Alkanphel, for his part, seemed to enjoy his daughter's cooking; her mother's incompetence in the kitchen could not be understated. At first he approached it out of politeness, or as a novelty but over time he came to prefer Naiya’s cooking. She had a style that reminded him of an old prewar restaurant, the Marie de Bôge. Unfortunately, it was run by Morgoth's men and was shut down when rebel forces took control of the district. He never thought to ask or discern their secret, but Naiya seemed to have discovered it somehow.
“Good?” she asked curiously, after sampling some herself and chewing thoughtfully. “There’s enough for everyone if they’re up for it, or leftovers later. I know, everyone tells me I need to put some thought into my own staff here, but it just seems so … “
Naiya shrugged. “I don’t have nearly enough to do yet to keep me busy enough for all that. Not yet, at least. All in good time.”
"Yes. This," inquires Alkanphel as he finishes off a small helping, "did you find a recipe somewhere or did you just sort of figure it out? It reminds me of something I've eaten before. I think it's in the salt but I was never sure."
“No recipe, though I think I’ll write this one down. I based it off some things I toyed with while in Daturias. This time I added in some citrus in with the ah … what was that spice,” she said, thinking for a moment, then brightening when it came to her. “Kresh- that’s it. It’s got a unique flavor to it that seems to blend well with the rest.”
“You say you’ve had it before? Was that back when … well, with all the troubles there, or earlier than that?” she asked curiously, always eager for stories, or anything more about her father and his homeland and background that he could offer.
"Before," Alkanphel creases his brows, and gestures as if brushing something away with the back of his hand. "But it was backed by a loyalist politician. I hadn't been there in a few years already before..." he stops, unsure how to continue for a moment, "the fighting began. I was informed it had been closed when I went back to look for it, the owners gone as well."
Naiya nods quietly, eating for a moment in silence before pressing further. “I’d imagine that was all rather messy. I mean, I’ve read about a good deal of it, but that’s just what’s been written. History, interpretations. It isn’t the same as from those who lived through it, who were there. Not everyone is eager to share, all things considered.”
"Well remember, almost everything I saw was under Morgoth's government. There were rumblings, but the revolution was much further along than anticipated when your mother was captured and I lost my life. As I have seen and heard it, your mother and I forced their hand somewhat, although not intentionally at first."
“She really never has talked too much about a good deal of that,” Naiya admits thoughtfully, watching her father. “She was willing to tell me about you, about the good things, but when it came to the other, she refused to say anything. Other than to tell me you were very brave - and very foolish, of course.”
“I think whatever happened there is the one thing she truly fears, other than losing those she loves. Not that she would ever admit to any of it. And since the emperor and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms, that leaves you to tell me what all happened in all of that. What really went on behind the scenes?”
Her look was penetrating as she watched Alkanphel. It was clear this was a point she was going to press, and had gently danced around previously. She had long since accepted that he had not always been who he was today. That didn’t matter to her any more. Her mother wasn’t exactly a saint, and never had been. And what she had seen in her visions had been limited, and confused, with brief glimpses of understanding directly related to the questions she had in her mind at the time. It simply wasn’t enough.
Alkanphel shrugs. "Well, what did you want to know?" he asks simply, unsure how to answer the question at first. "How did they tell the story here in the Dominion?”
"History shows it as a valiant fight against Morgoth and his ‘inhuman hordes’ by the Ardans, lead by yourself initially, and by Konrad and his regime to its finish. Now I've studied and read Ardan versions, and talked a good deal with Edward, and I know there's a good deal more to it than that," she began thoughtfully, savoring a bite of her meal during pauses.
"I know you and ... well, the emperor both worked together to get her back, but there aren't a lot of details that way. She won't allow it, she won't talk about it. I ... saw things, through the stone, but it was more touching on moments to clarify what I was asking. Glimpses, impressions."
"I never 'led' the rebellion," Alkanphel corrects his daughter quickly. "I had an idea that it existed, but I wasn't 'in the know' for obvious reasons. The rebel leaders had assumed that I would be a part of the government they were fighting. Everything that I did in the days leading up to your mother's capture was done on my own: the rebels had no knowledge or control over my actions."
The Maia lets silence linger a moment as he helps himself to another serving. "I'm still not completely sure why Devon came along--" he shrugs abruptly, "or rather I can easily see why he would have wanted to, but I'm not sure I remember why I let him."
Naiya nods as she listens, taking a bite now and then and chewing thoughtfully. If she knew anything, the ‘why he’d allowed’ was simple enough. Devon wouldn’t have taken no for an answer, and her father wouldn’t have wasted time in arguing. At least that seemed to fit what she knew of them both.
“As I said, ‘history’. We all know it’s written by those who’ve either won, or have an angle on how it’s viewed. I think mother has developed a somewhat skewed perception of it all, but for one, there’s really no one but … well, him to correct her, and I think she’s probably more than earned a right to her own views if that comforts her a bit.”
“Nadia and Konrad have shared some insight there - you really had them scrambling, you know,” she continued, smiling over at him. “As for why …”
The young woman shrugs gently, toying with the food in her bowl momentarily. “It was the right thing to do, whether you needed it, wanted it, or not. I don’t think she would have made it out as well as she did if he hadn’t been there after. Not that you have to like it. I’m just … just glad you’re here, now. And I’m glad you came with me, for however long you stay.”
Naiya looks over at her father, and simply smiles at that last. It was something she never thought she’d have, and she intended to make the most of it.
“The politics of things were complex from what I’ve read, but I’m sure there was much more to it than what’s been written. I guess in some ways, I’m hoping to have a better grasp, considering our renewed ties, and avoid the less obvious pitfalls,” she continues, getting back on track. You knew them, those involved, the various warlords and marshals. There’s things you must have seen and been privy to that aren’t in the books - and that they aren’t willing to share.”
He regards her thoughtfully for several long moments before coming to a decision. “Perhaps there are some things that might be useful to know. Or at least, that could offer a different perspective. I’ve managed to preserve some documents from Morgoth’s government that might be of interest to you...”
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In the skies above Shinaan, a rumble echoes.
Osman grunts as he hears it. The sky was crisp and clear, despite the month: it had been an unusually dry autumn for the region. The booming comes again; among the first shots in what had the potential to become an all-out war. Osman was too professional to allow panic to get the better of him, nevertheless it was now imperative to emphasize urgency in his reports to the King. Daud Nistaani could be a hard man to work for, and he enjoyed a close relationship with the royal couple that most of his subordinates were not eager to test.
A slight man in his late middle years, most took Osman at first glance for a grocer or a clerk. With his slender frame, unassuming height, and remarkably bland features for a people who delighted in elaborate hairstyles and earrings. He had the look of a low-born but modestly successful city merchant. In truth, in his early years, Osman had been a soldier, and still was, from a certain point of view. Especially in light of current circumstances.
Smoke drifted across the skyline of Shinan city. Osman pursed his lips and stared out onto the chaos below. The riots had begun the day after the shooting, when rumors began to circulate swift and harsh reprisals were about to descend through the length and breadth of Xingu in retaliation for the attempt on the two heirs. It was a reasonable fear; the Ardan Imperial families had scoured more for much less.
“Alright,” he mutters to himself as he swings his chair away from the window. “Time to get to work.”
17 OCT 1052
Shinaan Field Report
For the Eyes of His Great and Excellent Majesty, King Daud of the House Nistaani, Sword of the South, Lord of Far Harad
Private media reporting on rioting and insurgencies seems mostly accurate. Order broke down in this particular neighborhood on 15 OCT after a crowd gathered outside the garrison barracks, where they remain.
Unconfirmed reports claim that entire Guardis platoons have been driven out of the Amaki and Shintaio suburbs. Rumors of Southron Guard deployment seemed to precede any official announcement, but they lack specifics and are likely just astute or paranoid predictions.
Work stoppages throughout Xingu are most severe in low-income service professions. Retail and foodservice sectors seem hardest-hit. Factory workers, miners, and most middle-class tradespeople are still being productive for now. In general, skilled laborers are still working and unskilled laborers are not. Stoppages in recent days have begun to spread into landscaping and agricultural labor sectors, and signs point to things getting worse before they get better.
Republican elements seem surprisingly organized, and already have access to viable military hardware. Suspicions abound that some of the weapons are from foreign suppliers; it is these I intend to pursue most vigorously for now unless you have other instructions. The rapid advancement of events following the shooting strongly hints at a larger, planned operation, which is puzzling in light of the separatists claiming responsibility for the attack.
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The capital was a veritable circus of activity, both military and civil, in the days following what the media had dubbed the 'Battle of Bastilon Ridge.'1 The young Dominion heiress had been spirited away back to Devras, and attention was now focused firmly on the Serechav and how it would react to the developing situation in Xingu. Konrad, for his part, was a veteran wartime leader and no stranger to crisis. Within days he had ordered the military court to mobilize Southron Guard reservists, presumably with the intent of full-scale military occupation of cities like Poyeki and Shinaan. The Angsiyan had already drawn up plans for a general invasion, an undertaking he seemed almost to enjoy.
His wife, on the other hand, did not care for the existential rigors of armed conflict. While Konrad pursued military science and strategy almost as a hobby, Nadia generally regarded it as the result of a political failure; an undertaking only fit for consideration if no other possibilities were present. Unfortunately, the attack had frustrated her ambitions to maintain the status quo in Xingu, which saw the district governed directly by the royal household. This meant more direct royal control over the Xinguese provinces, which the Roark Empress exercised regularly. Ironically, the Angsiyii was not popular in Xingu.2
"This could actually be a blessing in disguise for Bluedot,"3 opines Samuel Perctarit. "For now, at least."
"I was just thinking that last night," Nadia asserts. "I'm worried that Konrad's occupation may raise the stakes too high, but this level of superficial rioting should have a positive effect on our bottom line. But it won't last for long. Eventually the Xinguese will identify Bluedot as an engine of royal finance and the market will turn against us--meanwhile we'll have lost out plenty on developments that should be ours, both those in contract right now and those that we could-slash-should be bidding on."
"Yeah, I don't like the long-term picture. But it's probably a necessary hardship," Sam offers gloomily. "This has been a long time coming."
"I know," Nadia sighs. "But I don't dislike it any less on account. I wish Konrad would have been more decisive about this. I don't think I have any problems with the concept of Xingu as a Kingdom proper, but the way we've set everything up out there would make it a nightmare. The civil apparatus is nowhere near ready. Their courts are still dominated by western judges--Xingu has displayed perilously little interest in the study of Ardan law."
Sam chuckles to himself softly, earning a displeased glance from Nadia in the process. He knew the Angsiyii very well. The two went back a long time; Morgoth had allowed the Perctarit family to flourish but they quietly turned on him a generation or so before the revolution, then coming to aid Arda's Kaisserin houses in their then-clandestine bid to regain control of the continent. Sam had served as a contact point between the Althalons and the revolutionaries, often relaying messages or instructions to and from the Roark stronghold in Nova Rhûn. Known for their focus and drive, Sam knew no Roark would be too shaken by even these events.
Nadia takes one more look at the document in front of her before discarding it. Dutifully, Sam hands her a datapad across the desk on which the blonde empress almost immediately begins to type. “Anyway, tell Bradley to start making things ready for the principessa’s return. I will be contacting Devras later today to lay the groundwork.”
“What if her mother won’t let her leave?” Sam retorts with the obvious question.
“We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it,” replies the Angsiyii, “but all things considered I don’t think we will. A few minor hiccups aside I think Naiya has embraced her Ardan heritage. In such a situation I imagine Arkanfel will end up being our ace in the hole.”
“You saying he’d spring her if he had to?”
Nadia keeps typing, allowing the question to remain unanswered. “I’m writing up a rough itinerary. You and Bradley can work on the details but I want her here by the twenty-first. She doesn’t have to stay long--just a few days. She will win the White Star for her actions during her prior tour, but I want to keep the ceremony itself low-key. We’ll release details to the press after she’s gone.”
“And the Stone?”
“She’s as close to ready as she’ll get by herself. A couple days of prep should be all she needs from here. Konrad or I will stay with her as long as we can once she actually begins the vision. I believe she intends to become Maia, so I can’t say how much good that will do.”
To: Naiya D’Aquisto
cc: Nathicana D’Aquisto
From: Nadia Roark
Re: An Honor and a Privilege
It is our distinct honor to award you the Order of the White Star for your heroics on the night of 07 OCT. We ask that you return to Arda to receive the award among a small group of family and friends in the capital.
Also during this time it is our intention to grant your request for a session with the Master Palantir. Arkanfel has given Konrad and I the impression that there is a portion of this vision that must remain closed to us, hence our trepidation. However, we feel that you have proven yourself and the time is now right for this process to begin. Regrettably I cannot guide you in this matter, but I have no doubt that your father can and will. I wish you the best in all things and hope to see you soon.
Respectfully yours,
[signed]
Nadia Roark
Also sent quietly (or as ‘quietly’ as one can over broadband) a few hours later was a missive to the other nations who had been attacked.
Broadband Diplomatic Communique
From: The Serechav, Daturias, Arda
Re: Recent attacks
Now that investigations are beginning to take shape and gather meaningful intelligence, it is Arda’s wish to host a conference in Arnesk whereby we might pool our intelligence and discuss strategy against possible follow-up attacks. We would like to set a tentative date of 02 NOV, if only to give us all another couple weeks to sift through data and compile our reports.
Please advise as to your situation and we will make all necessary accommodations.
1 - Nascent Ardan nomenclature for the conflict witnessed in this post
2 - This is 'ironic' because the titles Angsiyan and Angsiyii are technically the Xinguese titles for Emperor and Empress. The title was adopted by western royalty (the Kaisserin houses of Dunland) during Arda's first unification to symbolize their control of the continent. It eventually became almost synonymous with a unified Arda, even in modern times Konrad refused to use the title until Dunland had been fully re-conquered in 1041 even though he had achieved military and political control of Xingu as soon as 1034.
3 - Bluedot is a Roark-owned construction firm/hardware outlet, largest in Nova Rhun and Xingu.