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OOC: There are some informational links at the bottom for those who doesn't know shit about Knootian history.(okay, probably everyone)

Participation? Read THIS (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7808889&postcount=10)

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Amsterdam, the year 1581 A.D.
The Empire of Heinrich VII of Lavenrunz
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The familiar Knootian landscape: windmills slowly turning in the western breeze and a grand harbour; many small fishing ships flurrying around mighty trading vessels made of mighty timbers, carrying grain and spices and salt. Moored to a dock next to a bulky cog is a long and sleek ship that seems to have been made of silvery threads, graceful in its entire appearance.

There, on the quay, stands a man clad in the ceremonial armour of a knight. The golden seams in his garments and the lavish decorations in the colours of Lavenrunz identify him as a wealthy Prince of the Empire. He bows in respect to the tall and graceful creatures making for this new land.

The Prince is presented an item wrapped in purplish dark cloth. Eagerly he pulls away the cloth, revealing to the amazement of all a silvery crystal ball with a brightly shining light – heavenly white - that eclipses the sun before fading in the hand of the man. The dockworkers and men around him all look on in amazement as it radiates, the Light of the West reflecting in the eager eyes of the Prince.

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Prince of the West
Narrative
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“The Light of the West – brightly it shone for many centuries in the chambers of the House of Knootcap. It had been given to them by the Elves, binding within it the power to illuminate the peoples of the West, to inspire the will to power, to legitimise power, to control it, and to hold on to it until everything else is lost.

With the Light in his posession, war was brought upon the lands of the first Prince of the West. A new alliance marched against the armies of the Empire and the power of wood and fire stone was unleashed. The war lasted for forty years, and it brought the Prince of the West to his death. But the struggle went on, led by a boy of seventeen who continued the rebellion and finally drove off the Empire.

The Light was passed down from generation to generation. But as its light shone, the light of the House of Knootcap faded. Weakness, complacency and corruption overcame the House, to its doom, and when the last Steward was destroyed the House faded into the annals of history forever.

And so the Light of the West passed to the pious House of Priestus in Iesus Christi, who buried the elvish artefact deep in their treasure chambers where it remained for generations. But again the light of the West did not avail its owners and the fall of the House of Priestus came swiftly. It kept on shining ever brightly as darkness came over the second House. A curse of light that was cradled by those who possessed it.

The remainders of the House fled, humiliated and robbed of their worldly power. And for over a hundred years, the Light did not shine for any house. Rumour grew that the Light that was hiding in the old Empire. And so the light of Men was about to return to its origins. Its third House would be a House of Elves...”

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Amsterdam, 1867, the Republic of Knootoss
Fifth year of the reign of the third Steward,
Lady Protector Amalia of Knootcap
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The familiar Knootian landscape: much has remained since 1581. Windmills were still still turning slowly in the wind that was breathing eternally from the sea. The grand harbour has not changed much; the same fishing ships still sailed in and out. But the giant timber vessels were no more. Instead, ironclads belching out black smoke into a grey and rainy sky alongside two huge passenger liners of the regular Knootoss-NYNJ line.

A fast wooden sailing ship arrived in the harbour of Amsterdam, proudly waving the banner of the House of Knootcap. A young woman with fragile build was standing on the bow watching the coast of her old homeland draw near. The wind was playing with her long black hair as it played along her snow-white face, held together by an elegant silver diadem. When the ship came close enough for the people at the quay to become recognisable, she cradled a small golden cross hanging around her neck. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, and a distant longing for her lover far away. Iesus Christi was calling to her. Andrews face played on the back of her mind, always. For the third Steward, Lady Protector Amalia of Knootoss and Princess of the West intended this to be her final visit to the land given to her by merit of the blood of her forebears.

On the quay, waiting for her was no Prince of the West but an angry mob of Amsterdam workers. As the ship moored, the Guards of the Steward –clad in purple and blue - made for land to make way for the Lady Protector. The crowd subsided, but just as Amalia began to walk the plank sounds crackled from the windows of the base level of the massive brick Dockhouse across the street, a little dust coming from old breechloading rifles (http://www.militaryrifles.com/Holland/Dchsnidr.htm). Several uniformed guards fell down beside her and the crowd pushed towards her again.

As a man-to-man struggle ensued around her there was the sound of bayoneting and screams and grinding of teeth. But her guards could not hold and one by one they fell, their parade uniforms stained with blood. The elegant silver diadem was torn from the head of the Steward and a fanatical woman with long scissors cut her long black hair short while ranting incoherently. In the distance she heard another fight break out as a group of policemen trying to interfere but that sound receded as they, too, were driven away. She was beaten and dragged along the streets of the capital city by the growing frenzied mass of men. The first place she recognised was Dam square and the city hall. When she saw the man with the axe (the model used for chopping wood) approaching she whispered: “Please God, pity me and my people.”

As the axe lowered itself upon her she fainted…

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Links

Knootian Independence (15th century situation) (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Knootian_independence)
The prince from the first Amsterdam harbour section. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/William_of_Knootcap)
Amalia, from the second Amsterdam harbour section. (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Amalia_of_Knootcap)
General situation of the 19th century (before and after Amalia) (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Nineteenth_century_Knootoss)

Post approved. Removed the warning. Updated grammar issues.

OOC: So what is this a history lesson or a rpg, hmm, are we restricted, do we have characters, are they restricted, hmm. Please explain the rules behind this rpg, kay?

OOC: So what is this a history lesson or a rpg, hmm, are we restricted, do we have characters, are they restricted, hmm. Please explain the rules behind this rpg, kay?
OOC:
A mix of the above. This thread has a defined objective (ie. part of the ending, namely the fate of the Light, is somewhat fixed but now how we'll get there is open. For now, this RP will probably be between Iesus Christi and me (possibly also Lavenrunz). However I am open for others to join in should there be some sort of plausible reason for them to do so (I like meeting new people). I cannot think of a reason at the moment though. But if anyone has ideas or is interested, feel free to telegram me. If you have questions, you can also TG me. (Or prod me on #nationstates)

OOC: Ok, can I join, if you can find a place for me?

OOC: Similar request here, Knoot. I'm doing my back reading on your history on Wiki, so I can be prepared for any possible role. Even the janitor at the House of Knootcap.

In 1949, soldiers loyal to the Junta marched into East Kovoziti.This was part of the first stage of the 'glorious new world' being built by Iesus military leadership.


"Calm down. For God sake calm down..."
"There was fire and gunshots and shouting. There were screams and cries coming from everywhere. ...We ran and ran until it was left behind....oh God father...the blood! They shot Mr Greenon in the face...Mother is still in the town...she tried to help young Miss Vealis...Father they were cutting her ears off!"

The radio had reported the flight of refugees from Augustine, and the testimony of the survivors that described the horrors and atrocities that have been visited upon these victims, but somehow Duke Kurtus Priestus couldnt believe it was happening.

" ...the men were yelling that they'd gutted the King....gutted him like a pig...Do you think they really did that to Uncle? What will they do to Mother?"
"I'm sure they'll both be fine. Now run upstairs with your sister, pack whatever you need...I'll go down and fetch your Mater. Remember I love you both very much"
The duke rose to leave, and in the doorway stopped and talked with his longtime servant and bodyguard..
"Richard, take the car and get both of my children out of here. Take everything...get far away from here. Try a port...get to Lavenrunz....Hopefully I'll find my wife and we'll catch up with you there eventually...but somehow I dont think so....still...gotta try eh..."


The name Kovoziti ironically in 'FenoIesus', means "land of the Tolerance." But the Fascists were rewriting that history in blood.

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Knootoss, 1949
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The radio crackled. An old recording of Vivaldi played on radio four. The music was interrupted by a clear male voice with the flawless and accent-less precision of the old polygon news that is nowadays so rare in reporting:

“This is Knootoss State Radio. We interrupt this programme to bring you a special news bulletin.

It is reported that members of the Iesus Christi Royal Family have fled their homeland today to an as yet unknown location. Soldiers loyal to the theocratic military Junta are said to have taken over the capital and are confirmed to be in control of the Royal Palace. The Knootian Ambassador in St. Augustine has been withdrawn this morning and he and his staff are reported to be safe.

The Prime Minister has condemned the bloodshed and expressed his solidarity with the Priestus family, calling for the traditional Iesus values of tolerance and reason to prevail. The heads of the Catholic Party are meeting in The Hague to decide on its attitude to any new regime. Meanwhile refugees from Augustine…”

((OOC:Still need to talk to Lavenrunz, Matty?))

OOC: I would be interested in a role, if possible. Thank you.

IC:
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Knootoss, Present day
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Skilled adventurers sought for daring quest!

An anonymous gentleman of great affluence has called for a party of daring individuals to retrieve an ancient elvish artefact which is believed to be somewhere abroad. The location of the artefact is presently unknown but believed to be in dangerous lands, so the individuals taking part are to be skilled adventurers in order to be able to retrieve the artefact.

In order to form this party he is looking for skilled men (or women) to take up the challenge. Reliable beings of all nationalities and races will be accepted, provided they have skills appropriate to the quest. In particular, it would be appreciable to have at least one elf, and at least one party member who is fluent in German and Dutch. Experience with archeology and Catholic theology are preferable, all party members are expected to be able to handle weaponry. Be forewarned that every party member will be required to venture into highly dangerous lands ruled by people who will not hesitate to capture and kill intruders if they can.

The reward shall consist of the sum of one million Menelmacari Credits, in addition to whatever the party may discover during their quest. There is but one condition: the artefact is to be returned to Knootoss safely.

Those who are daring enough to take up the challenge are invited to go to the following address…

OOC:
Right, here is the deal. Several people have expressed interest in participating in this RP so I’ve decided to give this a ‘Quest’-like set-up. People who have already expressed interest can introduce their character, if you have not yet talked to me send me a TG.

The format for introductions will be: one post for each character as he/she enters the briefing room (a rented room in downtown The Hague with only some basic furniture), after which I’ll explain your objectives. From there, the party is “on its own” so to speak. If I feel the need to provide some cohesion I’ll send along a Knootian who knows a bit about the Light and speaks the language and such.

As the message says, I’ll accept all kinds of beings provided they can contribute to the party. (Think D&D classes, only in a modern Indiana Jones kind of way. There will be evil Nazis. :P)

‘For God’s sake Alfred! Watch the bloody suitcase! Give me that!’
The aging gentleman pushed the door open with a youthful vigour, he peered around the room and stroked his mutton chop whiskers, he was carrying a backpack and a rifle in its sleeve.
‘No bugger here, you sure you have the right place Alfred? Alfred!’
A set of cases staggered into the room, a face peered out from somewhere in between the cases and bags.
‘Yes m’lord, this is the right address.’
‘Bah.’
Lord Swithlington grabbed a few of the cases and flung them roughly to one side, Alfred dropped the rest, then pushed them to one corner, he then rummaged around in one of the bags and pulled out a smallish box, which he set down on the table.

He placed a cup and saucer before the Lord, then poured some tea from a thermos flask.

‘Thank you Alfred.’ Nodded the Lord curtly, he took a sip and sighed. ‘Now, where the bloody hell is our host?’ he looked around the room, no-one but him and his manservant where in there.

‘Bloody Knootians.’ He slurped his tea. ‘People answer their advert, and they don’t answer the people that bloody come along!’ he sighed and shook his head, then he cleared his throat.

‘Hello? Anybody here? We’re here over an advert for some treasure hunting. Hello?’ he sat, and looked around, his head tilted up slightly, expectantly. After a couple of minutes he sighed and shook his head.

‘You must have gotten the wrong bloody place Alfred.’
‘I didn’t sir, I’m bloody sure of it, look! Here’s the advert.’
Alfred handed Lord Swithlington the crinkled piece of paper, which he read, then sighed.

‘Bloody rude for a host not to introduce himself to his guests.’ He muttered. ‘Have a seat Alfred, and pour yourself a cuppa, we might be here for some time.’
‘Thank you sir.’ Alfred nodded, then poured himself a cup of tea and sat down opposite to his lord.
They both sat in silence and sipped their cups of tea.

I'll think up a reason to join, but right now...#TAG#

In the middle of a rain drenched unnamed city, a loner waits patiently for the rain to stop.
"Hey Barkeep another round to pass the time"
"Yeh, with weather like this I don't blame you, huh?"
"Yeh, damn the weather, and praise the boozes!" takes a drink.
"Hey Barkeep is the road still good? If it is I don't need to wait."
"Well if you like mudslides and avalanches, be my guest, but if you like warm beds and wet boozes, stay here."
"Might take you up on that offer." takes another drink.
Whispers, "Damn the light, damn it to winse it came."
"You say somethin?"
"No, just speakin to the boozes." takes another drink.
With that said the loner lowers his hat at ready's for long wet lonely night.

Markus Seifert, somewhat of the Imperial Academy of Science of Technology, runs a hand over his hair as he prepares to open the door to the room the desk clerk had given him. He wishes to whatever higher beings may be listening that this time around he may have more success. After all the Academy's contracts on Earth for something of a "freelancer" like himself are rapidly drying up as the Academy joins the rest of the Star Empire in its obsession with Mars, the Orion Sector, and finally the vast expanses around the Valinor home stars in the Raumreich.

Even in Knootoss, still a vital diplomatic connection for the Star Empire, requests for his unique brand of more "hands on" academics grew sparse. The ivory tower intellectuals were much more acceptable to the more polite society of the Dutch Democratic Republic. He tugs at his well-worn waist-coat yet again and checks his pocket watch.

He quietly taps on the door.

"Markus Seifert, I am here about the notice in last evening's Handelsblad."

Duke Kurtus Priestus ran.
His wife lay dead..cut open like a pig on the village green.
He had been too late to do anything, except watch as the soldiers carried on with their savagery. He cursed himself as he ran...why had they let the fascists take any control...they had seemed to be the answer , but now the 'bloodless' revolution had become a massarce....
The Duke stopped and crouched in the trees by his front gate, from there he watched as soldiers of the Junta and his own former bodyguards searched his own house. He couldnt see any sign of the children and for this he said a silent prayer ...hopefully Richard had got them out...
Kurtus pulled out his revolver and check to make sure he had loaded it...he had one last thing to do before he left. What had been entrusted into his care would not fall into the hands of these religious fanatics...
With Great stealth he entered the house.

The room had yet to be discovered but it was just a matter of time...he hurriedly picked up the case, on it was the Royal Knootian seal.
There was other priceless treasures within the room but he only picked up the case and made haste out of the room
Hhe made it through the house and out the servants exit , his escape was almost complete...then he heard the whistle and the shout.
"You there! Stop! halt halt!"
The Duke bolted, running mad dash towards the tree line, behind him he heard shouts and shots being fired...
Then he felt the burning pain in his side, he collapsed onto the ground...blood spilling from his side. He gasped for breath and tried to crawl on.
A young captain, wearing the new black cross of the Revolution on his uniform, marched over to the duke and standing over him pointed his pistol down at the dying royal.
" So perish all who defy God and the revolution! HEIL IESUS!"
The young fascist officer fired point blank into the Dukes face, then stooped down and pulled the case from the dead mans clutches.
"lieutenant....take this , I have a feeling it maybe important...either that or this royal was exceedingly greedy"

The Dream began as all others him alone but this one was different it was like it wasn't his dream.

Before him, stood a young girl no older then eight, no older then him. But he didn't know her name but he was happy, like he had known this little girl for a long time, but when he reached out his hand to her, a large wall of flame closed him off. Then he saw her crying, and running, trying to escape the flames, but they were every where and he couldn't get to her. Then he couldn't see her anymore, all he could do was hear her crying...

Drake wakes up in a pool of sweat, his sweat.

"How the Hell, uh my head, no more cheap boozes for me."
"Where am I? A room, in a hotel, no there is no hotels in this town, in the bar probily, uh my head."
Drake stands up and lurches for the door to find it locked.
"Well it seems I'm here untill someone releases me in the morning."
With nothing better to do, Drake settles down to go back to sleep.
"It was all a dream,... or was it?"
"Huh, why am I concerned, ain't like it can hurt me or nothin, best to fall back into the abbyss of sleep."
Drake quickly falls asleep.

Drake is awoken by the sound of the door unlocking and opening, then someone entering.

"Who's there?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be awake from all that liquir you drank, come on you can't stay in here all night, hehe, and I'm Charrsi, the barkeepers daughter."

She was a young girl no older then ten, but she was tall for her age.

"Nice to meet you, Charrsi, why was I locked in here?"

"Uh, oh yeah, you passed out after getting drunk, so we locked you in here to sober up, thats all." "You hungery?" "Mothers making bacon and eggs, she won't mind making some for you."

"Thanks, has the storm cleared?"

"Uh, well as clear as it's gonna get, if that's what you mean, now come on, lets go."Walking down the stairs to the kitchen was a trial in it's self but the smell alone was enough to sober him.

"Hello mother, father, our guest is awake."

"Oh really, from the amount of boozes to go down his throat I'm suprised he's alive."

"Oh realy, well I remember it was you sellin thoughs boozes, huband, so you're one the talk."

"Didn't say I wasn't gratefull for his money did I?" "Nope, don't think I did."
After a large breakfast Drake tolded them of his adventures and the lands he visited, but he decided to leave for the mountain pass that day.

"Well thanks for breakfast, and the bed."

"Uh, can't you stay a little longer Drake?"

"No Charrsi, if I wan't to make the pass before sun down, I'd best go now."

"Uh, ok then, if you have to go, but come back will you."
Drake pats Charrsi on the head and makes for the mountains.
"Make the promise Drake, say you'll come back."

"I promise, even if I have to crawl out of my grave, I'll return and tell you the story of my adventures." "Good bye Mrs. Collin, Mr. Collin, Charrsi, see you all on my return."

Sniffling, sniffling see you Drake, don't forget your promise." "Bye, bye, bye."
As Drake walked off into the distance, behind him he could see Charrsi waving him good bye.

"It's for the best this way, or thats what I keep tellin myself."

The Hague, Knootoss
A tall figure entered the room, causing all the men to turn and gasp for breath to look at the remarkable piece of raw yet refined feminine beauty. A military camouflage t-shirt covered the strangers well-endowed chest. Indeed, she had rather impressive curves in all the right places while this still did not appear to hinder the subtle movements of her well-trained physique. On the sleeve of her jacked were pinned the letters VCST - the Dutch abbreviation for 'Peace Corps Special Forces'. To complete the image of a ‘hands on girl’, her eyes were covered by sunglasses whose ends vanished into her raven black hair.

Yet at the same time, as she removed her sunglasses her eyes projected dignity and power – a look of someone accustomed to be listened to. A lady of high standing, at home both in the wilderness as well as in Knootoss' high society.

Without a word she laid a silenced submachine gun on the simple table. (Even though carrying guns was highly illegal in Knootoss).

“Gazelle - Archaeologist and adventuress extraordinaire.”

OOC: waiting for Draconis Federation to finally arrive so I can begin my briefing.

Lord Swithington nearly spat out his tea as he took in the feminine beauty that had entered the room, he sputtered a little, the returned to his tea.
Alfred merely kept staring, the porcelin cup limp in his hands.

As Drake reached the edge of town, he noticed a lack of people, a lack of people that unerved him. He made his way throught what seemed like an endless courtyard of stalls, he happend on a building with no readable sign. He entered into a room no larger than most and near the back of what seemed to be a well packed bar, sat a well "indoubt" woman. Drake then moved towards the bar and sat down for a drink.

"Barkeep, a beer if you mind."

"Here ya go drink up, ya'll need it."

Chuckling

((OOC: Ooo! I would like to join in as well. Knootoss, TG is on it's way. *Reseves spot for forthcoming post.*))

OOC you are a super n00b because you don't know when da big bruder is a joking

OOC: *thwaps DF* How about putting your arse in gear and getting to the bloody meeting? :p We're waiting on you and you're in some silly sidestory mode, just get to the ruddy meeting!

Also, leave the poor sod alone, he can join in if he can RP, or if Knoot says so.

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The Hague, Knootoss
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Drake was to be very unpleasantly surprised indeed when he found out that he was, in fact, not in a bar. Gazelles eyes turned to flame, as she turned around and barked as if she were addressing a disobedient dog:

“I am NOT a bar maid”,

This might have turned into a nasty standoff if it had not been for the sudden entry of a gentleman whose predominant feature was a gleaming bald skull. Polished, it seemed, to fit the shining reflection of his shoes. In his right hand was a black suitcase which – due to the way he carried it- could not contain anything very heavy. He closed the door, inviting all to sit around the simple wooden table.

When all were seated, he opened his suitcase and got out some paperwork, spreading it out over the table.

“Good day, lady and gentlemen”; he said with an exceedingly dry tone. “I see some of you have arrived at the designated time. Good. My client values this.”

Several satellite photographs and other pictures where hidden in the inside of the suitcase, and the man now got them out. “My name is Hendriksen. I am the accountant and representative of my client, who wishes to remain anonymous, and I will also be your liaison for the duration of your assignment.”

The Knootian woman regarded the man closely, squinting her eyes as he read.

”You have been selected to retrieve an artefact that has long been part of the Knootian hereditary items of the Stadtholders and the Stewards. It is an Elvish artefact which is a glowing bowl…”

”The light of the west”, Gazelle whispered. Her archaeologists heart was been stirred by this, the stories about the Princes of the West well-remembered.

”That is right. Unfortunately we have no photograph of it but it has been described as a shining beacon of light possessing strange powers of attraction” With the very dry voice of a boring lecturer he stated practically: “it is about the size of a fishing bowl, presumably.”

“As some of you with knowledge of our history may known it was transferred along with the other ‘crown jewels’ to the nation of Iesus Christi (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Iesus_Christi) where it came into the possession of their Royal house, the House of Priestus. It was lost during the revolution that overthrew the monarchy. Only a few of this Royal House survive and they now supposedly reside in the Teutonic Empire of Lavenrunz.”

The man paused, silently regarding the party members one by one before taking a satellite photo of a castle built into rocks as seen from above.

“This, gentlemen, is the castle Fitzvairan, also known as ‘the devils den’ (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=334396) in St. Dominic near the border in Iesus. For centuries there have been many rumours surrounding this castle. Thousand years old rumours include that its haunted and more recent ones speak of secret experiments and the like.

However, with the Iesus government in exile ( http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=382648) affair some of these rumours have become more substantial, including that the Light of the West is hidden inside the Den along with the Knootian crown jewels and other treasures.”

Hendriksen put away the picture of the Den and got out several cards of some kind, handing each representative a card which had a strange name on it.

“These are forged IDs from the nation of HARU. They should give you passage into the Holy Empire. You are to investigate and find the Light of the West, wherever it may be. Any treasure you may find along the way is yours to share amongst yourselves, but the Light is to return to Knootoss. A liaison from Tarasovka is already in Iesus Christi and he will join your team as you link up with him in the town of Port Ugel which is near St. Dominic.

My client suggested that you study a bit on how to be convincing fundamentalist Catholics. He has provided you with a Syskeyian high school textbook on social sciences for this purpose. He will also make available to you any reference material you might require, as well as something called portable ‘gay spray’. Any reasonable expenses will be covered as well.

Any questions?”

OOC:
Gnufasur DF and Midlonia please delete your OOC posts. I’d like to keep this thread un-cluttered. Thank you.

Gnufasur, you have a telegram.

Drake supprised, brings his hand beind his head and apologizes for what he assumed was a bar.

"Hehe, sorry miss, didn't know this wasn't a bar, sorry about the mix up, hehe, if there is any way I could make it up, such as dinner and a movie."

Drake then grabbed the young woman's hands and held them in his until, whump, she hit him in the head with her fist.

While Drake nursed his wounds both physical and emotional a large bald man entered the room and plopped down in front of a table.

As the bald man entered Drake payed no mind to what that old fat atorney had to say, instead he began to ponder quietly to himself about how he would acheive his mission, and whether there was a bar in this town or not.

Swithlington listened to the bald man, nodded as he looked at the data placed before him and listened intently at the “Any treasure you find you may keep” part, then, when the man had finished, he spoke.

‘So…in other words, you’re asking us to go on an elfish Holy Grail hunt?’ he asked slowly. ‘and we’re supposed to stroll into Lavenrunz, and Iesus Christi of all places, just like that? And what kind of experiments?’ he sipped from his teacup again.

‘I’m very interested in this, but I’d like to know all the risks, I don’t want to be blindly led into a trap by some pretty girl’ he motioned at the woman near the head of the table. ‘And what is this useless thing?’ he flipped through the textbook. ‘A child’s thing! I’ll have you know I was an actor, and can do Christian fundamentalist quite easily, doesn’t take a lot to say “praise the Lord” at the end of every sentence.’ Swithlington scoffed and ate a teacake.

Upon hearing the word of Elf, Drake could not stop himself from commenting, "Elves, hah, supperior beings my ass, they die just like the rest of us, and they ain't been nothin but trouble since our ancestors meet their like."

Trooper Red and Trooper Gains stood on guard outside the castles walls. Guard duty in this forshaken part of Iesus Christi wasnt anyones idea of fun.
The cold bit at them and Gains cursed loudly as the rain started to fall
"Jesus F___ing Christ".
Red stepped away from his cousin, his eyes darting back and forth as if something was coming.
“Shut it Gains, you know there’s a curse on this place! Dont go cursing God around here , its here where you need him most...do you wanna be found in bits and pieces!”
“I don’t believe in curses or the stories. bloody nonsense"
The wind picked up suddenly, and thunder roared in the distance.
They watched nervously as the wind lifted up leaves, turning them into a whirling mess. Dust was stirred up in a near blinding haze, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared at the treeline. Wind ripping at their clothes,the troopers fumbled to ready their weapons. They nearly both jumped out of their skin when the dark shadow started rapidly coming towards them.
"Sweet Loving Jesus...who goes there!"
The thunder roared again and now the rain poured down.
Red lifted his rifle and aimed at the closing figure.
"Who goes there! I'll fire dammit...who goes there!"
A booming voice of cold authority cut through the rain.
"You bloody fire that rifle at me Son....I'll F___ing make your life more miserable than it already is going to be...stand up straight! Christ in Heaven....this isnt a Lavenrunz Brothel....you're on guard duty!"
"Yes sarge!"
"Bloody Newbies..."

Port Ugal, Iesus Christi

She made her way calmly through the streets, gazing around with a complete indifference and just to have something to look at. She arrived to Port Ugel a day ago and was now getting acquainted with the area. She was just an other a proud citizen of the nation of HARU, or so her papers said. In fact, she was Ekaterina Yastrebova, of Taraskovyan origins. To her friends, however, she was known as Karin, a rather beautiful young woman with grey eyes and hair of the colour of honey.

She liked being in Iesus Christi, seeing only humans around with no pointy eared filth in the vicinity, their stench not polluting the purity of the air created by God for his children to breathe. She smiled again and thanked the Legion for sending her on the mission. In fact, she did have some doubts about participating in the mission due to its obvious ties to the evil that has been scarring for so the beautiful face of this world created by God, but then she simply concentrated on the reward and not on the object of their quest. The reward will come in handy for ridding her tortured motherland from the invaders and make the land prosperous and glorious once more, in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit! Amen!

She instinctively raised her right hand, fingers already in the correct position, to her forehead to make the sign of the cross over her as she remembered that a right-to-left sign might be viewed badly in a fiercely Catholic nation. Yes, Iesus Christi, even if being a land of purity, still had one major flaw – it did not follow the True Word and was corrupted by the perverted ideology of the “Latinists”. But nothing was lost, for the Army of God that was the White Legion would soon rid her own motherland of filth and traitors, purge the Patriarchate of the corrupted and spread the true word of God throughout his creation.

Her hand, instead of doing the sign of the cross, glided into her hair, brushing it off her face as she went through the street. Of course, her entire background as well as her beliefs and convictions were her personal matter and had no relevance to the mission at hand. No one knew and no one would know.

The Hague

Upon the words of Swithlington Gazelle scowled: “Perhaps if your Lordship is too afraid to go on this hunt you’d better remain at home with your playmate. This is a dangerous mission, and if you do not trust me then be welcome to find another way to make a million euros just like that because I’m coming along.”

The accountant was just about to say something when Drake interjected with his derrisive elf comment. “With all due respect Sir..”, he began but Gazelle had already drawn her combat knife and – in what seemed like just a flash – jumped half over the table to get behind his chair, nearly at Drakes throat. From this position she stared him contemptuously in the face while also remaining ever alert for the possibility that he would also possess a weapon and draw it. Her training allowing her to have her movements remain both quick and subtle.

”Listen you piece of vermin. You look like you are all in the wrong place. I don’t need a traitor. So shall I slit your throat just know or will you spill out the pathetic reasons of why you are here?”

The Hague

Upon the words of Swithlington Gazelle scowled: “Perhaps if your Lordship is too afraid to go on this hunt you’d better remain at home with your playmate. This is a dangerous mission, and if you do not trust me then be welcome to find another way to make a million euros just like that because I’m coming along.”

The accountant was just about to say something when Drake interjected with his derrisive elf comment. “With all due respect Sir..”, he began but Gazelle had already drawn her combat knife and – in what seemed like just a flash – jumped half over the table to get behind his chair, nearly at Drakes throat. From this position she stared him contemptuously in the face while also remaining ever alert for the possibility that he would also possess a weapon and draw it. Her training allowing her to have her movements remain both quick and subtle.

”Listen you piece of vermin. You look like you are all in the wrong place. I don’t need a traitor. So shall I slit your throat just know or will you spill out the pathetic reasons of why you are here?”
"Oh, I see then, Hmm? I thought so, now back off before I am forced to do somthing I might regret later, after all I don't want to kill such a bueitiful young woman. But as they do say Elf women, even half breeds, are said to be the most bueitiful women in all the lands."

With that said, Drake patted his side revealing an IMI Desert Eagle on each hip. But he also seemed too calm, even for a man armed in such a manner as he. After all within a few seconds Drake had found out Gazelle's secret without even meaning to.

"And to answer your question, miss, I'm here cause I want to be here, what's your excuse?" Drake then lowered his eyes until his eyes meet her's.

Port Ugal
The sun shone brightly, the birds were singing, the loudspeaker system played a holy hymn, the surveillance cameras buzzed, the barbed wire entanglements glissoned in the sun and the streets were pusling with people....Port Ugal in summer had a certain charm.
Beneath giant posters of the Crucifed Christ and "Lord Protector Matthew Iesus",People went to mass and to work, Children played 'dead dead elf' and 'burn the heretic' and in the market people laughed and haggled in the usual way. Other posters around the town warned citizens to be "Ever aware of spies and traitors!"....to reinforce the message, in between hymns and military marches, the loudspeakers pumped out Iesus 'truth broadcasts' and the viewscreens carried similar content. State controlled Images and sounds constantly bombarded the people....
Still the people seemed happy, and helpful. Armed soldiers patrolled , the streets were dotted with black and grey uniforms but they didnt seem to menace the populace, instead many children 'aped' their actions...goosestepping behind their idols.

Swithlington turned slightly purple, then opened his mouth, then clamped it shut again.

As the elf woman dove across the table and put a combat knife to the throat of the other party member, Swithlington gulped, this woman was definately the kind not to mess with, but he had to laugh at the man's responce.
'You have this... I admit I misjudged... woman with a knife to your throat, and you're this calm. Give her one reason she shouldn't slit your throat right now, and those toys on your belt aren't going to save you, and wearing them in public like that? Ha! Idiotic... absolutely idiotic.'
He chuckled and sipped the remainder of his cup of tea and put it down, it clinked a little.

'Now, then, I'll stay. Also I do apologise for my questions and behaviour earlier...now then, when are we off?'

Swithlington turned slightly purple, then opened his mouth, then clamped it shut again.

As the elf woman dove across the table and put a combat knife to the throat of the other party member, Swithlington gulped, this woman was definately the kind not to mess with, but he had to laugh at the man's responce.
'You have this... I admit I misjudged... woman with a knife to your throat, and you're this calm. Give her one reason she shouldn't slit your throat right now, and those toys on your belt aren't going to save you, and wearing them in public like that? Ha! Idiotic... absolutely idiotic.'
He chuckled and sipped the remainder of his cup of tea and put it down, it clinked a little.

'Now, then, I'll stay. Also I do apologise for my questions and behaviour earlier...now then, when are we off?'
"Because I have my guns, and I don't want to harm this bueitiful young woman." Drake then put his arms behind his back, and lowered his hat over his eyes. "If you don't mind I'll take a nap."

DF. Telegram.

Drake then closed his thrench coat and appeared to goto sleep.

OOC: Knoot, I'm really, really lost. I will try and catch up with you on MIRC before I try my hand at this. I don't want to throw everything off.

OOC: Knoot, I'm really, really lost. I will try and catch up with you on MIRC before I try my hand at this. I don't want to throw everything off.

OOC: yeah I think Drake has thrown the RP a bit up into the air.

IC: Raising an eyebrow swithlington looked at his manservant, who promtly scribbled down a note on a peice of paper, he showed it to Swithlington and then the others.

Let's leave Sleeping Beauty here and get going.

Swithlington nodded and began to quietly grab a couple of his bags, Alfred grabbing the other few and began to quietly head for the door, he nodded at the others as a form of "get going" and left the room, headed down the stairs and waited in the foyer.

OOC: yeah I think Drake has thrown the RP a bit up into the air.

IC: Raising an eyebrow swithlington looked at his manservant, who promtly scribbled down a note on a peice of paper, he showed it to Swithlington and then the others.

Let's leave Sleeping Beauty here and get going.

Swithlington nodded and began to quietly grab a couple of his bags, Alfred grabbing the other few and began to quietly head for the door, he nodded at the others as a form of "get going" and left the room, headed down the stairs and waited in the foyer.
"I'm not alseep you fat balding tea kettle." Drake then lifted his hat showing his eyes her open all the time. "Now if I was Gazelle, I'd get on with buisness, do you understand?" Drake indecated that force mught be used when he began to pat his right hip.

OOC: your character can read a peice that was shown to two other people, and was never in your sight?
Get real?

(OOC: No but he can see out of the corner of his eye, and he is pretty smart, he put 2895 and 456 and got 3351, so there you go.)

OOC: Whatever. I don't care either way as long as DF behaves. Anyway, back from… distractions.

IC:
Gazelle released Drake from her grip and backed off a little to grab her own gun. She sat down on her own seat, pointing it at Drake. ”I’ll keep an eye on you when I get to my ‘business’, thank you very much.” She said as she put her own false ID card away in one of her pockets.

She nodded thankfully to the accountant. “Thank you for the briefing Sir. I think I know enough. Now, I’d like to know firstly what Mr. Sleepy here is actually doing. I can hardly imagine that he is part of our team, so spill it. And don't touch your weapons if you like your health."

Her finger hovered over the trigger, ready to rid the man with bullets should he even do so much as reach for his guns.

"Secondly, I want to know from the rest of you how we plan to proceed as soon as this... person... has clarified what he is doing here.”

Drake not being one for lengthy explainations answered, "Why yes, yes I am, I am you support for this little endevor of yours, miss. Now I ask you to act civil and lower your peice, miss." Drake motoned towards Miss Gazalle "I am your ace gunman/sniper, Drake Degal, at your service." Drake then diped his hat in courtesy.

Gazelle lowered her gun, but kept it ready should she need it - still deeply mistrusting of this individual. "Well then, Mr. Degal, how would you suggest we proceed?"

"First, this bullshit about acting, won't do you any good, see they have 'systems' of identifying anyone who enters their country ... legally that is. If you don't want to be caught the second you enter their country you'll have to enter their country without their prior knowledge, as well as having a secure background story saying we're all citizens. Beyond that ... I ain't got a clue, after all, I'm just a hired gun." Drake then leaned back, pushed his hat foward, and waited for a reply.

'Shows how bloody little you know about Iesus Christi Mr "Carry my guns on the streets"' grumbled Swithlington, still standing. 'You'll last all of ten seconds in good old Christi laddie, I suggest you hit the acting books or we'll simply leave you to the dogs, and before you say "Pah, I can take them" do you think you have enough ammo, or skill, to take on the Iesuian Army? Don't think so kid, so I suggest you simply button your lip when we get there.'
He turned to the elf-woman. 'I definately misjudged you madam, but I must ask, how exactly are you going to hide the, erm, slightly pointy ears? Long hair only goes so far, they may check...'
he nodded and smiled, a little uncomfortably shifting his weight.

"Oh and would you like to make something of it? Drama queen!" "Any way, unlike you two, I don't have to fake my nationality, I was a citizen of Iesus Christi. Infact I still have my concealed weapon permit, and my birh certificate. So what's you idea, dough boy?" "And secondly, she ain't an elf, she's a half breed, aren't you? Just a unexcepted half breed, hated wherever you go, am I right?"

'Don't be so daft, what's the name of the leader, and his sister then? And sinch when did Knootoss have a concealed carry law? Can either of you help me out?' he motioned to the two Knootians at the head of the table.

"We don't have concealed carry laws", the acountaint said simply. "However, I might point out that the HARU passports are supposed to do just fine in getting you inside."

Gazelle meanwhile frowned somewhat annoyed. She pulled her hair aside, revealing ears that had a decidedly human shape. When both men had seen them she put her hair back in place, speaking kindly but firmly: "I would ask of you not to make any assumptions regarding my background, Lord. My personal life is my own. I value it, and if you were to stay here longer you would find that all Knootians value their privacy a great deal. It will not be a liability for the mission."

'Thank you.' he nodded to the Knootians, then turned back on Drake.
'There is also then the slight problem of Iesus Christi, which stopped issuing birth certificates, 60 years ago and they never issued, ever any such gun permits.' he chuckled and stroked his mutton chop whiskers. 'I think some child had better stop lying through his front teeth, and admit he never was an Iesusian, and never will be.' He chortled a little and sat down again.

Answering the man Drake said, "Luckily, I left before he came into power, he and his damn sister, you want to know something? Those two commit more acts of incest then any pair I've heard of before them."

Drake then turned his view and mind to Gazelle, "If you ain't a half-breed, then why'd you attack after my comment? What you fucking an elf, or something?" Drake then burst out in laughter.

Drake then looked to the lawyer, "They do, for soldiers, and agents like myself. I might add, that It's been two years since I left, so I know little of today's problems, but if the cities remain the same, I can find my way around." Drake then made one of the most vulgar gestures to the girl at the counter, which caused her to blush and retreat to the back store.

Swithlington roared with laughter, his face had gone crimson.
'So you, dear child, are around Seventy years old? I suggest you go back to "home" wherever it is, and become a better liar.' He giggled some more, then turned to the Knootians.
'So? When do we leave? As much fun as this is, standing around chatting is hardly going to find the Light of the West.'

With that said, Drake lifted his hat to show, his long ... slightly pointed ears, "Like I said, I left before he came into power. Little man." Drake then lowered his hat again.

OOC: I’d like to move this thing on beyond the 'Drake making a fuss' bullshit. I assume that we’ve chosen to go directly to Iesus as there have been no suggestions to the contrary.

IC:
HARU-IESUS FLIGHT 203

Gazelle sighed deeply while staring at the wing of the passenger liner carrying them into Iesus Christi. She did not feel too well, and was wondering if it was a bad omen to feel so unsure before a mission. She could only rationalise part of her queasiness: the DNA treatment was making her feel queasy and in order to reflect the image of a good Christian woman she had had to adapt. She wore an excessively ugly dress which restricted her movement and fell down to her ankles in an indeterminate brownish floral pattern that she had been studying during the plane trip. Her hair also felt uncomfortable, tied in a very conservative bun and her glasses felt strange on a nose not used to carrying them. But most of all she felt so very… naked without her guns. The contact in Port Ugal was supposed to obtain weapons, but until then she would have to go without. She had thought about a small knife in her panties but finally, and with pain in her heart, had to decide against it.

She let her eyes glance over the rest of the passenger cabin, noticing the top of the head of the ‘hired gun’. Her distrust for Drake still promoted some physical revulsion, even when he was sitting on the other side of the plane. (She had successfully insisted that they travel separately) She had remembered his earlier words. "Elves, hah, supperior beings my ass, they die just like the rest of us, and they ain't been nothin but trouble since our ancestors meet their like." – and later he claimed to have been an Elf in the Iesus army, leaving only two years ago. She shook her head. The story simply did not fit and he was clearly a filthy liar and a bad one at that. Then again, how often had she lied about her identity?

Swithlington sat in the seat to her right, loudly snoring. She had to resist the urge to slap her “husband” awake. Primitive culture, she cussed inwardly. If only he didn’t insist on ‘playing the role convincingly’ in some public space. The servant wasn’t doing much useful and she did not particularly care about him as long as he carried the luggage…

St Augustine Aiport
Iesus Christi
Slowly Gazelle and Swithlington pushed forward in the cue near the identity checks with their false ID-cards ready. The Knootian woman looked behind her: Drake was a few rows behind them. She bit her lip as their turn approached. Iesus was, after all, a country at war and who knew what new and unexpected security checks they might have.

As Drake was searched he couldn't help but laugh the poor girl who had been given the duty wasn't used to his kind ... the romantic type, he had so successfully swooned her that she forgot to check his luggage. Which was a good thing, since he wasn't the type to trust others with his guns he brought his with him.

As the girl let him bye, he waved to Gazelle and her servant, after he made his way to the front of the airport to wait for the other two, he couldn't help but notice all the girls in uniform, military style. And as he thought to himself he couldn't feel anything but sorrow, he remembered when the Iesus military was the strongest of the world. But obviously the constant fighting had exhausted most of the young men in the nation. So the military did the only thing it could, open enlistment to women.

As he saw two rather beautiful young military girls talking he couldn't help but overhear. "So ... you and him, you two going ... steady?" It was then that the girl being asked blushed and began to play with her hair and pants. "Well, ... we plan to, but you know how things are ... he's needed by us all ... he's only doing his duty, but maybe after the war." The girl who was questioning was now the giddy one, talking about how she was the lucky one for finding love. It was then that Drake caught their attention, at first they thought he was a foreigner, until they decided that he wouldn't be so calm if he was. They also started talking about him, "So ... you think that guy over there is cute?" The first girl was obviously shocked but agreed, "Yeah, he look like a citizen he looks fit, I wonder why he's not all ready in the military?" "I don't know, you could ask him."

It was that sentence that sparked his attention the most, given it had been a while since he had been here but, like they say it's just like riding a bike. The two military girls made their way to him, but they were very shy, just like all Iesus girls. When they reached him they were both blushing and flustered, it was kind of a complement when a girl let you see her blush, must still be, Drake thought to himself. He knew the only way he'd prove that he'd been a citizen was to salute the soldiers of Iesus.

Drake brought his arm to his brow and saluted the first salute he had done in quite some time, even if they changed the salute they would, should know this old salute. In surprise the girls saluted back, surprisingly they hadn't changed the salute. "Nice to meet you girls, you part of the military?" At first all the girls could do was blush till the first one answered, "YES, SIR! Corporeal Trayana," the second girl spoke, "And Private Rickerson" they then spoke in unison, "At your command, SIR!" Obviously they thought he might be a veteran, in reality he was. "So ladies, why is it that you chose to grace me with your beautiful presences today?"

"We're stationed here for security reason, might you be a veteran?"

"Yes, an old LT. Colonel, but I've been out of town on business, what's Iesus like these days?"

"Oh, really?" Both the girls went starry eyed at meeting a Lieutenant Colonel. "Oh, yes, well the weather is nice, and right now the soldiers of Iesus are destroying our enemies, isn't that grand?"

"Yes, I suppose, but who exactly are we at war with?"

They looked at each other and shrugged, obviously they were new recruits. "We don't know exactly but they are to the North."

The conversation continued for some time like that until they had to return to duty, they were both heartbroken to have to leave him, all alone, but country before oneself as they said, he even gave them each a kiss to sweep them on their way and saluted them one last time.

OOC:there seems to be some deep deep confusion about Iesus culture and government....hopefully we can clear it all up. any questions pleae feel free to contact me.

IC: The airport was more like a army depot. Iesus had almost no flights coming in or out,and no regard for human rights.....thus visitors faced a great unknown at arrival.
Overhead the ever watchful eyes of the security cameras recorded everything. Every word and action could be monitored by the Ministry of social order...nothing was beyond them.
The airport itself looked more like a Bunker. Biohazard doors and grey uniformed soldiers made it less than welcoming.
Troopers in Ministry black and tan uniforms walked down the line of visitors, eyeing them and asking random questions.
Bags were checked countless times by several different people, even harmless things could be confiscated by these over zealous officals.
But they had a good reason to be over zealous...failure in their duty would recieve typical harsh justice. Even after the searching, no bag was allowed through with the passengers...it was sent by 'other service' to the hostel or hotel the visitor was booked at.

With something like amazement, a group of troopers watched 'Drake' saunter about...His old Iesus passport and amazing attitude had triggered dozens of warning flags. Already his face was being flashed into comm units , IDing him as a 'trouble spot'.
Amazement followed amazement as listening devices heard what he said to young Christian women. And when he kissed the two young ladies...it was the last straw.
In USUAL Iesus bullyboy fastion, 4 troopers approached him. SMGs held in usual quick response style. The officer in charge spoke in a VERY polite voice.
"excuse me sir. welcome to Iesus Chrisit. Can I see some ID?
I'd like your exact name. religion. Ethnic group. and reason for visit. "

Drake knew kissing those girls was wrong, but he couldn't help it, he liked to live dangeriously. Without even turning around Drake had his ID in the man face, revealing him to be a 'Section 8' agent. "Look, trooper, I don't have to answer your questions, I only answer the questions of S8, so If you want I can tell you who I am ... but by law I'd have to kill you, and seeing how we're at war that would be a waste of human resorces, so return to you duty after escorting me out, after all you don't want it to seem to these foreginers that your soft." Drake then motioned his hands behind his back, handcuffed and was lead away, "Good job, trooper, may I ask your name? After all you've served so loyally." Once the troopers and Drake were beyond the doors, they stoped uncuffed and saluted him, "SIR! My name is SGT Ronalds, SIR! I am sorry for any inconvenience, the ministry of defense is awaiting your reports." The soldier lowered his salute as Drake returned it.

"Well, SGT, I think you deserve a reconmondation, you and your men, but I do apologize for the mix up with those girls ... I needed to fool anyone who might have been following me." "YES, SIR! I understand, SIR!" "Good, you and men might very well get a promotion for your efforts, good day SGT ... MJR. And may God be with you boys." As the troopers walked off to harras the other passangers Drake was too releaved that Section 8 was still around and didn't have him as AWOL. Drake made his way outside this time, but instead of risking it, he played the good little Iesus boy role, the role he played too well ... nearly 20 years ago.

Sgt Ronalds walked away.....this really wasnt normal....
"sarge..who is section 8."
"I have no clue....must be before my time..."
"But sarge you're...old..."
The sarge hit is comm, quickly briefed his commander and waited....
Ministry personal werent easy to scare....in the end they answered to someone who scared them more than any 'agent'....

Commander Holmes stormed forward, flanked by his squad. Clearly something was up...something bad...he stopped Drake before he left the facility.
In Iesus no one is higher than the ministry when it comes to security clearance...and now the Commanders professional interest was pricked.
"Excuse me 'major'....I'm sure you understand you've triggered several red flags...
please....answer my questions and I'm sure we can clear this all up....please present your barcode on your wrist and state your
Name...
Rank...
Religion...
and anything else we'll need to know to ID who you are..."

Drake didn't turn around but instead answered, "You think they'd put something like that in plane view soldier? ... We don't need an agent getting captured and then being idenified. All I am ordered to do, is show you my pass, and my back, anymore ... you wind up dead whether, by my hands, or by Section 8. Your choice, I doubt the minister even knows about us ... we are the oldest agency in Iesus legend. And we were founded by the orginal founders of Iesus after the rebellion. We were orginally created for the sole purpose of preventing the royal family from regaining the throne." It was then that Drake turned around to face the Sargent, "As for my name, rank, and religion, trooper! It is Drake Fernourberg, Lt Colonel, and my religion is non-denomination. So if you want to stand out of my way, do so ... now!" Drake made a commanding glare toward the soldier that would have frightened even the minister himself.

(OOC: Give up and lets get on with the story)

Commander Holmes look became Icey...he tapped he hit his comm setting off the silent alarm.
"One..I dont care if you're the queen of Lavenrunz or Marta Hari...I am a Ministry officer and you'll show respect to me and the law of Christ.
Under civil Code 779 - civil public decency act 2000,Civil law religons orthodoxy act, and Justice code 33, I am placing you under arrest...specifically for violations of public decency, threatening a Offical of the ministry and being a Athiest.
Seize him!"
From behind Drake two troopers jabbed him with shockbatons, while others covered with their SMGs. A massive zoltage was sent through his body that send Drake crashing to the ground. The troopers didnt stop till Drakes eyes rolled white in his head and the urine patch appeared on the floor.

Phaid McFadden groaned slightly, he had slept rather heavily on the plane, probably due to the somewhat heavy drinking he got into previously, the same drinking that had caused him to miss the main meeting.
.oO(Good job I caught the man earlier, )

he thought to himself, looking up he saw the still slightly concerned face of one of the flight attendants standing over him shaking him by the shoulder.

“I’m all right, damn ye man!”

With a considerable effort the large Scotsman levered his bulk out of the seat and trudged down the aisle, pulling a battered panama hat over his copper curls, strangely, for a red head, the skin that did show on his face, behind the curly hair that fell to his shoulders, and neatly groomed beard, was a light bronze, the colour of a man used to the sun.

Exiting the plane he stood at the top of the ramp and looked about, a large battered old-fashioned doctors bag clutched in his left hand.

“Aye what a dreary place”

With that he lumbered down the steps and made his way to the airport control, and baggage reclaim.

It was then that Drake woke up with a realy pissed look on his face, he then snapped the necks of the closest two gaurds, drew his Desert Eagles, and killed the other gaurds, using their bodies as sheilds, he blew out each of there rotten brains. It was all over in less then a second, the troopers were dead, and he was alive. "Sorry SGT, your promotion has been canceled." Still annoyed that these dogs didn't know better, he drew his knives and cut the throat of every last one of those filthy pigs. Drake then ran off after hiding the bodies in a concealed location where no one would find them for at least a month.

"Did not know who the fuck they were dealing with." Drake then ditched his old clothes, and burned them, and took on a new idenity, as well as a new wardrobe. Reloaded his weapons and was out of site before anyone heard anything, or any camera found him or the bodies.

[OOC
@DF...its an armed semi paramilitary airport, airports have nearly 100% camera coverage in the inbound lounges or debriefing rooms and rapid armed response teams in the liberal west today.

In a state like Iesus Christi you would never get away with this insanity even if you had managed to be amazingly shock proof. I don't see one man no matter if he does have two high powered pistols survive long enough to even draw them when several SMG's are already pointed at his person. Given the state of the airports ordinary guards you'd probably find yourself up against a tank from the rapid response unit.

All of these inconsistencies pale with your abuse of this thread.
Your abusive language is wholly unsatisfactory and that post should be DEATed.

/OOC]

The Commander kicked the twitching body, and was rewarded by the crack of ribs.
"I hear Electrocution can cause hallucinations and just plain weird dreams...."
The gathered troopers looked down at the still twitching Drake.
"He must be having a great one....Pleasant dreams 'sir'"
Holmes brought his boot down on the unconscious head with a sick crunching sound, Drakes body went totally limp and was dragged away....
The entire scene was carried out in view of the new arrivals.

With a bright smile and a voice that seem happily oblivious to events around her, the offical at the desk greeted the other new arrivals.
"Hi. Welcome to Iesus Christi. I hope you enjoy your stay.....Ids please..."
Behind her, officals ransacked the incoming luggage and then sent it on for further 'checking'.

Phaid turned breifly to the man being dragged off, his brow furrowed for a second, then he turned back to the lady at the desk, and with a gleaming smile that matched hers.

"Aye! I'm sure it'll be grand!"

With that he places his large black doctors bag at his side and reaches into an inside pocket to give the girl the papers provided for him.

He doesn't bat an eyelid as the guys going through his cases in the background find ontop in plain view a wooden box marked 'taxidermy tools' inside which are several strange shaped knives and some small saws.

Gazelle meanwhile looked down as the Reich officer stopped before her and looked into her eyes, while grabbing the hand of her ´husband’. With nothing out of the ordinary she was cleared through the checkpoint and went on to queue in the row for the desk. There she watched some of the scene that Drake made. She looked on, slightly disgusted at the sight of Drakes limp body, drenched in urine as it was being dragged away.

“Our gunman shan’t be joining us for dinner then” , she considered as the lady at the desk greeted her group. In front of her a Scottish man was having his luggage searched again…

‘Well, looks like no tea for him then.’ Murmured Swithlington as his bags were searched, and the remnants of Drake were dragged away.
‘Heil God!’ he said as he handed over his ID. ‘Is it not a day blessed by the Lord?’
Swithlington, and his manservant patiently allowed the luggage to be searched [of which there was many small bags.] They then rejoined the others of their party.
‘Oh that poor, poor man, I hope they will be fairly gentle with him…’ Swithlington then smirked a little.
‘Shall we be off then?’ He smiled and grabbed a few bags, much to the relief of his servant.

“You saw him, he was a traitor to God!” Gazelle said, righteously and very much aware of Iesus paranoia. “He deserves his punishment.” She grabbed a small ladies bag of her own. “Now if only we can find our friend at this airport.”

Phaid looks around at that.

"Aye, Im just glad I got enough faith in our Savor ta be able ta fly in one of them things.."

Swithlington sighed and held up the small sign.

Iesus Pilgrimages tour party #6

He waited with his man servant for the so called "Party" to gather up so they could begin their "Holy tour" of Iesus Christi.
'Bloody stupidly obvious way to find us, don't you think?'
'Yes sir, but at least we don't look to suspicious.'
'Point, gawd I am dying for a cuppa...'
'Later sir, Later, we must gather the Party first, get to a hotel, then you can have a cuppa, ok?' Whsipered Alfred.
'Mmmm.' Replied Swithlington rather annoyedly.

((OOC: hehe, I like it..)))

Phaid looked round and stroked his beard, ignoring in the background the sounds of the luggage gestapo cutting the lining out of his suitcase.

"Aye! ya' be the man Im wantin'! Pilgramige party six, no? I be signing up to that tour, me mother bought me the holiday for passin' me religious law exams!"

OOC: damn, hope to see Iesus online soon. :/

OOC: same here, the airport food is nothing to write home about..

A hotel picked by the government had been made available to the 'tour group'.
Naturally they didnt have to stay there, but the smiling women on the visitors desk made not staying at the 'Christ the king Hotel' sound like a very bad idea.
"we have a driver waiting to take you to your hotel....naturally you can stay elsewhere......I'd just have to inform the ministry."
Iesus is packed with little known pilgrim sites, plus larger more visited ones. 'Our Lady of Iesus Christi' had no less than 100 sites where it was claimed she had appeared. The women on the visitors desk keenly handed out pamplets.
"we're building the worlds largest free standing statue to honour Marys appearance. Did you know that? "


Facts for the tourist: A Lonely Planet Guide.
Full country name: The Holy Empire of Iesus Christi
Language: English. Several Local tongues.
Religion: Roman Catholic , Orthodox faiths. All other religions has prohibited since the 1950s(except Islam in certain provinces)
Government: authoritarian fascist
Head of State: God the three -the one :God the father, God the Holy Spirit and God the son - Our Lord Jesus Christ.
Head of Government: Chairman of the National Defense Commission President ,Warlord and First General Matthew Iesus
Major Industries: Military products, machinery, electric power, chemicals, mining, metallurgy, textiles, food processing

The Capital: St Augustine
St Augustine is a superb example of the regime's progress, discipline and the well-being of its citizens. Don't expect a bustling western capital alive with street hawkers , instead expect thousands of uniformed security personal, in fact you entire trip you can expect to be kept in close company of atleast several security personal.

The city is built around the banks of the Martha River. The most amazing thing about the river is the two mid-river fountains that rise to a height of 150m, reputedly the highest in the world. Your first day out in the city will undoubtedly be a guided tour by car(with state appointed driver. Be careful what you say). One of the main monuments is the Tower of St Fenris, a 170m high needle on the east bank of the Martha. You will also surely be taken to see the Triumphal Arch, which marks the spot where General Matthew Iesus snr made his rallying speech after the Royalty were routed. You'll be reminded that it is fully three metres taller than any statue on earth.
St Patricks aquare and cathedral are both excellent sites but highly patrolled by the armed forces....so you may want to avoid them if you think you're a lippy type.

The Iesus Stadium is one of the world's largest, and the Archangel Statue, a bronze Angel upon a Pegasus crushing a elf representing the high-speed progress of the countries reconstruction since the ousting of the royals, are both worth a look. There is a generous handful of museums and monuments to General Iesus and the Revolution, but you may wish to see more traditional sights, such as two of the old city gates, the Crusader and Royal Gates. The State Circus, run by the Army, is housed in a large circular building, and upon entering you'll probably be treated to the spectacle of the whole audience turning their heads as one to stare at the foreigners. You should also definitely visit a metro station if you get the opportunity, if only to gawk at the extravagance with which they were built. They are adorned with bronze sculptures,flags, murals, mosaics and chandeliers.

Accommodation is expensive, although the price of wherever you choose to stay is included in your tour charge. You'll most likely be pressured to stay at the deluxe Christ the King Hotel, a 45-storey tower with a revolving restaurant on top. It has 500 rooms, and given the small number of tourists, you should have little trouble making reservations. There are other deluxe hotels, but most are not as conveniently located . Also remember the Iesus Christi notion of 'deluxe' differs greatly from that in most western nations, also without a doubt your rooms will be bugged...remember civil rights arnt a concept the Iesus government really understands...so be warned!
It currently isnt advised for non-humans to visit even if the government grants them honourary human status.

OOC: Sorry...slow and short. back at work , so its been a busy week:) should be more free soonish:)

'Hrm, very nice, yes, we shall take the Christ the King hotel, now then, tour group!' Swithlington had taken the pamphlets and booking slip, then turned to address the group.
'I am your tour guide John, and we'll be staying at the lovely hotel supplied by the ministry, now I take it you all have your crosses and bibles?' He chuckled. 'Good? Right, off we go.'

Phaid looked at the tourist handbook, a deepening feeling of dread within him, on the surface though, his face remained a mask.

"Ooh.. I wonder what the chapel at the Hotel is like, I feel like I need to pray..."

OOC: note to self: write big update for this thread tomorrow.

With their baggage taken onto the Hotel, the newly arrived ‘Pilgrimage tour party #6’ and Co. were released and escorted to…
“Complementary government vans! Holy Pilgrims and tourists ride in top quality Iesus van!”
Driven at leisurely speed by their friendly driver “Just call me John”, the newly arrived tourists were taken into the heart of the capital.
The streets had what people had come to expect of the Iesus police state - giant propaganda posters, barbed wire, and military checkpoints were a common sight, but at the same time the streets were buzzing with people.
The van slowed to a crawl as they approached the Hotel. People had spilled onto the road, cheering and singing came from the increasingly jubilant crowd. Chants of “Christo Duce!” and “No Slaves, One master!” were screamed with enthusiasm.
Near the van ran several uniformed children waving little flags. The oldest boy, maybe nine years old, stopped and playfully saluted the occupants of the van
The CBD seemed to something resembled a street party….
John soon gave up trying to get his van through the crowd.
“we’ll be stuck here all day…the Hotel is just up the road, perhaps you should just walk? This is the festival of Jesus Christ the liberator…very historic. Very ethnic”