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Ophelia is a Fatebinder of Tunon, tasked with delivering Kyros's Edict - 'surrender or die'. This doesn't produce straightforward compliance.
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"Not he himself, no, but what of the entire rest of the North, in the interim?"

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"As I recall, the army of my grandfathers was the last one still resisting for over a year. I suppose it is possible others surrendered and then reneged to fight by our side; accepting their help would be distasteful, but we accept the help of Nerat. Their descendants would certainly not be eligible for the Disfavored, and so I have not met any, should they exist."

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"Hmm.  Certainly something I'd like to think more about.  ...Excuse me, I really should have asked for your perspective on the blue flag situation before now, Barik, as you've been here dealing with it if it's happened; is my explanation in line with your expectations?"

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"I deployed here only span after the Oathbreakers had rebelled, and little diplomacy has been attempted, so I do not know my officer's minds. But I think you are basically correct."

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"Then," she turns back to Eb, "I would be willing to give my word on this."

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She nods. "Then we will accept it." Turning, she says, "Fetch the prisoners.",  and the same guardsman nods.

"Is there anything else you wish to discuss?"

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"I am not having anything come to mind, at the moment, that would be proper to ask under these conditions.  Not as a diplomat, at least.  Certainly there are many things I am curious about as to the magic of Tidecasting, but to ask you to share your secrets would be unspeakably rude of me while we are at war.  As a travel planner I should ask if you'd be willing to Vigor-march; I know not where you're going after this, but I will have to retrace my steps to reach my destination, so I'd rather speed that process along."

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"That wasn't standard curriculum at the School of Tides, so you'd have to handle it yourself. And I'm not sure all the prisoners would tolerate it; they're intact, and severe wounds treated, but they're mostly bruised and bloody."

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"Well, I've treated worse."

You would not think that the stoic, rule-bound Fatebinder has an affinity for the Orphan Midwife's Sigil.  You would be wrong, if you did.  Life magic positively leaps to her call to heal the prisoners, once they are in her presence and she has made clear that if they fuck this up for her they will live to regret it, so they shouldn't try anything stupid just because they'll be healthy.  Trust her, she fixed it and she knows exactly how to break it again if it's necessary.  (Or would they like Verse to handle their... discipline?  She's more than competent.)

 

And then, once Ophelia has had a moment to calm certain feelings that rage inside her every time she casts this Sigil, they will Vigorously march, bearing the blue flag between herself and Eb, to where Tarkis should be.

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The Disfavored tense as they pass the camp. But between the flag, the Fatebinder, and Barik, they don't do more than that.

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"Ah, the Fatebinder's back. And with the Lazy Malkins, minus one boss. I guess you'll want to trade them for the Oathbreaker?"

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"The rest of them were healed, but Ant-Kicker didn't need it. Had plenty of dry blood on him, too."

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"So plus one new boss, too. Anyway, Fatebinder, same question."

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"The plan is to trade them for him, aye."

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"If the Archon complains, I'm blaming you. But okay, he's yours to free." He's been tied to a post, and has a bruise or two that weren't there before, but by Chorus standards they treated him nicely.

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"I'll take my lumps if it comes to that.  Tell him that I'm working my angle and it seems to be working quite well, if it'd help."

She turns to Eb.  "Let's be off; I'm sure we both have places to be that aren't here."

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"We do. We'll have someone back around here for the parley. And... probably birds for deciding the time before that, I suppose. We'll remember what you did, and who did it. However the parley goes."

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She nods.  "I will remember the trust you extended to me, as well."

 

When they're about to pass in range of the Disfavored's camp, she pauses.  "I believe it may be useful to make introductions, now that there is a proof of your willingness and capability to trade prisoners.  I'm sure you know that Ashe cares about his men.  It is, however, your choice to take this risk; I will not force it upon you."

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"If someone else was here, they might accept, but I must decline," she says tightly. Then she lowers her voice, "Four years ago I had a family."

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"...I'm sorry for your loss," she murmurs back.  "The Disfavored's policy of burning everything and letting Kyros sort it out...it revolts me.  It is an atrocity, the worst possible betrayal of the principle I see behind the Peace.  But you can shape iron and rule war, while you cannot do anything but breach a secret should you wish it changed - and who knows where its ripples will go, once it's broken.  And while neither Archon here is quite so like their titled nature as Tunon...I think the analogy holds enough that I'm willing to try and bend Ashe, especially with no War left."

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Her voice returns to a normal volume.  "...Would you be willing to swear that this happened and that it can continue happening, at least?  Really, I should have had this witnessed by the people who traded the prisoner, but unfortunately even my ability to plan for absurd happenstance isn't perfect and I'm still catching up."

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"It was war. From the Gates of Judgment on. But still, it's personal."

 

"Not quite happenstance," she mutters, quiet but definitely intentionally loud enough to be overheard. Then, in a normal voice, "Swear to their sentries, or to my own people? I think... yes to both."

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"I think doing so to both parties would be - wise."

She'll just start getting the vellum and quill out from her pack, shall she.

BE IT KNOWN:

That this document is a stipulation of facts by mutual agreement, by Fatebinder Ophelia Vaudelle presently of Kyros's Empire, and Tidecaster Eb presently of the Vendrien Guard, as further witnessed by Barikonen of the Stone Shields of the forces of Graven Ashe, and Verse of the Scarlet Furies presently of the Voices of Nerat.

That IT IS AGREED:

That on the SECOND DAY of THE MONTH OF BLOOD of the year FOUR-HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE by Kyros's TRUE RECKONING, Tidecaster Eb did approach Fatebinder Ophelia Vaudelle under flag of truce,

That under this truce negotiation was conducted for an exchange of prisoners,

That this negotiation resulted in a successful exchange of prisoners,

That all witnessing parties believe that further successful exchanges, conducted under a blue flag of truce, are possible,

And that each stipulating party believes their respective commands will value the establishment and maintenance of the possibility of prisoner exchanges as an incentive to offer, accept, and honor surrender on the opposite party's command's behalf enough that neither has reason to believe their commands disadvantaged by this trade;

BE IT SO STIPULATED:

By FATEBINDER OPHELIA VAUDELLE,

And TIDECASTER EB,

AND SO WITNESSED:

By VERSE,

And BARIKONEN

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(...And while she's thinking about implications, 'Not quite happenstance', her ass; she rather did figure that this particular coincidence was something like enemy action.  She is getting very tired of having her movements so readily predicted.)

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After Eb signs, she steps back toward Tarkis and her scouting party, who have been waiting near the edge of the trees.

"Thank you, Fatebinder. In accordance to our ancient customs north and south, let us conclude this truce in peaceful accord. May peace find you soon."

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