The constabulary and gendarmerie, in the name of order, dragged many of the culprits, in chains to the gaols, and armed heavily, made perimeters around Shahid quarters. But their hearts were not with the cause, for these people had affronted their gods. In the tumultuous chambers of Auyadell, Shahid officials pounded their chests in rage and tore at their locks in devastated anguish. Indeed did they roar at their Gauliscian masters in fury, but, the power over the realm, those who uttered aye or nay to laws did not rest in the hands of a council elected by the citizenry, nor in those of the Crown but with those who bore the sword at the hil. The plight of the shahids was not heeded.
Stirrings in Ummayah had drawn many Wankan Shahids to its sandy shores, to take up arms in a holy war, that they willed would, one day, bring the world to prayer in the name of Allah. Such commotions in the camel-tread deserts of Ummayah did little to raise the eyebrows of those in the high halls of many turreted Clovisburg. For these were only desert peoples? But alas, they had garnered support from far and wide, and the Ummayad Councils had been caught with its sleeping blade in a drawer. Now, the bulging horde thrust barbed blades in the direction of Tuxlocia, the steaming islands held by the Imperial Crown. And it was now, the eyes of the boar narrowed at Ummayah, that the shahids condemned themselves to assault until the stars died and the sun withered, and all of Hades’ minions rose out of Tartarus to vanquish the world.
07:35 Verstoudzug, Zathuwe District, Ouëndaal
Gently humming, speeding as she went, the urban snake glided on the iron tracks, swiftly through the grey towers and lights of the city. It slowed as it neared a platform, thronging with travellers to board, all on their ever-monotonous paths to work.
“[i]Ladies and Gentlemen, the incoming station is.. Bochsthor.. Please take the greatest diligence when alighting from the carriage, be mindful of fellow voyagers and of the crevice, betwixt the carriage and the platform. Verstoudzug would..-” In amongst the heaving and bustling throng, deep in the tight thickets of arms and legs, a bearded man, like many of his Shahid brethren was jostling through, when he fell to his knees. The crowd parted as he raised his palms to the high heavens.
“Oh God, Oh Mighty One, Oh Reaper of the Infidels! Accept my offerings in appeasement for their transgressions, and grant me eternal joy and everlasting bliss! ALLAHU AKBARRR!”
A fireball burst out the carriage, it's roaring tongues licking the metal shell. Smoking babes flew through the thick black air, thrown by the power, limbs crackled, and skin cooked to a crisp. Men screamed like children as they roasted and women drowned in the flames. Blood ran thick on the tracks, foaming and bubbling, the thick gore painted the seats in the carriage. Those in attached carriages scurried away, wailing and gasping, gawping at the sight of their citizens dragging their legless bodies out of the flames or ruptured chests, the full rack of ribs protruding.
Othoucker Market, Othoucker Square, Auyadelle
No less was the slaughter in the marketplace, in amongst the lowing cattle and bleating goats. Four assailants burst into the square, spewing steady streams from their guns, cutting the shopping folk down like quails in the hunting season, rich and creaming was the crimson that swirled through the cobbled plaza. Indeed did many fall to the ground, clutching their dart ridden flanks as they pulsed out their sanguine essence in gushing torrents. Soon, the Shahids drew up with the fleeing market-goers in close quarters. Like lions in a sheep fold, they set to work, dragging and chewing at the flock struck dumb with fear, ripping them open, before roaring at the terrified onlookers with a blood stained mouth. They drew Ummayad blades and ruptured the torsos of many, leaving heaps of groaning citizens twitching on the saffron floor. One attacker, in a heated frenzy of death and ruin set upon a fleeing crowd at the square gates, the first of their number attempted to overcome the Shahid, but the attacker brought his ancient blade down hard, cleaving the man’s head open like a split log, the sap oozing out steadily as he sunk to the floor.
All the while sirens shrieked across the city, rotary birds hummed and swooped. One shahid warrior, facing now a wall of charging gendarmes took to prayer:
“Oh Allah, if these sacrifices to your name were truly delectable, and if the name of my family incites feelings of honour and servitude then grant me a final kill and a warrior’s death!” And with that, he hurled the sword into the advancing green lines, it's age old talismans swiftening its course as it made a cleft through the air, and finally through the neck of a gendarme who screamed as he crumpled in a heap and spewed out his soul in a cascade of deep red having heaved the blade from his neck as his dying action. The gendarmes, arriving from every path into the square, their birds of war hovering over. One by one, in blizzards of bullets and shafts, the Shahid warriors were cut down to the bloody cobblestone ground.
Kronstadtstraße (Chrœnstoudstraasse), Auyadelle
With hound and hawk did the forces of the High King, guardians of the realm and the citizenry track the friends of the insurgents. Truly with growing anger over the slaughter of their compatriots did they pound the door of their abode down to sawdust and splinters, and sallied forth with a roar. Every room was searched high and low, every hole and hovel with torch and blade. At last, cowering under a desk, the shahid allies were dragged out, all three, and with such force, sinews burst off and bones snapped. Paraded out into the streets to their vehicle, their was thick with abuse, and the gathering citizens threw both insults and fruit at the Shahids.
Bloodbath in Auyadelle! Scores dead, hundreds wounded!
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Around 84 people are believed to be dead, with over 200 injured at various levels as a result of a string of terror attacks in Auyadelle this morning. An intercity train in Zathuwe was subject to a suicide bombing, the dead are still being counted but around 12 died and over 30 seriously injured. At the Othoucker Market, a team of five gunmen opened fire on and stabbed over 1,000 people, killing at least 72 and injuring at least a further 170. Emergency services and law enforcement bodies have said that they expect these numbers to rise a lot more by the end of the day.
Gendarmes raided a property on Chrœnstoudstraasse, capturing associates of the attackers minutes after the attack. It is believed that security forces had intelligence of an attack shortly before it happened. Field Marshall and key military, emergency and civil service heads have convened for an emergency meeting, most likely at the Yperhous.
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The Yperhous, Government Emergency Contingency Operations Initiative, Franconian Highlands
With the chief now at the meeting place, all rose to salute. Indeed was there sorrow and pain, for the loss of so many of their countrymen. The dead numbered at perhaps 90, with 250 wounded. The people bayed for the blood of the offenders.
“Ought we to give them blood? Take vengeance for the slaughter of our children? Or should we stay our blades and shrink into the tight groves and glens of our land?” Offered one minister, to be met with howls of indignation.
“Never! They must have rods put to their back! We must drown them in flames!”
“Gentlemen! All in due time. We will have our retribution, but only in good time, when servants of the crown and those in Xaarloë have wrangled in cunning to devise sneaky plans to lay waste to the murderous foes. For if we were to charge like a reddened bull, snorting clouds of hot steam and pounding the earth with hooves aching to dance in free flowing filth, our neighbouring kingdoms would scorn us with furrowed brows, and one by one hurl coloured javelins into our hide to bring us down through a slow death. No, indeed must we delay our righteous retribution so that it is more potent when indeed we notch poisoned arrows to the strings, they embed in their quarry and grant it a laggard despatch.” Thus spoke the Field Marshall, Elerich Jawœrkund to nodding heads.
Unknown Gaol, Somewhere...
Dragged liked rocks from a quarry, the captured Shahids were tugged by heavy chains through the winding maze of cells, their sullen inhabitants shaking their bony fists, gnawing at the bars and reaching out for the new, sun kissed flesh. Pale creatures spawned in these dark halls, scarpering around, hissing and grabbing. Indeed did they scurry between the legs of the Shahids, squealing in delight as the tugged at their shackles and pulled on their legs, piercing the skin. They were thrown into a chamber, damp and musty, a bloody mist lingering from previous subjects. Tied down fast and stiff to chairs, with great rods and blades were they beaten and slashed, the great chains bludgeoning their faces. Cables were punctured into their thighs and fast blue currents ran through their bodies, leaving them sprawling and smoking.
At last, with one shahid a sizzling heap of purple, the other two heaving out their last breaths, the agents of the crown heard what they had guessed all the while.
“Truly… we say… Al-Kebaab, it is.. they will lay waste to your.. pagan ways… your wives will be ravaged and your.. sons.. blade… Ummayah, there the jihad will… spread to your lands. There, Al Kebaab will… bring forth… your destruction..”
With mercy that was undue but perhaps the sight was too wrenching for the agents, one took his revolver and blew off their heads. There they rot, reeking and fermenting, giving great feast to the dark minions.