imperial_stage | Ringford in Flames

Ringford in Flames

Who: Millennium, Ringford, and those that would defend the fairies
Where: Ringford
When: Sometime after the Winter Court
What: Fairy Genocide

A small fleet of airships have been flying towards Britain for the last few days. Finally, they've crossed the border and without any sign of struggle from opposing kingdoms. Bradley has done his part for the Major by clearing a way into the kingdom. He mustn't fail the Fuhrer now. Not when he and his Millennium faction was given so much confidence in succeeding with this mission. The Major sits in his captain's seat within the airship's bridge. He leans down on his seat with both arms resting beside him.

His soldiers are all organized into lines in front of the Major, waiting for an opening speech before the war starts. As the airship approaches Ringford, the Major stands up from his seat and begins his speech.

"Friends... You have heard our Emperor's delusions about attaining peace and tranquility. The Winter Court was organized to emphasize this message. And as you know, I and the Werwolf Division gave ourselves invitations and attended the festivities. Do you wish to know what I have seen in the Imperial City?

As I've walked through the streets, I saw a little man stab a watchman again and again. It was as if red flowers bloomed with each pierce and petals, oh, the petals danced through the air and splattered the snow, the mage's robes, and the poor watchman's dead corpse. I heard screams and shouts of noblemen from down the hall in my hotel that were silenced by what could only be an assassin and his knife. Even those closest to the Emperor, while hailing peace and the necessity of discourse, would utilize the power of the coin to crush their political rivals.

Peace has long vanished from this Earth since the dawn of man. Would you like to know when the most peaceful times were in this Earth? It was when flames bathed all corners of the globe. The so-called "peace" in such a time is unparalleled to any period in time or history that a human so much as breathed on the world.

We will never have peace, my friends. And if peace should ever be brought, it will be when every last human being and animal have been wiped out from the face of this earth and the world is once again bathed in flames. In order to achieve that, conflict is necessary. War must be fought time and time again until there is nothing left whatsoever. Then, my friends... shall we show those fools in the imperial city just how it is that we would make peace?

Yes! Let us return this world to flames starting with the Kingdom of Ringford! They've lied in isolation for thousands of years, hoping to avoid being pulled into the violent affairs of man. They are quite adept with hunting animals with those bows and arrows and pitiful weapons of theirs, but... they have yet to face against the most brutal, relentless animal known to this world: man. And we of the Millennium faction, the Last Battalion, are men who only know struggle, of war, of krieg.

I bring to you friends, a massacre. A feast that you should enjoy to the fullest. Show our pretty, little friends how weak that they have grown... how wrong it was to avert their eyes from the affairs of man. Make them regret their final moments as you throw your swords into their throats.

Now, gentlemen..."

On cue, a soldier arrives with a tray holding a single glass of champagne. The rest of the soldiers facing the Major hold theirs up as well. The blonde, portly man grabs his glass and raises it into the air.

"... Slaughter and rape to your hearts' content. Kill and be killed. Let us have a toast..."

The airships, as they stopped just above Ringford, began to prepare their initial barrage of explosives. The doors opened for the rockets to shoot forward.

"... to our genocide and the war that begins here and now, forevermore."

The Major extends his arm out and releases his grasp on his wine-filled glass, allowing it to fall towards the floor. The soldiers mimic the Major's gesture and as the wine glass falls to the earth and shatters...

the bombs are prepared and the fleet of airships simultaneously release them. Blazing through the air, they all drop down towards every inch of the forest. Columns of smoke and flames rise into the air with mixtures of ashes carried in the winds. Soldiers rushed from the bridge and to the loading bay where machines of war would usually be held. The Major, however, did not requisition any golem, war wagon, or anything of the like to assist him in this war. All he had were his troops.

And it was his troops that began leaping out as the compartments of the airships opened. Surprisingly, without any support, the armored men would all land safely on the grounds of the burning forest and the genocide would begin. The Major sat back in his chair, looking out into the windows as the Kingdom of Ringford has reached its final minutes.

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The fresh smell of napalm and fire spread through the air like a plague through a small village. Flames consumed the trees, plants, and even animals that stood in their path. But that was merely the tip as of the iceberg as hundreds of troops reigned from the sky towards their destination. They all were eager and excited to start the war, to rip apart their new enemies lib from lib. To destroy, burn, and crush anything and everything in their path. As the final troop landed, they all stood at attention.

And soon, a hatch on one of the airships flew open, and a figure descended from it at breakneck speeds, yet managing to stay perfectly still in the air, before flipping stiffly a few times in the air. He landed right in front of the army with a loud thump, the tails of his coat rippling in the wind. The Captain stood up and raised his hand, and the troops stood still. But they didn't stay that way for long, as he brought his hand down and charged for the kingdom, the army right behind him, armed to the teeth.

As a rule, Mokou doesn't pick sides when it comes to politics. After long enough in the realm, all the different sides start to look too similar for that. But picking on the defenseless is where she draws the line.

Which is why the Captain's path was rather suddenly impeded with a tornado of flames, twice the height of a man.

A pillar of flames would shock anyone, but the Captain regards it with that expressionless face he always does. Still, that fire was unexpected. Sure, the place was IN FLAMES, but the positioning of it was off. He knew this, so he looked in all directions to discover the location of whoever was causing this, magic wasn't all that uncommon after all. After a pause, he signaled the troops to go on without him, get around the flames by whatever means necessary. He'd find out what was causing this.

He didn't need to look long, as the tornado shortly hurled itself forwards, tearing directly towards the Captain and whatever forces were behind him. Standing at the center of where it had been, hands in her pockets, was what looked like a girl in her early twenties, apparently unharmed by the flames.

She met the Captain's eyes. "I thought men in this era prized chivalry and honor."

Yet another dodge would be in order to avoid the flames. This was starting to get annoying. However, whatever feelings the Captain had at that moment were shattered when he recognized the woman's voice...and then when he say her for the first time in hundreds of years. The emotion he was feeling now was surprise, but he while he kept it in check, it was noticeable.

Reading the expression, Mokou sifted through centuries of memories, trying to place the Captain's face. It had been a brief encounter, but...

"Looks like you didn't find what you were looking for. At least this means that neither of us have to hold back."

The Captain merely looked at her, his red eyes meeting her own. Finally, he shook his head. There would be no holding back. Perhaps this would be the fight that finally ends him, just the thought of it got his blood pumping. He gestured to his men, before wagging his finger in a "tsk, tsk" manner to the woman. He then pointed to her, then finally to himself. The message was clear, ignore his men. Fight him one on one.

Mokou hesitated, thinking of the damage that was being done to Ringford, but the less distractions she had, the longer she'd be able to keep this one busy. He didn't seem much for words anymore, so she just nodded.

Hands still in her pockets, she waited for hi to make the first move.

He wasn't much for words anymore, they were of no use to him. He instead tended to focus his attention on other things, like his new opponent. The men had left to wage war, and he was here hoping to fight and die. To him, this was far better than genocide. If she had lived this long, it meant she was an immortal like him, and that she could possibly kill him.

However, now was not the time for hoping, it was the time for action. His first hand went to the brim of his cap, which he remove and dropped to the side of him. He then removed his overcoat, revealing him to be shirtless...but he looked fairly normal.

...until mist emitted from his body. In fact...parts of it seemed to be his body, as it changed...

And finally, the mist expanded and separated from his body, separating his body, when it swirled around again, a giant white wolf with the same red eyes stood in front of Mokou. His wolf form was out.

Finally, he charged at her with breakneck speeds.

Mokou didn't waste any time countering the charge. She drove one fist into the ground, sending forth a lightning-fast shockwave out in a line towards the monster.

Where the shockwave passed, the ground shattered and let forth great surges of flame from beneath its surface.

The Captain will not stop his charge, and will jump over the shockwaves and plow through the fire, the flames burning his so-called "fur". However, a shift of the mist making up his body, and he no worse for the ware. He opens his mouth, revealing massive fangs before lunging at her again, ready to bite her.

Mokou only dodges far enough to avoid a strike to the neck - the Captain's teeth do meet flesh, but on her left shoulder instead.

Then again, Mokou's an immortal, so she can take that, can't she? Barely slowed down by the grievous injury, the girl delivers a white-hot lance of flame from her right hand, at point blank range, directly against the side of the Captain's head.

The lance connects, not a surprise considering how close he was to Mokou. With a snarl, the Captain stumbles back, as literally half his wolfish face is missing. The mist changes of his body changes, working to regenerate his wound. Despite the face that it managed to regenerate, there was still blood on his face.

Another shift of the mist, and he returned to his human form, aiming a powerful kick right for her throat.

Schrodinger stays behind on the open airship, looking down at the burning forest and descending fleet. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he looks back at the Major briefly before stepping overboard himself.

But he has no plans to fight, disappearing from mid-air and reappearing elsewhere on the field. Schrodinger's only intentions are to sit back and watch a war be waged. He draws a knee up against his chin, folding his arms around his leg to keep it close. Casually, he watched with a smug, satisfied smile.

Sometimes he wished he could fight with the rest of them, but knowing it was he who had followed that Fairy here, rooted out their location, and helped make this war possible...that was satisfying enough.

Of course, as far away from the center of the battle as he was, he was an easy target. After all, he was still close enough to see the pain on every soldier's face. The sweat bead on their foreheads. The blood pool at their feet.

"It's like a play."

The attack had come suddenly, giving the fairy queen little time to prepare. She did not have to ask who was here on her doorstep, although King Bradley's troops had quite a bit more firepower than before. Keeping relatively calm, she started calling out orders.

"Air troops, attack the ships. Fire everything that we have at them, we must secure the skies. Clear a path that I may use; we shall take the battle to them. Ground troops, focus on putting out the flames and choking off the insurgents. We must not let them in the castle. My personal guards will find the princess Mercedes. Make sure that she is found and is safe."

Given the orders, her military surged into action, fairies spilling from the castle and taking flight, a blanket of fiery bolts flying at the air ships. Those on the ground would be met with dwarven soldiers with large hammers and copious amounts of armor. Elfaria, however, waited in the castle. While she did not show it, she was worried both for her kingdom as well as for her daughter.

The Huntress watched as her comrades fell from the ships to cause chaos below. As she watched, she hummed to herself while hands stroking the barrel of a flint lock long musket as she loaded it with powder and shot.

Rip wasn't to join the battle on the ground. No, she had another task. A rather important task. She was to prevent anything from reaching her Major's beloved air ships.

The shot slid down the metal barrel before she started to tap it down. Her humming became louder until she started to sing! An old war song fell from her lips, her sweet voice carrying the words and filling the air around her as sapphire eyes narrowed. The first sign of Enemies approaching from the ground and she was ready.

The huntress giggled as she leveled her gun and took aim with its sight.

A little more.. There!

A single shot rang out from the flagship. Rip watched with glee as several fairies dropped. Already she was loading and taking aim again. Her part of the Opera was about to begin~.

The song was chilling, managing to pierce through the chaos, accentuating the scene before them. The first shot rang true, taking out a group of fairies rather decisively. However, more came to take their place, letting loose arrows from every which direction. They may have had superior weaponry, but that would not would the fairy kingdom's spirits.

The song grew to a frantic height as she loaded her musket and let off another shot then another! More and more of the airborne fairies fell as Rip defended the airships.

Her attacks came rapidly, following the rise of the song as she lost herself to their dying screams! What a wondrous symphony of death~! It made her heart soar and her body feel so alive! To watch them fall like bloody raindrops from the sky- there was no better sight!

Carnage was her calling~ her passion.

By the time Integra had figured out just what was going on, it was far too late to run back to Delacroix and tell him of her findings. She'd been given orders not to engage, and yet how could she NOT? In this state, the fairies were defenseless. In her place, she had sent one of her best, most reliable men back to report for her. No, her place was not at Delacroix's side, her place was here.

She stood atop a fallen tree, the breeze blowing through her long blonde locks. What few men she'd taken all stood faithfully behind her, awaiting her orders, guns and swords at the ready. Reaching into one of her pockets, she pulled out one of her most beloved items of all, a cigar. She also retrieved a small match box and quickly lit up, inhaling the delicious cancer. It wasn't often she smoked infront of anyone, keeping the habit to herself, but she wasn't in the Church right now. She was readying herself for battle.

"Gentlemen," she began, finally exhaling, a stream of white smoke streaming from her nostrils and disappearing into the air as she began to speak again. "there are many of them, and yet there are few of us. I will not lie, some of you may die here today. If this were a perfect world, we would defeat our enemy with what little we have, and we, along with the fairies, would escape unharmed."

Jumping from the tree, she began to walk across the grass, surveying the damage. She could hear the screams of horror and anguish, the confused sobs. The smoke was getting heavy, and the heat from the flames was stifling. Integra had never experienced this sort of thing before, but she was far from intimidated. She'd been somewhat prepared for this sort of thing from day one.

"But as you can see, this is not a perfect world. Gentlemen, today I have the privilege of fighting and possibly dying with you," she stated slowly, withdrawing her sword and pointing it towards the chaos just ahead. "Your orders are simple; destroy the enemy at hand! Protect as many innocent lives as you can, while guarding your own! Hellsing does not run from their enemies, if today is the day we die, then so be it!"

Her words had her men cheering and saluting, apparently in agreement. "May God be with you! Now GO!"

With a shout of 'AMEN!', the ten men she'd brought rushed off into battle, knowing that this would not be an easy fight. Dropping the remains of her cigar, she snuffed it out, and set off to join her men in battle. She was not alone, though... she could feel her trump card stirring.

Alucard never questioned the decisions of his Master. If there is a battle she is passionate about, he'll follow her and do her bidding. He is her servant and anything she orders him to do, he'll do it as long there will be a promising action of bloodshed and taking a life by might and force. If it's her desire to smote her enemies, he'll be her lance. He cares not if it's for a higher purpose or a selfish purpose. He knew this crusade would cause her trouble with the leader of the Church. What his name again? Oh, yeah, Delacroix, but he cares not.

From a tower of darkness, the shadows materialized and Alucard appeared solidly by her side. He took a bow. "Your orders for me, my Master?" He need specific orders. After all, she know what he is. If she doesn't give specific orders and isn't careful with her words, he'll have free reign over the battlefield.

And that includes devouring everyone in sight, including her men by accident. Once he starts with his loaded guns, he's an unstoppable killing machine.

Ah, the man of the hour. She paused in her steps, glancing at the vampire as he bowed beside her. Her most faithful agent of all, but perhaps that was because he had no other choice. Still... at least she knew he wouldn't die.

"I want you to destroy the enemy at hand, my Servant. Leave no survivors, unless you happen upon their leader," she began, turning her gaze back to the chaos infront of them. "I will release your level one restrictions for this battle, should you need more power than that, I will grant it to you."

Making sure her cigar was properly buried beneath the soil, she frowned. "Protect what innocents you can, and keep an eye on the men. This is a lot to ask of you, but I know you better than anyone else, and I know that you are up to this task."

That is quite lot of ask from the King of Darkness. It's like you're asking him to do good instead of evil! Protect the innocents? Keep an eye on her beloved men? A very long time ago, he would just rush forth into battle, go berserk, and just kill everyone - his enemies, his men, the steeds that carries the warriors to war, everyone. He makes no distinction as to who is going to get hurt and who is going to die. If they were in his way, they'll just have to die anyway and go to the darkness or to Valhalla (if they're lucky not to get eaten by berserk Alucard).

He hesitated, holding back the laugh that is on the verge to burst forth from the depths of his throat. "Master, you're too much." After all, she asking him to have self-restraint. But then again, he remembered the struggle she went through under the Church rule just to keep him subdued while he was sleeping in the basement. Unlike her father, She gave him quite a lot of freedom when she liberated him from his prison.

"But all right. Level One is actually too much." He said, his tone is strangely fatherly. "This is only a rescue mission for the faeries after all. Level 3 to 2 is sufficient."

As the two continued speaking, two figures appeared from the flames of Ringford. They were knights, soldiers of the Millennium faction, whose armors were all caked with the blood of fairies. Their faces were hidden, but there was no doubting their sheer excitement from the way that they moved. They both carried the standard sword and shield that they were prepared to use to slice down Alucard and Integra.

"Hey, you two don't look like fairies... hell, maybe we'll have more fun cutting through you! It's never fun when it's just so easy," a knight cackled as he approached. The other laughed alongside his companion.

"I have a secondary order for you as well. Should you run into the Queen or the Princess, make sure to evacuate them immediately," she replied sternly, her eyes drifting up to the zepplins hovering ominously above.

"I'm going to do what I can here--" she was cut off as two more voices rang out, ans he glanced over at the fools that approached. Pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she glared. "--you head up ahead. Hn, and don't worry about these two, I can handle them."

With that, she stepped ahead of Alucard, rolling her shoulders. "Easy, you say? You have no idea who you are dealing with, do you?"

The vampire glanced up and saw the zepplin. The huge hand guns were whipped out from his sleeve like magic. They are locked and loaded with explosive ammo. They are Joshua and Jackal. Although they are made to put the undead to rest, they are made "Quite a feat if I can reach the queen on time. But it's nothing I can't handle."

Of course, just to ruin her fun, he took action and pushed the trigger to fire two shots. The bullets are aiming straight toward the target which is at their weakspots, their neck, where there is an opening.

These vampires weren't briefed on the existence of Alucard quite yet. There was, after all, not much of a need and quite frankly, the Major felt it would be better if the men found out for themselves. With their enhanced speeds, the vampires dodge the bullets thankfully only for their arms to be hit and bloodied. As much as it hurts, it doesn't stop them quite yet. The men notice where Alucard is aiming, but brush his actions aside as coincidence. Surely he didn't know that they were vampires. Either way, if the neck is where he's aiming, they ought to be careful. They couldn't have known, though. Millennium's experiments are a well-kept secret.

"A bitch and a mutt who lost there way, what else could you be!?" cried out one of the men, rushing towards the two and once they're close enough, they would swing their blades with all their might, remove their helmets, and sink their fangs deeply into their flesh.

Nothing gets Alucard's rage pumping like a low-class freak calling his Master a bitch. He's not going to stop and asked to repeat what they said. They're the mince meat of the Millennium army. Auras of darkness formed around his body and become thickening taking a shape of a Hellhound, Baskerville. He charged forward in battle without a moment's hesitation.

Usually, Alucard would let the enemy strike the first blow and pierce his body with their blades and bullets, but he was too enraged that his Master was insulted. Removing their helmets is a big mistake. Before they even stepped close to his Master, Alucard's quick feet was close enough to shove the tips of his guns into their mouths and pull the trigger to blow them their brains and their skulls apart. His bullets are made of silver, blessed by the church, each rounds have explosive mercury tips.

"We're Hellsing," she answered simply, not bothering to move since her vampire decided to strike first. She merely watched, calm as ever, as her vampiric servant attempted to blow their brains out with the Casull and the Jackal.

Far far away, Avshar watches watches the battle through a scrying spell. It was a calculated risk. A sufficiently skilled mage might be able to detect his spell, but with things as they were they were probably preoccupied, and anyways all he was doing for now was watching.

Behind his mantling, the Wizard Prince smiled as fairies died. The fire of war had been lit in Ringford, and soon would spread to all of Dagaria. This time it looked like the game was going to be interesting. Oh yes.

Waka jumped through the fairy ring, throwing off his cloak to free himself as he zipped from branch to branch, using his senses to guide himself through to the burning city of the fair folk.

Hands out so that he shows that he means no harm, he announces himself. "Fairies of Ringford I know you are under siege and have no reason to trust an outsider, but I am not about to sit idly by and let them murder you all. Please, allow me to those who cannot fight out to safety." He exclaimed as an unwanted memory tickled the back of his mind.

He will never be a witness to another genocide as long as he breathes, he swore to himself.

Schrodinger's ears perked at this strange man's speech. Well now, wasn't he the knight in shining armor. Schrodinger just couldn't help himself: he took a moment to observe himself a bit closer to Waka before making his approach with a smile, palms up and held out in a sort of amused shrug.

"If they can't stop themselves from being murdered, that's their own fault, right?"

Waka turns when he heard that voice, and recognized the cat-eared boy. The question of what he was doing here was discard when he hears the callousness in those words.

"Then if I were to take your head, it would be solely your fault for not being able to stop it?" He countered as he unsheathes the blade, ready to fit while he honed his senses to detect any other enemies lurking close by.

Schrodinger held his hands up in his defense, smile stretching awkwardly at being caught so red-handed.

"Hey, hey now. That might be true, I won't argue with it, but why kill me? I'm not the one murdering fairies."

"Haha, but while you stand here talking to me, I can hear them screaming." As cruel as his words may be, his tone never stops sounding playful.

"Stay behind me." Waka warns the fairies as he rushes to make way for the fair folk, a sword drawn and aimed right at Schrodinger's throat. His movement was faster then it should be as if he was flying.

Schrodinger stays rooted in place, his eyes growing wide as the man rushes closer with his blade drawn. That smile never, ever leaves the cat boy's face; even as he remains completely prone to the attack, and even as he feels a slight tinge of disappointment knowing he'll be missing out on a few precious minutes of massacre sight-seeing.

It's Waka's choice if he wishes to lay the finishing blow right now or not.

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