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Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
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written Sunday, January 18 2004 20:25
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The world had slipped out from under Kellen's feet. A few moments before, he had been riding over the scattered army of General Hugo, unstoppable, immortal. The glorious, dazzling Emperor riding beside him had seemed unreal, and the day was golden. And then the black horse had come, with its demonic master astride. A stream of running Imperial soldiers had cut him off from his Emperor, and by the time he had reached Ironclad, his Emperor had fallen. As the arrows struck Hugo's body, and then his face, Kellen screamed - not in reckless vengeance, but in fury and anguish. A second later, Hugo's crowned head was on the ground, his blood smeared on Kellen's sword. But it was too late - the Emperor, Gideon Ironclad, was dead. But the day was not lost, not completely - Tarem rallied the troops, quite easily now that the grizzled old general was dead, and ordered another charge. The northern section of the army soon fell to the vengeful wrath of the combined Imperial Army. Those who could escaped to the south, where they were met by the rest of the PIA - together, they broke through to the southwest and retreated, the AIA, the White Peak Army, the Populists, and the Solarans close behind. But no victory could heal Kellen's pain. He knew that Ironclad was less competant than most men on Pralgrad, that only a mistake on nature's part had made him so charismatic. But he had loved his Emperor, nonetheless - a love stronger than that between brothers, or lovers, or any comrades. He would never be able to see this day as a victory, no matter how hard he tried. Major Tarem saw this utter despair in his eyes; before riding off in pursuit of Hugo's army, he had given orders that the Imperial soldier was to be allowed anywhere, to do anything, within reason. Kellen rode straight to Warderson, barely recognizing the world around him or the horse under him. Only his experience kept him from falling off the beast and getting trampled by the soldiers riding hard in the opposite direction. Without realizing how he had gotten there, Kellen found himself standing in front of Warderson. He had no real power; he knew that. He had been in control only through what was now a dead man. Without the Emperor, Kellen was just another soldier, with undying loyalty to the Imperial throne. And therefore Warderson, his shocked mind told him. And back on the battlefield, surrounded by priests, some weeping openly, a man moved. He took a shuddering gasp of breath, then whimpered in pain - the priests did not care about this. All they knew was that he was alive. And, wincing in pain, the man opened his eyes, finding himself on a blood-soaked stretcher, with the stench of magic in the air. A one-armed man, in a glorious suit of armor, not quite so shiny as before. He was barely alive, true. But he still had one lung working; he was alive. Of course, Kellen did not know this. EDIT: Turns out that actually is possible... [ Sunday, January 18, 2004 20:37: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Sunday, January 18 2004 14:44
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"What are they doing?" "You ask too many questions. You're trained to fight, not to think." "Right." The White Peak army had already seen the catapults in action. They had lost very few men, and were able to retreat very quickly; they were now just out of range, and could easily back up again. But this new movement in the PIA ranks made them nervous - what new devilry were they going to unleash? ***** "A bit further... further... left... back to the right a bit... fire!" The arrow flew threw the air, blindingly bright between the sun above and the fire consuming its wood. It struck. The catapultmen were not prepared for this - they had seen the grove of trees, but thought nothing of it until a flaming arrow came out of it. Two catapults launched stones at the grove - the two archers within were crushed. Laughing, the catapultman reached for a bucket of water to douse his catapult. He opened the container absent-mindedly, watching to see if anything came from the destroyed grove. Turning to his catapult, he threw the liquid onto the fire. He did not have time to notice his mistake. The "bucket" of chemicals hit the wood and burst into flames - before long, the catapult was on fire, as were many of the soldiers nearby. They had nowhere to run, nowhere but forward or to the side - those who ran forward were shot by the White Peak archers, and those who ran to the side spread the Greek fire with them. Nobody heard the crack above the tortured screams, but that did not matter - the catapult's supply of fire hit the ground and cracked, spreading the flames further. Within minutes, the PIA flank was on fire - the remaining catapults were being carried towards the White Peak army, the frantic PIA spearhead behind them. At that moment, a horn blew, followed by an earth-shaking soldiers' roar. Some of the strongest horses on the continent leaped forth; the catapults were stopped and reconstructed, the PIA army lining up in front of them. But by the time they were ready, it was too late - a wave of straining muscle and well-forged iron washed over them. The cavalry barely paused as they hit the line of pikes. The flank had fallen. ***** Gideon Ironclad was giddy with a childish excitement: he was going to battle. Battle. not sitting in a dark, dusty room, pretending to order imaginary soldiers into non-existant battles, which a bunch of rich men were out, doing great deeds in his name. This time he was the one doing the great deeds, and he was sitting in anything but a dark, dusty room. "My liege," Kellen said. "You should put this on." Ironclad looked, and his face lit up with joy. A widely smiling Kellen was standing by his side, holding a pile of gloriously shining steel, gold, and silver. "Where did you get that?" "It's yours, my liege. It was given to Warderson when he left for Aizo, years ago; now that he's back, and allied to his rightful Emperor, he feels that you should have it. Here, I'll help you put it on." Gideon Ironclad stood up as if in a dream - he had never liked armor, but then, he had never seen this particular suit of it before. With Kellen's help me managed to get it on - when it was done, he looked in a mirror. He was astonished at the change. He had always been vaguely handsome, in a boyish sort of way, but this armor made him look like a god. "Amazing, my liege," Kellen said. "You could defeat that traitorous bastard's army alone, with that." "What?" Ironclad said, distracted. Something about Kellen's tone made this seem immediate. "Oh, right, I haven't told you yet, my liege. The battle has started - the mages received word of this, not too long ago. It is too far to the flank, and your army from White Peak - you will be leading Tarem's men, the reserves from the north. See, there is the coast, can you see the men? They are waiting for you." Not long after, Gideon Ironclad stepped off the ship in a daze. A glorious white horse was waiting for him, with a skillfully-designed saddle; there would be no clutching desperately at the mane this time. Kellen was in full armor, himself, and mounted a large brown horse. The Emperor rode to Major Tarem, Kellen trailing slightly behind. "My liege," Tarem said, bowing. "Major," Ironclad replied, smiling. "The men are ready?" "Let's ask them." The three rode, with their escort, back the army. Tarem directed his horse to the front of the army, with the two other man behind him. "Loyal soldiers of the Empire! These traitorous dogs arrayed against us have rejected the mandate of the gods, and have rebelled against the righteous Emperor! Their blood shall water the soil this day - in the end, all resistance will be crushed entirely! Are you ready to destroy these traitors for your Emperor here, before you?" The PIA, still a distance off, could hear the roaring response. The more optimistic of the soldiers brightened up, thinking that their fellow soldiers had won some glorious victory against the evil Solarans, or the oppurtunistic Aizoan Imperial Army. But for most, this roar struck fear into the hearts; few dared desert at this point, with the corpses lying in front of them with arrows in their backs. But this was all that stopped them. And so it was that the northern AIA marched on Hugo's forces, with Emperor Gideon Ironclad at their head, shining brilliantly in the noonday sun. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 17 2004 19:26
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"Hugo is at your gates, my army must be rallied, I must go!" "It's not safe, Emperor Ironclad," Warderson responded. "You would be killed before you could even get onto that ship." "Why didn't you let me out before, then?" "It wasn't safe then, either. I apologize for the inconvenience." "'Apologize.' I am the Emperor, and I want to leave! I need to -" "What the hell is the meaning of this?" Both leaders jumped; they had not seen Kellen come in. "What do you know about this?" Kellen shouted, holding a bloody knife. Warderson half-drew his sword, then slowly resheathed it, noticing the cut on the soldier's face. "How the hell did that man get in, was he allowed past your guards?" "Kellen, I'm terribly sorry - Emperor - I didn't -" Warderson was shocked. He had thought he was perfectly safe, here in his office. But if an assassin could find his way past so many well-trained guards without a word of alarm being sounded, to attack one of his guests, for this is what must have happened, then he could be killed at any moment. "I swear to every god imaginable that this is not my doing, nor the doing of any man loyal to the Aizoan Invasion Army. I will discover all I can about this breach in security, and do anything in my power to fix it. Thank God you are alive, Kellen. What happened?" Slightly calmer by this point, Kellen described the attack to both men sitting before him. "I was right where you left me, in your quarters, my liege," he began, "keeping myself busy, when I heard a footstep behind me. I was too late to avoid the knife, as you can see," he said, putting a shaking hand to his cheek, "but that bastard missed his target. He was not a large man, and was dressed in the sort of cloak one could find anywhere in this city, or on Pralgrad, for that matter. He held a knife in each hand; I knocked him backwards, and he rushed at me. I drew my sword, but he knocked me into the wall before I could use it. Whoever sent him," Kellen continued, the rage in his eyes reigniting, "made a grave mistake, sending that particular man to kill me. I overpowered him quickly, and got a grip on his neck; he wriggled out of my hands, that filthy little weasel, and took off. I grabbed his wrist, and he dropped this knife, then hit my face with his other hand, and escaped through the door. By God, if I could get my hands on him, or whoever sent him -" "Wait a minute," Warderson interrupted. "How do you know he was sent?" "He muttered something about 'dealing with him later', when he hit me, and it sounded pretty subserviant. Although - come to think of it, how did he know that I was there, and not you, my liege? My back was turned when he came in, he could easily have mistaken me for you... and maybe he meant he would deal with you later, not whoever sent him... Warderson, if you tell the truth, you had better double your guard, and make damn sure they're alert. If anyone touches the Emperor..." he broke off, his voice almost shaking in rage. "You have an idea of who it is," Warderson stated. "The person who sent him. Who?" "Well... I hope you will forgive me for making such assumptions based on so little evidence," Kellen began slowly, "but the timing of this attempt and the arrival of Hugo's army may not be such a coincidence. Now that I think of it, I am almost sure that that upstart bastard sent the weasel in here to kill the Emperor. He may not be able to defeat your army," Kellen said, his voice rising again, "but he can at least strike at your figurehead. Your Emperor," he amended hastily. "Warderson, you cannot stand for this. That rebel is outside your gates as we speak - crush him. He is surrounded. Our men are surely regrouping by now - if you send the Invasion army at him from three sides while the White Peak army covers the fourth, he will be trapped. Kill him while you have the chance." ***** The sailor walked quickly, wrapped in his cloak, rubbing his neck. He avoided the glances of those around him - Collinegan had other supporters than himself, and it would not be wise for him to meet any of them after such a failure. Thinking of his master's wrath when he found out that his assassin had failed, the sailor eyed the small boats tied to the docks - boat-thievery suddenly didn't look so bad. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 17 2004 07:24
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(OOC: On the map: the Ironcladist forces control basically the entire eastern half of Pralgrad, but there are still Eastern Populists in that land, and Warderson, and probably part of the Alliance... I don't know how you're going to show the Populists, though, without some sort of shading or hatch marks or something...) -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Saturday, January 17 2004 07:08
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B. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. Incaseofemergency,breakglass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 17:10
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"I'm trapped again, aren't I?" "...No, my liege. At least, not yet." Gideon Ironclad sighed, frustrated. Sure, Warderson was letting his messages through to the Imperial Army; the eastern Populists were getting more and more violent, but the eastern side of Pralgrad was, in general, growing less chaotic by the day. The White Peak army was either well-trained, lucky, or both. Their original momentum had swept much of the opposition away, and allowed them to take the lands in the first place. But where most armies would degenerate into organized gangs of rapists, thieves, and vandals, the White Peak army had not. The constant fighting to the west was keeping them on their toes, and the constant fighting with the Populists gave them something to do. And also, the more politically-minded soldiers were not so sure that this new factor, the Aizoan Invasion Army, was such a good thing for their Emperor. "I haven't seen anyone but my own personal guards, the servants, and Warderson for days. This reminds me of my time with the council. The White Peak generals are in charge of the army, not me. Unless my time here somehow affects Warderson's decision, I am redundant." "Well, what do you want to do, my liege?" Kellen asked. "Go somewhere. I hardly care where. I'm getting sick of this room. I am the Emperor, I can do what I want." "Then let us go speak with Warderson." ***** "Our people have much to gain from each other," said the Populist, out of breath. "Oh, I can see it now! A contract sitting on the table - anarchy in exchange for order! Poverty for wealth! Destruction for development! And, of course, as the glorious Emperor, clad in silver and gold, shakes hands with your dirty bastard of a master, trying not to touch the rags, we can gain the best of all - life for death!" Shouting this last word, Lucas plunged his knife into the Populist's chests and twisted. The shocked, tortured eyes quickly glazed over, and Lucas wrenched his knife free. "The last of those scum," he muttered to himself, wiping his blade on the dead man's cloak. "The river is ours. The south is ours. Those Populist scum thought they could take our land, they thought they could take our power; let's see how well they do without those damned rabble-rousing leaders." He spat. "Now for the north..." Taking the dead Populist leader's weapons and gold, Lucas set off for the Ironcladist fort nearby. EDIT: OOC: Omlette, I can't see the image you posted. [ Friday, January 16, 2004 17:11: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 16:05
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Yes, of course, seperate entities and all that. Well, I have been told that Drakey is my mother, and also that he is six years old. If Drakey is indeed family, and indeed six years old, I think I can safely claim legal rights to his posts. That gives me... let's see... 12,371 posts (including the ikonboard and all). Beat that. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 15:57
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Well, I was wondering the same thing... Welcome back. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 14:15
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Well, maybe I'm a just a yes-man, but I also agree with Morgan. I also agree that this whole thing is putting a large grin on the media's collective face, but I'm not so convinced that he's innocent. Whether he's innocent or not, though, people have no right to put his suspected sex crimes above the crimes of proven murderers, just because he's famous. Not to mention hideous. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 14:06
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Left to the Satanists? Hey, now... anyway, I'm listening to alternative. I never listen to heavy/death metal of any kind if I can help it. Listening to Day by Day - Nurtured in Purple. :P Shut up. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 16 2004 14:01
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:) Nothing wrong with serving your government and your people, Marooner. It doesn't make you a bad person; on the contrary, it's commendable. Using seized property to pay for protection for the people is far better than increasing taxes to do the same; if the former owner is a criminal, what else should be done with it? Any corruption is bad, of course. Unfortunately, corruption is everywhere; it's just more noticable in the police force. Stick to your job, and don't just turn away from the corruption of others, and you should be fine. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 15 2004 20:02
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Actually, I was trying to decide between XBox and Gamecube. I guess I'd rather go with Gamecube, since it's not made by Microsoft, but I really don't know how they compare, quality-wise. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 15 2004 19:58
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Ugh. Can't stand that song, or band. I used to love them, too. I'm listening to Christian Rock on purpose for the first time in my life, as far as I can remember. It's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 15 2004 19:53
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quote:Alorael owns my soul, if only in thought. I play Blizzard and AmbrosiaSW games, mainly, and I have no consoles. Suggestions, people? Which console is best (including cost)? -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 15 2004 19:48
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You also get a CD for Nethergate. And an awesome CD case with it, unless I'm some kind of expection to the rule... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 15 2004 19:43
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Some people post quality posts, while others try for quantity, but Alorael is one of the few who has managed both at the same time. Congratulations. ...Makes me wonder if I could catch up to Alorael and then beat him, all in one day, before I get banned for spam... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Wednesday, January 14 2004 18:34
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I don't see any reason not to have cameras, really, but since I wouldn't watch it anyway, I said no. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Monday, January 12 2004 18:31
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"Greetings, General." "Greetings, my liege." Gideon Ironclad, still feeling slightly seasick from his quick voyage from the SAFT headquaters to Warderson's headquarters, sat down in the offered chair. He briefly wondered where the General had found such a good chair, and how he had managed to get it for himself. "You got my message?" "Of course. It came soon before my landing." "I'm glad it got to you. You see my situation, then?" Kellen sighed. Guarding the Emperor from his potential allies was not the highest on his list of priorities, but if he could prevent any more attempts to trick the Ironclads into ridiculous deals, it was worth it. "I do, and I also notice that, as of yet, you are the only Imperial candidate who deemed me important enough to meet with." Warderson knew that Ironclad had been very close-by when he had sent the summons, and that he had had a much easier time getting to this port than any other candidate would have had. But he could tell immediately that this was a man who liked compliments, whether they made sense or not. "Well, yes, Vida was very good about that, of course. But you are right; the others don't seem to take you into account as much as they should." "Ironclad I was a good man," said Warderson after a pause. "I was sad to learn of his death. I was even more sad to hear of the chaos in my beloved Pralgrad. I want this to end, and I want it to end now." "Then we have a common goal." "It would seem so. But tell me; where is your council?" "Dead, or captured, it would seem." "Then you would be ruling by yourself, at least at first." "By myself, yes. And with those who help me regain my power. "Ahh. An offer of land, I see, and of power for myself. Do you know that every candidate with a head soundly on his shoulders will offer me exactly the same thing?" "They would?" Kellen barely managed to contain his frustration. He leaned over, and whispered in Gideon's ear, "They would. But they would want Aizo for themselves. You wouldn't." Warderson watched th Emperor's face carefully during this. "They would," he said slowly, as Kellen stood straight up again. "What do you have to offer me that they don't?" "Aizo." This was a complete lack of tact, of course; when haggling, one generally does not state one's ideas so openly. But it seemed to work. "Aizo. Aizo already belongs to the empire. I left enough men there to keep it under control. By the time anyone returns to Aizo, it will be as much a part of the Empire as White Peak, or even Pralgrad. Why would you give that to me, my liege, while your opponents would not?" "I wish only to restore myself to the throne, as is my right. I want these rebels crushed, and I want order in the Empire. If I have that, you can have Aizo; under my power, of course, but you would be all but sole ruler of the entire continent. "Sol is an usurper; if he wanted order, he would never have placed his bid for power in the first place. If he sat on the throne, he would be like a greedy child, grabbing all he can for himself, and sharing with none. Kylen is dead, of course. Hugo has no claim to the throne, none whatsoever, even less than Sol or Kylen did. The Populists have already expressed their contempt of you and your army; if they get their way, the empire will be an empire no longer. It would be a loose union of many small provinces, all but warring with each other; the chaos we have now would not compare. Only Sol has anything like my legitimacy, and he would not share power. No; if you want order, you must fight for me. Disregard the pretenders; I am your Emperor." ***** To the west, Ironcladist forces were busy putting down the Populist rebellions around the rivers. These Populists had no order, no semblance of order; they were simply a bunch of rebels, vainly grasping at false hopes, inspired by their western and northern counterparts. Without their leaders, they were simply mobs with pitchforks, easily crushed and then ignored. Considering this, it is easy to understand why an assassin like Lucas quickly made a name for himself. To the southern Populists, it was a name of terror. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 9 2004 20:37
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I'd finish that off, but I don't think ef would be too happy... EDIT: That reminds me. If those sorts of references to your age offend you, ef, please let me know. I apologize if they do. Is racism agaisnt Mexicans really that much of any issue? I don't mean that in a derogatory way, I'm just wondering. There are very few Mexicans where I live, so maybe I just haven't had a chance to see the problem... but I've heard more than a few racist remarks about Jews, and about African Americans, but none about Mexicans. Maybe New York is just different... I beg to differ on the "nice to people" part, but that's really beside the point; I wasn't just talking about you. And yes, that has struck me; Bush had the right general idea, I think, but no idea how to go about doing it right. I'm a bit more optimistic than you, though; it hasn't been a year yet, and anyway, things like this take time. The country may not be so democratic now, but that will change; look at German and Japan after WWII. I know it's a different situation and all that, but we'll figure it out before too long. Here's the thing: the people don't want a dictator. They have been freed from a dictator and given a chance at a not inconsiderable cost to themselves; they're not just going to give it up. [ Friday, January 09, 2004 20:40: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 9 2004 16:49
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Yes. Moronic, but funny. The sad thing is that some peopel will probably take it for truth - I mean, if people are dumb enough to believe the creators of this site are serious, then I'm sure people are also dumb enough to believe that this "theory" is right. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 9 2004 15:45
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Diamonds and Guns - Transplants Internet radio is more useful than I thought... -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, January 9 2004 14:44
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quote:...And negative change. There's nothing wrong with moderation. The slower the change, the easier it is to control. Not that I think nothing should change, or that nothing should change quickly, mind you. You all know that I supported and still support the war in Iraq, which is a quick regime change. But I think people would be nicer to each other and society would be improved if we all drew in to the center a bit. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 8 2004 19:15
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The weather balloon does not approve. Not at the moment, anyway. I may have found a good market for used pipes, Alorael. I'm not so sure about the aerial conditions. We should also decide which kind of pipes to use, if we're planning on delivering the payload shortly. Also, the weather balloon itself is getting low on fuel. I say we take care of that first. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 8 2004 19:01
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Emoticons are overrated. He's called *Yawn* because he's tired. Obviously. EDIT: I wish there were a fyora in my soup... [ Thursday, January 08, 2004 19:01: Message edited by: Sir David ] -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, January 8 2004 18:58
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Congratulations to those in the middle. Moderation is good. -------------------- And though the musicians would die, the music would live on in the imaginations of all who heard it. -The Last Pendragon TEH CONSPIRACY IZ ALL Les forum de la chance. In case of emergency, break glass. Posts: 3351 | Registered: Saturday, April 6 2002 08:00 |