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The Foundation of Faith
Chögyel Norbu, Tsenpo District
November 27, 1912
Part I of III
Palden Choekyi stepped lightly along the polished path of stone that led to the foundation of the great temple. Around him, laborers bustled with purpose, their voices mingling with the distant hammering of chisels and the groaning creak of wooden scaffolding. A steady breeze swept across the plateau.
The sun, still low on the horizon, cast long shadows of towering cranes and the skeletal frame of the temple’s main pagoda—a structure that would soon rise above the heartlands, a beacon of spirituality and resilience. Palden paused to gaze upward, with his hands clasped behind his back. His golden sash fluttered in the wind, contrasting with the simple woolen robe he preferred every morning.
“It is coming together beautifully, Your Majesty,” said Ngawang Tenzin, the chief architect, bowing deeply. His weathered face radiated pride as he gestured toward the intricate carvings on the temple’s emerging façade. “Soon, the prayers of millions will echo within these walls.”
Palden inclined his head. “Soon,” he echoed, his voice steady but contemplative. “But not yet. There is still much to do.”
Ngawang hesitated. “Shall I fetch the overseers, my King? They have matters to discuss—”
The king raised a hand gently, halting the man mid-sentence. “It is not time yet, Ngawang. Let us walk.”
The two strode along the edge of the site, passing teams of artisans chiseling intricate mandalas into stone blocks. Palden stopped occasionally to watch the workers, murmuring quiet words of encouragement that left them smiling as they returned to their craft.
At last, they came to a small clearing where a group of monks knelt in prayer, their low chants harmonizing with the rhythm of the worksite. Palden knelt beside them, resting on a simple cushion placed at the edge of the clearing. His hands pressed together in reverence, and for a moment, all movement around him seemed to pause.
After several minutes of silence, Palden rose and turned back to Ngawang. “This temple is more than a place of worship. It is a symbol of the unity our nation strives for—a unity born of shared devotion and a shared future.” His gaze swept over the bustling worksite. “Every stone they place is a testament to our people’s resilience.”
Ngawang nodded solemnly. “And it will endure for generations to come, Your Majesty.”
Palden’s lips curved into a faint smile. “That is our hope.”
From the scaffolding above, a loud crack startled the air as a wooden beam splintered under the weight of heavy stone. Workers shouted in alarm, and the monks’ chants faltered. Palden’s smile faded, replaced by a calm but commanding presence. “Ngawang, ensure the safety of every man on this site. Delay is better than disaster.”
The architect bowed again, barking orders to his assistants. As the chaos subsided, a young disciple, who had been quietly accompanying Palden, stepped forward hesitantly.
“Your Majesty,” the young man said, his voice soft yet earnest, “may I ask... Do you think the gods will approve of this temple?”
“Approve?” Palden repeated, intrigued.
The disciple swallowed nervously. “I... I only wonder, Your Majesty. The cost of such an undertaking is...well, massive. The people struggle, yet so much wealth is being poured into this. Will the gods not see it as an extravagance? Perhaps it could be better used elsewhere to ease suffering, would it not?”
The king regarded him for a long moment. “You speak from the heart, young one,” he said. “The gods do not judge by the weight of gold or stone. They look upon the heart, the devotion, and the purpose behind the act. This temple is not a mere display of wealth. It is a bridge, a sacred place where our people may find peace and strength. The temple itself is not the goal—it is the faith it nurtures that is important.”
The disciple nodded slowly, still uncertain but reassured by the king's words. Palden continued, his voice growing more firm, “As for the cost, yes, it is great. But think of it this way—by giving our people a place to reflect, to seek solace, and to find unity, we are enriching the soul of the nation. The wealth is not for the stone, but for the heart of every man and woman who enters this sacred space.”
The young man seemed to mull over this for a moment. “I... understand, Your Majesty. I will trust in your vision.”
Palden smiled warmly and placed a hand on the disciple’s shoulder. “Good. Trust is a very powerful thing, and I am glad you have placed yours in me.”
Ngawang, having ensured the situation was under control, approached with a deep bow. “Your Majesty, everything is in order. The work can proceed.”
Palden gave a final glance at the construction site. “Then let us continue, for the gods are watching, and the people wait. We must build, not just of stone, but of hope.”
"The Question of Courting, A Decree from the Ministry of Laws from the Kentu Empire" 9.16.12
An envoy is sent to the Temris to ask if the reincarnated Emperor would seek to court Kaiser Cylis' daughter Selina Porter. "Pardon me your highness," the envoy says, "but are you the leader Dean Higgins?" The democratic republic of temris. The envoy waited a while and once he had thought the silence was a sign of confirmation he continued. "The legislation of the Kentu Empire has asked if the reincarnated Emperor Ren Osarrus XVI would be so gracious as to inquire the courting of the humble Princess Selina?". "If refusal of couthood is acknowledged then the legislation shall make this decree void and null, upon request. However we think that the Empire is in great need of a stable example of leadership, and upon the review of the Kentuian Legislation we think it is vital for the Emperor to have a companion that might assist him as he grows into his role, as well as providing the Empire with a vessel to insure the future of Imperial Succession."
The Foundation of Faith
Norzin River, Drapa District
December 15, 1912
Part II of III
Palden Choekyi’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the horizon from the summit of the ridge. The sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the valley below. In the distance, the once-narrow river surrounded by flatlands had swelled into a mighty body of water, comparable to a massive lake. The swollen waters surged violently, churning over rocks and debris. Behind him, the sound of the courtiers murmuring in unease reached his ears. Palden turned to face them, his expression unyielding despite the uncertainty that clouded their faces.
Palden had organized a caravan to travel to the Drapa District to retrieve relics and statues of the gods for the new temple. The journey to Drapa had been calm and uneventful, and similar conditions were expected for the return trip. The sudden and severe downpour, however, came as a surprise, disrupting what had seemed to be a straightforward task.
"We cannot go forward," said Ngawang Tenzin, his voice laced with concern. He had always been a man of few words, but there was no mistaking the gravity in his tone. “The land is impassable. The river has overtaken the path.”
Palden's gaze remained fixed on the flood. He had heard of such floods in the region’s past, but never had he encountered one of such ferocity; one that would make a plot of land into an ocean. The path they had followed for days now lay submerged, and the only way forward seemed blocked.
“You speak of retreat,” Palden said, “But we did not come here to turn back.”
“I understand, Your Majesty,” Ngawang said, bowing his head. “But the route is no longer safe. Even if we continue, we risk losing men and horses. There is no way to cross.”
“Then we make our own way,” Palden replied. “If fear has taken hold, then only courage can drive it out. Prepare the horses. We move at once.”
A murmur of surprise rippled through the group, but there was no question now—He had made his decision. His authority in moments like this was absolute.
The floodwaters roared beneath them, but Palden’s focus never wavered. "Ngawang," he called, his voice cutting through the rising noise, "How long until we reach other side, should we take the mountain route?"
Ngawang looked at the landscape and then back at the king. "Two days, at best, Your Majesty. We will have to climb the cliffs—no small task with the weight of our provisions. The terrain is treacherous."
Palden nodded slowly, his gaze scanning the path ahead. The flooded canyon presented an obstacle, yes, but it was not an insurmountable one. The new route would be difficult, perhaps even perilous, but it was not hopeless.
“We will cross,” Palden said, his voice unwavering. “If we must climb, we will climb. If the waters rise higher, we will rise higher. There is no turning back.”
He turned to the rest of the party. "I know the hardships we face," Palden continued, his eyes sweeping over each man and woman present. "But we are not the kind to be driven by fear. The spirits of this land watch over us, and it is through strength of will, through courage, that we will see our journey completed."
With those words, Palden led the way, his resolve lighting the way for the others. His steps were sure and deliberate, even as the floodwaters threatened to drown out the familiar sounds of the land.
The sound of hooves and rustling canvas filled the air as the entourage began to move, making their way to the high cliffs that would bring them over the canyon’s depths.
Behind them, the flood surged and swirled, but ahead, the path remained uncertain. Yet one thing was clear—the king would not yield, and neither would his people.
The Formation of the Federation of Kentu
Article I
The Emperor has ceded legislative powers and judicial powers to the Kentu General Assembly, and the Kentuian Ministry. Upon which the Kaiser remains in power as long as he deems suit, whereupon the day of his passing shall he name a successor to the throne. The Kaiser shall have control over imperial decrees, the imperial military, and carrying out the law of the land. The Kaiser may be removed from power if 2/3 of the General Assembly deem him/her unfit, the Kentuian Ministry must also approve the removal of the Kaiser. When the accused are removed from executive control the Legislation shall elect delegates to be the Kaiser, only when 80 percent have chosen to vote for a candidate shall he/she become the new Kaiser. No branch is able to override the imperial decrees of the Kaiser, however if the Assembly is able to successfully block all legal proceedings for at least four weeks then the Kaiser shall reevaluate his decree. If the Kaiser finds fault in his decree he shall have it be removed, and proceed to publicly apologize on behalf of the government.
Article II
The General Assembly shall send 3 senators from each district, where they are chosen by the district's council. The General Assembly shall vote a Prime Minister if a successor is not chosen by the Kaiser, or if no candidate wins the Kaiser Election. The Prime Minister shall be chosen by the majority of the General Assembly, if the election results in failure then the two candidates choose to duel, or one to forfeit his position. The General Assembly shall make legislation and conduct new taxes upon passing legislation. The opposition may hold filibusters for up to two weeks before attempting to negotiate terms with the other parties. The General Assembly shall not outlaw the position of the Kaiser, they shall not undermine the Kentuian Ministry, nor appoint representatives on the Ministry. A senator of the Kentuian General Assembly may hold a term of nine years before his/her reelection or resignation. If a senator does not wish to be reelected he/she may resign from the Assembly. There are no term limits for the General Assembly, however if a senator is removed from power then he/she shall not be open for reelection. A senator may be removed if the Assembly conducts a vote of No-Confidence, this vote can only occur when 3/4ths of the General Assembly approve. The General Assembly is not allowed to use the Kaiser's position to assign marriage proposals between other nations, any attempts will have the senator removed from power immediately and stripped of his/her freedoms. They will be tried for treason thereafter. Amendemnts may be made to the Constution with both approval from the Kaiser, Ministry and a 75 percent support from the General Assembly.
Article III
The Kentuian Ministry shall have its judges pick successors when they feel the need to resign their position, the judges may reign for as long as they please. As well, they shall regulate and determine by this document whether or not it is constitutional or not. Upon final review the Ministry shall strike down any imperial decree, or legislation that goes against this document or the Rights of Humanity. Furthermore the Ministry shall bring judgement upon convicted senators or ex-Kaisers. The judge must pick a successor of at least 16 years of age, and 45 years of age. The judge's power can only extend in what is judicial and constitutional matters. Upon taking office ministers and judges shall swear an oath to follow this Constitution, and to follow the Rights of Humanity. There shall only be 12 judges and a judge shall only have 7 ministers. Ministers of the Kentuian Ministry can only serve for 4 years a term, upon which they are revised by the Kentuian Ministry each end of term to determine their effectiveness.
Article IV
Any Treason, Insurrection, or Tyranny shall be prohibited and banned. No member of the government is to go against the Rights of the People unless they are thoroughly tested for having malicious intent towards the state, upon this review they must have approval from the Ministry. Torture is prohibited during investigations, unless it is during wartime. No prisoner of war is to be killed until the wartime is declared to be over, upon declaration the prisoner shall be put through the court system to determine if he/she is to be released. No currency shall replace the Kentuian Dollar, all minting shall be approved by the Kaiser first. No gernal is to go against the order of his/her Kaiser, if this occurs he shall be imprisoned and released only upon Ministry review.
Article V
This Constitution has been written and formed in the hopes of providing a safe haven for all, safeguarding the Rights of all humanity, and to conduct law and order of the lands of Kentu. It is upon this passing of this Constitution, that we, the Kentuian People hope to establish harmonious democratic practices across our lands. In the practice of conducting humanitarian rights to all of our citizens, being the bulwark in the world full of Tyrannical oppression. These Rights are undeniable, reasonable, and above all, not removable. Glory to the Kasier! Glory to the People! Glory to the Kentu Federation!
The Rights of Humanity Kentu
1. The right to free expression, speech, press, and religion. No one shall be deprived of this right.
2. The right to bear arms. Citizens may have the right to bear arms against criminals and unjust governments. No gun shall be banned from public use, however military transportation is prohibited without a license.
3.No soldiers are to be sheltered during peace times in private households.
4. Illegal searches and seizures shall be banned without due process of law.
5. No citizen is required to answer any questions by the court, or its enforcers. Every time a citizen pleads his 5th right he shall be awarded a Kentuian nickel for his efforts.
6. No accused citizen may be compelled to witness against himself, no citizen may be tried twice for a crime, nor shall he/she be deprived of life, liberty, or property without the due process of the law. However in the successful atributation the the citizen is found guilty his belongings are to become for public use.
7. In all criminal prosecutions the accused have the right to a fair, speedy, and public trial by a jury of the District wherein the crime has been committed. He shall also have access to obtain a layer from the District, or at his/her own expense.
8. In common law, where the value in controversy exceeds $200, the right of the trial by jury shall be attended to, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise re-examined by the Kentuian Ministry , than according to common law.
9. Excessive bail is prohibited, nor excessive fines imposed
10. Powers not delegated to the Federation of Kentu by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the Districts, are reserved to the Districts respectively, or to the people.
11. Districts shall not sue the Kentu Federation under any circumstances.
12. Slavery is banned, anyone found guilty of slavery of any kind shall receive the death penalty with the due process of law.
13. No citizen is allowed to take office in the current executive branch if he/she was not born from that family, furthermore newly immigrated citizens must wait at least 25 years before they hold public office of any kind.
14. No one is to be denied or abridged by the Kentu Federation, or by any District on the account of race, color, sex, or any natural appearance.
15. The General Assembly is prohibited on passing any tax on income or, from whatever source derived, without apportionment among several Districts, with regard to any census or enumeration.
16. All sexes have the full right to participate in the voting process.
17. All public condemnation of a victim can be used in court for slander. After the due process of law the victim is paid back in monies, or sentimental value.
18. No Bicylces are allowed on main roads of the Federation, upon the incident that they are the criminal shall be arrested and detained until they pay a fine of $250. This may be paid by 2 months of community service if the delinquent cannot pay the fine.
19. Convicted murderers, rapists, war criminals, high class burglars, or any supposed high class victim is allowed not allowed for bail.
20. Public executions are optional for criminals. He may choose the time, last meal, attire, instrument, song, and city for his/her execution. The criminal cannot choose a city outside of the District that he/she is being detained in.
Post by The Red Soviet Socialist Republic suppressed by Temris.
Hello, Communism here! Back for another round, just wanted to say "Workers throw down your yolks of oppression and be free from the bourgeoisie!".
Post by The Red Soviet Socialist Republic suppressed by Temris.
The Workers Revolution of Ieriahelm (IH 16) 9.19.12
It had happened, the workers had unified under the Red Party. They had seized control of their district and liberated themselves from the oppression of the Celestial despot. They didn't care that the Emperor had been reincarnated, they wanted to have food on their plates, they wanted to seize the means of production, they wanted to spread their new founded Larxism across the world! The Red Party eventually gained enough seats in the province to seize control, they arrested anyone who stepped in their way. Those traitors would see what betraying the fruits of communism would bring them! Meanwhile Menin was preaching to some more workers that were in the southern part: "Workers! Are you tired of the elite class treading down on your rights? Then take a stand with us! We shall free each other from the bonds of that evil pig called capitalism! We will rise, you shall all have bread, work, and glory!". The crowds cheered at these words, for their provincial government had long discarded care for those who worked for them. They were finally going somewhere now, they would finally get the bread they wanted, the respect they lost, and glory that they craved.
Election of AH 1
Khottar, Hoydland, July 1st, AH 1
Just thirty days out from Hoydland’s first presidential election under the new Celestial Emperor, Ren Osarrus XXIV, and Governor Chaguye Ayush twirled a pen in between his index and middle fingers. He sat in his lavishly adorned office within the Nachny Gurtar, pondering the upcoming events. When he won, it would become his third term, giving him an astonishing eighteen years at the helm of the republic. His advisors’ confidence was overflowing, just as it had six years ago. After all, he’s won via a landslide in his past two elections. He had numerous allies throughout the nation, so little campaigning would need to be done. He had the northern vote due to his birthplace, the central vote due to his agricultural promotion, and the women vote throughout because of “The Women’s Act” just two years prior. If everyone around him was so certain, then why was he so stressed? He shook his head. Something felt off about this election. Perhaps his age was catching up to him. After all, he was now entering his 60’s. But he had never felt this kind of paranoia in his career. Was there something wrong with him?
The entrance of a suited man in his office startled him. He nearly jumped as one of his closest friends, Rai Chinzorig, shuffled in. He met his eyes, chuckling a bit. “Apologies, Rai. Good to see you.” Chinzorig laughed along with him.
“No, Governor, I’m sorry to have startled you…” He paused, a bit surprised himself. He could admit, Chaguye seemed a bit off. His longing tone, how he twitched slightly whenever he shuffled in his seat, the bags under his eyes growing prominently. Had he really been off in the capital for that long? His tone soon turned genuine. “How are you?” Chaguye blinked, then sighed a bit.
“Well, it goes. Please, sit down. I’m sure you’ve had quite the journey back from Nhasa?” He turned his head a bit, now invested.
“Well, yes. The trains only took me into Southern Zhengshen, which is quite uninteresting! Nonetheless, I’m very happy to be back. The politics in Nhasa are no doubt complicated, what with the northern invasion and, of course, the rebellion right next to us. We send our prayers to the Kalquenan fight. Well, maybe a bit more than that!” The pair cackled humorously as one, as if they were the same man. “Ah, yes. But I truly am excited to be back. It feels nice to return to something I know and understand, you know?” Chaguye nodded along.
“I get what you mean. I mean, I’ve only visited Nhasa a few times, but it is quite different…” He paused, before calling in one of the palace butler’s. Before long, the butler returned with a glass of wine imported from the western empire before pouring two glasses. Gripping the wine firmly, the two men raised them in unison. “To Hoydland!” Chaguye said dryly, before Chinzorig added in.
“And to your victory!” As they clinked together and sipped, Chaguye looked down at the deep burgundy liquid in his hand.
“Ah, yes. The election…” He soon trailed off, fixated on the wine. After a few seconds, Chinzorig leaned forward, placing his glass on the table.
“Governor? Is everything alright?” He raised an eyebrow. Before long, Chaguye snapped back into reality, staring at him, as if deciding his next words.
“Rai, my friend, I need some advice…” Chinzorig scooted forward in his chair, hanging on its edge.
“Ask me anything, Governor.” Chaguye sighed deeply, before continuing.
“It’s… the election, my friend.” Chinzorig couldn’t help but laugh, before noticing the serious expression on Chaguye’s face and resetting himself.
“Apologies, Governor. But, why? You’ve won by a landslide in each of your attempts at the position!” Chaguye’s laughter soon followed.
“I suppose you’re right, Rai. But, this election feels… different.” Chinzorig leaned forward after taking a sip of his wine.
“How so?” Chaguye shrugged.
“My opponent’s present some real challenges, I have to admit. I mean, they resume is hardly as filled as my own, but I’ve noticed that they are… quite popular with the people.” Chaguye stroked his chin in thought.
“Governor, who even are your opponents? It’s been quite a while since I was back in Khottar.” Without skipping a beat, Chaguye answered.
“Well, there’s three of them. Firstly, there’s Burge Shudarga, a lawyer born in the very south of the province. He supports worker’s rights, a strengthened judicial system, and isolationist policies, according to my advisors. Frankly, he’s not a threat. He’s wildly inexperienced and hardly has a reputation in the mountainous south or here in Khottar.” Chinzorig nodded.
“Well, then why would you worry-” Chaguye cut him off.
“That’s hardly it, Rai. Secondly, Zagal Tugal, another one of the isolationists. He’s been a representative of the diet for years, and I know him well. Although, that doesn’t mean we agree. Hardly at all, in fact. He has a strong backing from the military, specifically from Togh Khadan. However, Tough has also endorsed me many times in the past, so I’m sure that I can get the military vote.” Chinzorig sat back in his chair.
“Are you sure you’re not just paranoid, Governor?” Chaguye crossed his arms, not particularly angry, though.
“I’m sure, Rai. It’s the last candidate that I’m worried about: Mogoy Montell.” Immediately, Chinzorig’s ears perked up. Everybody knew Montell, the Head Representative of the diet. He was young, but threatening. He was popular within the diet for his speech, but he was extremely progressive. Even Chinzorig could admit that he was impressed by the man. But did the populace really think he could run the province better than Governor Ayush?
“That’s… worrying. Why would he run?” Chaguye laughed.
“It’s risky, right? I believe it's a frantic decision by the rest of the progressive populace to overthrow me. And worse, he’s winning. He has the poor vote, the aristocratic vote, and especially the northern vote since he’s from there. That man is the largest threat to the province.” Chinzorig nodded.
“I’d have to agree. If he were to defeat you, which I don’t believe he will, Governor. But the province would run into an era of uncertainty. You brought stability to the province, he would do nothing but ruin that.” Chaguye scoffed.
“While that’s all true, the populace is blind. I will not stop until I continue my term, but he’s a worrying presence, no doubt. I suppose we will find out in a month…” Chinzorig answered, looking out the window of the Governor’s office.
“We certainly will…”
Hoydland, July 30th, AH 1
Swift steps sound throughout the wooden floorboards of the Nachny Gurtar, an aide finding his way through the halls. Murmurs sound throughout, the various staff discussing the matters of the day. Many of them haven’t had to pay their attention towards Election Day for twelve years. But perhaps they should have listened. As Governor Ayush sits in his chair, nervously tapping his foot, the aide enters through the meticulously carved double doors. “Governor! I bring news about the election!” A smug look runs across the aide’s face, confidence exuding him. Chaguye can’t help but smile.
“Of course!” He sits up as the aide reveals an enveloped document, the first in which details the provincial election. Without hesitation, the aide tears the envelope open and begins reading.
“Candidates: Burge R. Shudarga, Zagal A. Tugal, Mogoy M. Montell, Incumbent Chaguye L. Ayush.” The aide stops to look up at Chaguye.
“Frankly, sir, just read me the results. I can get the specifics later.” The aide nodded.
“Of course, Governor. Let’s see…” In the next few seconds, the scans the document, before scoffing.
“This can’t be right…” The aide’s smile doesn’t leave as he chuckled to himself, leaving the Governor’s office swiftly. Chaguye looks around confusedly, raising his arms.
“Well…” He sighs, standing up and exiting after the aide. He spots him chatting with one of the advisors, looking as if he’d been thrown to the floor in his expression. “What’s going on?” he asks, reading their faces.
“Governor, there’s been a… mistake, with the polls. It reads that Montell won by 43.87% of the turnout, and you achieved 42.68% of the vote.” The advisor hands Chaguye the document, who scans it quickly. Slowly, he looks up, floored himself.
“That’s no mistake… we’ve lost.”
vandurg sends a message to the federation of Kent "hello this is admiral James i handle the naval and foreign trades i reach out to you because of a shortage of guns for militants do you have any we could buy or be sent for free even if there old? our government can produce guns but were busy on air budget and naval budget we can't. so can you send us some weaponry?"
The Emperor sends his greetings,"But of course we can send weaponry, for a price of course. What bargain can you make in return?"
by the way look at my fact book to know my equipment i listed it so people could know just announcing that
news on the streets of vandurg spreads people raise their flags old grandpas grin others just sit by graves vandurg is having victory day it's been three years sense the 2nd civil war where 500k vandurgian soldier's monarchist,liberalists,conservatives all fought and layed their lives down for their side and should all be celebrated a general says on a speech "my friends we all want peace but sometimes peace requires being ready for war and yes on that day that ended the vandurg civil war was deadly but very hopeful no matter who served who we should all honor each other no matter religion, ideology, or nationality on the day the war ended we all got Christmas but we can all agree we are not hero's those who died are and to all nations if you want to celebrate this vandurg victory day you can join us and also merry Christmas"
Post by Newfoxia suppressed by Kolch.
Hello! I want to say a few things
1. Merry Christmas l!
2.Im new in this region but I'm not new to Nation states, I've been in previous roleplay regions (Morpheus and Motricland).Morpheus was raided and Motricland is dead and inactive.
3. I hope I can join the roleplay
The Republic of Vandurg,
The Armed Republic of Newfoxia
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Sunset Connection
Governor’s Residence Zimford - May 1912
Mansfield’s office lay as barren as ever. Mansfield sighed as he closed the final report for the day and sealed it with the emblem of the KFP. There was a knock on the door and Mansfield’s office lady entered, “Commodore Ian would like to meet you sir.”
“Send him in Martha.” Mansfield said.
The doors opened and Commodore Ian Fairweather calmly sauntered in. “Sir, had a good day at the office?” Ian asked as he took a seat on one of two hard wooden chairs.
“Yes, Ian, same old reports, but nothing too concerning.” Mansfield said, “So, you wanted to see me?”
Ian nodded, “Yes sir, are you coming to the governor’s party today.”
Mansfield shook his head, “No, Ian, I have a sick child at home.”
Ian nodded, “Of course, my condolences. However, I do have one concern surrounding the security of the event.”
“Leon assigned Carlton to it, we are in good hands, the best hands.” Mansfield said. “I believe that Carlton is attending the event either way with your daughter, no?”
Ian shook his head and smiled, “No Admiral, that’s not what I came here for. I have it on good authority that Frederick will not be attending the event.”
Mansfield stopped, and took out a cigar, twirling it around in his fingers. Frederick pulling out of the event suddenly could be a cause for a concern especially surrounding his potential involvement with the Rebellion. “Which source gave you that information?”
“A connection I have to Frederick’s Presidential Guard. Interestingly, he also told me that the Presidential guards will be present either way.” Ian said as he stared at Mansfield, who stared right back. A common habit between the two men when considering options.
“Have you talked to Carlton? He’s been assigned control over the Imperial Guard for the day.” Mansfield asked.
Ian shook his head, “No, I’ll go do that, but I have a feeling the crafty bastard may already know.”
Mansfield sighed, “Has he officially pulled out, as in has he told the governor he won’t be coming.”
Ian shook his head again, “The source, whose a presidential guard himself said that he might not be attending, whether it be a genuine emergency or pullout for something bigger, all we know is if something does happen, that is pretty strong evidence against him.”
“You believe he is working with the Rebellion?” Ian asked.
Mansfield nodded, “I have been involved with Operation Rolling Skies since its inception, more so than ever now that Albert has busied himself with external affairs. I think there is strong evidence to suggest, but not anything hard enough to convict.”
Ian rested his face in his hands, “Anyways, I’ll be heading back now, I’ll have to attach all that military faff to my uniforms.”
Mansfield nodded and shook Ian’s hand, forgoing the typical military formality of saluting. “I’ll see you later, old friend, remember to let Carlton know about Frederick, in the off chance he doesn’t know yet.”
Ian grabbed his hat on the way out, “I’ll be sure to, I’ll be meeting him anyway, he’s courting my daughter for the event.”
Barricus
Carlton watched as the sun set lower in the sky. Its warm glow slowly recedes from the land. Its rays refracting through the steel and glass of the city. Carlton slipped on his formal Navy uniform. Its black colour indicates his role as part of the KFP. The epaulettes had three gold bands and a roundel with the emblem of the KFP etched inside.
He grabbed his row of three medals from the table and painstakingly pinned them parallel to the breast pocket. Then taking the rest of his ribbons he attached them opposite to the medals. Carlton inspected himself in the mirror. He looked down at the open closet. At the very bottom lay the sword that belonged to his father.
Opening the case Carlton removed the sword from its red, soft inlay and ran his hand along the blade. After nearly two centuries of being passed down through the Marshal family, the blade still drew blood. Carlton grabbed a cloth and wiped the trail of blood from the blade, then his hand before wrapping it in a thin bandage.
He considered taking the sword with him, but decided against it, considering what it had done to his father, and the rest of his family. Carlton inspected himself one more time in the mirror, checking that his uniform was immaculate, and that his medals were in the correct order.
Sighing he checked his breath and decided to brush his teeth before leaving. He passed the sword once again. Cursing to himself, he took it and the sheath from the case and attached it to his belt.
Zimford - South Harbourview Governor’s Residence
Carlton stepped out of the small vehicle that had taken them to the residence. An extravagant but simple two story construction with a small, but elegant garden complete with a water fountain. He turned around and held out his hand for Jessica. She smiled, taking it and gracefully stepping out of the vehicle, her flowery red gown sliding along the ground.
Carlton took her arm and walked her to the entrance, Ian and his wife a few metres behind. He leaned in and whispered into Jessica’s ear, “Jessica, you go inside with your parents, I have to go talk with the Guards.”
Jessica smiled as Carlton pulled away. “You can call me Jess darling, it will save you all the syllables.” Carlton smiled as he walked away. Inside, the quiet hubbub of chatter slipped out of the closed thick wooden doors. Fleet Admiral Albert Hall and Field Marshal Jacob King-Manners were with their wives and were talking with each other. Leon Allen was watching over the party, his wife and her sister conversing in the background. Al Harrison and his effortlessly stunning wife were also present, as indicated by the extravagant luxury car outside.
There were several Imperial Guards standing at door entrances, their rifles at their sides. Carlton and the Guard Captain entered and surveyed the scene. “This is what we call the reception area.” Said the captain, “Guests will enter here, the main room is the ballroom where the tables and chairs are set up. The ballroom should open in ten minutes, the only other places with people in them will be the kitchen and the staff quarters, there shouldn’t be anyone upstairs.”
Carlton nodded, “Very good captain, is there anyone on the top floor?”
“Yes sir, several Imperial Guards, on the roof and the second floor on rotation. Two teams are armed with snipers, they will be up there permanently. The rest of the guards are on the gates, at each of the ground floor entrances, as well as some patrolling the perimeter you determined.” The guard captain said.
“Thank you Captain, if you need me for anything, I’ll be inside. Don’t be scared to come get me.” Carlton removed his hat and put it by his side. Carlton went to enter but was stopped by the captain.
“Sir, one question before you go in. Do you know whether Frederick is still coming?”
Carlton stopped and turned. “As far as I’m aware, yes he is, but he may be coming late. I have also been told that he may not show up at all, which is why you should keep your boys alert. Remember, I’m inside if you need anything.”
The captain watched the KFP officer walk away before turning around and returning to his post at the main gate. He watched as the sun set lower in the sky, and the floodlights and lamps of the house activated, bathing the house, and the surrounding area in a warm glow.
Carlton entered the house and made his way over to Jessica who was loitering around the edges of the lobby area. A small drink in her hands. Carlton sighed, “You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? You look nervous.” She said,
“I have been entrusted with managing the safety of the state’s most powerful people, so I am a little bit worried if you can forgive me.” Carlton replied, ignoring the tray of drinks that floated past him.
Jess smiled as she slipped an arm around him and led him to the main ballroom. Most of the guests had already arrived and had taken their seats or were gently swaying in the centre. A small band was playing smooth Jazz as a large chandelier hung over the room.
Grand Central Station Zimford
Richard disembarked from the train. Having first travelled to Halford on horse, before paying a hefty fee to acquire a pass to cross The Line, a luxury beyond the reach of many in the western districts. In one hand he carried a suitcase, filled with nothing exceptional other than a camera tripod. On the other hand he carried a violin case, which inside contained a standard issue army rifle. In the hands of a good soldier, the rifle could shoot from over 500 metres.
Grand Central Station Zimford was mostly empty for the night. The men and schoolchildren had long returned home. At this time the nation’s civil servicemen, police and military were doing their rounds. Richard watched as a train, towing several carriages containing naval artillery was various sizes rolled past, its great weight causing the ground to rumble.
Richard found his way to the exit and entered the deserted streets of Zimford. The area of the Grand Central Station was lit, however, beyond the streets had darkened. Electricity was a novelty in Kushmire, and only key areas around cities were lit with Halford and Sparticus receiving nothing at all.
Richard walked the streets, pulling his hat over his eyes, scanning ahead for police. As he left the higher-end parts of the city, he arrived at a small bungalow in the suburbs. Even though it was smaller than the mansions and villas closer to the centre, it was far more luxurious than the crap in Halford and Sparticus.
He knocked in a predetermined pattern, the door opened and a disappointed-looking woman who led him to her husband’s room. Inside, Richard and the man leant over a map. The man pointed to several locations. “Each of these will give you a clear view of the windows, the main ballroom is at the rear of the house, that is where most of the event will be based, who are you after?”
“Albert Hull, or Leon Allen, one of those two and their fight against us will lose all its support. Have you readied your team?” Richard asked.
The man nodded. “The guys are ready, they are waiting for us.” The man said as he opened a closet and pulled out two presidential guard uniforms. “Courtesy of Frederick Baldwin.” He placed the two uniforms on the table, “Hopefully I got the right size, otherwise it might be a giveaway, a strange fellow wearing a loose uniform two sizes too big for him.”
Richard grabbed the military green overcoat and slipped it on. He and the man then helped each other attach the sashes and other faff that went with an elite infantry uniform. The man placed on his cap and looked at Richard. “Well, sir, uhm, before we leave, I have one question, do we have an extraction plan?”
Richard turned to face the man. He pulled out his knife and swiftly thrusted into the man’s stomach. His eyes went wide as his pupils dilated, grabbing Richard as his leg collapsed. Richard finished the job by slicing the man’s neck before dropping his body on the carpeted floor. He looked around to check whether other family members had heard or seen what had happened.
Richard shoved the man’s body in the closet, where later, a distressed widow and her son would find the remains of him.
Governor’s Residence
Carlton watched as Jessica left the group. But after listening to an affluent old woman complain how the car Kushmire Railways sent to pick her up from her house was late, there was roadworks and heavy rain and the lady lived two hours from the station, Carlton excused himself and made his way to Jess who idly swirling a glass of red cherry in her hand.
She took a sip from the glass as Carlton walked over, smiling. A waiter walked over with more champagne, which once again Carlton ignored. Jessica cocked her head to the side, “Do you drink? Mr Marshal?”
“No ma’am I do not.” Carlton said as he stopped in front of her, clasping his arms behind his back. Jessica looked towards the sun that was slowly setting lower in the sky. “Do you want to dance?”
Before Carlton had a chance to answer he was dragged away by Jess to the centre of the ballroom. Carlton hesitantly slipped his arm around her waist as he looked around to see if anyone was watching. The pair floated around the dance floor gently swaying to the music.
Carlton studied her face, emerald green eyes, brown hair and a small nose. Her eyes drifted away from him, seemingly staring into nothing. “Are you okay, Jess?” Carlton asked.
She returned her gaze upon him as she spoke. “Do you ever feel as if the path your life is taking is destined to be one of… Uneventfulness, boredom.”
Carlton shook his head, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand what you mean.”
“I look into the future and all I see are parties and galas just like this one, the mindless chatter amongst the women and the endless business scheming amongst the men, it makes no sense, why and how would anyone want to live like this?” She sighed, “My only saving grace is that my father is career military through and through, he doesn’t engage in the pettines much, unlike my mother.”
Carlton smiled, “Well, you aren’t alone in that feeling either.”
Jessica smiled as she pulled Carlton closer. He dared to smile but froze when he saw Ian watching them wide-eyed. “Jess,” Carlton started before we was interrupted
“Commander!” The guard captain’s call leapt across the courtyard. Carlton sighed as he slowly pulled away from her, “Duty calls.”
Carlton and the Guard Captain exited the residence. The captain pointed towards a truck that had arrived. A group of green-uniformed presidential guards had stepped out and were milling around, their rifles down by their sides. Carlton watched them, “What are they waiting around for?”
“Frederick Baldwin’s arrival.” The guard captain said, his own hand not too far from his pistol. “Though I heard rumours he won’t be showing today.”
Carlton scanned the guards. Though the presidential guard was mostly formed by Frederick to keep the Imperial Guard, and by extension the Army away from him, the men that formed them were still sourced from elite military and police units from throughout the state. “Get your weapons, I have a feeling that these men are illegitimate.”
“The gate guards are armed, but those patrolling inside are not, we’ll have to put them in rotation.” The guard captain said.
Carlton nodded. “Very well, do what you have to. Try to find me a sidearm as well.” Carlton turned his attention back towards the newcomers. They weren’t standing at ease, nor were they at attention, rather milling around the doors and bonnet of the truck that had brought them here. All had their olive-green coats covering their parade uniforms, though it wasn’t cold.
Richard exited the truck and looked at the man in the navy uniform watching them. He turned to face the group who were slouching against the side of the vehicle. “Sor give me strength.” Richard walked out in front of the vehicle and barked orders at the men, imagining he was an officer within the presidential guard. “You lot, what the hell are you doing, stand at ease. You have to act as if the president himself is arriving.” Richard watched as the group lazily stood in form.
He turned around to face the Imperial Guardsman that were watching the group like hawks on prey. They were standing as still as statues, some so still they didn’t register in Richard’s vision. He bit his lips that scanned the line of green-clad men. Richard went to the truck then grabbed his rifle, “Okay, you guys remember what we are doing, when you hear that first shot, open fire on the gate guards. Someone would have to wire off the bomb in the truck, remember to park it next to the gate. I’ll be heading off now, good luck.”
With his sniper rifle in hand, Richard left the truck and the residence behind him, being careful to stay out of the Imperial Guardsmens’ line of sight. Richard clambered into the forest, scaling over rocks and fallen trees. He emerged out of the other side of the forest and found himself overlooking the back of the mansion.
Richard lay flat on the ground and looked down the lens of his sniper scope. The patio area had a few guests who couldn’t handle the buzz of the main ballroom lounging around in deck chairs and quietly chatting away to each other. Richard moved the scope across the guests until he landed on a familiar face.
Albert Hull, his wife in his arms, was talking away with Jacob King Manners. “Well, the leadership of Falkenberg should surely be having a rethink of their strategy, how can they have the backing of the globe’s most powerful empire and still fail to mount a successful offence, especially against the Elodians, I mean, you remember the ragtag team from the Luhai incident that started the whole mess in the first place.”
Albert shook his head, “Well Jacob, we weren’t in their shoes, perhaps they had logistical issues that prevented them from taking out coastal installations prior to landing their marines.”
“If those issues arise in the first place, they shouldn’t have even attempted the landing, how many men do you think they would need to lose before the Kaiser decides The Celestial Empire isn’t worth it.” Jacob said.
“Too many, to the great powers of the world it's all about who has the biggest territory, about proving a point, the wrong ones sometimes, but that’s the world we live in.” Albert mused.
“Are we any different?” Jacob said as he grabbed another champagne from the passing tray. The two men surveyed the interior of the ballroom. The nation’s wealthiest and influential people gathered in one room with enough food to feed a small town. Meanwhile, on the other side of The Line, many families struggled to keep food on their tables, and a house over their heads.
Carlton returned to the patio where he sought out Ian. “Sir, the presidential guard has arrived outside the complex.” Ian turned to face Carlton.
“And? What are they doing?” Ian said as the pair began to walk towards the front gate. Ian checked his watch, “The speeches are about to begin, a good marksman would have the perfect opportunity to remove some of our speakers.”
Carlton stopped, “What’s the speaking order?”
“I believe our friend Fleet Admiral Hull is up first.”
Carlton sighed, “We can’t stop the event can we?”
Ian shook his head, “Unlikely, especially not off a hunch.”
The two men stepped outside where the Imperial Guardsmen not on duty were gathered. They formed lines, watching the green-clad men with suspicion. The guard captain returned to Carlton. “Sir, all the wall and gate guards are now armed.”
“Good work Captain, get those not currently on patrol into a defensive formation in the house and the rest of the gardens. Don’t forget the rear of the estate, as a security precaution I think we should bring all the guests back inside.” Carlton said.
“That should happen either way with the speeches beginning.” Ian checked his watch, “They should have started by now.”
Richard peered down his sniper scope and aimed the crosshairs at the back of Albert’s head. He smiled as a Blood Eagle screeched its deadly cry and flew off from its perch. The resultant falling branch hit Richard in the side as he pulled the trigger. The gun fired and the bullet travelled through the air, punched through the glass and hit Albert in the shoulder instead.
Simultaneously, Ian and Carlton drew their pistols and headed back inside. The guard captain followed in step behind them shouting orders at the guardsmen to guide people upstairs. Before the trio could make it to the main doorway, bullets hit the wooden doors.
The Imperial Guard in the gardens dove for cover as the green–clad Presidential Guards opened fire. Carlton watched as they emptied their clips and reloaded them. It was clear many of them didn’t have much experience with rifles.
The Imperial Guards returned fire, picking off the inexperienced Presidential Guards. Carlton suspected none of them were actually Presidential Guards. The guard captain was shouting orders at his men. Meanwhile, the Presidential Guards had the organisational level of a children’s playroom.
Inside the guests had launched into a panic, the guards and security inside were already organising the effort to get the guests upstairs. On the ground, Albert was surrounded by the rest of the military brass caring for his wound. A group of Imperial Guardsmen came and dragged him away upstairs.
Outside the firefight continued, with many green uniformed men on the ground, and the rest hiding behind the truck that took them here. On the other side of the house, Richard cursed himself as he ripped apart the branch that had fallen on him. He turned around as another group of rebellion men dressed in green presidential guard uniforms.
“Rich, are we extracting them?” One of them asked.
“No, they are as good as dead.” Richard said. He watched the ballroom as the guests rushed around finding cover. “Enter the complex, kill as many as you can, target the group of officers near the podium, the guys out front will keep the Imperial Guard busy.”
The men smiled their wicked smiles. “With pleasure sir.”
Inside, Jessica breathed rapidly as she searched around for her father, he wasn’t with Albert on the ground, and he wasn’t upstairs. She spotted her mother through the rest of the crowd, and pushed through them to get to her.
The two embraced as she saw a group of presidential guards making their way through the rear of the complex. Her mother turned around and spotted the guards as well. “Oh lord, help has finally arrived.”
Jessica grabbed her arm, “Wait, they don’t look like authorities.” She watched as one of them raised their rifle and fired through the glass doors, shattering them. The remaining officers who had gathered around Albert reached for their weapons, but were only able to field swords and cutlasses.
Jess screamed as the Presidential Guard made their way inside and started opening fire, targeting mainly the officers in the middle. The youngest amongst them fought back with steel against gunpowder, however, those older whose joints had withered away had bullets torn through them.
Any Imperial Guard who ran down to the commotion were cut down, unable to get a clear shot. Meanwhile, in the front gardens the situation has been all but contained. Most of the attackers had either fled, or been killed with the rest surrendering. The Imperial Guard forced the surrendering men onto the ground and held them down with the ends of their rifles.
Carlton sighed as he slid the revolver back into his holster. He turned when the splintered wooden doors opened and a woman ran out. She fell into Ian’s arms, “They’re inside, They’re inside! They’ve taken your wife and daughter.”
Carlton looked inside, smoke was drifting from the main ballroom. He drew his pistol and called over several Imperial Guards. Inside the ballroom Jess had hid behind one of the many tables in the ballroom. She watched from under the tablecloth as the green clad men rounded up the remaining guests on the ground floor.
A group of Imperial Guards prevented them from getting to the upper floor. She gagged as she saw the assortment of military officers lying dead on the ground. The floor had been soaked in red. She picked up her gown and quietly slipped out one of the doors, and found herself in one of the many hallways of the building.
Outside, Richard heard the sounds of a group of horses approaching. He looked at the group of men inside. Deciding that it would be foolish to try to warn them, he grabbed his rifle and left. Heading the opposite direction of the hill, and towards the main city again.
An Imperial Guard peaked around the corner before quickly drawing his head back. “A group of them at the centre, they have hostages.” He said. Ian joined them, his joints creaking as he squatted down. “Stay away from the door, they might shoot.” He said.
“Where are the guests being held?” Carlton asked. One of the guards pointed up a staircase, up there, “The guys are watching the stairs from the end of the hallway.” Carlton nodded.
“Okay, here’s what we do, someone go up there without getting shot and tell the guys up there to hold their positions, and make sure there are no other entrances to that corridor or the room which the guests are being held, the rest of us, we find a way to draw away those guys from the hostages, some of us will stay behind this door to draw their fire if needed.” Carlton looked around at the group of men gathered, “Understood?”
He looked at Ian, “Respectfully sir, I think you should go up and warn the guests.” Carlton said.
“I can agree with that notion.” He said, grunting as he stood up. Carlton peaked through a bullet hole in the door. He saw the bodies of several officers littering the floor. “S**t, we may be a bit too late.” He said to the guard captain who was chambering a revolver with a golden handle.
Jessica frantically ran through the endless hallways. She heard several voices coming from down the corridor. She stopped and held her breath, they were too far away to make out what they were saying. Jess heard the voices drawing nearer and pivoted to leave the corridor. In doing so, her foot got tangled in her extravagant ball gown causing her to veer over to the side and knock over a vase.
The sound of shattering glass filled the hallway drawing the unwanted attention of the Rebellion soldiers down the corridor. “Who goes there?” Came the shouts. Jess stumbled to her feet, gathering and cursing at her gown as one of the men rounded the corner. They made eye contact, Jess screamed and forced her way through a door.
She clambered over the bed, once again tripping over her ball gown and landed on the floor. The door opened and Jess froze, she used a small frame to dip her head below the bed frame. From a mirror, angled at the corner of the room, Jess could see her pursuer. He was a tall man, who carried his rifle loosely by his side, his finger on the trigger. His uniform was dishevelled, as was his hair and his mannerisms. Whoever he was, he was no member of the elite Presidential Guard.
“She’s in here.” He called down the hallway. Jess closed her eyes stifling a whimper as the rest of the group entered. There were three of them, hand over mouth and tears rolling down her eyes. She silently recited a prayer in her head.
Carlton peaked around the corner, his hand on his pistol as he saw two men making their way to a single room. There was no sign of the woman who had screamed. He studied the group, all had the green coat of the Presidential Guards, but only now did Carlton realise their dishevelled state, some were missing the crosses and waistbands, as well as their caps and red stripes down the pant legs. “Bloody fakes,” he said to himself.
He considered leaving them when he heard a commotion, followed by a woman screaming, the same scream from before.
Jessica clawed at the man who had grabbed her, fearing for her life. The man who grabbed her threw her on the bed. She brought her legs up to protect her chest. He raised the end of his rifle to thrust it into her skull when a pistol was fired.
Raising his pistol Carlton entered the room and fired at one of the men. He grunted as the pistol was knocked out of his hands by another assailant that he hadn’t seen. Carlton rolled across the floor and drew out his father’s sword, its steel edge glinting, even in the dim room lights. Carlton assessed the two men, one was short and carried a limp, the other was a tall, lean-looking fellow.
The way the taller one carried himself, Carlton suspected he had more experience in combat. Carlton saw the shorter one’s eyes darting towards a rifle on the floor. When he reached for it, Carlton leapt forward with the sword and sliced down, drawing a gash on the man’s arm. He yelped as the steel edge cut cleanly through his skin.
Carlton ducked under a swipe from the taller man and swiped his legs away from underneath him. With the taller man tripping over his own limbs Carlton brought the sword up to the shorter guy’s neck and sliced through it. As he stumbled back clutching at his neck, Carlton jumped up at him, thrusting the blade through the man’s body. He gasped once more before he collapsed.
Carlton bent down to grab his pistol and pivoted to parry another blow from the taller fellow. Carlton ducked again and swiped at his stomach. Poorly parrying the swipe, the blade instead cut through his thigh. He let out a stifled scream as he thrusted a foot into Carlton’s back sending him across the room.
Jess screamed, and covered her ears as the gunshot was fired. She closed her eyes as she heard blood splattering over the walls and the sounds of men screaming in pain. She opened her eyes just as she saw a Navy officer slicing a man’s neck with the tip of his sword. She gagged as the officer stepped forward pushing the sword into his abdomen before bending down to pick up a handgun.
She watched as the officer effortlessly pivoted and raised the sword, now dripping in blood to block it. Jessica gasped as she recognized the officer as Carlton, the man whom she was dancing with only a few minutes ago. She saw Carlton get thrown across the room by the lanky man who had grabbed her earlier. He turned and ran towards her, she screamed as she was grabbed and turned around. She felt the cold edge of a knife pressed against her throat.
Carlton turned around to see the tall man holding a knife to Jessica’s neck. Nervousness flashed across his face, but he fought down the rising fear in his stomach. He kept his hand at his pistol, currently sitting in its holster. Jessica let the tears freely roll down her eyes. The sword in Carlton’s hand was covered in blood, slowly dripping onto the soft carpet.
“Drop your weapon.” The tall man said.
“Let her go!” Carlton replied/
“Drop the gun, and I’ll release her.” He said. Pushing the knife closer to Jessica’s neck. Jess held her breath as the blade drew nearer to her neck.
Carlton closed his eyes, then reopened them, the right side of the man’s face was exposed, with the rest hiding behind Jessica’s hair. Still, after all the stress, silky smooth and glowing.
“Jessica, close your eyes.” Carlton said, his hand drawing closer to his gun.
“What?” She said softly.
In one swift motion, Carlton drew his pistol, aimed and fired at the man’s head. Jessica screamed as the bullet travelled past her head and hit the man. The man released her as he collapsed into a heap at her feet.
Carlton blew the smoke away from his gun before holstering it again. Jessica watched, eyes still brimming with tears as Carlton cleaned his sword by swiping his fingers against the blade. He returned it to its sheath and then looked Jess in the eyes. Jess forced the rest of the tears out of her eyes and looked at Carlton.
His hair, only a few minutes ago when they were dancing, was perfect, combed in straight lines. Now only a mottled mess. He stepped closer and reached out with his bloodied hands. Jessica stepped back, tripping over dead bodies. She yelped as she spun around, before returning her attention to Carlton.
He stopped and looked at his hands. They were covered in blood. He let out short, sharp wobbled breaths. “It's me, Jessica.”
Jessica tried her best to not look at the bodies around her, the blood on the walls or the human flesh on the ground. She looked at Carlton and remembered the man she had been dancing with a few hours ago. Jessica closed her eyes and let Carlton embrace her, she collapsed his shoulder and let out some silent tears.
Post by Newfoxia suppressed by Kolch.
Somewhere I a underground bunker in the Newfoxian countryside President Victor Halworth and his right hand man Stephan Berins are planning their coup against the Parliament. Victor Halworth is elected president again after he managed to use his mafia connections to win votes, he is tall and skinny, his face is pale and his eyes are blue, his right hand man Stephan Beris is a fat man whit little hair on his head and a skinny mustache. The two men hate the Parliament and want the absolute power in Newfoxia.
"How much people we have behind us?" Asked President Halworth, his voice heavy like iron and authoritarian shaking the air in the bunker whit each word
" 20,000 for now sir" said Bernis, his voice sounded like the voice of a evil goblin and his eyes glowed whit malice and evil.
"That is not enought!" Said President Halworth in a higher tone which shook Beris
"We need more support if we want to pull this off!" Continued the evil President "Who supports us?" He asked, the question hung in the air unanswered for a few seconds until Beris answered " some citizens, a few thousand soldiers and some police men from the capital"
This seemed to make the wicked politician who Beris served start to think
" we need more support from the army" he finally said
"How do we do that" asked Beris
"We will make the army like us, we will try to make them hate the Parliament, we will make them see us as the only ones that can save this god forsaken nation" Said the tyrannical President whit a evil grin. This was the end of the meeting the two men parted ways preparing for their take over. And above the bunker the Population of Newfoxia slept unknowing what the tyrant and his minion were planning that night.
Post by Newfoxia suppressed by Kolch.
Today is the day, after much political rallied and faje promised Halworh has rallied 500,000 soldiers to join his coup and storm the capital, but thanks to a Mole among the soldiers the Parliament was prepared the remaining 600,000 soldiers loyal to the Parliament plus some militias are ready to fight Halworth in a brital and bloody Civil war. We askVandurg for help to stop the tyrant named Victor Halworth
Marshal Olekov’s Great Escape (Pt. 3)
(1910)
As the Master of The Wardrobe disappeared off down the corridor, Olekov gave pursuit. His arm, with its severed bicep, dangled limply at his side. It then seemed as if the pain suddenly caught up to him; he winced and clattered against the wall. He cursed and heaved himself forward, after Shen.
Staggering now, his eyes went wild: those gaunt sockets were cavernous and his blue irises shone like sapphires deep within them. They flitted this way and that, into rooms and out again, looking and looking for his prey, who he now believed held some secret knowledge of where the D’yavod was stored.
He shook his head as his vision began to fail him; those doorways became a multitude, the path before him wavered like a river, and he stepped along it as if he truly believed it to be one; his gait was at once absurd yet seemingly carefully placed. The lamp-light down the corridor became too much for him to bear and he blinked feverishly against their glow; he hissed and spat at them and then he unbuttoned his officers tunic and went on using it as a shield for his eyes. He ran forward blindly, crashing from one wall into the other, until he heard a voice from ahead.
“Olekov!” it said.
The marshal stopped and peered round his false shield. Shen was standing there, holding a sword, and, with him, was a palace guard.
“Get back to your room, you mad man. I will send for someone to look at your arm, but you must abide by Lord Tseun’s orders and stay there,” Shen said.
Olekov looked at him, then to the guard, then back at Shen. “Bah, you stabbed me. Don’t think I’m going to forgive that, I’ll kill you and I’ll kill you too.” He pointed at the guard.
Shen frowned and looked over his shoulder. “What did you say?”
“I said I’ll kill the both of you—tear out your throats!”
“You’re seeing things, man. The devil’s powder’s broken your mind once and for all.”
“You can’t intimidate me! You glorified watchman!”
Shen, again, looked behind him and seemed to grow afraid. “Stop it now. There’s no one there. Go back to your room.”
In that section of the corridor, the lamps were positioned behind Olekov and cast his shadow forward, over the guard; and that man, who Shen strangely denied the existence of, simply smiled at Olekov.
The Marshal breathed heavily, his finger wavered in the air. The three men stood in silence and the lick of the lamp-flames was all that could be heard.
Olekov suddenly gasped. The guard’s whole body, his clothes, and his sentry’s spear seemed to darken; he seemed to disappear into Olekov’s shadow, as a man sinking into a black ocean might. He watched it happen as clear as day. His lip started to tremble and he dropped his arm. Shen backed away and the guard darkened until he disappeared entirely, leaving just the marshal’s shadow laying on the floor.
Then, nothing happened. The two men stood apart; shen looking as if he was ready to bolt at a moment’s notice and Olekov, muttering something untenable through trembling lips, staring, all the while, at the floor where his shadow lay.
“No!” he suddenly yelled and, to Shen, he seemed, in that moment, to have truly lost his mind, for he started whimpering and staring straight ahead, wide eyed, at nothing at all. But, to Olekov, his own shadow seemed to arise and stand directly before him: a spectre as dark as the abyssal plains of man’s darkest imagining, with eyes barely discernible but yet more abyssal than that.
Olekov shrieked again—this time wordlessly—as those eyes lit up in a flame so terrible that he thought his very own soul had caught light and would be burnt up and left as ash. Shen dropped his sword at that and ran the opposite way.
The marshal ran; he ran like a man possessed. He turned back but once and saw the deep in the shape of a man sprinting close behind him. He felt its breath, he felt its fingers stretching out, brushing his skin as he fled just out of reach. Its presence was like that of a cloud: all enveloping, choking, blinding. The palace passageways swam before him; the floor undulated and sank and rose underfoot and he thought he would soon fall—he knew he would fall.
He ran into a large room; it was a junction for several corridors and had a stained glass dome in the ceiling: a depiction of a peacock. It was there that he tripped and fell. The terrible thing that had pursued him would surely catch him, and so, he submitted. He rolled flat onto his back, his chest heaving for breath, his arms out wide in the attitude of a crucifix, his head tilted back and his eyes fixed on the way he’d just come from.
The walls of that passage seemed to foreshorten as he stared down it, and the inverted corner at the end drew up merely a few feet before him. He awaited the end, but no end came. His own shadow had left him. But, still he panted and still he felt afraid. It was then that he looked skywards and that fear was sapped out of him. Marshal Olekov lay there and, for the first time in a long time, looked up.
He saw the sun shoot past like a fireball and cast its rays through the stained glass dome—undulating all the colours of the rainbow—and then the moon came, in dull silver, and projected the same array but of that differing hue; a million stars went by, like they were rotating on a disk. Those holes in the heavens became like drawn out sparks: threads of an order unknowable to mere men cascading overhead in magnificent arcs; and the sky then burnt with a celestial fire—heaven was alive beyond the darkness of the present—and Olekov watched on with his mouth agape, lying there below that great dance which played out thirty-nine times more, and he muttered these simple words in his native tongue: “Ты прекрасен, о Господь.”
Post by Vandurg suppressed by Kolch.
diplomat grontson sends a message to your government "our government forces will be arriving in a week when we do we will be bringing our armoured cars witch will take a while to load we could send only infantry and shorten the time wait to 3 days or you could get vandurg armour cars".
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