Thinning of the Weak [Intro]

[Halcyon Sol]

Thinning of the Weak - A Halcyon Sol Roleplay

" Peace ? Peace ? Peace is nothing but an artificial creation of the human mind. Don't you see ? Peace is idealistic , not a concept that can be realistically achieved."

The Chroí Amháin leaned back into his chair, his eyes burning with hatred as he looked at the man standing before him. This particular Chroí Amháin had dark hair with fierce brown eyes and large hands. As a boy he was known as Ollmhór because he was so massive in size and personality. His father was not of any family noteworthy in the community nor was he considered to be of any rank in the social order. Therefore in his youth the Chroí Amháin by association was considered an unknown and looked down upon for the status he had inherited. Early on in his life it had pained him to be excluded from activities at school and tossed out if he showed any indication that he was not keeping up with the class. All students were educated on military strategy and regularly trained for the day when they would be divided up based upon merit and class. Every student was afforded the right; nay the responsibility to become a soldier and serve in their particular provinces army. But Unknowns were usually relegated to the jobs no one else wanted to do in society. Garbage men, factory workers, and servants all made up this class. No matter your race, if you were an unknown it was virtually impossible to move up in society. Modern Feudalism at it's finest.

"Áine I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted .."

"NO ! Do not speak unless you are spoken to. Don't you ever call me that again." The Chroí Amháin glared at his father before continuing to speak," You have committed a crime against the people of the Province of Solaria. On the fifteenth day of the twelfth moon you were found attempting to cross the border into Valatonia. You know where you were going and your going to tell me. Border crossing has been strictly forbidden since the first era."

Ever since the fall of the Old Kingdom the people of Halcyon Sol have been locked in what has seemed like perpetual warfare. Provinces wage war as each wishes to be the center of power in a nation that has a population of over 850 million people. Centuries have passed and yet the process of unification has been bloody and traumatizing for the populace. Princes turned into dictators, dictators turned into generals, generals devolved into warlords, and warlords evolved into Chroí Amháin. Legend has it that the Old Gods of Halcyon bestowed great power upon the warlords and their descendants long ago. But this power came at a price, the warlords were said to have had there hearts taken out and in it's place a block of obsidian. Over time this myth took root in the general knowledge of Halcyon Sol, you never crossed a Chroí Amháin for fear that they would cast you out into the void where you would suffer eternal damnation; oddly enough not one Chroí Amháin has been seen in battle for hundreds of years. This belief true or false has stymied any attempt at reconciliation between the provinces.

The father, sensing his sons hostility in his voice spoke," Son, just know that I will continue and always have done what I deem best for you."

"Stop it! Stop talking." The Chroí Amháin had slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne, the wood splintering. He tried to calm himself, he found that he caught a temper to easily. It was the tenth throne he's broken in the past few moons. " I want you to tell where you were going. This is serious business and I will be forced to do something that I have never done before." The father looked his son straight in the eyes, those cold, unmoving, and cruel eyes. He uttered one word. "No."

The temperature in the room dropped below freezing as the Chroí Amháin rose from his chair and walked toward his father. A bright line shone in the room, and the father was gone. When the guards rushed in they were astonished to find the Chroí Amháin sobbing on the floor uncontrollably, his eyes dark as the night.

Modern Feudalism: A term coined by Halyconian Philosopher of the Solarian Region named Gerard. Gerard was speaking of how strikingly similar the Class System of Halcyon is to old caste systems.

Chroí Amháin: Rough translation of "Heartless One". Name used to describe Halcyonian Warlords.

Áine: Name of the Chroí Amháin who governs the Province of Solaria

[Halcyon Sol]

Province of Solaria

"Your Most August Chroí Amháin, it seems as though the rest of the provinces are in a down spiral. Already the province of Dreise has fallen to anarchy, and many more or on the same path. This is the best time to break the ceasefire and cease control over Halcyon!" The Chroí Amháin stood with his hands crossed behind his back; as he stared outside through the window in his office he responded," I see, Naida should I release the horde? And risk condemnation across the many provinces that span the realm. Or savor the fact that releasing the horde ensures my domination and the restoration of a long dormant empire."

Naida looked at her master with a confused look," Iarothryn the answer is clear. The people want order, they want something to believe in. You are that something. You must embrace that." The Chroí Amháin chuckled," Naida do you not see the complication in releasing the horde upon a population I wish to convert? If I hurt them, then declare myself their King do you think they would subvert themselves easily? Or at all? If I release the horde all of Halcyon would rather die then have me be there King!"

Iarothryn: Tribal name of Áine; the Chroí Amháin in Solaria.

[Halcyon Sol]

Province of Solaria
Office of His Most August Majesty Duke Áine Fiachra Drake. Lord of Solaria
Addressed to All Provinces of Halcyon and to whomever this matters

The Province of Solaria has long been a beacon in the darkness of Halcyon, as endless war rages across the country Solaria has been a pillar of stability and peace. His Most August Majesty Duke Áine Fiachra Drake has seen fit to announce that he wishes to unite Halcyon under one banner; his banner. Consequently, the Province of Solaria hereby renounces all of its ceasefire agreements and will no longer acknowledge the autonomy of any other provinces. Failure to comply with the Duke will result in harsh penalties.

The Duke awaits your reply

[Halcyon Sol]

Province of Solaria - Carrick-on-Suir, Solaria - 4th Army crossing border into Valatonia

The ground shook as tanks of various models rolled along in perfect formation. Entire flocks of birds flew east away from the border as air wings flew overhead, clearing the way so the tanks and men could deploy. The deployment plans were a year in the making. Helicopters flew along crossing the border into the unsuspecting province. Shots were fired as entire squadrons of men crossed the border into Valatonia. These methods were impractical in any modern war, yet Solaria had the advantage of being the most technologically advanced province in all of Halcyon Sol. The 19th Century weapons and tactics of Valatonia would never be able to measure up to the superior Solarian force. Within minutes the entire clearing across the border was crawling with Solarian troop formations.

The Chroí Amháin watched the deployment from afar in a Humvee with binoculars, his generals had advised him to take caution and avoid the deployment zone. Even though the Valatonians were not expected to present any challenge to the Solarian armor divisions, all it took was one stray bullet to kill the infamous Chroí Amháin of Solaria. The Chroí Amháin observed large explosions occurring on the other side of the border, in the visible parts of the Valatonian border town Nysrodu. He had given strict instructions to his subordinates to limit the civilian casualties if possible. The ruler of Solaria laughed, maybe the Valatonians were not as cowardly as he initially thought.