Dougladamia
22-06-2005, 01:49
"He's in there, tending the Lemmings'
The Chief acolyte felt no hesitation in saying these words to the mob of angry citizens. For too long, the Grand High Master and Ruler of Dougladamia had ignored his contributions.
The century old traditional head of state was a relic, an irrational piece of historical fiction that held no place in the new empire that Dougladamia had recently found itself. Strength! Peace! Order! was the call of the day.
Tending to the eldest lemmings was not the priority, yet for centuries the hereditary figurehead held this to be the finest duty. Well no more, thought the Chief Acolyte watching as his the attack on his former leader ensued.
It had taken time to develop this group - the Order of the Red Dragon. Combining the mythology of the ancient and near extinct reptile with a martial code of valour was not an easy task in the liberal climate of Dougladamia. But it has now paid off.
The grand high master was clearly injured. He had suffered enough, time to finish him and his line.
"Defenestrate him!" he commanded. The ruler looked in his direction, watching the chief acolyte's smile as he was carried by the mob to the massive ornamental window overlooking Adamsville, and thrown to his death a hundred metres down.
Now the chief acolyte planned his speech to the citizenry, the Federation of Dougladamia was dead. The Rogue Nation has been born!
The Chief acolyte felt no hesitation in saying these words to the mob of angry citizens. For too long, the Grand High Master and Ruler of Dougladamia had ignored his contributions.
The century old traditional head of state was a relic, an irrational piece of historical fiction that held no place in the new empire that Dougladamia had recently found itself. Strength! Peace! Order! was the call of the day.
Tending to the eldest lemmings was not the priority, yet for centuries the hereditary figurehead held this to be the finest duty. Well no more, thought the Chief Acolyte watching as his the attack on his former leader ensued.
It had taken time to develop this group - the Order of the Red Dragon. Combining the mythology of the ancient and near extinct reptile with a martial code of valour was not an easy task in the liberal climate of Dougladamia. But it has now paid off.
The grand high master was clearly injured. He had suffered enough, time to finish him and his line.
"Defenestrate him!" he commanded. The ruler looked in his direction, watching the chief acolyte's smile as he was carried by the mob to the massive ornamental window overlooking Adamsville, and thrown to his death a hundred metres down.
Now the chief acolyte planned his speech to the citizenry, the Federation of Dougladamia was dead. The Rogue Nation has been born!