Largent
12-04-2004, 23:26
Emperor Johnston stood rubbing his temples sharing a last few words with Achbishop Bourneuff. Johnston was suffering from a sever head ache. It was all coming too fast. Warriors of jesus, De-Geest, terrorists. He waited earnestly for Cardinal Lehman to return. When Lehman finally entered the room the was told that two terrorist groups, De-Geest and another unknown group, were destroying Catholic churches and killing Catholics. Religious leaders would be needed to keep up moral. "We have a delegate coming in only a few minutes," Johnston said, "We must begin acting now. The Vatican will know of this soon. We must tell all Catholic nations to remain strong. That is all for today."
Later that day Archbishop Bourneuff knelt in Largent's largest church praying for his fellow followers. Behind him he heard foot steps. Soon it was over. the Archbishop was murdered. He killer dragged him from the church into the night. He only had minutes before the night's final attack began.
The Explosion rocked Winch, Largents capital. Every soul knew what it was. It was St. Marie's. Largents biggest church. The crowd gathered to mourn for the destroyed building. The mighty gold steeple, once Largents finest monument, trickles through the ashes before hundreds of onlookers. It was a horrible night. As the croud turned their faces turned pale. Strung between two houses was the charred body of Archbishop Bourneuff.
Later that day Archbishop Bourneuff knelt in Largent's largest church praying for his fellow followers. Behind him he heard foot steps. Soon it was over. the Archbishop was murdered. He killer dragged him from the church into the night. He only had minutes before the night's final attack began.
The Explosion rocked Winch, Largents capital. Every soul knew what it was. It was St. Marie's. Largents biggest church. The crowd gathered to mourn for the destroyed building. The mighty gold steeple, once Largents finest monument, trickles through the ashes before hundreds of onlookers. It was a horrible night. As the croud turned their faces turned pale. Strung between two houses was the charred body of Archbishop Bourneuff.