit of mostly newbies to move up. They respond and advance towards the enemies lines. Just enough to distract the Artemisians...bad move. We shift to the offensive. Blow, blows, blows, the line of black tabards falls away before us, pretty soon nothing is left but the three of us and the backs of the other enemies. By this time their VIP had been captured on another part of the battlefield and ours was near the destination point. We split and scrambled to help dispatch of the rest of the opposing forces this side of the fight and then wandered out to sit down on haybales in the middle of the field while the rest of the battle finished up.

Ah, it was a good day ;)