Information Box
Main Event: World War 1
OOC: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=402708
YEAR = 1911
Rannkradle, Lubezyk - Capital of the Rannoire Federation - Day of the Rooks
July 26, 1871
The parade has started. The day of the commemoration of the fall of the Blackguard Union. Peace had arrived at last. Though the Blackguard Union fell decades ago, it is good to celebrate it. Men and women, marching down the street with instruments of brass, wood, and so much more. The crowd, cheering on and on with spirits high, and behind them, troops marching, flanked by horsemen.
A day to celebrate, a day to commemorate the downfall of Rannoria's greatest enemy. A day to celebrate, a day to have fun. A day to celebrate, and sometimes a day to mourn for the losses of loved ones in the war. Though the downfall happened almost a century ago, so those times were no more. It was a festive day, and Grand Odjen Kar sat at his private stand.
"My liege, Grand Kar."
"Yes, Vernon?"
"The parade is going well, yes?"
"Very well indeed. I thought you knew."
Odjen took a sip of the tea Vernon Askwell provided.
"Ah, delicious. Thank you for the tea, Vernon."
"My pleasure. My pleasure indeed..."
Odjen took another sip, and another until he drained the cup.
"My, my. Quite delicious tea."
"It's home-grown, sire."
"Well, I'd like to say-"
His voice was cut off by himself, grabbing his chest. Odjen turned towards Vernon shakily.
"Odjen?"
"Vern... on... did... you... do... this...?" He was on his knees, face turning purple, and he seemed to be choking. His voice was shaky, and it has seemed to catch the two guards attention. They ran over to him.
"Grand Kar?" The guard said to him, but he couldn't speak.
The Grand pointed to Odjen, he stared. The guards heads turned towards Askwell.
Askwell pulled out a gun, and swiftly, shot the two guards.
"I'm sorry, Odjen, my old friend. But your reign is over."
And with a heave, Askwell heaved Odjen up, and threw him out of his stand. Plummeting to his death.