Post Archive
Region: Aelstun RP
Your face was black with soot and your lungs filled with burning fear. I cried as my voice couldnt reach you, I cried out to my children to save you. She said in a somber tone. The face of a young revolutionary took him by his arm as they dragged his unconscious body to the surface. He opened his eyes, the sky above looked like burning petroleum, great behemoths fell as missiles from afar took them down. It was the end of the old world all happening in Valesord. Mikhal looked at Poole with a glint of understanding in his eyes, the lady of the city is not kind to people's memories. But quickly averted his gaze.
The group began to make their way out of the Rambala district and into the New quarter. Where most of the citys recovery efforts had laid in building rows upon rows of different colored apartment buildings: they made them of glowing rainbow manasteel, brick, and concrete. Unlike the Rambala, people crowded the street as the city came back to life. It was the first time in Anercian history where the working class was in the saddle. Practically every building of any size had been seized by its workers and tenants and was draped with red flags or with the red and purple flag of Anercia. All of the churches, cathedrals, and holy sites were destroyed or desecrated with the Sun of the Republic. The revolution had long ago dismantled the churches worshipping the grey emperor, or the false gods prayed to by the Fascha. Every shop, market stall, and restaurants had an inscription saying that it had been co-operated. Cashiers and shopwalkers looked the group in the face and treated them as equals. Servile and even ceremonial forms of speech had entirely disappeared, as every man and woman addressed each other as comrade or brother/sister. In outward appearance it was a city in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist.
A strong breeze then began to start, I was reborn. The lady whispered strongly. Not of the Jackboots of fascism or monarchism. But of Elysium. The wind seems to howl as the premier looks up at the sky again. The deep gray of the clouds above turned into a silvery mist like cigarette smoke. Beneath his feet, deep beyond the scurrying rats in the sewers, deeper still than the remnants of great ore-extracting machinery was the burial place of long lines of Colonial governors. A great subterranean vault rumored to hold countless riches the grey empire had stolen throughout the centuries. Gold-lined tombs that the children of the Rambalas venture deep beneath for search of ancient treasure: gold, rubies, and preserved jars of Magenta Cannabis. Even deeper, was her, the forgotten queen still perfectly preserved, encased in wax and glass. Buried nearly a mile underground as her body could not be destroyed. She was beautiful, her scarlet hair and fair skin, and an ample bosom to rival any woman.
In a daze now, the Premier was attracted to the idea of heading westward. He had no idea why he wanted to or even what's there, she was telling him, I am the city, A fragment of the greater whole of Anercia. Visit my heart and I will return you my secrets. She asked him.
"Sir premier? Are you doing alright? You have been acting a little off, which is starting to worry me"
Despite not completely trusting premier, enjel wants to make sure that he isn't upset or going trough something sad
In kievaely, elybia, anti occupation posters are nailed onto walls and all across kievaely. The posters reads the following
"It is time to take up arms. For too long have we been occupied. Drakonaris are lying to us, they claim that they are here to protect us, but if they didn't arrest our queen and king, if they didn't take away our military, we wouldn't need to have protection in the first place. Take up arms, cast our occupiers out of our land! Take your freedom, claim your right!
The Premier puts his hand to his forhead and steadies himself after the last bout of memories and visions from the lady of the city.
"I'm uh fine" the Premier says cursing himself for not maintaining his calm facade better "Just a bit of a headache is all." He smiles reassuringly at Enjel not wanting the princess to worry. She seems so young in comparison to the two of them, the Premier feels like he is reassuring a child instead of a soon to be queen.
The Premier turns to President Doga "Perhaps we could tour the western part of the city. I have heard good things about your development there." The Premier gives the President a meaningful look hoping he will understand the situation.
Post self-deleted by Elybia.
In kievaely, elybia, around 50+ Drakonarians who have moved into elybia are protesting. They feel like they are not being properly treated and represented by the governments of elybia on the basis of not being native to elybia.
The demands of the protesters are the following:
Rights to vote on each nations prime minister.
That the elysium order bans the discrimination of outsiders who moves into elybia.
Outside of the elysium order headquarters in phoenix hill, Gerald is addressing the demands
"Good day, I am Gerald bedsfa, the former King of elybia and elysium, and the current head of elysium order. We have heard your demands and have decided to accept one of your demands. After some investigation, we at the elysium order have found that there have been multiple people who have discriminated against you for the sole reason of being former Outsiders, which is completely unacceptable. Therefore, we have decided to create a bill that aims to ban discrimination of outsiders who move into elybia. This bill will be voted on by the people, you included, as this concerns you"
West of them was the Boia District, the highest concentration of Scarlettans in the city, mainly due to old imperial racial policies of social segregation. These rickety apartment buildings were made from the scraps used to build the other districts, an afterthought after they made slavery of scarlettan people illegal, but the people there were strong. You know, it was here when the first revolutionaries started to take back the city, everyone and their grandmothers had raised up arms. Mikhal explained. Watch out though, the VCM doesnt go here that often, the community doesnt really like police. Any police, communard or not, and I dont blame them. He added. Walking around they were eyed suspiciously from almost everywhere, but Doga didnt mind as he conversed with residents about their problems.
As the premier stood in the district, he would experience lucid visions, where he stood the district was no more. He was in another place, another time, the sky however hasnt changed from that burning oil color. It was again the Imperial Airships in the skies, but the buildings and men around him werent the revolutionaries. They were scarlettan warriors, clad in Drakeskin armor and glowing metal weapons. The buildings were made of red stone and orange wood, standing above him four stories tall. In the distance the roar of something familiar echoed across the skies. Coming into view, dragon riders in all their glory charged the line of steel, clawing and rending at their hulls while melting their crews inside. An ancient battle, taught to him in school, unfolding before his eyes. But the dragons were outnumbered, their death cries booming as they were shot by cannons and black magic. He looks to the center of the city, a woman with her eyes and hands glowing bright with a brilliant purple, casting spells and felling the Imperial Ironclads above. His heart races as a burning airship comes his way, manipulated by the woman as she brings it down to the ground. Before the ship falls on his head, he snaps out of the walking dream.
Mikhal touches his shoulder, "Hey, poole, are you ok?" He asked.
(you saw my history through draks post, so lets just say that)
As the two IFV's reached the city, they were surrounded by a sprawling metropolis, damaged and scarred but enduring on. Outside the bullet-resistant windows, the Chancellor saw the capital as it was, a city lost in time but found itself in a modern era. With the buildings shedding off old imperial architecture and replacing it with newer communal buildings. Sometimes they passed by defaced statues of the old order, nobles and kings of decades before covered in graffiti, some only with their stone bases still standing. Some stores and apartments were still riddled with bullet holes or caved in roofs. But in most of the city, a vibrant community stood in the place of its dilapidation, with tens of thousands hauling building materials and repairing the damage of two continuous wars.
They reached the White Palace, the former home of the Jesrurian Imperial Governor, now the home and base of operations of the Republic. Inside they saw the once sprawling opulence of the palace, stripped and replaced with the symbols of the Republic, the halls had paintings of the Revolution and famous heroes. Like Antov Sutherland, the hero of Lenshaven, retaking the city from the Royal Butcher Colonel Rogar Hakarin. Or Bruce Arvast III, an Imperial noble who stood against the grey emperor, and for his heroism he was burned alive in the front of the Palace.
Upstairs they were sat down in a round table, "So, you wish to discuss terms of trade?" the Vice President asks.
The speakers all over elybia turns on, and the voice of Queen enjel can be heard all over the country
"Brothers and sisters of moskvakselven. I know you are angry, I know you are filled with hate against your previous Slavers, but war will not solve anything. Instead of war, I propose that you sit down together, talk and come with a fair compromise. You are all my children who I have sworn to defend, and it breaks my heart to see you so set on killing and hurting each other.. if we truly want a elybia that the rest of aelstun can look at as example of what a great nation looks like, we must learn to forgive the sins of others, and help them repent and redeem themselves. I hope you will make the right decision"
The speech ends as the speakers turns off
As soldiers of the elybian armed forces enters ukrayma, they are Met by civilians who have taken up arms, and soon enough, the first shots are fired, leading to a massive fire fight, killing both civilians and soldiers. The battle for ukrayma has begun.
Ten thousand human soldiers are mobilised. Quickly after, ten thousand men are marching towards the elven tribes. Their mission is to occupy the tribes and force the alliance of the elven people to agree to an unconditional surrender. Humanity is now at war, and there is no going back
"Hello!? Can anyone hear me?! My name is tyra! We have managed to retake a news station in kievaely! I am begging you! For the sake of elys! For the sake of elybia and her daughters and sons! Help us!"
"Good day. I am EO-4 of the elysium order. As the legitimate government of elybia, the elysium order wishes to enact article 2 of the irc. Please approve our request, we are desperate and in dire need for aid"
"This is queen senia speaking. Elybians, our beautiful nation has been occupied by a pest known as the ERC. The ERC threatens to destroy our home, our culture and way of life. They are killing and raping women and children. They are killing our men in uniform. And I will not stand by and watch elybia burn to ashes. Elybia! Rise! Elybia fight! Take up arms and join us in the war against the ERC. Nothing short but the complete extinction of the ERC will be tolerated! GLORY TO ELYBIA! GLORY TO THE ELYBIAN PEOPLE!"
Assembled with Dot's Region Saver.
Written by Refuge Isle.