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Angelor: The Ideal War

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Quiet... It was quiet. Rymer, the one true king, walked the streets in front of him flanked by a mix of rifleteers and defenders. The streets were littered with bodies, mutilated by wounds from rifleteer shots and defender swords. By the looks of the dead they were nothing more then peasant conscripts armed with rusted muskets and makeshift weapons from carpenter hammer to a barbers pair of scissors strapped to the end of a short stick. The poor souls never stood a chance. Rymer did not care however, they fought against there one true king, they deserved a traitors death, nothing less would suffice.

Before him stood what they were here for. Five stories high and about as large as it was high, this rectangle apartment complex about a block away from the Nobility district had been used as a staging area for raids on the walls of the district. There attacks were no real threat truth be told but what did it say of Rymer's forces when a bunch of peasants were "banging at the gates"? Rymer had to impose his authority, his strength or he would lose faith with those propping him up. And now here he was, starring down at the apartment turned makeshift fortress, to secure his border within the divided city.

Looking on as his rifleteers and Ashigarus were taking up firing positions and the defenders and newbloods lined up to charge. All of them were young, from the looks of it, all eager to show there worth to there king. One of them, a defender whom was missing an eye, his lower face scarred by shrapnel and his right arm bludgeoned by a mace, was still leading the forces, as eager as any of the young ones. He seemed to limp his way to his king, a big bloody smile to his face. "Welcome your grace. You will be pleased to know that we are ready to attack." The king stared into the mans face, this one was a blood brother in the making the king could not doubt. "Excellent, on your mark then officer." The King replied, in a monotone voice indicating that this was just another day for Rymer.

Bowing his head, the officer let out a mighty shout, more of a barking of orders that one could swear you could hear from the other side of the city. "ROYALS! YOUR ONE AND TRUE KING STANDS BEFORE YOU TODAY! DO NOT DISAPPOINT!" With screams and shouts of approval, the rifleteers and Ashigaru gunners let out a storms of shots and bullets fly at the apartment complex. What few heads you could see popping out from the windows quickly lowered there heads. Several weak walls of the complex completely gave out and collapsed to the Ashigarus mighty machine guns and a storm of dust and debris filled the air from the destruction of the building. After a couple of minutes of constant barrage, the shooters raised there aims at the higher stories, pinning down any would be gunners within the complex. This was the queue for the chargers, the newbloods came out running, shields up and pistol in hand, they charged blinding fast at the building, filling every gap one could see of the building. Windows, broken door, newly opened up parts of the walls, the newbloods stormed it all.

Rymer could hear the screams, even over the gun fire. He could only imagine the butchery within as the newbloods quickly butchered the foe in close quarter hand to hand fighting, what they were known for. Then the Defenders started there run. There heavy armor by comparison made them slow compared to the newbloods but the armor and heavy shields was renowned to reflect even direct gun fire. Filling the gaps, the defenders jobs was to clear the rest of the building. The newbloods were simply securing the entrances, now the true butchery began.

Before the day was done 3 hours had passed. Rymer's legs were starting to cramp from simply standing there and watching but his presence boosted morale more then anything else. The defenders and newbloods emptying the building were shouting the kings name. "RYMER! RYMER! VICTORY FOR RYMER THE ONE TRUE KING!" Needless to say that they did not, in fact, disappoint. Rymer past every soldier that participated in the battle, congratulating every one personally and saying a few token words of praise here and there, grinning and laughing along the soldiers.

At the end of the line stood the leader of this farce of a fortress. An older man by the looks of it, in his mid fifties. A balding man with white hair with spots of brown here and there. His eyes said it all though, sullen, empty, waiting for death. And quickly it came, not even having time to raise his eyes to the king, his head lopped off his head and plopped to the ground as the king raised his bloody blade in the air. If you were unlucky to have blinked, one would have missed the King swing his blade in the half second it took but the soldiers were cheering nonetheless at the site of it all. "LONG LIVE THE KING!" and "DEATH TO THE TRAITORS!" filled the air.

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Three days had passed sense that battle. From the scouts and spies at the Kings employ, not much has happened in those last couple of quiet days. Rymer was leisurely enjoying the sunshine at the top of one of the royal palaces many turret towers, one of the few times out of his armor. He looked down at the great open square at the entrance to the palace. Over a thousand soldiers were being drilled and led out the frontal gate. A young man in strange far southern garbs stood next to the king, a calm grin to his face. Is this a smart move Rymer? I say let someone else take it, its pretty useless tactically speaking... If it were anybody else, the King would have disciplined any man who called him by his first name so casually but this was Prince Jikaro Qobugara, son of Dynast Qobugara of the far south and the leader of the Oshigaru demons and one of Rymer's most trusted friend. "The Senate palace has few strategic value, true enough." He said in his calmed, monotone voice. "But it is significant in the minds of the people. One who holds both the Royal and Senate Palace will gain much support and legitimacy. Support can almost double in the common folks." Jikaro grinned again. "Then it will be yours Rymer." With that he simply left, Rymer looking downwards at his soldiers continuing there march. The upcoming days could prove to be quite eventful, one way or another.
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Far from the royal palace and the walled off nobility district, but still close enough to get a small glimpses of what was occurring from the Royals seven men of the Free Marches sat and waited in two abandoned buildings. Watching of any possible movement from the Royals. "ARGH!" screamed one of the younger members of the unit of the six scarecrows, "We been waiting for three days for any sign, but distant gunshots. How do you guys deal with this."

A older man looks over at him with a stress of announce, "It helps not being an idiot in a war zone. Rogers! Its time to change watch duty with the short straw."

Another scarecrow, only couple years older then the younger member with a quick shot from his chair moved as soon as the command was given. Obviously trying to be one of the best men he could be. As the two spies exchange positions the younger one begin to speak in his usual angry tone, "Any word from the scarecrows and their districts? It feels like they abandon our cause."

"No. Just the usual quietness these past three days." He grumbled with the fact he knew, but didn't like the fact that it felt like it been quiet these past couple of days.

"Oh I'm just sure they are all worry what is going to happen like us and just preparing for a assault. Can't say I blame them with..." The third member pause with the sound of the door behind them opening and the seventh comrade, a middle age farmer, enter the room.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" He said as he closed the door behind him quietly and listening to see if anyone was trying to spy or sneak up on them.

"nothing important. Just was going to bring up that massacre the Royals preform couple of days ago."

"If you ask me they deserved what they got in not supporting us. Worthless..."

"That's enough from you! Those people didn't deserved to be treated like garbage and I wont have you belittle their efforts in fighting for what they thought was right." The older man interrupted with a wave of anger at the younger member.

After a moment of a pause the farmer begins to speak again, "Yes I heard about that. A nasty way to go, but still honorable to their last stand. I pray our revolution ours is and will be more successful."

"I know it will be for we..." Pausing for a moment seeing what he believes to be Royals on the march. "I think they are on the march sir."

"Signal the others to meet me in the ally and we will begin our movement and see where they are marching to. In the mean time you and William stay here and keep on duty. Your in charge Rogers. In the meantime, you go to the destination and wait for one of us to return to smuggle out."

On the word of the command Rogers signal the others, the framer leave to wait for one of them to meet him, and the old man on the move to meet with the other scarecrows. Whatever the Royals were up to they had to find out and either report it, delay them, or do something against them.
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Meanwhile in the countryside Old Pat was on the march into the northeastern part of the countryside to try and gain support. Support that he would need to fight the more armed factions and for future operations. With a small convey to look like a band of farmers heading to do business he looked up into the sky with only the word, "Feels like things are kicking but up again."

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Magister d'Izzet sighed as he turned away from the window and went back to his desk. The Senate Palace had, despite its open position and sparse defences, a lot of strategic value. He knew that battles weren't simply won with fire and steel. He knew that, in the minds of many people, even those working with and under him, it held power. Whoever held the palace would hold a lot of sway, and could win this conflict. But he was too far to do anything, and having piggybacked on a pigeon knew that sending a force of mages would be a death sentence. That upstart noble could have the palace, for now. But he had to do something.

He leaned over his desk, age doing nothing to slow his thoughts or his writing speed. His pen flew across the pages as he lost himself. A knock at the door put a stop to that. "What?" he asked loudly.

"I have that report you asked for, sir."

The Magister smiled at the voice. "Come in, come in," he said as the door opened.

As it opened, a middle-aged man in a maroon suit smelling of sulfur and ash walked through. Firebrand Hellio was the most powerful pyromancer the Academy had ever been graced with, and that desire to set things alight was coupled with a cold and analytical mind, not something that was the norm. The top of the man's head was covered in scars, which was why he usually wore a hat or cowl to hide it. "The Wargs have turned up nothing new in the south. Some of them are turning their attention north and west now. And the palace - "

"I know," the old man said, cutting the other man off. "Some fool prince is trying to claim it. Don't bother sending anyone. We haven't got a hope. Not now, anyway."

"Are we just going to let it happen, sir?" the pyromancer asked.

d'Izzet looked at the Firebrand with a wry smile. "They can have it. For now. Look at this," he commanded, pulling some of the paper closer to him, "and tell me what you think."

"This... won't be easy."

"I don't expect it to be. Which is why I plan on helping myself."

"For this to work, the Cloudshifters will need all the help they can get. Should I reassign some of the Sparkmages and Frostbrands to - ?"

"Come back with Senior Cloudshifter Nimbus, Frostbrand Jura and Sparkmage Akoum in half an hour. By then I should have more than a vague idea, and I'll want your input on the matter."

"Yes sir."

"Now, how are the students doings?"

At that, the Firebrand sighed. "It's... difficult to say. Some of them have taken to warfare like a fish to water, while the rest have taken to it like a fish trying to climb a tree. The same goes for the faculty."

The Magister nodded pensively. "Yes, it's that kind of thing, war. The first battle is always the hardest, though. After they see combat, we'll know which ones to send out and which ones to reassign to weather duty or scouting." After a few seconds with nothing being said, Firebrand Hellio decided to turn and leave. "How's your personal student coming along?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Very well. He might be more skilled than even me, a prodigy. Still too young for combat, though."

"I shan't keep you any longer, Firebrand. You have things to do, I'm sure." As the door closed, the Magister returned to his desk, smiling as he refined his plan. He knew that taking the palace was impossible. That was why he had decided to do something else entirely with it instead.
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With the snap of snare drums and the thunder of feet marching in flawless formation in the background- along with the occasional racket of gunfire and explosions- Lady Elizabeth sat sipping on a cup of tea, the room she was in was largely dominated by tactical maps and documents as well as the rush of officers trying to manage the current situation, but she sat behind a finely crafted wooden desk, decorated with various small and colourful items ranging from ribbons to a handgun. "This civil war is ever-so uncivil..." She muttered to herself whilst looking out the window of the warehouse management room.
For all her time in this city trying to protect her family's interests she still couldn't wrap her head around why these people would want to waste so much for so little gain by slaughtering each other, there were always cheaper and less bloody solutions, too often were they overlooked in favour of direct action.

Then one of the officers, dressed in a fine red coat adorned with gold epaulettes and sporting a white-peaked hat approached her, not long after having a conversation with one of the rougher scouts. "Madam, our frontline units report a large force headed towards this city's senatorial building." He said in his matured voice.

"Go on, I might not have much interest in politics or senators, but go on."

Well Ma'am, the senatorial structure carries a lot of weight with the local people, and the scouts report that the faction of the upstart prince is on the move to take it; if they do it could be a bit of a blow to our ability to raise supporting militia and they may try to drive out our forces holding isolated assets in the city.

She clasped her hands and thought, the influence would be nice to have, and the Legion wasn't doing anything important at the moment. And if there was a chance her assets could be threatened she'd have to jump on it.

"Very well, gather a regiment of your finest and four of the Land Ships, we'll take that palace. If anything it would be better accommodation than this untidy warehouse. I'll go gather my equipment, please do not hesitate to call the troops together in the meantime.

"Yes Ma'am." The officer saluted before rushing off to gather men.

One thousand troops and four Land Ships, should be enough along with the artillery support to demoralize the advancing forces. And the palace carried weight she could throw around to 'acquire' more assets- if she could get it. She pushed the chair out and stood up, gathering her revolver and a small pendant before beginning to walk out of the room and out to her quarters to gather her more important tools.
The Senatorial palace... Never been politically-adriot but I guess that would be a good enough place to start...

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In the south part of the city trevor stood by a building window inside the central building. He stood in a large meeting office looking at the people below seemingly at peace. Although soldiers and war vehicles came and go in the streets people lived as normal as possible. He smiled seeing a few kids play next to one building in treet before moving aside so soldiers may pass. He then turned to the room seeing the radio and message operators on his left and the maps on the right. A table in the center with two men. He walked to the table as a man entered dressed in a overcoat on top of a standard uniform and boots.

"sir the royals are moving. Longshots bravo and angel spotted them from patrol points."

Trevor nodded. He looked at a radio man who just turned in his seat. "message sent sir. And i got a report on the river crew. The ship will be ready soon."

Trevor nodded once more. Three days passed and he soon found of a faction on an island. He was to meet with there leader for talks if the message got through a reply was made. But now the royals began a movement. He pondered for a moment. "message longshot team bravo to pursuit. Have gel report back and switch with scout team 7. I want to know what happens....radio contact trenchs and tell the officer to report when able" trevor said before leaving. Once out the door two templars of his own joined his side as they madethere to the rear factory and development offices.

"Royals on the move. I could support them, im niw getting afood influence on people here south. But what happen after his throne?"trevor thought before the factory and been greeted y rodriguez.

"Ah Osiris a pleasure! Welcome back"

"hows todays batch from the trade?" trevor asked seeing the engineer smile

They moved to a seperate room where stood three new armored and weaponized cars after trading some money and services to the noble across dead mans field. The three cars stood painted grey with black and held a mounted machine gun with a turreted cannon of small size under the mount.

"These three girls will take on other vehicles and men with ease. Ive added some new components and easier exits. The engine is slightly larger and the armor a little thicker.....what do you think?"

"you keep working like this and you know youll have that break. There beutifull as usuall. Send to the deployment yard to be readyied and loaded." trevor said.

The man nodded as trevir left now heading to his main office, still sided by his two elites. "Today is going be a grand day. Now i just need o finish my rounds" trevor thought continuing his pace
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As Rymer’s men mowed down the citizenry, one angel stood there watching. The being sat high above the battle and far enough to stay unnoticed, but it watched nevertheless. It stood as a statue, as if recording the events, with its one eye gazing upon the battlefield, or in this case the massacre. As soon as Rymer’s men were done, the soldiers cheered "RYMER! RYMER! VICTORY FOR RYMER THE ONE TRUE KING!". The angel made quick note before heading off. If this Rymer fellow claims to be king of Angelor, then the Primarch must know. It flew off from the site and headed straight for the castle to tell the tale of the man who claims to be king.

Three days later, the Temple dedicated to the sun was filled to the teeth. Today was a day for communion, but not any old communion; this one was a special one. Today’s communion will be held by the Primarch, himself, for he has an important announcement for everyone within the halls. Within the giant mass is a conglomeration of many people of many races and even classes. Rich men, poor men, commoners and even nobles have all conformed unto the same benches with no seating being better than the first. They all talk about their daily lives to each other, even of those of different classes. It was a very comfortable feeling within the hall of the Shining Sun. But all the joy seemed to have sapped away with the whispering whisps of “shh”s.

The Communion was about to begin. Primarch Heracim O’Cleary, practically king within his religious sector, showed up in all black and his arms outwards as if he wanted to hug you. Before he began, Organs began to play and normal Communion songs and the crowd joined in with the Choir. The organs were very overpowering; one could be enthralled in its heavy, but enchanting sounds. The idea of submission to the Sun god became clear, for one would be foolish to fight against such powerful and yet magical music. It also didn’t help that the people were singing along with the musical work. The song talked about being lost in the dark abyss of a horrifying chasm, but the sun guided the poor soul out and became saved. It was a story that apparently happened, but also serves as a good analogy for the people under this religion. The idea of admitting defeat and accepting guidance from others, primarily from the Holy Father, instead of being fighting an endless battle seemed to of been the message of the song.

Once the chorus was over, the Primarch took the pedestal that towered over the masses. “My dear children, we have come a long way since our mission. At first we were lost, but now we are found and soon, but not so soon, the sun’s rays will allow us to ascend into paradise.” The crowd chanted “Amen” in response. “But some were allowed into paradise far faster than their expectations. It was not by their choice, of course. I doubt suicide was the problem. In fact, I am almost certain of it being quite the contrary.” The Audience gave their response, but now in a bit more confused way. “Before I continue with said story, may I ask? Who is the lord and protector of this land? Who is the one and only rightful king?” A pause from the audience deafened the church until one man broke the silence. It was a noble man and a good influence over his people. “Why good father, the rightful king is the Sun God, himself. He protects us from the darkness, guides us with his beaming light, and all the land and the beasts of the sun are at his command.” The Primarch smiled confidently, “That is correct my child. And has he ever opposed his wrath upon his followers?” The nobleman shook his head, “No, father. He would only oppose it on the non-believers, and if and only if they were irredeemable, the one time. I remember the story of Vara, where the Sun god bargained with the chosen knight to spare the city of Vara if he could find 50 innocent persons within the city. The chosen knight bargained it down to one and the Sun god was pleased at the Chosen knight’s efforts to save the town. It was a test for the knight to understand that even the most sinful of cities will have one innocent, and none deserves the wrath.” The crowd clapped and cheered “Amen” towards the nobleman, the Primarch was pleased by the memory the nobleman had since many moons ago he told that very story to the mass. “Very good, very good. Now if I have told you that a certain person, who has claimed to be king decided to kill his supposed citizenry in blood so cold, it froze fire.” Everyone began whispering to each other as if it was a new thing they heard. Truth be told, while the Primarch was alluding to the Self-entitled king “Rymer”, he left out the name intentionally in case he may ally with him in the future. It could have been anyone who proclaimed themselves King of Angelor. However, he wanted to introduce this to his mass just in case the villainous illegitimate gets feisty with the Order.

As far as O’Cleary was concerned, the Order has yet to accept this possible blood relative as king, thus he would be nothing. “Father,” The nobleman cried out, the entire mass was silent as the grave. “I would like to swear my services in the protection of the Temple and its citizenry! I will give up my land, my pay, and my title in service for the Lord and Savior!” The Primarch smiled, a few others would do the same as well, both commoners and noblemen. Not all, of course, as many were too afraid and with good reason. “Good, my children, good. Let the families of others sleep well tonight knowing that you are defending their homes. Now, I do believe this concludes my announcement. The mass will now be taken over by Father Flann. May the Sun shine brightly forevermore.” The Entire Mass shouted “Amen!”

When people started to leave, O’Cleary was in his office. He was sending a letter, to whom, no-one truly knew. As soon as he poured wax on the now folded paper to be sealed, a knock was heard at his door. “Come in.” A giant knight with sun symbols all over its armor bowed to the Primarch. “Father,” The voice was weird. It was ambiguous at best as it sounded like many people talking at the same time. It also felt as if there was a form of lag with the first letter of the first word, stretching it out before quickly finishing the rest of the thought fast and coherent. “The angels have reported a large amount of people from all over are heading to the Senate Palace. For what use it could hold, I am unsure.” The Primarch thought about it. What use could an empty, useless building be to a couple of factions? If he needed it, why would he want it? The more the Primarch kept thinking about it, though, the more and more it became useful to him. Setting up his cardinals to hold the Senate building and induce a large influence over the building would be perfect for more disciples to contribute to his cause. “Chosen knight, I need you to take two thousand men to the Senatorial Palace and wait. Do not enter and stay as far as you can without being too distant. When the fighting is done, take the building by force and purge the heathens. After that, keep the building from falling into others hands.” The Primarch thought about the advantages of capturing the Building, and now he really wants it. The knight responds with affirmative voice. “Thy will be done.” The knight left the office to carry out its holy mission. The Primarch stood, now contemplating whether or not what he just enacted was judtifiable or even morally correct. He gave out a small “Amen.”
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As Sampson pulled up to his headquarters, the tracks on his car rattling loudly as the diesel growls. Stepping out of the car onto the hard pavement an aide ran up to him and snapped to attention. Sir there's a call waiting for you at your desk. Nodding to the aide Sampson walked toward his office flanked loosely by his guards, his revolver and rifle fully loaded and clink clanking at his side as he closed his door and put his revolver in its holster on the table and his rifle up on the rack. Slowly sitting down at his desk he picked up his phone This is Sampson, what might this be about.

"hello Sampson this is Trevor. and this is about peace. ive found that we both have something in common"trevor said

Casually leaning back in his chairs Sampson twirled a pencil between his fingers, Oh? And what might that be?

"Democracy....we both see a similar form of government. and as ive found you could use help with resourcing. If your interested I can prepare to send you some as a first trade." trevor said

Thinking slowly over the possibilities sampson replied quite tersely And you call me why exactly? To discuss tactics? What? I've never heard of not seen your men at war know not your strengths or weaknesses. So tell me, what do I have to gain. As he said this an aide ran in and handed him a small slip, detailing the events of the day, an audible sigh could be heard over the phone as he thought it over. Things were getting intense around here, an ally might be good after all.

"resources, troops, a greater area of controll under two leaders. there is much one can gain on either side. the question is if you accept to meet together. ill even bring a small share of resources in the truth i speak." trevor said signing a paper and handing it to a scientist who took it and left.

Ok, tell ya what, you bring some of your men here and we'll make a deal. Sound good?

"Done. ill be there shortly" trevor said before hanging up. he held a new document over peace with this new faction. As if timed an engineer entered the office and saluted "its ready sir."
"Good we leave at once. head ahead and have everything on board." trevor said walking out the office followed by his guard. At the ship engineers loaded crates and other boxes. With them two groups of men and two armored cars also were waiting for there chance to load in. it wasnt until minutes later trevor arrived and the last armored car was finishing its load. The ship was larger and meant for carriage of supplies. made with a scrapped ship from a raider faction the ship was taken and redone. "40 men. 25 soldiers, 5 snipers, 5 engineers, 2 men to operate a stationary machine gun, an officer and 2 templars...on top of that two armored cars....that is enough. low number may be his complaint but im glad my father allowed them there choice of volunteer. no more will be needed. but those cars lower are number on machines. ill need lopez and rustryx to make more with the next shipment. trevor thought watching the loading proccess as soldiers entered the ship. The horn went off signalling its ready for leave as soldiers entered. soon Trevor too loaded with his guard and moments later the ship slowly set out.

Sitting at his desk Shane hung up the phine and sighed, things were heating up indeed, the royals had begun to mobilize, and even better yet it seemed everyone else was responding to the movement. Perhaps with an alliance I'd gain a little bit more pushing power around here

Trevors ship left the docks and began increasing speed. it was slow but now they were underway. in due time he would arrive.

As The ships arrived Sampson stepped out side and smiled, quite impressive they were, airships he meant. Able to haul such large weight but yet so... frail.

First then men and the two cars exited everyone was armed and formed into there respective spots. after so Trevor and his two templars exited. the templar on the left dressed in more medieval armor and chain mail while the one on his right wore more modern gear and a gasmask. Trevor looked around at the new lay of land, unfamiliar. he then moved ahead of his troops as other men unloaded supplies and resources.

Rumbling around the corner Sampson smiled as he felt the vibration of the tracks and the diesel as his two "Dreadnought" heavy tanks followed behind with one of each set of his men. Hello Trevor, I see you brought along a few men.

His two men stood firm watching. Trevor stepped forward seeing the winged wolf creature. "i did not expect someone like you. Quite interesting. But alas yes i did, as i said i would. Hopefully they will be of good use for you." Trevor said looking at the vehicle sampson was in. "tracked....need a diesal for that for the weight....impressive" Trevor thought "so how should we start?" trevor asked as is men stepped to his side once more.

Raising his paws and unfurling his wings he smiled, Let the games begin. See I didn't bring you and your men here cause I needed them to bolster my numbers, more along the lines of as you could say... See what I'm working with, see I know my men, don't know yours, but it'd seem I've got a bit more armor than you... Nonetheless, I brought some of my average men with me and two heavy tanks just cause [censored] it I'm bored. All I wanna see is how your men work, their strengths and weaknesses if you will. it was clear Shane's mind was analyzing the man and his troops, like his ancestors from long ago would analyze a rival pack that wanted to join.

"luckily i didnt bring everything i have. yes i dont have much armor but i will add they will run circles around your tanks there before destroying them. Decides almost everytank has its weakness's. if you wanted to see my men work you should have came to my area of the city to watch them train and fight." trevor said as an engineer came up to him handing him a paper. he leaned over to whisper back before the engineer ran off.

Nodding Shane replied, Oh? Well if you so please all I really need is a few little things really but I can tel most of it just from watching how they moved in the first place. Now, if you would be so kind please, let's take a little ride. Though I want them to stay here. As he said this he opened the door on his car.Id like to talk about some little things like trade and such.

Trevor nodded. a small smile showing as he enetred the vehicle. "you two keep watch" trevor said to the templars that sided him. they stepped back before saluting. Trevor then nodded to shane in sign he was ready.
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Re: Angelor: The Ideal War

#8 Post by Geo_&_Bio »

The chosen knight began marching out the gate of the Temple. Two thousand soldiers: One thousand five hundred of them of the Black Sun guard, Three hundred Paladins, one hundred war clerics a few angels and a judge and executioner duo. Outside the gates of the Temple is a plethora of houses either in full support of the Temple or completely burnt to a crisp. Not many live right outside the Temple anymore, too much of a hassle with devilish rouges, unsavory bandits and unyielding inquisitors. Those dangers often flee from the marching of footsteps as the real danger lies with outside of smoky house perimeter into enemy territory. There are a few territories before marching to the senatorial building.

While the fit will be easily won, it would set back the Temple’s military movement back a few men. If they were lucky, the only trouble they’ll have to face is the hoard of multiple armies rushing to the senate palace. The Chosen Knight would have rushed as well, but the Primarch stated that it should wait until the senate building has been conquered. Others apparently have heard the call of the Supposed King Rymer’s march and decided to feast on the same plate. The thought of having a little boost in popularity truly engulfed in the minds of many, including the Primarch, though for whatever reason. In truth, the Primarch already has good relationship with the common person as well as noblemen due to his religious hold over the city. Why he would want such a building was beyond the Knight. Could it be for more popularity or to simply mock at others who wanted it? Could it be used for its republican ideals or was he planning on changing the entire ordeal of the senatorial building.

The march continues on through the towns, so far no army has got into the Knight’s way. Having two thousand soldiers on hand is something to be afraid of and the purpose in unclear. Will the soldiers march out of the district or will they stay and brutalize the dwellers? One could make any assumption as to why the Temple soldiers are marching through, but it is best to assume that they will leave. The march ended as soon as they were in a more abandoned section, not a few blocks away from the Senatorial building. They decided to take shelter in the buildings and barricade themselves in. A few blocks down, they could also see another army advancing on the Palace. Who could it be? The Knight wonders.

(sorry for the short post, it seemed that no-one else wanted to post so I decided to just throw something out there to get it all set up. Maybe get some posts rolling. )
The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

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