I’ve been kind of writing this story when I’m not working on my regular DM duties in order to get a feel for elves. I don’t do much with elves, and Uradess so far has see very few because they don’t come from that side of the world. Hopefully this story, which follows the adventures of as elf called Desi (full name: Han’Decivieri) will end with me being comfortable enough with elves to give them a greater role in future campaigns.
Incidentally, I’ll be keeping track of characters and terms from this story in the wiki. They will be marked as Desi characters in their bios.
The gales over the oceans made flying there impossible, so Desi suggested the most obvious alternative.
Most of the people in the room laughed, except for BM Musi. Musi sputtered and choked on his outrage that Desi had opened his mouth at all. Desi knew he’d pay for it later, but that was nothing new. Musi had been Desi’s superior for over five years now, and he always seemed to be angry about something. Life’s too short to be angry, as far as Desi was concerned. Musi was almost twice Desi’s age, but Desi suspected that his 122 years had been better spent than Musi’s 215.
Desi wouldn’t even have been in this meeting if he wasn’t spending the month as Musi’s personal aide due to that wine shipment incident last week. Nobody would have missed a case or two, and who expected a bear to show up? Musi had a knack for overreacting.
It was strange, though. After a while the laughter started dying down and a few of the strategists looked contemplative. Were they really taking Desi’s suggestion seriously? That was almost more embarrassing than being laughed at.
“I’m sorry, esteemed sirs,” said Musi. “I’ll remove this rude leafer from the room immediately so that you may continue your strategy meeting in earnest.”
Leafer!? I’m going to be demoted back to Leaf for this!? thought Desi. I just made Stem last month! Am I going to serve my entire career as a grunt?
But one of the elder strategists shook his head. “There is no need, branch manager. Young Han’Decivieri might actually be onto something.”
Several of the slower officers stared at the elder strategist incredulously, including Musi. What was he thinking? The idea was preposterous.
The elder chuckled and opened his hands in an inviting gesture, encompassing everyone around the table. “He’s right, it’s the only logical solution. It won’t be easy, but it may be possible, and is definitely inconceivable to our enemies. Branch Manager Quan’Mucianari.” Musi stiffened and saluted at being addressed. “You are to commend Stem Officer Han’Desivieri for his idea. He deserves full credit for this concept.” Musi nodded and said no more. He almost looked happy.
Well of course he is, thought Desi. He’s the one who brought me here, so the commendation is his as well. What an opportunist.
Wait, does that mean I have to be his aide all the time now? Dammit, I should learn to keep my mouth shut.
The meeting went on and the strategists hammered out the details of the new strategy. The Han Plan, they were calling it. The family will be proud I’m sure, thought Desi. But Desi didn’t say anything else during the meeting. Nobody expected him to, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
When they were finally dismissed, everyone set immediately to work. Maps were going to be drawn up, land chosen to be the start of the tunnels. They were probably going to contract some gnomish engineers to develop some sort of digging machine. (Desi couldn’t help but imagine some sort of tank with mole arms, digging away at the ground.) The scientists were going to analyze seismic events and underground oil well locations and pressure and air concerns and where to go to avoid flooding everything out.
Because the gales above the ocean threw their planes and air fortresses around like rag dolls, eventually crashing them into the vast ocean. Because ships were too slow and all of out best war machines were land-based. Because the gods decided to but an ocean between us and our enemies, we were going to dig under it.
It should only take 20 or 30 years. Desi might even make Branch Manager himself by that time.