Kindling Fires(MT|Open)

by **Vaedron** » Tue Sep 01, 2015 8:30 pm

Vaedron

Failure. Little news came from Vaedron that was good news. Everyday was another report of failing stocks, corporations leaving the country, skyrocketing prices, about uncovered corruption. A dirge would have been a fitting theme for the failing state.

Buildings were falling into disrepair. No matter what the government tried to say, it was failing. The country's infrastructure was collapsing, and government was barely present, and powerless. Law was gone, crime was rampant.

One faction was rising from the ashes, a group known as the Blood Knights, a militarist and imperialist faction that promised to rebuild the country, and restate it as a power, bring the country into the ascendency. The Blood Knights were an Order - Turned Police-Force- Turned political organization. In years past they had been a true order of knights, valiant warriors that had defined the Vaedron ferocity as soldiers and their strong collectivized culture, that had gone abroad and served as mercenaries for foreign powers before eventually returning to become the official security force of a loved King, but as all men do, he died, and the Blood Knight’s found themselves as a supported political force, and they embraced it, but they never ran in elections for many years, however as the country began to tear itself apart, they consolidated their power in the capital city of Sar’Von, and their influence grew.

The country bolstered behind them and they had managed to take control of the country. That had been five years ago.

However, things changed rapidly in the government within the span of a month. Someone had taken control of the party, that much was known about whoever it was, things began to look up for the country, people finally had hope.

Sar’Von

The city was recovering from the depression, was the whole country. People walked the streets in relative comfort, they knew they were save as armed men bearing the emblem of the Blood Knights kept the laws in place.

There was a bustle to the city, people were jubilant. Today would be a day long remembered by the country, for better or for worse.

At midday there was a gathering in Serin Park. There was no standing podium, no grand stage, there was a simple wooden stand that a microphone poked out from sitting on a cracked concrete slab. Armed soldiers were acting a barrier around the massing people.

The wind blew every few minutes, causing leaves to rustle, the air was thick with anticipation and excitement. A single man who looked no more than twenty one years old walked the podium, he had a handsome, angular face, his eyes were dark green, in contrast to the pale skin that was common among the Vaedron. He had his black hair combed to the right, and the tips of his hair were dyed crimson. He was built like an ox, and stood at just over six feet tall, he looked like he could have been a football player at college.

No band presented him, no one introduced him. He walked to the podium, a slight smile on his face. “People of Vaedron, I am Zeke Desserix, I speak not as someone who is trying to control the country, not as someone who would wish for power, but as someone who knows what the country has been like these past seven years.” The people were silent, they had expected someone older, someone more powerful, someone like one of the knights of old, like Sparticus was to the enslaved of Rome.

“I promise to you, that if you wish me to step down, I will, I promise that I will not let this country falter and die. I may seem inexperienced, and possibly even ridiculous for trying to even govern a country such as ours, but I know what the worst go through everyday to simply survive, I know of the privileged lives the wealthy have. I know of the good deeds of honest people, but I also know the temptations of desperate men and women, doing what they must to survive.” Zeke paused.

“I know of the fires in all our hearts, the lust for the glory years of King Veshen to return. I can not promise a golden age, but I will do everything in my power rise from our depression and center a new era for our nation, away from the corporate ruling we had in the past, distant from the feudal ways that caused many hardships for us.”

“The Divine One will be with us, the Ascendant. If you wish it of me, I will bring us into a new age, we stand on the precipice of strength and power, all we must do is seize it! I will not remain isolated from the world. I will open our trade, open our borders. We will stand united under one banner that will join the ascendancy and we will honor our ancestors for it.” The people cheered calling out his name.

Zeke waited for them to settle down before continuing. “We are a great people, we will not falter from our task, no matter what opposes us. If we must conquer, we will fight, if we must fight we will fight, but we will never surrender our will. I would sooner take the death of a warrior like so many before then to live defeated, on my knees, grovelling at feet of another.”

“You are who the minds of the government must be on, we must rebuild, before foreign militaries would take us. I will not lie to you, our list of allies is non-existent. There are many that would threaten our borders, but we will not fall to them, we will stand, we may bend, but we will never break! For Vaedron!” Zeke ended his speech there, he heard people calling out a title that had not been said since the days the country was unified. They were calling him the Emperor, or as it was in their native tongue, Kara’Val.

For good or for evil, this man was the ruler, loved by many more then that disliked him.

by **Vaedron** » Wed Sep 02, 2015 9:54 am

Sar’Von, Vaedron

It was just after nightfall, but unlike most modern capitals it lacked the bustle and activity of a grand city nightlife. The only lights other then the warning lights of the few skyscrapers were isolated neon-lights, flashing the names of businesses one letter at a time or just saying open. It was a clear sign of the failed policies and economy of the past decade.

There were hints of an approaching storm, rising humidity, a cold breeze and the soft scent of rain on the air. Inside an apartment building across from one of the many bars in the city, a man was looking out of his window, his features darkened by the fact that he left his light off, even though it was unnecessary, it was simply the way he preferred it. Bleached, medium length hair was noticeable, and bright blue eyes illuminated by a street light.

His name was Darian Volster, fresh out of college, he worked for a bus company as a route monitor, he simply made sure everything was going on schedule. Darian never talked about his past, never told anyone about it. It hurt him too much.

But his past is also why he stared out of the window at night, a creeping fear that always remained. Therapists had tried to help him and failed, it was something he suffered for alone.

One of the duos of armed guards were dragging a belligerent drunk from the bar, he soon saw why as bleeding man was helped from the building into a car. The drunk struggled in the grips of the enforcers, before breaking free and landing a solid punch on one of the guards, the was sent sprawling, but the other drove his elbow into the man’s stomach and pushed into the drickface of the bar. The other guard got up and spit out blood through clenched teeth before helping his partner get the drunkard cuffed and pushed him off to one of several well organized police stations in the city.

Darian closed his blinds and sighed, putting his right hand on his bearded chin. He didn’t like the world, he found people often foolish, and adults that were supposed to be leading the country were like children given money and the role of doing what they wished. It wasn’t surprising that a young man had taken power, it wouldn’t have been difficult.

What was odd, was the fact that the other members of the Blood Knights couldn’t do anything about him. Anyone who had tried to remove him and been found dead themselves in the alley where they had plotted to kill the aspiring ruler. The Blood Knights were a military organization first and foremost among many things, and the fact that older, more experienced members of the party had been unable to get him out of the way as he rose in the hierarchy, only spoke of Zeke’s abilities in combat.

Darian looked into things more than most did, more than what was likely save in a still relatively unstable country. His findings had only ended with Zeke being the strongest and most capable fighter of the Blood Knights, but his political ability was lacking to say the least. He had no experience in the field of politics, but his ability to have graduated from the country’s top college in two years, and having earned a full-ride scholarship to it, spoke highly of his intelligence. Zeke was charismatic, Darian had found himself cheering with the crowd earlier that day, but he felt he was the only who had caught the undertones of his words that no one else seemed to have.

Rain began to patter off of the window and the wind was picking up more, periodically sounding like a mild howl.

The list of enemies of the Vaedron was not lacking by any means. Ambitious rivals in other nearby countries always had the people on guard, but if he had interpreted what had been said correctly, Zeke meant to conquer them if he saw them as a threat. He sincerely hoped no one would threaten the Vaedron. The people of the country were not known for their mercy or their ability to hold back. The philosophy of when to start a war for the Vaedron was strike before the enemy is prepared to attack you, if they threaten you with war, attack them and show them the cost of their threats.

Darian shook his head, he was glad he had gotten his year of service done the year before. The military was in a sorry state, the standard rifle was an FN-FAL, and basic things like body armor were not present. The military had stagnated, and no amount of numbers or training would likely save them from being massacred by a modern force.

Their tanks were T-55s, their most modern aircraft was an F-4E Phantom II.

There was a thunder crash, and with that Darian decided it would be in his best interests to turn in for the night. He had work tomorrow and it was already late. That night, and then at noon the following day the speech would be played on television, for all to see.

by **Vaedron** » Wed Sep 02, 2015 1:41 pm

by **Nalaya** » Thu Sep 03, 2015 7:55 am

Sar'Von, Vaedron

If there was ever a universal truth, it was that things changed. Worlds changed. The peace that Iksuda had come to treasure had evaporated in a moment. Now her homeland was at war and there would be no returning to it. However, this was not to be raged at or despaired at. If the certainty of the world was change, this too would pass. She just wasn't certain it would pass in her lifetime and that wounded her.

In this strange world, Iksuda was perhaps even stranger. She was a small figure, only about 5'3", her face concealed by a deep hood and shrouding of dark over her nose and mouth. It left only the gleam of green eyes visible when the light caught her just right. Wrappings of cloth covered her body beneath her ragged clothing that had been the cast-offs of others or donated by kindly souls further back down the road. Her feet were bare for the moment except for the wraps of cloth and her satchel was feeling particularly light. She had her wooden bowl tucked away inside it, traditionally used for both eating and begging. Iksuda was one of the Igigi, the monks of one of her homeland's faiths. She was one of the few who chose to wander the world and experience like the gods themselves did, relying heavily on the kindness of those who knew nothing about her or her homeland.

This new world was a harsh one too. She had watched the drunk man be dragged away, and she had said a prayer for him, then another for those who were escorting him. The area was bleak and downtrodden in a new and different way than what she had become accustomed to seeing. So far, she had skated largely beneath the notice of police simply because she knew how to not rock the boat. It wouldn't last forever, as it never did, but she did have her papers tucked away in the pocket of the faded forest green jacket she was wearing. The tear on its sleeve had been neatly stitched together, but it left a scar of fabric and black thread.

The crowds of the daytime were gone now, and she walked through their echoes with the chime of the soft silver bell she carried with her to usher away the malign spirits who could be dangerous to people. Her feet stirred dropped flyers and posters that the rising wind had blown free in places. She had been in this country, though not this city, long enough to pick up the language. She had a gift for it, one of the many reasons she had chosen the wandering life. The speech had been interesting, but she wondered in her heart if the humility of Zeke Desserix was honest or not. Many warlords had made such promises before him. Many would after him. This too was known.

When the rain began to fall and the wind started to howl, Iksuda headed for cover, even if that meant wedging herself into a store's doorway or similar limited space. Inclement weather here was far kinder than it would have been in her homeland, as there were no winds threatening to tear her off the face of a mountain, but it was still dangerous to her health and she knew it. Still, it could be endured.

Above all things, she prayed for peace. The little beads of her bracelet, carved with the symbols of her faith, clicked one by one through her fingers as she hummed the chants softly to herself. The world needed many prayers. Hers were just droplets into a fire that could be quenched only by an ocean. She prayed all the same, knowing that even the smallest part would do good.

by **Vaedron** » Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:59 am

Fort Typhon, Central Vaedron

The morning air was cool, but there was a certain grimness to it. The fort was surrounded by plains covered in short grasses and shrubs. There wasn’t a tree in miles, anyone who came into the area would have been easily spotted.

The fort had not been built recently at it’s heart, while more recent barracks and mess halls had been erected, the center was a heart of stone and iron. A castle stood where in most modern bases there would have been the center of command, or a headquarters. Towering spires spoke of a time similar to the dark ages, and centuries old stains marked the passings of sieges and wars.

This place had been the cause of many wars, due the castles location in near the very center of the country. If controlled the citadel, you controlled the roads nearby, and there by trade. But as times changed the old castle was adopted as part of an old effort to reconstruct the military, although it had been many years since that had any progress.

Colonel Erden Aels was walking quickly to the staging area of his forces. Or at least what supposed to be a force, in his opinion. Colonel Aels had features that looked like they were chiseled from stone and colored with clay. He was tall, muscular, and his dark eyes were almost impossible to read.

He had earned his command through a mix of one being one of the few soldiers in the military with recent combat experience, and sheer ability as a commander. During mock engagements he had earned a reputation not dissimilar to the Desert Fox’s. He knew when sections were about to break, and how to keep just enough pressure with already deployed troops to keep defenders elsewhere bust while he sent the reserves into the breach.

He had once been a Dog of War, a mercenary who served freelance rather than with an organized company. He had served in all manners of wars, once as an imperial soldier under an Empire he had forgotten the name of, and as a defender. He had seen almost everything you could have imagined, things that would have destroyed a mind and spelled the end for others, but he had a will forged from steel and shaped by training and discipline.

His guards struggled to keep up with him as he stormed into the place his soldiers would be waiting for the morning roll call. He could hear orders being barked as he neared the area, the calls of affirmation, and the sound of the would-be soldiers.

When he reached them he had a sense of disappointment, not in the forces training, but the fact that they were generously described as pathetically equipped. Some lacked helmets, others pistols, they all lacked body armor in any sense of the imagination. Their uniforms created a sea of grey and green, the camouflage preferred for the Vaedron homeland.

It was a slate to his own pride to see what the government said passed for an army. Guerilla militias were better equipped than they were. “This what the government expects me to work with?” He swore under his breath, talking just loud enough for himself to hear. As he reached the second in command of the base, a Captain Mase, he pulled him off the side.

“Do the Blood Knights really think we can go to fight -- with this?” He said gesturing at the under equipped garrison of 5,000 men.
“We do what we must.” Mase looked at the men and shook his head. “This is pathetic, we wouldn’t even stand a chance against an army of conscripts with our equipment. Out-dated battle rifles, helmets from the 1940s.”
“Desserix better be trying to get us combat ready now that we recovering.” Aels turned away. “You take care of this rabble, I am going to be sending in a requisition for something that could pass for an army.”

Sar’Von, Vaedron

The real storm had passed over the course of the night, but it was still raining and the wind had not dissipated. Cars carefully travelled the streets heading to and from workplaces, school buses made their rounds, and a minority that travelled the streets.

The capitol building was made of concrete and plaster. It too, had fallen into disrepair, although it was much better hidden than that of most of the city. As far as grand buildings went, it was well near the bottom. It was almost a symbol of what the Vaedron had been like in years past, and what the government was currently trying to resurrect, an equality with the people.

The Vaedron were combination of hardly quelled emotion, and a stoic, disciplined nature, one side always trying to outweigh the other, but always failing. The people did not favor the individual, but the rather the country as a whole, something that the previous, failed governments had chosen to forget, which had cost the country dearly.

Zeke was sitting at on oak desk, on a folding chair. There was the scent of fresh coffee filling the small, dully painted room, he was informally dressed, wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt, the top of his Blood Knight tattoo was visible wear a collar would have normally covered it.

His desk was a mess, covered in papers detailing trade, military positions, how soon new recruits would be ready, how the rebuilding process was progressing(too slowly in his opinion), and how naval improvements were progressing.

He believed he was doing what was right for the country and he was dedicated to bettering the nation as a whole. He would not beg other nations for help, he firmly believed that if foreign powers cared about what was happening. they could contact him.

There were two sharp knocks on the door, the echoed across the small space of his office. “Yes?” The door slowly opened and a man in a full military uniform entered, giving a salute before going back to ease.

“Sir, more news from Typhon, Colonel Aels continues to ask for improved equipment. He sent a message regarding the state of the troops, and he is appalled by them. You may want to read the message personally.”

“Thank you sergeant. You may go on your way.” The soldier left as abruptly as he had entered. Of all the commanders Zeke dealt with, as he chose to take command of the military needs personally, on top of that of the country, Aels was hardest to please, but his opinion was well respected by him.

He was a fine commander, effective at what he did, but the state of the troops had always sent the man into a frenzy, and he was getting the feeling that Aels would leave his duties and come to Sar’Von personally if things did not change soon, but there was little he could do.

Guns and ammunition, on top of other equipment was not easy to pay for, especially with the air- force and navy in a much more sorry state when compared to other powers in the area, and the sheer amount that would be needed added to the concern over prioritizing it. It was one of many things he had to deal with, before he could begin his wars to unify the home island...

by **Ostar** » Thu Sep 03, 2015 9:18 pm

Ostarian Department of Defense
Briefing Room

“You say, Vaedron was it?” Secretary of Defense Frank Teller asked adjusting his eyeglasses.

“Yes sir.” A young Lieutenant replied.

“So Vaedron was a crumbling country five or so years ago, but now because of these….” Teller scanned over his reports. “Ah, yes Blood Knights that the nation is in recovery?”

“That’s basically the report yes sir. A young man has taken power in the nation, we don’t have his information just yet. He’s doing great things, ended corruption, financed the police force and helped put the nation back on track.”

Teller was an older man in his 50’s his dark red hair was really the only part of his appearance that didn’t show his age immediately. “You want me to believe that a 20 something year old, has put his nation on the map?”

“Yes sir, and furthermore previous to his seizure of power there were reports of major civil rights violations by the police. Although it was never proven in the international community. Seems nobody really cared about a failing country and its corruption. The fact of the matter sir, is the people support him. But his nation is in a sad state, the military is basically that of the old United States pre WW2.”

Teller whistled, “Geeze that bad eh?” Teller thought for a moment. “Is there anything gained in us supporting this fledging nation?”

“I’ll handle that question, sir.” A middle aged man in a grey suit and black tie raised his hand. Teller motioned for the man to continue. “In recent polls our citizens have felt we are too closed off from the rest of the world. A ‘humanitarian’ mission of trading, training and equipping a like-minded nation might be just what the doctor ordered.”

“I’m sorry, you are?”

“I apologize I’m from the State Department. Long story short Secretary of Defense Teller? You have the unanimous support of the State Department and the Senate to put together an aid package for this nation.”

Teller thought for a moment, “Perhaps an ally in the region could be of use to us. We could really use a naval base, or at least rights to re-supply in the area. Okay, I want to negotiate terms for small arms shipments, leave the doors open to larger weapons and vehicles too. Also let’s put some boots on the ground over there. 25 military advisers headed up by Major Hughes to assist in the training of their military. Let’s get this moving, I want in at the ground level before anyone else.”

Official communique from the Ostarian Department of Defense

We would like to begin the negotiation of terms to a trade and arms deal with your fine nation. It has come to our attention that your new Government has just about wiped out the corruption of past. We wish to assist your young nation. We are prepared to also offer military advisers to assist in the training of your soldiers.

Signed,

Secretary of Defense Frank Teller

by **Vaedron** » Fri Sep 04, 2015 10:17 am

Sar’Von, Vaedron

It was progressing towards evening, the sun was beginning it’s descent into the horizon, the rain having past. The neon lights were beginning to flicker into life. Police were patrolling as normal, but there seemed to be more then there should have been on a regular day. There was a crackdown on all kinds of crimes in the capital that night, ranging from drug trafficking, to finding underground black market lords, and bringing them to justice.

One of the many officers was a man named Cristopher Garesa. Garesa had light brown hair, cut short and well trimmed, and intimidating black eyes. He face was gaunt, and he did not fit the normal tall and built physique of the Vaedron. He stood at 5’6, and was slim. He made up for his lack of strength with speed, and agility, but in a head on fight, he would have been no match for another.

His partner toward over him. standing a full foot taller than him, and like Cristopher, had an intimidating face, although his was much more merciless than Garesa’s. They were walking along an area about a half mile east of Darian’s Apartment, and the bar where the belligerent drunk had been arrested.

They spoke little to each other, they both knew that talking would only distract them from the task at hand. There had been reports of a woman walking the streets in extremely run down clothing and a faded green jacket. She seemed like a foreigner of some kind, it was rare for women to shroud their faces in the country. With the way things were, she had become the subject of suspicion.

Each of them wore the black uniform of the officers, they weren’t disguising themselves, there wasn’t a reason to, the Chalice dripping blood insignia was worn like a mark of honor by the duo. Garesa thought he saw the one they were looking for. “Rhy, I think I see her. Across the road there.” He motioned with his head, careful not to point. Rhy, the giant brute nodded.
“Agreed.”

Rhy moved first, checking the road before going across, followed closely by Garesa. Garesa reached her first, hearing the muted jingling of bells, he stopped her, Rhy came up behind him, but did not speak. “May I speak to you for a moment.” He didn’t say much, he simply needed to verify she was legal, which would remove much the worry about her, but he decided it would be best to remove as much as possible here and now, or their worries proved to have merit, to bring her into custody now, rather then later.

Zeke sat his desk, reading through the Communique he had received. It was good news, another power was taking interest in the nation, he was interested in the offer it present mostly. The Ostarians were offering to help modernize the military, conduct trade, and it appeared that negotiations went well enough, there was assistance training his forces offered. He was interested in all of them. It didn’t offer much information on what was going to be part of the deals, but it was intriguing just the same.

Finally some encouraging news. He prepared his response, making sure he was going to be replying with what he meant to say. The Foreign Minister had suggested taking advantage of the offer, but that was the most she had said.

To: Secretary of Defense Frank Teller; Federal Republic of Ostar
From: Emperor Zeke Desserix; The Republic of Vaedron
Encryption: Diplomatic

Greetings Mr. Teller.

Your offer has provided great interest to both myself and the foreign minister, and we would like to negotiate terms with you, whether it be in person or by official communique, is up to you decide. Too long have the Vaedron lacked what they need, and too long have been poor in military and spirit.

I would love to discuss with you for the betterment of both our nations,
May the Ascendant watch over you,

Sincerely,
Kara'Val(Emperor) Zeke Desserix of the Blood Knights

by **Tolorian Empire** » Fri Sep 04, 2015 3:14 pm

by **Vaedron** » Fri Sep 04, 2015 3:18 pm

by **Tolorian Empire** » Fri Sep 04, 2015 7:50 pm

On the streets of Amorix, a black Escalade was headed towards the capital building. It was surrounded by a two armoured sedans, and two police vehicles. In that Escalade, was a very important person that was to help change the future of Vaedron.

Amorix was a chaotic, crime-filled, financially diversified city. It had been out of control since the Blood Knights had come to power. The last three governors had been very ineffective and were allegedly taking bribes from gang leaders. Each governor had been relieved of his duties. 75% of the city was controlled by either one gang or another. There were 2 major gangs with a few minor gangs fighting over the city. They frequently terrorized citizens by way of murder, rape, theft, or any other unimaginable thing they could think of. The other 25% of the city was made up of the wealthy citizens, who had large houses with a large amount of security, which is how they keep the gangs away. While the poor starve for food, the wealthy waste money on senseless things. This was all to be changed.

When the Escalade arrived, a tall, handsome looking man stepped out. He was about 6 feet tall and had a charming face. He had on an expensive suit. As he stepped out he was greeted by a government leader.

"Governor Leonarda Nava! I'm glad you have arrived safely. I will show you to your office."

Governor Nava was sent by Zeke to bring back the "Golden Age of Vaedron." He has come to make Amorix a pillar for the country. He sought to make it the tourist spot of the world.

"Governor this is your office," the government leader said. "We'll be ready for your local broadcast in about an hour. Until then, you can get settled in."

An hour later, the governor was setting up for his broadcast. Instead of going out into the dangerous part of the city, he decided to announce his new position via broadcast, over radio, phones, Tvs, or anything that could get the message out.

"Hello citizens, I am your new governor, Leonardo Nava. I am here to put this pathetic excuse for a city, back on the map. I was put here by our national leader, Zeke. With your help, we can rebuild this city to be the leading example of greatness in the country. But if you fail to help me, there will be consequences. I will seek to lower crime, help feed the poor, and bring order to this city. I will strengthen the police force. But I do have some unfortunate news. Starting tonight, there will be martial law enforced. Anyone who is out after 9pm will be either shot or arrested on sight. I do this for your protection. Just know citizens, I am here to help you. If you cooperate, we will get along fine. If you oppose me...I will have your head on a stake. Also, as a public service announcement, I need men to enlist in the military base in Amorix. I need officers and militia men. As well as building an economic success, I want to build a military success in this city. This is the dawn of a new era. For the glory of the Blood Knights. Thank you, have a good rest of your day."

After his broadcast, Leonardo went back to his office and got to work on reshaping the city.

by **Ostar** » Fri Sep 04, 2015 11:02 pm

Ostarian Department of Defense
Secretary of Defense Frank Teller's office

Teller smiled at the reply he had received, it couldn't have gone any better. Teller was careful not to lay everything out in his first or even second message. Teller would meet with 'Kara'Val(Emperor) Zeke Desserix of the Blood Knights' in person, along with Major Hughes. Against the wishes of his security detail, but he rarely listened to what they said anyway. Teller was a soldier he had served in the Ostarian Presidential Guard, the special forces of Ostar back in the day during a conflict in the east. He still remembered his way around a weapon and even though he had aged significantly, could still hold his own when he'd spar at the gym against much younger soldiers. Teller stared at a map of Vaedron, he was after a naval base preferably near Edorin or Port Dravein. But anywhere would work just as well he thought. A young aide watched Teller from across the room. "John, would you please phone ahead to Sar'Von and inform the Emperor's staff that I will be on a flight first thing in the morning? Also ensure a crate of M-4 Carbines with ammunition are also on board the plane?" The aide nodded and exited the room to make the preparations for the visit.

C-40 Boeing 737
Call Sign Red Ghost 2

Teller sat in one of the more comfortable chairs on the converted civilian air liner. Major Hughes sat across from Teller, Hughes was a shorter stocky man 5'7 about 230 lbs. He had been a Drill Sgt. in the Ostarian Marines until his recent re-assignment with the Department of Defense. Several other advisers were on board as well as five members of the Ostarian Secret Service, charged with Teller's protection. These men wore dark colored suits and each was armed with a shoulder holstered Sig P228 9mm handgun. In the cargo bay below the plane sat a crate of 75 M-4 Carbines made directly in Ostar. With about 75,000 rounds, enough to give each weapon 1,000 rounds for the first members of the Vaedronian(?) military to practice with. "Now, you're going to behave yourself right Major Hughes?" Teller chuckled as he sipped a jack and coke.

Hughes grinned as he drank a diet pepsi, waving off Teller. "Now, now Teller you know me very well, I'm quite diplomatic when I need to be." The other advisers overheard and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Hughes glared at the other men who's laughs quickly hushed.

"Ohhhh lighten up Major." A taller adviser said. "Did Hughes ever tell you the story about the time..." The adviser noticed Hughes's look and decided against the story.

"You're such a hard ass Hughes." Teller laughed out as he finished his drink. "Alright, Men let's get down to business. When we arrive you are all to be on your best behavior. That means you Jenkins."

"Whaaa.. me?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Teller joked. "I will be doing the talking, we are negotiating after all. You men will stay in the nation for six months, to start. After that you will be rotated home, we will put you up in 4 star hotels near the base since you volunteered for this mission. I will not tolerate any misbehavior, if you find yourself in trouble with local authorities contact Major Hughes. After which a full investigation will be launched by internal affairs. Understand?"

The men all nodded in unison followed by a "Yes sir." From all advisers. "Get your gear together, we land in an hour."

"Sar'Von tower, this is Red Ghost 2. Official Ostarian transport of Secretary of Defense Frank Teller. Request clearance to land."

by **Nalaya** » Sat Sep 05, 2015 8:03 am

Sar'Von, Vaedron

Iksuda silenced her muted bell by capturing its clapper with her fingers and holding the body. Armed men. She took a small breath and considered her position carefully. Where she came from, the milits'iayi ruled now, and she knew the character of many of those armed men. They would do things that left even the stoutest heart quaking and wounded. Her natural instinct was to run, to escape. However, this was not Nalaya, and he had asked nicely.

She turned around, small bell still cupped in her hands. "She is listening, Paron Officer," the monk said carefully, watching them with bright eyes. She would flee if she had to, but she did not wish to. If she ran, people would come looking. That was survivable if the fate she was immediately facing was death or worse, but she did not know that to be true here.

The task of proving if Iksuda was legal or not would be significantly more complicated than a simple glance. Her papers were a chaotic mess even though the pages were neat and crisp, kept almost religiously folded and tucked away in a pocket with the sole purpose of preserving them. For one, her Nalayan identification was written in that language, likely not known in this new country. She had been through about four dozen port cities since departing her native lands in various countries, who were not all very methodical in their recordkeeping. Each one had stamped her passport in different places and different ways, broken up by little writs of passage scribbled into the margains in numerous languages. It didn't help that she'd come to Vaedron by way of a cargo ship rather than passenger lines, so she had helpfully asked the port authority to handle her passport as opposed to Customs and Immigration. She had a Vaedron stamp—whether or not it would pass muster was up for debate. Whatever the case, there would be a lot of straightening out to do and someone would probably have to call the port authority.

Anyone who had ever dealt with the Igigi would call this normal. They didn't usually understand how the rest of the world managed its affairs, but they always tried so hard to do it right. Frequently that just ended up complicating things more. However, for a long time the Igigi had served as unwitting intelligence operators, because the Protector required them to give account of themselves when contacted, for their own safety. They also had an uncanny knack for making friends that kept them protected even in the worst of countries, because they did hone a good sense for people. But now, with the Protector and the country embroiled in war, she no longer had someone to give a status report to, which meant there was also no diplomatic cavalry to save her if these people took exception to her presence.

In many ways, she was more prepared than any of her fellows might have been for such occasions. Iksuda had not been born a monk, nor raised in it as a small child. She had turned to the monastery when the Unification War ended, seeking peace of the soul after everything she had done. The gentleness she found there suited her far better than the person she had been. A body and mind devoted to killing gave way to the domain of the soul. She felt alive again thanks to her new calling.

That was beside the point in her mind, though. It would be what it would be. She had survived endemic civil wars, plagues, famines, and so much else. She could survive this.

by **Tolorian Empire** » Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:38 am

Smokey's Bar

It was a relatively quiet day at the bar. Usually, it was a place where men and women came together and had a good time. But today was different. Everyone was scared to come out of their homes. A gang had terrorized the people around that bar a day earlier. They had broken into a lot of homes, they had beaten a lot of people, and they murdered anyone who tried to fight back. Yes, today was a different day. Everyone was either mourning or they were just too afraid to come out of their house. That day, there were only about 6 or 7 people in the bar, including the bartender. Even so, the people in the bar were all quiet, just trying to wash away their pains.

"Special News Announcement"

The people in the bar were frightened by the sudden noise on the tv. They looked up and saw the words and immediately got up and walked over to see what the special news was. They saw that they had a new governor. They listened to his promise of peace and prosperity, something they had lacked for over 50 years. They listened to his words of "bringing a new Golden Age to Amorix." They heard him ask for men to enlist into the army. They lastly heard him put the new martial law into effect.

"This is a load of it!!!" The bartender says. "Their last three attempts at putting a governor into the city had failed and they want to try again?! And on top of that he promises economic prosperity? Pish posh, has he seen the poorer parts of the city? He's just a rich S.O.B that's never known what it's like to be poor. Probably grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. And then he wants to put martial law in effect? I can already tell he's not gonna last long." The men nod their heads in agreement. The bartender checks his clock on the wall. It was around 8:50. "I'm sorry gents, but it's time to go. I have to close up shop and get home by 9 o' clock. You all take care now." One by one, the men got up and left.

A grisly-looking man named Mason Soffan got up from his table. He was about six feet tall and around the age of 22. He was a very muscular man who took pride in his facial hair, so he had a long beard. He exited the bar and started heading home. His home was very chaotic. He lived a small apartment with his parents and his sister. His father was a factory worker and his mother worked at a local diner and his sister was 13 years old. Every night when he was home, his father would come home drunk and abuse his mother. Mason hated watching his mother take that pain, an he hated even more that his sister had to witness that. He wanted to get out of there so much.

While he was watching the governor's broadcast, he noticed that he said he needed officers for the army. Mason had no prior military experience but he had always dreamed of being a military general. When he was a kid, he was playing cops and robbers, Cowboys and Indians, and any other imaginary military games with his friends. He always took control of things. People resented the fact that he wanted to dictate everything. When he was in middle school, he and 2 of his other friends terrorized his school. He took people's lunch money, he beat people up, and just straight up owned the school. That continued all the way through high school. After high school, he did not attend college, but he studied up on military tactics. A couple days before the governor arrived, he had considered joining one of the less powerful gangs and bring them to power. But that had all changed now.

"I'm going to go sign up to become an officer tomorrow morning," he said. "I will rise through the ranks and I will have what I have desired all of my life: power and glory due to military success."

The next morning, he did as he said. He went to the enrollment center and signed up to become an officer. Unfortunately, he was put on the waiting list because he had no college education.

The enlistment officer said,"I'm sorry but I don't know if we can accept you. You have no college education. I'll send the application to the governor's office and you'll get your answer from him."

Mason went home discouraged. But little did he know, the governor craved someone like him to be in power. But for now, Mason was waiting for his meeting with the governor.

by **Vaedron** » Sat Sep 05, 2015 8:26 pm

Sar’Von, Vaedron

The sun continued on it’s way down the horizon, most people were off the streets, arrests were already taking place, periodically there was sporadic gunfire. Tonight was not going to silent by any means. The crackdown would continue until it became a hidden part of the underground of the city, human trafficing was a main concern, and anyone caught as part of the business had already been sentenced to death by firing squad. It was not going to be tolerated, and if an example would have to be made, it a slim consequence for removing what the government considered animals. It would likely crash the black market in the area, and that was a key for Zeke and the Blood Knights. Justice, and safety, the cost of a few lives in the process to that, a minor issue, which would not bode well internationals.

Garesa hadn’t expected this to be easy, by any means, but she had cooperated. He took the papers and stared at them. Most of it was in a foreign languages, a patchwork of stamps, scribbles, foreign words. It looked official, everything appeared to be in order, but he wasn’t taking chances, not when their was already the retorts of pistols echoing in the dull city streets.

“I am sorry, madam for any inconvenience this may bring, but I would like to bring this down to the station to have checked out. We will get you a meal and if you wish some new clothes. I just want to verify these, I don’t want to take any chances.” He heard the yelling of orders in the distance, what ever was going on it wasn’t good.

There was a pool of blood forming around Tearys’s body, his pistol was still clenched in his hand. The officer cursed. This had just been meant to be the arrest of an underground fugitive, but they had gotten themselves stuck in a gunfight with thugs allied with the damned cartel lord. The Lord was already his dead, a .45 round in his skull.

Orik had dirt and blood smeared across his face. He was cursing constantly. They had found a bound woman, who they had freed and sent to a medical clinic, but it had already costed the lives of four officers to do so, not to mention more than a handful of hired thugs. The officer’s weren’t taking risks for good reason.

Tonight was going to be one hell of a beating, he knew that. But he knew this would be one small step to national security. From what he had heard the military garrison of Shard was in charge of this operation. That place was worse off then Amorix. Erine hadn’t earned it nickname no reason. The city was a shard of what it used to be, that place had once been the capital, but it was now just rubble, buildings fallen into disrepair.

The place was a fool’s nightmare, and the fact that Shard was effectively being cleaned out by the military meant it would several years until civilians thought it was a good place to be. A rumor was going around that a battalion of full-blood Knights was assisting there, a testament to how much of a hell hole that operation was going to be.

Sergeant Cordrid had moved into the area with three other teams. They had encircled the thugs in a park, but they only meant that they could now fire any direction they wished and have the possibility of hitting something, something that didn’t seem to be of much help when they seemed to have endless supplies of ammunition for their weapons.

Orik’s blue eyes checked his pistol as he reloaded, clearing grim from it as best as he could to prevent a jam. Then everything was silent. “Advance, be on guard.” The voice of the sergeant came through with mild interference over the radio. He obeyed, he had to leave his partner’s body behind for now, he knew Tearys’s was dead. He had seen the bullet rip through his neck, and the follow up shots that ad peppered his torso and upper arms.

As they approached the park they saw why the firing had stopped. The trio of thugs had entered bullets into each other, escaping their justice. The sergeant didn’t say anything, but he had a look of anger, even though they were gone.

The Sergeant was the only one armed with anything other than an M1911, using his own, a modified Thompson. He seemed to be seething. “This is Sergeant Aren Cordrid to Station. End a retrieval team to Hazelbrook Park, three hostiles removed, two officers down in this area.”

The reply came quickly, and it was by no means a kind voice. “Damn it! How many more are going to have to die before we get this country stabilized.”

“Their sacrifice will not be in vain. The glory of Vaedron will be restored, no matter the cost. Just make sure everyone we have found remains safe and all the contraband is destroyed. We will continue. Orik will be joining me for the rest of the night, his partner has fallen.”

There was no follow up response.

Serinda Air Port, Sar’Von, Vaedron

Kile looked around him. No one else was in the tower with him at the moment, and he was trying to monitor everything he could at once. The radio sparked to life and he cursed under his breath, he really didn’t have the time to deal with someone trying to land at his runway right now, but he couldn’t exactly tell him off. "Sar'Von tower, this is Red Ghost 2. Official Ostarian transport of Secretary of Defense Frank Teller. Request clearance to land."

“This is tower. You have clearance to land. Go to port GS-7, transportation is awaiting you there.” His english was rough, but he thought had at least gotten the point across, although if that was true was up to debate dependign who you asked.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair. he hoped he was just hearing fireworks from the city,, although they were too isolated, still, he hoped...

by **Nalaya** » Sun Sep 06, 2015 1:52 pm

Sar'Von, Vaedron

Iksuda bowed her head respectfully to the man. He was asking for papers, which indicated he was a man more of the law than the milits'iayi. "She follows you and accepts your generous hospitality, Paron Officer. Iksuda thanks you," she said softly, ready to either accept the papers returned or allow the man to keep hold of them. It would be upsetting if she didn't get them back, but she didn't think there was a real reason they wouldn't be given.

The monk had an interesting walk. She moved without making a sound now that her bell was silenced by her hands, the slight bend of her knees silencing her footfalls and isolating her upper body. In a past life, that had allowed her to move through rooms without disrupting her aim and given her power for that first knife strike from hiding.

"This city is sick," she said to her new companions as they walked. "She listens with the people and prays and heals, but the city is sick."

by **Vaedron** » Sun Sep 06, 2015 5:29 pm

Sar’Von, Vaedron

Rhy pressured them forward. Rhy had a habit of being impatient, it had been driven into him by his father to wait for nothing, and sit still for no one. Always progress forward towards your objective. It was a wonder that the giant wasn’t one of the Knights when it came down to it, but he had almost died in the initiation process, and he hadn’t been allowed the try a second time.

Garesa though about what this Iksuda said. “This city is more than sick, it is tainted by filth and corruption, just every other place on this chain of islands.” Rhy’s voice was quiet, long ago he had decided if you wanted to hear him you had to listen. Garesa decided it would be best to say nothing, his father had been part of that so called sickness, and he had sworn to never be like his father. He smirked to himself.

“Isn’t the world sick? Civil wars everywhere, death at the door no matter who you are. Tonight is just a symbol of that.” Garesa thought he had muttered loud enough only for himself to be able to hear, but he was mistaken.

They were within a quarter mile of the station. When they reached it, he didn’t know what would happen. He didn’t know why, but he felt like while he was drawn to defend her, she would do fine on her own in a place like this.

“We are here.” Rhy more or less pressed everyone into entering the station. It was dimly lit inside, just enough so that the people inside could work, but those outside couldn’t see what was going on. Just like the way police dealt with things, worked in obscurity when possible. A young officer passed them.

“Warrant Officer! I want these papers checked. Get someone to get this women some food, and at least a pair of shoes.”

“Sir?” The Young officer was confused by what Garesa had ordered.

“Just do it.”

Within a few minutes the papers were being looked over, and the smell of canned soup filled the area. He had no reason to suspect her of anything, but orders were orders.

by **Tolorian Empire** » Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:07 pm

Leonardo Nava

In the early morning, the governor arrived at the Capital building, went to his office, and got right to work. His current agenda was to lower crime in the city. If he could do that, it could help him solve the other problems in his city. About an hour later, an enlistment officer came in and gave the governor the military applications from the previous day.

The officer said, "Governor Nava, the recruitment yesterday went fairly well. There was a shortage of officer enlistments though. Frankly, most of our citizens do not have the education to lead an army. Maybe we should establish a military college here or something. Anyways, there are one or two applications that require your special attention. I'll be right outside if you need anything."

"Alright, dismissed," Nava replied. He went to his desk and started looking over some of the applications. He noticed most of the volunteers barely had finished high school. He was appalled by this. He then looked at a couple that required his special attention. The last one he looked at was Mason Soffan's. He thought to himself, "He barely has an education, but he was always a man to take charge. He would be perfect to lead the army. Colonel!" The officer outside stepped back into the governor's office.

"Yes, Governor?"

"Arrange a meeting with myself and this Mason Soffan. I want to speak to him. He may be your next commanding officer."

The colonel went to Mason's house and knocked on the door. Mason answered the door.

"Mason Soffan? Governor Nava wishes to speak to you tomorrow at 1pm. Try to dress formally. And don't be late!"

The colonel handed Mason a handwritten letter from the governor asking to meet him the next day. Mason became overjoyed by this, but didn't tell his family. He was hoping he would get his chance to lead an army.

by **Nalaya** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 9:45 am

The Station
Sar'Von, Nalaya

"Death is no sickness," Iksuda said as she contemplated what had been said. Beneath her hood, her bright eyes were studying their weapons with interest. Older models. The old part of her said that was a mark either of impoverishment or insistence on things that were tried and tested. She suspected that it was the former, as much glass and concrete as this city had. It spoke to the air of depression. "It is what it is. And the world? Even among the tombstones flowers grow. This city has few flowers. Thus it ails."

The smell of soup a few minutes later was a welcome one. She had not eaten regularly for a while, depending as she did on the kindness of strangers. She sat down on the floor cross-legged amd examined the shoes. Curiosity was a trait that the Igigi cultivated. Looking at the world in wonderment rather than dead-eyed was the goal for Iksuda.

Her hosts were clearly hard men, but she was Nalayan. Her people were born into hardness and cruelty, no matter how compassionate and gentle they seemed. Even friendly dogs had teeth. When she took off her jacket, her mummy like wrappings were revealed, covering skin that would have been bared by her T-shirt. It was for some football team, a stylized white serpent wrapped around a ball covered in white snd black hexagons.

"Though you know this from the reading, she is named Iksuda," the monk said, looking up at Garesa and Rhy. She only had that one name on her passport, no family name or anything of that sort. Her people had as many names as onions had layers, but it was easier to just use their face name on official documents even if it sometimes lead to confusion. "What are the names of the noble officers?"

This place brought back memories of her old life. She prayed inside her head to keep the demon away, tempted to softly ring her bell. But instead she kept it quiet in her lap, slipping off the cord that kept it attached to her left wrist.

by **Ostar** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 11:41 am

OOC: Short post for now, will add another post during lunch break. Damn 10 hour work days.

Port GS-7
Sar'Von

The landing was uneventful enough, the plane taxied to a stop near a waiting convoy. The pilot opened the door as a movable stair case was brought to level with the plane. Two members of the Ostarian Secret Service exited first, as they descended the stair they then flanked the staircase keeping a eye out for any dangers. One of the agents whispered something into his comm piece, as the third agent and SoD Teller began the trip down the stairs. Followed by the other two agents and the military advisers. Teller always hated the Secret Service and how official it all had to be, but he respected their jobs and duties so he was always polite and never made it difficult for them. Some other politicians tried to give the agents the slip, but Teller could never bring himself to do anything quite like that. As Teller made it down the stairs he was flanked by an agent on either side and the other three were right behind him. "Greetings, my name is Frank Teller I'm the Ostarian Secretary of Defense. These are Special agents, Gregory, Franklin, Armstrong, Mustang, and Peters. These are the advisers I promised as well headed up by Major Hughes. I have also brought some merchandise to show the Emperor and his military staff. They are in the luggage compartment of the plane, the boxes they are in are secured with codes. I will open them up for the Emperor and his staff once we arrive. Feel free to x-ray the cases if you so desire."

by **Vaedron** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 12:52 pm

Sar’Von, Vaedron

Garesa turned to Iksuda. She was surprised by her curiosity in the pair. He hated watching innocents be mistaken for those guilty, and being brutalized for it. It happened all too much in Vaedron where a basic description could describe almost anyone in the country. Tall? Pale? Muscular? Things that would normally help, were simply base details.

The questioned echoed to the back of his mind. He didn’t know where she was from, but he doubted things had been good. It was true, death was no sickness, but it was one of many symptoms of failure.

“I am Cristopher Garesa.” His voice was somewhat harsh, but not because of anything she had done. Why had she been seen as a possible threat? He had no idea, but in times like these, caution won over reason. It was considered better for a few innocents to taken by mistake, then the guilty escaping. It was a pathetic system, but one that was proving to be effective.

“And I am Ezrin Rhy.” His voice was it’s normal quiet, always was. He never yelled, even in gunfights people would notice his orders, it hadn’t taken many falling for not listening to him for people to be listening for it, whether they meant to or not. The Warrant Officer came with a bowl of soup, and handed it, rather unwilling to the monk. He didn’t know who she was, what she did for a living, but he didn’t care, and went back to his own business.

“Iksuda, if I may ask, what do you do?” Garesa was curious, he had never seen anyone like her in the country. The people of Vaedron worshipped the same god that their ancient rulers had, and their characteristics still matched those of their forebears, although wherein Dralka gray eyes, and red eyes were the common colors, here it was green and hazel. The followers of the Ascendant were warriors mostly, the teaching glorified battle, and death in combat for your beliefs. It was no surprise then, that they were led by people who made a living fighting, in reality then…

Serinda Air Port, Sar’Von, Vaedron, Port GS-7

A full-blood Blood Knight was the one who greeted him. His blue eyes looking with equal parts independence and respect. His tattoo was hidden behind his collar, if it wasn’t for metal pauldron he wore on his left side he would have looked like a normal officer. His name was Dedric Overs. He didn’t bother giving his name, or saluting. The Knights only did those things for those who were part of the Order, or would be serving as their commanders. These Ostarians couldn’t be one, and would not be the other. He was towering over Major Hughes.

“I will trust you until you give me a reason not to. Please follow me, Kara’Vol is awaiting you at the capitol building.” He had already turned. “Unfortunately, we have no name for the building, if you like to nickname when you see it, be my guest, just don’t tell me about it.” His arrogance would be hard not to notice.

He didn’t like meeting with foreigners, it could have been easily stated that he despised it. He didn’t care if they were friendly or not, they were fools of they thought this place was safe or welcoming, and he had decided he would make sure they knew that even before they were out of the air port.

he led them through the rather desolate airport and to the limo that would bring them where they were to meet with Zeke Desserix, Lord of the Blood Knights and Emperor of Vaedron. The city would have been sorry state as the sounds of pistol discharge continued to echo as the night slowly made it’s way to the dawn.

by **Nalaya** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 3:53 pm

The Station
Sar'Von, Vaedron

Iksuda bowed deeply to them both. "An honor to meet you, Cristopher Garesa and Ezrin Rhy. You mean to ask what she is, yes? Once, she is the sword of wrath. Now? That which was blade sees and observes the nature of the world, as Igigi. You call them...monks?" she said. Her people had a strange way of speaking, their grasp of the future and the past a little shaky compared to everyone else. The tenses didn't line up well, so the extent of her grasp on the local language was a sort of imprecise "Now" and "Not Now". "As for what she does.... She heals and prays and perfects. Yes, this is the good answer."

It was the easiest explanation she could think of for the strange turns her life had taken and the role she filled now.

With a little bit of looking, there were hints that Iksuda was not as scrawny as she looked. Her clothes were about a size too big, but if one looked at the wrappings and the holes in her clothes, it became easier to piece together her real body type. She was small in the way a gymnast was small: everything extra had been removed and only powerful muscle was left. She was much, much stronger than she looked. A life of constant motion kept her in excellent condition, and she was a native of a much higher altitude finding lowland air quite easier to breathe. She sat almost meekly, though, and tipped her head back to look at them.

She accepted the bowl of soup from the warrant officer with a very soft, "Thank you, Paron." He didn't seem like a very caring man, which saddened her a little even though she knew not everyone would or could walk the world with an open heart. It was simply not the way of things, no matter how unfortunate.

The bell around her wrist made a soft sound as she sipped from the bowl itself, not using a spoon. She wasn't used to having utensils.

"She is sent forth from Shiimti, the House Where the Breath of Life is Breathed In," Iksuda continued in her explanation. "They say to her, Walk as innocent in the world of the dreaming flesh and Go among the Salmat Qaqqadi so that you may know them. So she goes in many places at many times which are not now. And now she is here. She heals and prays and perfects."

by **Vaedron** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 3:56 pm

by **Vaedron** » Mon Sep 07, 2015 7:35 pm

Sar’Von, Vaedron

Garesa was barely understanding what Iksuda was saying. It was confusing to him, the way she spoke. She kept referring to herself as if she wasn’t, her. It made no sense. Igigi, he had never heard of them, but if had interpreted things correctly, she had once been a warrior of some sort, whether it had been a freedom fighter, a mercenary, or a professional didn’t matter now, but she seemed fit enough.

He decided he would have his own little chat with Officer Devron once this was all over. once the monk got back to being able to do what she wished. He didn’t even notice she didn’t use the spoon. Rhy waited by the door, always peering outside of it.

“I have good news for you, Garesa. This woman is clear.” The officer was sitting at his desk, a great deal of booklets and tabs open on his monitor of various language detectors and translation programs.

Cristopher nodded, he was happy for her. Despite him feeling like she didn’t need help, he was still worried. “Perfect. Hopefully we can all go back to work now then.” The officer handed Garesa her papers, then went back to monitoring the current operation.

Garesa handed the papers to Iksuda. “You are free to go. If you need anything, just take a look for me, and just ask. I am sorry to have held you here so long.” He gave a slight nod of his head, and exited the station, followed by Rhy.

“Garesa, tell me, who was your father.” Cristopher froze at the question. He didn’t like his past.

“Why does it matter, Rhy?”

“Just curious. We have all had some shit in our lives we would rather not go back into, but I would like to know.” His voice was still soft, it was like the soft growl of an angry hound.

“If I tell you, will you never ask of it again?”

“Yes.”

“Reiner Veline.” Rhy looked surprised, but he kept to his word.

Reiner Veline had been the Vaedron equivalent of a mafia boss, operating rather publically. He was responsible for much bloodshed, and was the reason Garesa saw death as a sign of sickness. He had seen his father, as a sick cruel man. He sometimes still heard the screams of the interrogated in his mind, still heard the sounds of kidnappings.

Reiner Veline had been found on the scene of an attempted human trafficing case with a young girl, dead, with a knife in his lower back, and three shots in the back of head, with one additional for each of the four who had been directly involved. No one knew what happened, but Reiner’s child disappeared after that.

One of many dark truths in the nation of the damned and forgotten.

by **Tolorian Empire** » Tue Sep 08, 2015 6:31 pm

Amorix Capital Building

Mason walked up the steps to the building. He came dressed as best as he could. He was wearing an old suit that his father used often, and he had very worn out shoes. He entered into the building and headed towards the front office. He told the lady he was here to see the governor. The secretary showed him to the governor's office.

Meanwhile, Governor Nava was in his office. He was devising a plan to help out the lower class of the city. He plans to lower taxes for lower income families and double the taxes for the wealthy. This will get him more public support. He knows, however, that he will face stiff opposition from the wealthy people. But if worst comes to worst, the lower class will protect him from the upper class. He was deep in thought when he was startled by his secretary, when she opened the door to announce Mason was here.

"Sir, Mason Soffan is here to see you," she said.
He replied, in a shocked tone, "What? Err..Mason! I'm glad you made it. Please please, come sit down."

Mason goes and sits down and they start discussing the army position. Nava gets out Mason's application and looks over it one more time before he begins.

"It says here that you've been kicked out of school numerous times, because you have stirred up trouble by bullying people. You barely passed high school. And you want me to give you an officer spot in my army?" Nava shoots him a hard look. Mason stiffens up in his chair, looking very nervous. Nava goes on,"Lucky for you, I like you. Our army's current condition is pathetic. There is no order. No control. No respect. According to these records, you commanded that from your fellow students in your school. Our officers are incompetent, too easygoing, and they have no control over our army. According to this, you practically ran the school. Basically, I need someone to command our army and defend us when needed. I've actually thought about talking to the Emperor about expanding our lands. But we need a competent general to do that. Tell you what, show up at the military outpost tomorrow at 2. I'm gonna run you through a little simulation. If you pass, I will name you general of my army. If not, you go back to whatever hole you came from. Do we have a deal?" Nava extended out his hand.

Mason shook the governor's hand. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."

"You better not," the governor replied.

Mason got up and left to go back home. Nava grinned and got back to work.

by **Ostar** » Tue Sep 08, 2015 8:09 pm

The advisers, agents and Teller climbed into the vehicles present. Teller had noticed the gunshots but so did his agents who tensed up at the sound. Teller chuckled to himself, he knew it was their job but he still chuckled.

Major Hughes picked up on the animosity that the Blood Knight was sending their way, then again even the most 'thick' person would have been able to. Hughes was a no nonsense guy, and truth be told he didn't like the idea of spending six months in a nation like this one, especially if the higher echelons of the military were even remotely similar to this one. The agents and the advisers kept a sharp look out as they drove through the city, noting landmarks and a somewhat rundown city.

Teller was looking over some papers from his briefcase, he paused realizing that in Ostarian culture it was considered rude. "I apologize, it occurred to me that I do not know your name. While we are heading for our destination I'd be interested to hear the history of your order and how you've all come so far."

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