Stories from Ordis - ORDIS ONLY

by **Kolintha** » Sun Nov 01, 2015 1:40 pm

Stories from Ordis

Welcome! Come and sit yourself down around our metaphorical campfire, and share with us your miscellaneous tales and snippets. For that is what this thread is for! Every bit of roleplay that doesn't fit neatly elsewhere should go here! This thread will essentially replace the diplomacy thread in the role of 'that one place where you can go if you wanna RP but writing 2000 words is too hard'. Use this to expand upon your nation's culture and society, or to show off your citizens' daily lives.

What should go here:

What shouldn't go here:

Thanks to Esquarium for the idea!

by **Khornera** » Sun Nov 01, 2015 2:31 pm

Decree issued to Commonwealth servicemen active in the Rhodisari theatre.

Translation:
Royal Decree of State.

To all servicemen currently deployed in the Rhodisari theatre.

Forward we march
To conquer those whom would defile the graves of our fathers
For the everlasting glory of the Commonwealth, flame of hope

To defend liberty and freedom for coming generations in Rhodisar, and to lay the groundworks for rebuilding efforts, all persons associated or sympathising with the Rhodisari Workers' Coalition for National Rejuvenation' are to be executed or arrested. Enlisted soldiers are to differ to the judgement of their superior officers in pursuit of this objective.

Refusal to comply is considered High Treason and a War Crime

by **Kolintha** » Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:46 am

Transliteration: Armiya Tsersyraven
Translation: Imperial Army

by **Chonbonea** » Tue Nov 03, 2015 6:03 am

The Barždas Kupramel
Providing you with two full humps of news!

Bentrevkus' porn star sons to stop filming in order to drop hottest Baltanic album of the year?

The Bentrevkus Trio, as Martin, Santan and Bartas Jr. are called, have been spotted driving around our fine City of Light, visiting various members of the musical elite of our state. When the Barždas Kupramel questioned these elite, it was revealed to this writer that the Bentrevkus Trio will soon be releasing their first official album. As all except Bartas Jr., the youngest of the three, have previously released a solo single or album, as in the case of Santan's 'I Pack It Bare', and have shown their musical prowess, expectations and mystery remain high for this musical piece of art.

What is known however is the three's rock hard work ethic and their ability to pounce through until the end. While they had been frequently seen when our Aristrocrat-Preacher Bentrevkus held banquets and other such situations, little was known about them until 2012, when they entered into contract with the controversial porn producer and distributor, Bentrevkus Universal Pornography. Within their contract, which this news provider was able to acquire in 2014, it was revealed that they were free to do whatever type of films they wanted but were paid a premium when doing movies together and even more when doing movies only with themselves.

The movies that came from this partnership have included such gems, such instant classics as the Submarine Sausage trilogy. While some figured that the three had simply decided upon this particular type of film career, insiders have told the Barždas Kupramel that they were hand-selected by their father, Aristocrat-Preacher Bartas Bentrevkus, to provide both a well-needed boost to the sales of Bentrevkus Universal Pornography and insight into the workings of the business, presumably to allow them a quick takeover of the company when Bartas Bentrevkus either retires, a situation that is deemed as possible as winning the lottery, or dies. While such a situation is hopefully far away, with the Aristocrat-Preacher having just celebrated his sixtieth birthday last year, it still allows one to speculate upon the possible reasons for the threesome's sudden departure from the adult entertainment industry.

When the Barždas Kupramel managed to corner Bartas Jr., he had this to say: While I cannot say much about the album, due to the contract that we have signed, I can say that it will live up to the hype that has been created around it. Honestly, it feels so good to work together with my brother, when we get together, the creative juices just start flowing, you know? And who knows, maybe we'll return to our previous career after a while and make even more people happy. Honestly, it has more a hobby than a job for me as you're essentially around and in people that you've known for your whole life and the whole ambiance is just happy, friendly, sexy. Can I go now or do you want that collector's box of Submarine Sausage signed? You're clinging it so tightly, as such.

The album, whose name has not been revealed yet but is rumoured to be 'Gelayme' or Luck, for those only capable in English, is available for pre-order at any Bentre-Prelimas Music stores at a cost of fifteen Svenkorunas. For those interested in it's release concert, tickets are now for sale on www.šodisco.chb, although demand may ensure that tickets are soon-to-be unavailable.

by **New Spanishland** » Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:22 pm

Name: Marco Estevez.
Age: 18.
City: New Horizon.
Level of Education: High School. (Lino Clemence High School)
Music: Rock, Punk-Rock, Pop, Classical.
Favorite Food: Lasagna (Homemade).

It's another day for me, another boring day, and when I say another I meant yesterday was boring but today may be different, oh yes! Let's get started:

My life is kinda normal, I'm 18 so I guess that life should begin here... I guess. Anyway.
I wake up at 7:00 a.m, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and take a shower; after that I go downstairs for breakfast, what would make a good meal? Let's check the fridge shall we?... Umm... We have cheese, ham, tomatoes, eggs, onions... We have a delicious omelette here! Cooking time!

After cooking, it's time to eat, Mmm ... This is excellent! It's 7:30, I will arrive early today, nothing like lazing around and talk with friends before school, right? I take my books, my school bag, my phone and leave the house.

Ahh! It's a nice day! A few clouds but the sky is blue as usual, I get a text from my mother (who works as a doctor in the Metropolitan Hospital):

"Your father will bring pizza and wine, he has conference on Friday and return on Monday, have a nice day sweetie!"

It is good news! Well, time to go! I ride my bike and went to school. Arriving at school I meet my friends Enrico, Rob and Petra ... Petra came today with jeans shorts and a red & black punk shirt ... Good outfit ... and attractive.

We talk our usual topics: video games, movies, anime (Ediozhki: RED ALERT), sports, food, alcohol ... My friends are the best.

The bell rang, class time, this day: Statistics.

Professor Marquina explained graphics and gave some exercises, left some homework. Then, Literature, Professor Estevez sent us to read a classic novel by Pablo Ricardos called "Villa Clara."

After classes I take leave of my friends and make my way home, when I return mom and dad already had the table ready for dinner, delicious pizza and excellent wine. Then I go to my room to watch some animes, play online for a longer sleep time!

So I end my day, if another day of life can be considered normal...

by **Kolintha** » Fri Nov 06, 2015 4:06 pm

In the beginning, the world was a black canvas, known as Hyur.
Nought stirred upon the Hyur for an eternity.
But then, with startling suddenness, two beings did come to be.
Shapeless at first, but soon, one of them, who called herself Elekseia, willed their images into existence.
Elekseia; a woman, bare and crowned with a halo of light.
And the other, Ntr; a bear, an eagle, and all noble beasts in one, infinite in bulk and majesty.
These were the first Zhunyv; the greater spirits; and they floated over the Hyur for many a year, as they debated what to do about the great blackness.
For they were sorrowful at not being able to bear witness to their own forms.
So Elekseia, who was filled with creativity and passion, painted unto the canvas with her will, crystallized into the finest ever brush.
She painted the lands first.
Her first brush-stroke, flat and quick, but ever graceful, brought into existence Kolintha.
As the Zhunyv painted the world, her strokes grew tired, and she increasingly ashamed of her creation.
Her last strokes were simple; the sun and the moon.
Ntr was again sorrowful, for Elekseia grew depressed at her sloppiness, and hid herself away in a cave at the very center of the world.
So, he hatched a plan, and from the hairs on his mighty hide, he weaved the first Ke; lesser spirits; into existence.
The spirits found their homes within the world that Elekseia had painted.
Some came together and found Elekseia's discarded celestial brush, and with it, they painted the oceans.
And from the oceans, sprang more Ke, who discovered the act of child birth, and created the first forests, plants and beasts.
These beasts were noble, and spoke their own tongue.
Eager to make Elekseia happy, Ntr sent the beasts to entertain Elekseia.
And the beasts laughed outside the mouth of the great cave, and danced, and sang.
Elekseia emerged from her hiding place to see what was wrong, and saw the life that Ntr had brought to the world.
But Ntr, embarassed to admit it was his work, stayed hidden behind the moon, and merely watched over her from above.
The beasts soon grew attached to the beautiful Elekseia, and soon, they built a mighty homestead for her to dwell in, and dwell in it she did.
Every night too, she came forth into the courtyard, and called to the skies for Ntr, but the Great Bear did not emerge.
As the years went on, the beasts began to worship the Zhunyv. They brought her treasures, and hundreds of offerings.
And soon, the Ke joined them in their worship, eager to show their gifts to the Zhunyv.
But both beasts and Ke had long forgotten Ntr, for they were ignorant, and up in the endless heavens, Ntr began to grow jealous.
Every night still, Elekseia called for him, but now he was furious.
For the children he had birthed, and their descendants, had forgotten about him, and worshipped her.
So one night, while Elekseia was asleep in her great courtyard, having dozed off watching the stars above, Ntr came down as a great bolt of lightning.
The great bolt ripped through the heavens and the seas, churning them into infinite cycles of storms and birthing yet more Ke; these hateful, and bitter.
When it struck, the bolt shattered the crust of the earth below, and sent tremors and cracks across the world. From these cracks sprouted mountains of flame.
Elekseia was awakened, but too late, for the Great Bear, illogical and cruel in his rage, defiled her for ten thousand years.
He tortured her as he did so, devouring her body, then using the bodies of fleeing Ke to restore her, so that he could once again violate her.
When at last he had enacted his punishment upon her for allowing the beasts to worship her, she herself gave birth to children; new Zhunyv.
There was one for every second of the ten thousand years the Great Bear had violated her, and as they streamed forth, Ntr shared with them his naked fury at the world.
The Children were taught to be brutal, and with him they travelled across the universe, conquering all, and making themselves masters over the lesser Ke.
Ke and beasts were slaughtered in their trillions for their worship of Elekseia.
But the last two children that emerged from the Zhunyv's abused womb were different from their brothers and sisters.
Their names were Zhemya and Kyotr. They, together, began travelling around, gathering an army of beasts, Ke and Zhunyv, and soon, they marched on their own father.
The battle was epic, and many fighters were banished by their father's attacks to the same deep cave that had once housed Elekseia.
And so came to be the underworld; Vuma; where all dead went.
Among them was Kyotr, and it was his death that brought Zhemya to the same state of pure rage as her father.
Zhemya and Ntr came to blows in a final battle in the heavens, one on one, and it was bitterly close.
The Great Bear, wounded, swore a curse against all beasts, so that they would never speak a common tongue or build grand structures evermore.
And in his final act of desperation, he slashed his mighty claws through heaven and earth, and forever split the visible world and invisible world, in which spirits lived.
Then he limped away, and where the blood from his wounds fell, the land took it in, and forever that bloody, sacred land would bring fortune to warriors who stood upon it.
Zhemya, meanwhile, fell from the heavens and fell into an eternal sleep, from which she would stir only briefly every few years.
It is said that even now, as she moves in her sleeping tomb, the earth shakes.

by **Khornera** » Sat Nov 07, 2015 6:59 am

PAX

Ottmar
Undisclosed location

Two footmobiles, approaching. Although he uttered no words, his hand signs conveyed a clear message to his men backing him up. Concealed within the shadows, he quietly awaited his foreign quarry to join him in the darkness. His right hand held his knife loosely, ready to tighten his grip at a moment's notice. Sabre glanced over at his other two operatives stacked up on the other side of the hallway, with the archway seperating them. A single nod was the sole affirmative Sabre needed, as he looked back at the ground, and the shadows that the two approaching enemies formed in the light emanating from the hallway. Sabre raided his left hand, lowering a finger every second as he counted down while the cast shadows approached. When at last all his fingers were lowered and clenched into a firm fist, he nodded to his men. He lunged forward from the darkness into the light, pulling his adversary back with him into the shadows from which he came. The adversary let out a muffled cry as Sabre slit his throat. On the other side Sabre's comrade had did the same with his own prey, whom met a similar demise.

Sabre glanced at his digital watch, which did not display a simple clock, but a collection of countdown timers. 3:28, the number drawing closer to zero with every tick. From his holster he drew his pistol, sporting an impressive array of attachments. A silencer, laser attachment, extended magazine, and holographic scope were all attached to the Khorneran made firearm. Vect, the name of one of Khornera's largest weapon manufacturers, was engraved on the side. Just below the obligatory corporate branding, a small peace sign was scratched, remarkably detailed for it's miniscule size. With the two hostiles now out of the way, Sabre leaped back into the light again, with his three men flanking him as he approached the wooden door at the end of the hall. Sabre pressed his back against the wall next to the door, and beckoned his men over. While the end of the hallway was dimly lit, a bright ceiling lamp illuminated a large circle in the middle of the hall. As his squadmates passed beneath it, the lamp covered them in a bright light. They wore fatigues with desert camouflage which made them blend in with Ottmar's arid terrain, with khaki vests over it. Baclava's covered their faces. But while their faces were concealed, their loyalties were flaunted more openly. On the brassards on their shoulders they carried a distinctive unit patch. A perverted peace symbol, with the central line replaced by a missile, below it a single word was written: PAX

Although this was not the Commonwealth, Khorneran operatives were able to operate unhindered in this part of the world. If anything, their allegiance opened certain doors when invoked. Sometimes those doors would open by themselves, sometimes they had to be kicked in.

"Standing by at entry point two," the voice of a comrade spoke over the radio. Sabre pressed the button on the radio around his neck. "Solid copy, we're standing by at entry point one. Scouting the chamber now."

One of his men presented a small yet thick wire from his pouch, with a small screen on one end, and a small camera on the other. Kneeling down, he quietly maneuvred the wire under the door. "I've got a visual," he said after pressing a few buttons on the screen, until the display showed what was on the other side. Target, four foot mobiles present. No words were spoken, instead, the quiet sign language of the marine corps. "Get ready, ten seconds." Sabre whispered over the radio, in a hushed voice, as not to alert their quarry. 3:11 the countdown timer on his watch now displayed. In his head he counted down the ten seconds until he would breach the door, one of his men already had a flashbang in his hand, ready to be thrown. When Sabre reached the number five, he raised his fingers and clenched them one by one, so that his fellow soldiers could see how much more seconds remained.

"It's showtime," he whispered when he arrived at zero. The fragile wooden door crumbled as it met the blunt force of a soldier's foot kicking it in. A small flashbang rolled inside the room, producing a blinding flash and high pitched noise that almost made one's ears bleed. "Now!" Sabre yelled as he and his men flooded in the room with their weapons raised, unloading several rounds in the dazed enemies before they were even able to react. At the centre of the room sat a cheap and crude chair, with a man tied to it, and a bag covering his head.

Sabre was joined by another four operatives, whom had breached the other door in the room in unison with him. 2:49, the deadline approached ever closer. He jerked the bag off the man's head, and stripped off the tape that was covering his mouth. "Professor Aydin?" Sabre asked, to which the man responded with an affirmative nod, breathing heavily from pure fear. "This is Sabre, we've got the professor!" he spoke into his radio, to be followed with a response from command. "Solid copy Sabre. Be advised, there has been a hickup in time schedule. The deadline has moved one minute to zero, the Ottmari moved sooner than anticipated." Sabre cursed at hearing the news, and looked back at his watch 2:39, substracting a single minute in his head. With his knife he cut the rope tied around the professor, before he pulled him to his feet. "You're coming with us!" The professor almost collapsed once he stood up, were it not for Sabre's arm firmly clenched around his. "We have to move now!"

Sabre ran back into the hallway from which he came, the entire unit now following him. With every turn they took the deadline approached. After a small courtyard, decorated in the blood of murdered sentries, they approached the exit of the compound. A metal gate, with it's locking mechanism destroyed, hanging open. 1:07,1:06,1:05

Several silhouettes appeared at the end, with rifles aimed at Sabre and the professor under his charge. Damnit, Sabre cursed as he signalled his men to halt. As the silhouettes approached, their colours became more clear, these were Ottmari special forces. They were noticably less well equiped than their Khorneran counterparts, with significantly cheaper equipment and rifles whose camouflage did not match their fatigues. Their leader stepped forward, and after glancing the PAX insignia on Sabre's shoulder he sighed. "Damnit, Sabre, hand over the professor, he's ours.", his tone of voice indicated a weariness, as if he already reluctantly accepted that his efforts would be fruitless. "This man is under the Commonwealth's protection! He belongs to the agency now!" The Ottmari officer signalled his men to lower his weapons, after which Sabre did the same. The Ottmari leader put a headset on his head and exchanged a few words with his superiors on the other side, ocassionally letting out a few grunts of annoyance and frustration. After a conversation that lasted an uncomfortable minute, he signalled his soldiers to step aside, allowing the Khornerans to pass.

"Next time we'll be there before you."

by **Nerotysia** » Fri Nov 13, 2015 7:38 pm

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by **Razonica** » Sun Dec 06, 2015 11:35 am

Dead of Winter

30 miles from the Frontier. 30 miles from civilization. No man among the 1,500 marching was really thinking of what they were doing. They were soldiers of Razonica, they should not fear rumors of she-wraiths hiding in the snow. Echoing in their minds, however, was the legend of Kilavo and his men. That was 1509, by 1789, surely those demons were long gone, they comforted themselves. Every men ignored the cold and held his musket in a death vise. They were in the North, in the land of the She-Wraiths.

Colonel Malcolm was the only man not terrified. Malcolm was a man of reason, not one of fairy tales. The enlisted were uneducated, it was he, the educated, who knew the truth of life. Commander Kilavo's death in 1509 was not from so-called, she-wraiths. Kilavo died because he was stupid, he didn't have enough warm clothing and food. He and his men starved to death or died of frostbite. That was the only logical explanation.

Lieutenant Canyth walked up to the Colonel and shouted to him over the blizzard "Sir! We must stop for the night! The men are terrified and it's gotten too cold to be moving. We must camp and make fires!" Malcolm scoffed "We have been ordered to explore this land, not to rest after every 10 miles." Canyth shouted back "You're being unreasonab-" Malcolm told Canyth to be quiet. The men listened, nothing but the blizzard echoed in their ears. Then a low howl was faintly heard from above. Wolves? Maybe.

Malcolm pulled out his sword and called to his officers "Find out what made that noise over that hill! Be alert, could be wolves." Malcolm raised his sword to point at what he was talking about. A young officer waved over a group of 25 men and they climbed the hill together. They disappeared from view of the others, the blizzard had picked up. At the top they readied their weapons and looked downward, but saw nothing. As they turned back none of them noticed 4 men go missing. When they returned they took a head count. Then the officer panicked. "Colonel! 4 men are missing! But...but there was nothing there!"

Malcolm cursed the officer out for his stupidity and lead his own party up the mountain. Those fools probably slipped and fell, fused Malcolm. Malcolm and 15 men searched for signs of lost soldiers but found none. Not a single trace, the snow must have covered the sign of their fall. Malcolm turned to leave when he stepped on something...an arm. Malcolm shouted in surprise and the other soldiers rushed to his side. The sight of blood renewed their fear, the fear of the demons. Malcolm shook his head to clear it. Wolves, it must have been wolves. But if so, why was no shot heard? Was the snow that loud?

The Razonicans did camp in that spot, the blizzard had gotten worst and fires were demanded. Malcolm and Canyth huddled under a tent, drinking freshly brewed coffee. In front of them was a bonfire and other soldiers, each huddling in blankets. Watchmen were posted around the camp, to warn if any wolves were getting curious. Malcolm was still unsettled, why would wolves be so interested in so many men? Was it only because the 4 who were killed had been slow? And why had the wolves not made a sound when killing, why did the officer and the others not hear a fight?

At midnight Malcolm's eyelids were heavy. He was thinking about how he should continue the journey. In the haze of the fire, Malcolm saw a figure. He rose and walked toward the silhouette and shouted "Come, soldier, come! What happened in that first search?" The figure made no signs of coming forward. He was only 30 feet away, was the snow so loud? Then Malcolm felt warmth in his throat. The cold had numbed his feeling and he rubbed his neck to try and get the feeling back. His hand felt the shaft of an arrow. Malcolm realized he was choking, dying on his own blood. The colonel called to his soldiers and fell to his knees.

After Malcolm's death no man doubted what happened. The wraiths had killed him, they were next. Fear took the hearts of the men as they madly dug trenches in the snow. The blizzard had died to a light snow-fall. Canyth was now in command and he had ordered all men to ready for battle. At 2 AM, Canyth drew a pistol and fired into the air. He heard voices, communicating in a language he didn't know. And now that the roaring blizzard had died down Canyth knew the gender of the voices...females. Then like ghouls rising from graves he saw them. Women garbed in furs and leather, crawling out from under the snow.

To be Continued...

by **Razonica** » Sun Dec 06, 2015 6:30 pm

Dead of Winter, Part II

Canyth's blood froze in his veins. So, it was true, there really were she-wraiths. Canyth looked at the men, saw their eyes filled with terror. Canyth shouted out orders "Raise your guns!" The soldiers were stuck in their shock until Canyth screamed the orders again. Canyth heard the women howl, like wolves, their eyes gleaming in the fire-light. What the hell were these savages after? Then all was quiet as one uttered some commands in that alien language. The woman pulled back on bows, arrows pointed at the frightened soldiers. In this moment, the rage in Canyth exploded. These monster were going to kill his soldiers. He raised his pistol and fired. The flash of gunpowder lit up the night, a cry of pain pierced the ears of the soldiers. The women ducked down, afraid of this strange weapon.

Canyth saw them duck, saw them despair as his troops despaired. Then he ordered "Ready! Level! FIRE!!" The roar of muskets deafened the combatants. Bodies of foes crumbled to the snow from the savage horde. Confusion rose up among the attacking wraiths and some began to back away. But then one of them cried out in a battle cry and the others answered. Arrows rained on the Razonicans, who ducked into their trenches for cover. Canyth called "See? These are not demons, they are mortal beings. They are afraid. Show them why they should be!" Red snow stained both sides of the battle but it had yet to begin.

The arrows fell faster than the muskets could be reloaded, but every time a musket roared and flashed, the attackers yipped and hid. They were afraid, afraid of the unknown, just like the men were. They were not as savage as they tried to look, they were afraid, scared to death of dying, but pushed on for a common goal. To defend their land.

Razmas

Chief Vemaria pondered over the battle facing her and her sisters. Strange men had returned to their land, armed with some kind of captured thunder. But it couldn't be thunder could it? Why would the sky gift these invaders with the power to kill the Razmas? Vemaria pushed aside her fear, and cried support to her soldiers whenever they faltered. These invaders were strong, but surely they'd leave if they knew they couldn't win. Vemaria knew they could not lose, whenever men invaded they always were cruel. They beat, they stole, they killed. These men had to be stopped, the Records told of what they'd do if they won.

Slowly, Vemaria began to realize these invaders were killing more of her soldiers than they were killing, those weapons had to be destroyed. The distance between the battle must be closed. Vemaria called out to her soldiers in their native language "We must cause these invaders to run away. Show them fear!" The snow-wraiths drew swords and axes and let out horrifying screams.

Razonicans

Canyth gasped when he saw the blades of the wraiths in the fire-light. They were charging? What madness possessed these demons!? As the creatures ran all shouting in battle cry, Canyth's men screamed in terror and fled. The men ran from their trenches, moving fat but the women were much better suited to the snow, they'd over take the men. Canyth stood his ground, drew his sword and answered the challenging cry madly, running at the advancing savages. His men took heart to see their leader charging an entire horde. They turned around and raised their bayonets, shouting to give themselves strength.

The two armies collided together, swords and bayonets clashing. Dozens fell on both sides, but more fought. Canyth was lost in a storm of hacking and slashing. In the blur of weapons, Canyth saw a tall women, holding a long dagger in her hand. Around her neck was a necklace of wolves' teeth and she seemed to have some kind of rank, evident in the half dozen savages protecting her. Canyth hurled himself at them all, throwing a musket like a spear, right into a savage. He drew another pistol and shot another and parried the blade of an axe wielding one. He tackled her and threw her over his shoulder, kicking her neck and stabbing down. He turned on the others and growled. They backed up uneasy, the leader stepped forward.

Canyth and Vemaria locked eyes, hatred glowing in both. Vemaria let out a snare and lunged for Canyth's throat but he dodged and swung his saber at her. She blocked it with her dagger and dove for his chest. Canyth jumped back, tripping over the snow but regained his footing just in time to slap the dagger aside with his saber. The woman was stunned long enough for Canyth to severe a tendon in her leg, forcing her to collapse. As he raised his sword to behead the woman, Canyth stopped suddenly. All of the savage women and Razonican soldiers had frozen in place like statues. Watching the fight among the leaders. Canyth looked down to see the eyes of a human, pleading silently for mercy. Canyth was a soldier, he was trained to kill, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to kill this wounded wraith. Maybe his humanity had returned or maybe he was too weak to kill anymore, but whatever the reason, he stayed his hand. He stepped back, lowed his blade and pointed at a wraith and then to the wounded leader.

Timidly the woman stepped forward and helped lift the leader to her feet. Canyth backed up slowly, to regroup with his men. He said "No one else has to die." Weather or not they understood, Canyth motioned for his men to back up. The savages copied the Razonican's movement. Soon both sides began to back away. All each side wanted was to return home. Canyth stabbed his sword into the ground and walked back again. The savage leader narrowed her eyes but also stabbed her dagger into the ground. Then the Razonicans and savages began to walk away.

That morning the Razonicans packed up and left. On their way home, the she-wraiths did not strike again. Canyth had made up his mind to tell the generals that expansion into the North would not be impossible, but should not be done. There was another society, like theirs, that only wished to be left alone.

by **New Spanishland** » Thu Dec 17, 2015 8:02 pm

Form 3790-F

Date: CLASSIFIED

National Direction of Intelligence

Discrete Personnel Elimination Order

Case number: 421-B

Warrant for DPE #110912

In Accordance with the Imperial Security Act, owing to the general good and welfare of every citizen of the Empire and with the administrative doe of the Emperor, granted by the good will of the people, shall it be known and accepted on this day CLASSIFIED The National Direction of Intelligence orders to be carried out with all deliberate speed upon the following person the Discrete Personnel Elimination Order.

By this name or aliases: Baxter, Franklin Volgt

Gulty of
Murder: [✓]
Robbery: [✓]
Arms and Drug Trafficking: [✓]
Domestic Terrorism: [✓]

This order must be carried out as soon as possible.

Signed.

Victor Madsen. Commander In Chief
Wilberto Arritza. Intelligence Op. Cmdr.
Helenna Greene. Deputy Chief of Operations.

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