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Drakonaris wrote:The Premier looks genuinely startled as he hears the voice again. He had begun to convince himself that the voice has been a fabrication of his mind an auditory illusion created by the rushing by the train and his own weariness after the long train ride. The Premier is only half listening to the conversation between Enjel and President Doga and after a mumbled apology he steps away and allows the group to continue on a bit ahead calling for an aide who passes him a handkerchief and some water. After that he dismisses the aide and looks around trying to find the source of the voice. Seeing no one he tries to whisper in the direction from which the voice came hoping that they will respond. "I have come here on diplomatic business, I don't know who you are or how these are your ruins but since I travel with your President you would be wise not to interfere." The President feels silly speaking to an invisible voice and promises himself he will have his personal physician check for signs of schizophrenia.

Hearing the voice and what it said awakens something in him however. He can't put his finger on it. The voice itself is not familiar it is not any person he has spoken to before and yet somehow he knows it. It resonates with him drawing him back to another time.

A loud bang shakes the young man from his reading and he puts down the report. The sound was startlingly close and could only have come from one weapon, Debslandian combat rifles, the kind the government was covertly sending through the mountains to aid the revolutionaries. Around him embassy staff scramble to the window anxious to catch a glimpse of the revolutionaries as they enter the city. The chaos out the window is unlike anything the young man had ever seen. Machine gun fire rakes the sidewalk as imperial gunners mow down the advancing revolutionaries from their posts high atop the buildings fighting desperately to stem the red tide that had been sweeping the imperial province of Jesrurix. Suddenly a hand grabs the young man from behind and pulls him from the window. He tumbles to the floor roughly as the window in front of him explodes sending shards of glass impaling into the chair where he was sitting only a moment before. "Get up we need to get away from the windows" the weary voice of the ambassador says "I need you to help me get the staff to safety and let Alinor know what happened" the younger man leads the way down stairs into the basement office. Once the last of the junior attaches reaches the basement the younger man secures the door only to make the horrible realization "Where is the ambassador?" for a terrible moment everyone looks around in silence before one man finally stutters out "H-He was behind us, he said he needed to lock the outer door. I was the last one out I assumed he was behind me."

As he finishes talking the man is already rushing up the stairs fumbling with the lock on the basement door and bursting out into the main embassy. He takes two stumbling steps back as he sees what awaits him. The ambassador is sprawled out on the floor his tan suit now stained with red and seemingly burned in several places leaving little guess as to the condition of the ambassador's body. The room around him is no better. The chairs and desks that lined the room are now charred with small flames still burning. The tile floor has a massive black burn mark originating at the edge of the room near the window and spreading outward leaving little doubt as to what happened. A hand grenade, one of the favored tools of the imperial soldiers for flushing out rebels, probably carelessly thrown it flew through the window and detonated leaving this burned out wreck in its wake.

He sees a young revolutionary rushing by as he stands there still overcome by the horror of what lies before him. The man gives him a sympathetic glance before continuing on to join his comrades in the battle that still rages across the city. Realizing what he has to do the young man gulps trying to hold back the tears beginning to leak from his eyes already stinging from smoke and picks up the body of the ambassador crawling low across the ground trying to stay below the level of the windows and dragging the body of the older man down to the basement.

He carries the bloodied body of the ambassador down the stairs into the basement the only part of the embassy still untouched by the fighting above. He sees the faces of the staff as he gets down. Some of them had been there only a week or two flown in on the last transport to replace the staff who had quit when the rebellion started. No matter what they were expecting when they accepted this post none of them were expecting this. Their haunted faces and terrified looks as he carried down the ambassadors body told the man everything he needed to know. He also knew however that these men and women were his responsibility now. Whatever happened he had to keep them safe and ensure they survived till someone could come to rescue them.

A tap on the shoulder brought the Premier back to the present "Sir, the President and Princess are a ways ahead sir unless there is something we need to do here I suggest we follow them." The Premier blinks for a moment before turning to a concerned aide who stood next to him "Ah yes I suppose we should catch up. Thank you for reminding me I was lost in thought for a second I suppose" The Premier looks embarrassed by his momentary lapse walking quickly to catch up to Enjel and President Doga.

“Your face was black with soot and your lungs filled with burning fear. I cried as my voice couldn’t 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 city’s 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.

Drakonaris wrote:The Premier looks genuinely startled as he hears the voice again. He had begun to convince himself that the voice has been a fabrication of his mind an auditory illusion created by the rushing by the train and his own weariness after the long train ride. The Premier is only half listening to the conversation between Enjel and President Doga and after a mumbled apology he steps away and allows the group to continue on a bit ahead calling for an aide who passes him a handkerchief and some water. After that he dismisses the aide and looks around trying to find the source of the voice. Seeing no one he tries to whisper in the direction from which the voice came hoping that they will respond. "I have come here on diplomatic business, I don't know who you are or how these are your ruins but since I travel with your President you would be wise not to interfere." The President feels silly speaking to an invisible voice and promises himself he will have his personal physician check for signs of schizophrenia.

Hearing the voice and what it said awakens something in him however. He can't put his finger on it. The voice itself is not familiar it is not any person he has spoken to before and yet somehow he knows it. It resonates with him drawing him back to another time.

A loud bang shakes the young man from his reading and he puts down the report. The sound was startlingly close and could only have come from one weapon, Debslandian combat rifles, the kind the government was covertly sending through the mountains to aid the revolutionaries. Around him embassy staff scramble to the window anxious to catch a glimpse of the revolutionaries as they enter the city. The chaos out the window is unlike anything the young man had ever seen. Machine gun fire rakes the sidewalk as imperial gunners mow down the advancing revolutionaries from their posts high atop the buildings fighting desperately to stem the red tide that had been sweeping the imperial province of Jesrurix. Suddenly a hand grabs the young man from behind and pulls him from the window. He tumbles to the floor roughly as the window in front of him explodes sending shards of glass impaling into the chair where he was sitting only a moment before. "Get up we need to get away from the windows" the weary voice of the ambassador says "I need you to help me get the staff to safety and let Alinor know what happened" the younger man leads the way down stairs into the basement office. Once the last of the junior attaches reaches the basement the younger man secures the door only to make the horrible realization "Where is the ambassador?" for a terrible moment everyone looks around in silence before one man finally stutters out "H-He was behind us, he said he needed to lock the outer door. I was the last one out I assumed he was behind me."

As he finishes talking the man is already rushing up the stairs fumbling with the lock on the basement door and bursting out into the main embassy. He takes two stumbling steps back as he sees what awaits him. The ambassador is sprawled out on the floor his tan suit now stained with red and seemingly burned in several places leaving little guess as to the condition of the ambassador's body. The room around him is no better. The chairs and desks that lined the room are now charred with small flames still burning. The tile floor has a massive black burn mark originating at the edge of the room near the window and spreading outward leaving little doubt as to what happened. A hand grenade, one of the favored tools of the imperial soldiers for flushing out rebels, probably carelessly thrown it flew through the window and detonated leaving this burned out wreck in its wake.

He sees a young revolutionary rushing by as he stands there still overcome by the horror of what lies before him. The man gives him a sympathetic glance before continuing on to join his comrades in the battle that still rages across the city. Realizing what he has to do the young man gulps trying to hold back the tears beginning to leak from his eyes already stinging from smoke and picks up the body of the ambassador crawling low across the ground trying to stay below the level of the windows and dragging the body of the older man down to the basement.

He carries the bloodied body of the ambassador down the stairs into the basement the only part of the embassy still untouched by the fighting above. He sees the faces of the staff as he gets down. Some of them had been there only a week or two flown in on the last transport to replace the staff who had quit when the rebellion started. No matter what they were expecting when they accepted this post none of them were expecting this. Their haunted faces and terrified looks as he carried down the ambassadors body told the man everything he needed to know. He also knew however that these men and women were his responsibility now. Whatever happened he had to keep them safe and ensure they survived till someone could come to rescue them.

A tap on the shoulder brought the Premier back to the present "Sir, the President and Princess are a ways ahead sir unless there is something we need to do here I suggest we follow them." The Premier blinks for a moment before turning to a concerned aide who stood next to him "Ah yes I suppose we should catch up. Thank you for reminding me I was lost in thought for a second I suppose" The Premier looks embarrassed by his momentary lapse walking quickly to catch up to Enjel and President Doga.

enjel looks at the approaching Premier with a worried expression on her face. Enjel then says

"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!

Elybia wrote:enjel looks at the approaching Premier with a worried expression on her face. Enjel then says

"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

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.

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Drakonaris wrote: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.

enjel whispers something to one of her guards. Said guard then picks enjel up and puts her on his shoulders. Due to her size, it is difficult for enjel to keep up with premier and doga, so enjel told one of her guards to carry her. Meanwhile, two of her other guards looks suspiciously at doga and premier

Elybia wrote:enjel whispers something to one of her guards. Said guard then picks enjel up and puts her on his shoulders. Due to her size, it is difficult for enjel to keep up with premier and doga, so enjel told one of her guards to carry her. Meanwhile, two of her other guards looks suspiciously at doga and premier while whispering to each other

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"

Drakonaris wrote: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.

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 doesn’t go here that often, the community doesn’t really like police. Any police, communard or not, and I don’t blame them.” He added. Walking around they were eyed suspiciously from almost everywhere, but Doga didn’t 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 hasn’t changed from that burning oil color. It was again the Imperial Airships in the skies, but the buildings and men around him weren’t 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.

Tinbya Sierjan wrote:"I unfortunately know nothing of your nation, like many others in this world its all alien to my people. As before now we knew a completely different world." The Chancellor pauses as though reflecting on some kind of major event and then seems to snap out of his own thought when he replies. "I'd love to hear of your nations history, as I've already learned of the history of Drakonaris."

(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.