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imperial_stage2011-11-27 05:15 pm
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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.
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.