A time Of Chaos

[LaBohemia]

Elizavetta and Quintus returned to La Bohemia because of a crisis. Fearing for the worse. the people crowned Eliza Queen and Quintus King.

Eliza was running ragged one more, trying to find a dress and think of a solution. Apparently a raid was brought onto one of the villages, killing most of the villagers, by a residing country. The village was taken over, and her Guard was cut in half due to deaths of trying to get it back.

[Samurkhan]

Quintus - who had low blood sugar problems and had been in a coma for a long time - was in total shock as he emerged with his wife Eliza. He was shocked to find himself king of La Bohemia, and was uncertain about how things were in his homeland of Samurkhan.

[LaBohemia]

Eliza was running down the hall when she bumped into her husband.
"Oh sorry dear! The raid is moving towards the capital.. And Im uncertain what to do. Ive sent my whole guard, and only half came back.." she said, and basicially fell againest the wall, putting her head in hands. "Do you know anything we can do..?"

[Samurkhan]

Quintus, whose aloof demeanor allowed him to always appear in control of his emotions, replied "I know not what we can do. I am afraid even my understanding of the situation is minute. However, it appears as if we can stay here and make a noble stand that will probably lead in our death, or flea toward Samurkhan while we try to regroup. I leave the decision to you. However, I am not one to retreat. Who is conducting this raid anyway?"

[LaBohemia]

Eliza looked up to Quintus.

"A man named Arthur Mitunski. He was a captain in my guard, till we had to release him for harming villagers. Now, hes came back for revenge. And possibly for me. He always spoke of marrying me so he could become king. But hes late for that. I have truely found my soulmate." she smiled.

[Samurkhan]

Quintus pondered the situation.

"Well, now with only half your guard, what sort of chance to we have against this Mituski if set up a defensive here?"

[LaBohemia]

"Well not much of a chance. Hopefully my fighting and shooting skills will pay off."

[Samurkhan]

"Well, if we do not have much of a chance, perhaps we should flea toward Samurkhan. I'm not sure of the political situation there recently because of my coma, but perhaps it will be a good place far away to regroup. However, we might appear as if we are fleeing in cowardness."

[La Habana]

OOC: What is this "Propsperity" of which you speak?

[Samurkhan]

OOC: ha, yeah actually...what prosperity has returned? This is a civil war...

[LaBohemia]

She thought for a moment.

"What if we sent a distraction and then left?"

[Samurkhan]

"What sort of distraction?"

[La Habana]

OOC: ha, yeah actually...what prosperity has returned? This is a civil war...

OOC: I didnt say 'Prosperity', i said 'Propsperity'..........................................

[Samurkhan]

OOC: Point taken. That is quite a glaring spelling mistake. However, I think with the fact there is no return to "prosperity" in this thread it makes as much sense to have a return to "propsperity."

[LaBohemia]

OOC: There, now its fixed xD

[Samurkhan]

OOC: Thank you for fixing. I hope I did not appear to much of a prick about it.

[LaBohemia]

OOC: Nope not at all.

[Samurkhan]

"I could take a small group of your guard members up to me to try an ambush the approaching army of Mitunski. I doubt we will be able to do much damage to their forces, but maybe we could create enough of a distraction for you and your remaining guard to flea to Samurkhan. I'm sure my uncle Prince Fabian will be able to offer you some assistance - though he has no real standing army," Quintus said, "I better leave now to assemble my unit."

[LaBohemia]

Eliza looked at Quintus with awe, but shook herself out of it.
"Are you sure? I mean will you be okay?"

[Chezchopoland]

lulz

[Samurkhan]

OOC: Understand the lulz, it's a bit daytime tele.

IC: Quintus looked at Eliza, "Well, I have no idea whether I will be alright. I suppose that there is a rather good chance that I will die or be badly injured, but sometimes rulers must do this for their country. It is our duty. Perhaps now will be the time I grew up in a nation other than Samurkhan: where we learn nothing about being a soldier, but instead learn to be philosophers. However, this die is quite cast." He kissed Eliza and then ran out to summon half the guard. He would hopefully get into a strategic position before Mituski's men reached the capitol. Urban warfare seemed like it would be better than a pitched battle. Yet, escape would be difficult.

[LaBohemia]

Elizavetta nodded to Quintus, kissed him back, and yet again was on the run. Taking the rest of the guard, they boarded a military jet, and fled to Samurkhan.

Leaving La Bohemia, Eliza sighed fearing she would loose Quintus, or even their country.

[Samurkhan]

Quintus, who was far from a skilled soldier, gathered a small group of the La Bohemian guard. They set up a perimeter in a more crowded part of the city and lay in wait for the rebel curr Mituski's forces. Eventually they came. For Quintus, the battle was short. Uncertain how to fire his weapon correctly, the backlash broke his collarbone and knocked him unconscious. The rest of the guard were killed in a skirmish that lasted little over an hour. No one thought to look for an unconscious prince and Mituski's forces moved on.

[LaBohemia]

One of Elizas ladies had snuck of the plane, eager to find and possibly kill Mitsuki. She knew she was risking her life, but it was for her Queen. She took one of the dead soldiers guns, going off to pick off some of the soldiers.

[Samurkhan]

Receiving a communique, Prince Fabian Qa'Tark prepared himself for the arrival of the La Bohemian refugees.

"I really have no idea what they expect of us in terms of assistance. I fear all we can give them is refuge," said Prince Qa'tark to his head philosopher Desmond Desmond.