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Haradi / starlight
« on: Jun 22, 2018, 10:30 PM »
It was difficult to argue with him. Maybe he should just, not. That would most likely be better for his blood pressure, being realistic. Once Sahura got something in his head, he never really did let it go, unless someone managed to prove to him just how unintelligent something happened to be. Sahura usually didn't come up with anything truly stupid, at least. Everyone could thank the stars for that.

"Not much," Sidonai admitted. And some part of him was ashamed of that; Haradi depended on him, and suddenly finding himself unable to handle running the city was pretty shameful, in his eyes. The only defence he had, was that it wasn't terribly sudden. Being honest, that wasn't a terribly good excuse. Yes, Tihaan was gone, and yes, that was upsetting, but he had others that depended on him.

On the other hand, not being so upset, that might be more shameful. It wasn't like there was a precedent for this.

"I guess it can't hurt," he finally conceded. "Give me a day or so. I have to at least get you up to speed on diplomatic matters, albeit I suppose my advisors could do such. Still, I'd rather not leave you flailing." Sahura seemed to do well flailing, so there was that.

Haradi / starlight
« on: Jun 14, 2018, 07:08 PM »
Yes, he knew Sahura didn't mind helping, but that wasn't entirely the point. Mostly, he guessed; if Sahura didn't mind, then he supposed there was no sense in worrying over it too much, but House Assad was a proud one, and Sidonai was not much different. He could, when he tried, manage by himself, and while he realised, there were times and situations in which he needed help, and had no choice but to ask for it, Sidonai tried not to get to that point. House Assad should be capable of taking care of its own problems. Why he suddenly seemed incapable, he'd never know. He really was losing his touch, in his age.

Wait, what?

For a moment, Sidonai stared, wondering when Sahura had - but, of course. This was Sahura. Unlike Sidonai, Sahura had plenty of people he trusted that he could leave Saqqara to; a vast majority of those below him in authority actually really weren't, because that was the manner in which Sahura had built the first Free City. Haradi did and did not live up to Saqqara's legacy, but he thought it got close enough. And then this happened, and Haradi needed something more sure than 'I am seriously stuck here because no one else can run Haradi without me.' Another failing, on his part.

"You've lost your mind, as usual," Sidonai replied, eventually. "I suppose it's nice to know some things don't change. ... are you sure, though? Haradi's still got many problems, and I wouldn't want to simply dump them on you." That was not, of course, very nice. Even if Sahura did not mind, some part of Sidonai did.

Haradi / starlight
« on: Jun 11, 2018, 05:34 PM »
Sidonai released a tired breath, shaking his head. No, he didn't have much in the way of good news. Haradi's forces were not small, by any means, actually they were larger than Saqqara's merely by virtue of having a larger population overall. But it wasn't enough. He wasn't sure how to make it enough. Slavers were difficult to track the movements of; that was sort of what they were good at, going unnoticed, particularly the ones with enough balls to try enslaving Haradians. If he wanted to get rid of them, he'd need some means of telling which ones were slaver and which weren't, but this was difficult. Haradi wasn't large in land size, so it was densely populated, and the city's streets more chaotic than usual. It was difficult to keep track of everyone in such a densely populated city of any size.

For a moment, he almost asked Sahura if he'd be willing to temporarily trade some of Haradi's soldiers for some of Saqqara's. Weres had keener senses overall, and Haradi were, admittedly, lacking in were numbers. Aside from just using auratechnology to track people that came in and out of Haradi, and while for their own protection, it was still a rights violation of a form, and it didn't sit right. While Haradi's people may trust him enough to do it, he wouldn't ask them to. Weres would be the next best thing, capable of hearing far better than men, sensing panic far better than men... some, particularly the oldest of Saqqara's number, could sense ill-intentions. Likely, they'd interrupt quite a few things before they found a slaver, but it may just be enough to put a dent in it.

"It's not enough," he answered. "The slavers still get one or two here and there. I hate to ask, Sahura, but perhaps you'd be up for a trade? Some of Haradi's soldiers for some of yours, preferably weres. The weres have better senses, would be able to pick up on things our humes cannot. It may put more of a dent in this slaver business." A short pause, and Sidonai added, "I may start executing them when I find them. If only to send a message, because these stupid bastards aren't getting it."

Haradi / starlight
« on: May 03, 2018, 03:13 AM »
Most would have given up, by now. Sidonai wasn't sure if he was insane, or just ridiculously determined, perhaps even in sore need of hobbies, but, even if he had to go into Dalmasca himself, he would, if it meant he found his son. Tihaan had been gone a long time, and he was dearly missed, not only by Sidonai himself, but by the people in Haradi, too. When he'd disappeared, many in the city had become almost depressed, and Sidonai wouldn't pretend his standing with Haradi's people hadn't slipped, some. Slavers were still in Haradi, and now they'd stolen one of the royal family, too.

It was a difficult thing to come to terms with. Sidonai liked to think he wouldn't have lost so much, would have liked to think that he had the resources and the power to be able to keep slavers out of his city, but it turned out, maybe not. The slave trades were powerful; he knew that as well as anyone, maybe better, and fully stopping them, it'd be a fight. Even Saqqara hadn't fully stopped them from waltzing into their own city, albeit Saqqara was more difficult to get to. Saqqara had also lost more than Haradi. Sometimes, he mused on border protections, thought about judicial adjustments, pondered on anything that sounded like it might help. And then he wondered if he wasn't fighting a losing battle.

And the Dalmascans were being of absolutely no assistance, whatsoever. Really, he felt more inclined to blow them up than discuss diplomacy. Their Imperator was a right bloody sack of stupid, and the vast majority of the major noble lines weren't far behind. House Cassimer had flatly, albeit tactfully, told him he was shit out of luck, House Lancaster about the same, the only two that were remotely useful were Essair and Asheron, but neither of them had much luck either. Both had their own affairs, as well, and Sidonai could appreciate they didn't have time to help him, necessarily.

It was all a mess, even with his personal guard patrolling Haradi's streets, they still lost one here and there.

Ah... that was Sahura's voice. Sahura had a bit more freedom to move around than Sidonai, if only because he had trusted individuals he could leave his city to. Sidonai dared not attempt it, lest he lose his throne. Then again, he wondered if his throne was worth never seeing his son again. Not really, actually. "I'm not," he answered. "It's open." Sahura was decent enough a mage to pop the lock, anyway. House Lucain were really the only truly beneficial allies in this mess. Sidonai was losing his touch, or something. He wondered, sometimes, if he'd become complacent in his old age. Possibly.

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