NationStates Jolt Archive

...The dead will walk the earth

OOC: I'm going to play a big and bloody civil war in this story; set around the world war one era.
This is my first RP in the nationstates forum after some unfortunate things happened in II prompted me to move over to this place. This happened before: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=359700

IC:
"Oh my beloved Emperor, in the south of Germany the men and women in the villages are losing their faith in God and the Holy See. Send thine emissaries to the heathen regions of thouest Grand Empire, and covert them back to the only God again for they are worshipping Satan. The Lord of Darkness my Lord. JESUS DIED FOR THE SINS SATAN LAUDS! My Emperor, we must act to show the unbeliever we are not the slaves of infidels."
Another man came in and shut the door gently behind him. He handed over his coat to a butler and sat down. He pulled a small crocodile leather bag from his pocket and took a small cigar from it. Without liting it he kept it between his middle and right index finger while he took a glass of brandy from a tray. He began to speak.
"I have to agree with our esteemed Bishop Herlax. Oh Emperor, listen to his words of wisdom. If we allow this witchcraft to continue then all our churches will be taken down by those who worship the Beast. I say we send down soldiers too to remove these subversive elements from our society."

"Wait a minute Mr Thurra, are you suggesting we just cut away all impurities?"

"Well, yes. These people had their chance at birth. God gave them their chance and they have broken the chain between God and them. The purpose of them has been destroyed because of their weak minds."

Please quiet down gentlemen...

The emperor of Guffingford interrupted a counselor of his, when that happened, they all sat down and listened.

My dear counselors. Sit down and let thine mind, which the Lord gave us, work and process ideas who are worth working out on paper. Contamination is a very attractive idea to me. Their poisonous spirit is a threay to the Christan world, and us in particular. I incline to agree with Mr Thurra here. These people do not deserve to live nor do they deserve to rejoince with God in Heaven while the are praying to Satan for a seat in the pits of hell. Send elite cuirassiers and elite genitours to sort them out. One thousand must be enough to subdue some peasants.

This meeting is terminated.
The men and women in the conference room stood up and yelled the following: ONE NATION, ONE RACE! FOR GOD AND COUNTRY! like everybody who spoke to the emperor. After that they formed little groups and discussed things in a bit more privacy, accompanied by a glass of Scotch or Port.

A messenger walked to a room next to the conference room and he gave the operator the following message to wire.
TELEGRAM TO SOUTHERN ARMY POST
SUBJECT: Contamination.
DEADLINE: 6 (six) days from now.
MESSAGE: From the supreme command Field-Marshal Lord and Pontifex of the Greek Order Massagus we hereby order you to put an end to the Satanist threat in the south of Germany. Let none escape the blades of the rightous.

ONE NATION, ONE RACE! FOR GOD AND COUNTRY!

“Now onto the bank of England gentleman, the economy has been increasing rapidly over the past two months and we all believe that the bank is going to raise interest rates.”

“Surely you know something more than rumour?” King George asked while swirling his Brandy.

“Well it’s hardly rumour your majesty, more of a secret fact I would say.”

“Well what are we to do with this vast trade surplus, it’s driving down all the prices on the streets and it’s devaluing the pound. While only to the South of us Germany is in a rapid climb.”

“We could put another tax on trade imports. That would sort out the general prices.” The Chancellor of the Exchequer offered.

“Hmm, but we must make it a limited tax, how about we call it the Maritime self-help awareness of depression policy.”

“Yes your majesty I think we could use that, however we are still concerned by Germany’s growing pace in the industrial market.”

“Speaking of Germany? I hear their in a period of civil unrest.”

“Yes but the Barbarians always are majesty. We needn’t concern ourselves with their internal prattling.” The Chancellor now slightly intoxicated on his fine Brandy was embarrassing himself in front of the King.

“Yes but I would rather we still keep an eye on them, two eyes if they can be spared.”

“If that is your wish majesty then it will be done.”

“Well then shall we move onto the next topic?”

“Yes your majesty, there have been some increased revolts within the Highlands of Scotland shall we initiate a scorched Earth policy?”

“no no no, simply send for the Chief that owns the areas of land rioting.”

Oberammergau, southern Germany...

In a damp night in August a regiment of soldiers walked in the small village surrounded by mountains. Everybody who stayed in the village was ordered to leave at once, orders of the Kaiser. A command post on the market square was set up and the ordinary soldiers seized the oppertunity to sleep in the hotel. After everybody turned to their beds and fell asleep coulds drifted in from the north and it was the sound of bricks came falling down the sky. The monsoon was nothing compared to this, and a thunderclap echoed through the valley...

It was all gone as quickly as it came. They all looked out the windows, some opened them, and a howl with a scent of fear and hunger filled the night sky.
The commander who interrogated a few suspicous citizens knew people from outside of town gathered to a deserted chruch upahill where the stayed the whole night. One women dressed in white also went with them, but never came back. This fueled the stream of rumours of satanism and human sacrifice. Commander Lurch ordered that night that a patrol must start a search the next morning after breakfast to find the church in question and what happened to the women in white.

***

A rather young but experienced captain named Markahm was appointed to lead the patrol of twenty five men, eager for adventure. Markahm knew all too well this wasn't an ordinary mission but he gladly accepted it. The regiment moved up following the path leading to the top. There was a church alright, but the doors were sealed. One soldier noticed a shiny new padlock on the backdoor, so this ment the church was used. An awful smell hung around the building... Death was near.

Captain Markahm aimed his revolver and shot the lock to smithereens. An overwhelming stench of blood and decaying flesh waving to the faces of the soldiers. Some started to throw up others turned their backs and walked away...

COME BACK YOU COWARDS OR I'll REPORT YOU ALL TO LURCH. Our mission is to investigate, not act like honourless pigs. You, you and you come with me.

Captain Markahm entered the old church with three men and came out five minutes later. Their faces were all pale and eyes wide open. What they saw is something nobody would have ever thought of. A building with the walls painted with blood, corpses lying around and limbs and ingestines smeared all over the benches and a bible was torn apart and pentagrams were drawn on the pages and cover.

It was... horrible...

After a few hours when the patrol returned to the village every single building in town was abandoned. Captain Markahm noticed a small note on the hotel door... This is what it said:
Dear patrol,

Orders from our superiors made us do this. We had no other choice. They are going to send a contamination squad to put down all rebellion in the area. Leave as soon as you can, they will not make a diffirence between you or those heathens. Go to the city of Münich, our army is waiting there.

I'm very sorry. I hope God and you will forgive me.The men looked at the message with disbelief. How could their brothers in arms do this to them? Now that I think of it, they haven't done anything to us in fact. Commander Lurch just left. Without us that is. Luckily the men of my patrol agreed with me to leave Oberammergau as quickly as possible.

Well... Nice. I guess we must follow their advice and leave as fast as we can. When those troops arrive I want to be as far away from this place as we can... Private Falls, gather all the stuff we can carry. This is going to be a long walk.

Aye sir.

Yeah... Especially after we saw that in the Church, right Captain? We better get moving now before those wackos come back with their gruesome followers.

King George sat in his study reading the many pieces of paper marked in the ominous red ink of Most Secret. The fireside crackling in the room gave him a gentle glow with which to conduct the matters of national security. Reports from all over the Empire littered the desk. Rebellions in Boer-land and the Americas where of his primary concern, while smaller less important letters noted the growing minority of Imperial sceptics in the nation; the security forces would automatically deal with them. Shuffling through the papers signing each one as he read it the King noted with some concern the growing military build up in Munich. “Hmmm, this is odd.” Picking up the red telephone on his table His Imperial highness dialled the direct number for M of the British Secret Service. Ringing for only a small period of time the phone was picked up. A small skinny man would answer, sly as a fox and polite as a gentleman Reginald Upswarth the Fourth could and has many a time attempted to run rings around the King.

“Your Majesty, how may I be of service to you?”

“Reginald, you know full well why I am phoning you. One does not call a partial mobilisation of German forces a minor troop movement. What for the love of God are they doing?”

“Your Majesty, I assure you, this troop movement is not by any means a dastardly trick by Germany.”

“And how can you be sure of this? And if you are so sure, WHY?”

“Majesty, as you know I cannot divulge any of my sources to anyone, otherwise we risk compromising the integrity of the British secret service.”

“Reginald, I am in no mood for these games, give me a direct answer or you will find your head on a pike before morning. Do you understand?”

“Yes, quite Majesty. We believe, now these are only initial reports that the German army is moving to quash a small rebellion in the South of the nation.”

“I would hardly call that small. Keep me posted, there is sure to be some questions in Parliament on the matter.”