OOC: FINALLY, after almost a month of hiatus, the civil war is back on! Between moving back to my college town and settling into my hectic as hell senior year, I didn't have the chance to update the roleplay until now! Hopefully, we can get back on our normal routine. Thank you for your patience!
12 days after the first wave of Lukas's Soldiers
The Melkorka warzone
7:00 P.M.
Orei stood firm in the bridge of the Skyterror IV. He stared out at the death, rage, and chaos.
12 days ago Lukas's army had arrived and commenced the first major battle against a foreign power. The Joslisonorian Imperial Fleet Vs. The Rebellion.
They had held out for long enough. Morale was low, and the defenses were running out. Orei sighed. Quickly, he contacted Pjotur.
"Good day, Pjotur. Unfortunatly, our forces may have to pull out. We await your response. We will use our sturdiness to our advantage, but I fear the worst. We may have to return and take Melkorka, no, Hedeby, when we have more forces. Orei out."
Melkorka, Hedeby, Svipjoth12 long days and nights have the rebel army held firm against the Joslisonorians and Svips. They besieged the entirely of the city, holding firm in their camps as Melkorka slowly lost its store of supplies. Attempts to break this siege, calculated and desperate alike, were unsuccessful, merciful only in the sense that there would be less mouths to feed. Amidst frequent raids and bombardments, the Joslisonorians quickly fled after the 12th day, no longer having the morale or feasibility to help the weakened Svipish Armed Forces. With the technology of Joslisonoria retracted, Melkorka was swiftly crumbled under the might of the rebel army. Upon the destruction of the remaining soldiers, the rebel general and his soldiers marched into the city proper unopposed, with starving citizens daring not to even look at their conquerors. Melkorka was taken, and once again, Pjotur defeated.
Lukas leaned back in his office chair, placing his feet on his desk as he smirked into the rotary telephone. Hanging up the call, he glanced to the right of his feet, fixing his gaze upon his map of Svipjoth and the pawn pieces stationed at each uncaptured city. Adjusting his foot, he knocked over the pawn placed over Melkorka, letting it roll off the desk and onto the ground. Smirking, he then looked at the pawn on Aldeigjuborg. "Soon." he thought.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Stridor tries to explain but then Severina enters the military base and asks “what is going on, oh there are the so called freedom fighters, I am Severina and that person you are holding is my fiancée astril of the narag empire, he is an ally that will assist us against lukas, will you please release him?”
Astril is pinned down. his white fur is covered in dirt from the floor. “I am no threat to you. I promise. I and the Airship above us are here to help.”
He actually looks scared. His sliver Eyes glancing around for a escape. “I am no warrior. Just a scholar.”
He sighs as he is powerless against such force. He awaits his fate pinned down by the barbarians.
Aldeigjuborg, Garthariki, SvipjothThe captors of Astril quickly turn towards Chief Madanach, obediently waiting for their next instruction. Hearing the plea of Severina, he shouted a foreign command at the soldiers. Without falter, they release Astril from their hold and back away to give him space. The chief then glared into the crowd and snapped his fingers, then pointing at Astril.
From the crowd emerged a shaman of some kind, richly decorated in ornate priestly robes, with their face covered by a deer headdress. Approaching Astril, the shaman kneeled down and bowed their head, presenting a pendant necklace to Astril; the pendant was made of leather, carved in detail with humanoid and animal figures, complemented by sophisticated linework.
"Take it," Chief Madanach blurted aloud, "it's a token of apology."
Before anyone could react further, shouting and gunfire began to be heard from outside the military base. Turning towards the doors, Chief Madanach's gaze met the eyes of a frightened and bloodied Hircinaean foot soldier. He shouted, "There here! Lukas' men are here!"
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Citadel of Solitas, The Stigyan Triumvirate
"And what are you chuckling for?" Amara questioned as she looked around if anyone was there for a joke. "Nothing, you just look incredibly pretty when rose petals cover your hair," Aaron complimented her. Amara blushed heavily, her entire face nearly going as red as the roses covering her. A call sounded over Aaron's watch as he saw the caller. "Georgios?" he said in surprise. He took the call as Amara stood there still stunned. "Rognhildr? I see," Aaron muttered in between the voice from the phone. "Welp, I have to go protect a Svipish princess. Nice meeting you Amara," Aaron said happily as he headed for the balcony doors, completely unaware of the reddened face of the Stigyan royal.
Solitas, The Stigyan TriumvirateRognhildr sat alone in her room, her hands clasped in prayer and her eyes fixated Westward. She has spent the past two hours in this position, now numb to the pain of sitting on her legs. In making ceaseless prayers to both Ryder and Hvitakristr, she hoped that either her new or ancestral god will keep her family safe as they are extradited out of Uppsala.
It was then that Aaron softly knocked on her door. Her thoughts suddenly stopped as she leaped up to her feet, running to the door in hopes it was her father. Recklessly swinging the door open, she was met with a stranger, her giant grin immediately falling. She stared at the man for what seemed like hours until she asked, "Who are you? Is my family here yet?"
Meanwhile, Roxas sat in his war room, multi-tasking in reading both reports of his internal investigation and of his military in Svipjoth. It was then that a royal servant of Roxas gingerly entered the office, carrying with him yet another parchment.
"Here you are, Emperor. It's from Lukas directly... We've already scanned it for anything dangerous."
The boy placed the letter on his desk before leaving, gingerly closing the door just as he opened it. In burning curiosity, Roxas sliced opened the envelope with his letter opener and read:
OOC: I highly recommend listening to
this while reading the letter. I promise it's worth it.
"To whom I despise, nay, detest,
I write to you in my acclaimed and entitled authority as the rightful holder of the Fylkiran title.
You still hold yourself ignorant of the plight of the Svipish race, supporting a treacherous usurper who betrayed both the will of his nation and his only brother. He has plunged our once independent nation into the helplessness equivalent to an infant, suckling on the teat of your useless electricyte and sinful manners of living. Both my disgraceful uncle and yourself have disposed of our military traditions, replacing it instead with your soulless machines and the endless comsummerist greed of your corporations. Verily, it was a pleasure to burn down your undignified invasion of our people's culture and faith. But I digress, for the saving of my people is of far greater concern to me than the destruction of yours.
All you care to know is what rhetoric my uncle has spewed to you in his diplomatic subservience to all sovereign foreign rulers who even approach him. Your friendship is meaningless to him, a mere ploy to empower himself and his Baglarr elite to disenfranchise the already further empoverished people of Svipjoth, robbed of their ancestor's swords and axes and replaced with a gun not even touched by the hands of a Svipish artisan. You fight only for his sake, not for the people. Don't pretend you care.
Assuming your probable brazenness, you're going to continue your fruitless, miserable attempt to intervene in my claim for the throne. I have destroyed you once in Issknui, and I will do it again and again for as so long as you keep sending the children of your citizens to die with neither dignity nor purpose in a land that they never knew. For as soon as the foot of a Stigyan steps onto the blood-sewn land of the Svipish people, you have committed a life to an early and honorless death.
And in case you find yourself so stubbornly ignoring my promises, know that you are never going to safe again. I have links to your inner most circles. At a snap of my finger, I can assure the death of yourself and your family. Perhaps, however, I shall spare your lovely Lyra, so that she bare the son of her husband's killer. Whatever weapons your Stahl Industries produces, I shall have them, and wherever you ship off my cousin to, I will find her and bring her back to her motherland.
May your unbounded arrogance burn you alive.
Insincerely,
Fylkir Lukas II Grankjellsson of Svipjoth"
