Dae Uhl
27-06-2005, 09:03
Yerre looked out from the balcony of his home, and gazed upon the capital city, Xokwe. The city itself was magnificant, its skyscrappers reaching towards the heavens, the ancient structures stood still and strong, as if challanging time itself, to see which would outlast the other. Yet, despite its near perfection the city lacked the vigor it once had. The vigor it prided itself upon as the Legions of Eloxi marched down the streets of Xokwe, as they waved the flag of unification and finally put the chaos to an end. Now the people existed to simply exist, has if living was a curse that had been placed upon them. One could say that Xokwe was a city of souls, longing to escape and find peace, but were restained by life. The Protoss had no gods to go to, they had no divine power to seek guidence from. They had themselves, and themselves were not enough. The pride of the Confederacy, its armed forces were in utter collapse and chaos. The armies were, by order of the Steward, sent to the farthest reaches of the Confederacy to defend the land against invaders that would never come. The Confederate Air Force sat in hanger, collecting dust, while the Navy simply rusted in docks. Long since had that Stewards sent the Confederacy into decline and decay. Since the day Yerre could reason, he hated the Steward, he hated it with all his will and soul. Only now did he have the might and power to stand up for the Protoss and to finally end the reign of the corrupt Steward.
Yerre, unlike many Human revolutionaries, never even considered the military as a way to take control of the government, at least not from the start. Of coarse force was needed to break the finally defenses of the Stewards, but it indeed was not first way to go. Yerre had become a very power merchant, establishing several smaller merchant caravans and building a powerful corperation. He had bought much of the country out from the Steward, in this age of corruption and life decay, money was the only happiness that could be found. Yerre knew that currency was only a form of happiness and only temporary. Yerre could recall how he managed to get the Templar, the elite forces of the Confederacy to join him. Long since had they been dismantled by the Steward due to his paranoia, he suspected that they would attempt to oust him. In a certain way, his paranoia was proven true. Yerre was easily able to convert the Templar commander, Uxafa, to his point of view the Templar were now his personal army to command. Though the term army was overly used in his mind, only a hundred Templars were still in service, most had been disbanded by the Steward. That was when a Protoss clad in dark yet light weight clothing walked up behind him.
"Lord Yerre, my men are ready to begin," stated Uxafa. Yerre nodded. "You have the go ahead," stated Yerre. With that Uxafa quickly rushed out of the room, while Yerre returned to the inner part of his house to prepare for his escort.
The coup began in the western part of the city, where the headquarters of the Stewards Guardsmen was. Using their natural abilities, the Templar cloaked themselves tempoarily in order to get into position. After the first Guardsmen fell, another quick fell. In quick order they were being hacked down with little to no resistance. The blue blood of the Protoss was spread across the ground, as were the bodies of Protoss. Within minutes the battle was over and the headquarters was taken, with that the Templar sounded the alarm that a coup was taking place and began to direct Guardsmen straight into Templar ambushes. Only a few wise Guardsmens were not slain, they quickly rushed to the Stewards Palace, which itself was a grand place. Within twenty minutes of the first blade to be swung, the main city was completely rid of all Guardsmen, those that did not fall to the sword, quickly rushed back to the Steward's Palace. That was when ten Templar arrived at Yerre's house to escort him.
As Yerre walked down the main street, with the Templar protecting him, the people were all too well informed of what was going on. Most gave him their nod of apporval, other scorned him, and even more had no expression what so ever. Yerre noticed the almost completely destroyed Grand Judicator's Tower, that stood behind the Steward's Palace, all the Stewards had permitted the tower to fall into decay, yet another sign of their corruption. By the time Yerre arrived, the main doors had been forced open, has he entered he had to step over the bodies of Guardsmen, and even a few Templar. Once inside the great halls, he could hear the echoing sounds of battle that were occuring down the hall. The ten Templar guarding him where keeping their eyes on ever dark corner and ever shadow, to ensure that the leader of the rebellion wasn't killed. As Yerre glances around, he noticed that even the Stewards inner halls had fallen into decay, he growled in disgust. He stood back and waited as the final remains of the Guardsmen where killed, and has his Templar's pushed open the guards to the Steward's throne room. Yerre walked in with an obvious look of superiority on his face, he looked at the Steward, who was not the least impressed.
"Hail, Steward Xelta, the last of the Stewards of Dae Uhl, last of the Corruptness, and the greatest failure of the Protoss people," stated Yerre.
The Steward gave a humble smirk, "You think, Yerre, that because these halls are riddled with corruption, that I do not see beyond my nose, if you do then you are sadly mistaken; I knew of your rebellion many months before it happened," stated Xelta.
"You knew, yet did nothing, what more proof of ignorance and lack of leadership is needed to prove that the Protoss would do better under my leadership," stated Yerre.
The Steward broke out into laugher, "I know of your childhood, I know that you dream of one day praising the return of the Grand Judicator, to end the Stewardship of Dae Uhl, yet you come before me today to kill me," laughed the Steward.
Yerre was not the least humored, "The Grand Judicator will return one day, however, until he returns I must do what is best for Dae Uhl," he exclaimed.
Xelta simply lowered his laugher, but was stilled humored, "You know nothing of command and leadership, you know ambition and glory and even basic tactics, yet you lack leadership."
Yerre growled and activated his blade, "You speak the same lies that you're forefathers taught you. I will leader Dae Uhl into a new future, a future free of the corrupt Stewards, I shall be the leader until the day the Grand Judicator returns!"
Yerre began to go towards Xelta. Though the Steward rose from his throne, activated his own blade and shoved it into himself, moments before Yerre reached him. Yerre looked amazed. "You, Yerre, may lead the people to greatness, you have ended the reign of the corrupt stewards, you now have the right to begin the reign of the new and even as corrupt stewards," said Xelta with his dying breathe.
Yerre watched as the former stewards body fell to the floor and a pool of blue blood surronded him. He turned around to see the Templar kneeling before him.
"Lord Yerre, not that you have taken command of Dae Uhl from the stewards, what shall you call yourself? Steward Yerre?" asked Uxafa. "No, the rule of the stewards is over once and for all. I shall be called the Great Judicator Yerre, understood?" he asked The Templar hesisted calling him anything that involved Judicator, but agreed.
[continues...]
Yerre, unlike many Human revolutionaries, never even considered the military as a way to take control of the government, at least not from the start. Of coarse force was needed to break the finally defenses of the Stewards, but it indeed was not first way to go. Yerre had become a very power merchant, establishing several smaller merchant caravans and building a powerful corperation. He had bought much of the country out from the Steward, in this age of corruption and life decay, money was the only happiness that could be found. Yerre knew that currency was only a form of happiness and only temporary. Yerre could recall how he managed to get the Templar, the elite forces of the Confederacy to join him. Long since had they been dismantled by the Steward due to his paranoia, he suspected that they would attempt to oust him. In a certain way, his paranoia was proven true. Yerre was easily able to convert the Templar commander, Uxafa, to his point of view the Templar were now his personal army to command. Though the term army was overly used in his mind, only a hundred Templars were still in service, most had been disbanded by the Steward. That was when a Protoss clad in dark yet light weight clothing walked up behind him.
"Lord Yerre, my men are ready to begin," stated Uxafa. Yerre nodded. "You have the go ahead," stated Yerre. With that Uxafa quickly rushed out of the room, while Yerre returned to the inner part of his house to prepare for his escort.
The coup began in the western part of the city, where the headquarters of the Stewards Guardsmen was. Using their natural abilities, the Templar cloaked themselves tempoarily in order to get into position. After the first Guardsmen fell, another quick fell. In quick order they were being hacked down with little to no resistance. The blue blood of the Protoss was spread across the ground, as were the bodies of Protoss. Within minutes the battle was over and the headquarters was taken, with that the Templar sounded the alarm that a coup was taking place and began to direct Guardsmen straight into Templar ambushes. Only a few wise Guardsmens were not slain, they quickly rushed to the Stewards Palace, which itself was a grand place. Within twenty minutes of the first blade to be swung, the main city was completely rid of all Guardsmen, those that did not fall to the sword, quickly rushed back to the Steward's Palace. That was when ten Templar arrived at Yerre's house to escort him.
As Yerre walked down the main street, with the Templar protecting him, the people were all too well informed of what was going on. Most gave him their nod of apporval, other scorned him, and even more had no expression what so ever. Yerre noticed the almost completely destroyed Grand Judicator's Tower, that stood behind the Steward's Palace, all the Stewards had permitted the tower to fall into decay, yet another sign of their corruption. By the time Yerre arrived, the main doors had been forced open, has he entered he had to step over the bodies of Guardsmen, and even a few Templar. Once inside the great halls, he could hear the echoing sounds of battle that were occuring down the hall. The ten Templar guarding him where keeping their eyes on ever dark corner and ever shadow, to ensure that the leader of the rebellion wasn't killed. As Yerre glances around, he noticed that even the Stewards inner halls had fallen into decay, he growled in disgust. He stood back and waited as the final remains of the Guardsmen where killed, and has his Templar's pushed open the guards to the Steward's throne room. Yerre walked in with an obvious look of superiority on his face, he looked at the Steward, who was not the least impressed.
"Hail, Steward Xelta, the last of the Stewards of Dae Uhl, last of the Corruptness, and the greatest failure of the Protoss people," stated Yerre.
The Steward gave a humble smirk, "You think, Yerre, that because these halls are riddled with corruption, that I do not see beyond my nose, if you do then you are sadly mistaken; I knew of your rebellion many months before it happened," stated Xelta.
"You knew, yet did nothing, what more proof of ignorance and lack of leadership is needed to prove that the Protoss would do better under my leadership," stated Yerre.
The Steward broke out into laugher, "I know of your childhood, I know that you dream of one day praising the return of the Grand Judicator, to end the Stewardship of Dae Uhl, yet you come before me today to kill me," laughed the Steward.
Yerre was not the least humored, "The Grand Judicator will return one day, however, until he returns I must do what is best for Dae Uhl," he exclaimed.
Xelta simply lowered his laugher, but was stilled humored, "You know nothing of command and leadership, you know ambition and glory and even basic tactics, yet you lack leadership."
Yerre growled and activated his blade, "You speak the same lies that you're forefathers taught you. I will leader Dae Uhl into a new future, a future free of the corrupt Stewards, I shall be the leader until the day the Grand Judicator returns!"
Yerre began to go towards Xelta. Though the Steward rose from his throne, activated his own blade and shoved it into himself, moments before Yerre reached him. Yerre looked amazed. "You, Yerre, may lead the people to greatness, you have ended the reign of the corrupt stewards, you now have the right to begin the reign of the new and even as corrupt stewards," said Xelta with his dying breathe.
Yerre watched as the former stewards body fell to the floor and a pool of blue blood surronded him. He turned around to see the Templar kneeling before him.
"Lord Yerre, not that you have taken command of Dae Uhl from the stewards, what shall you call yourself? Steward Yerre?" asked Uxafa. "No, the rule of the stewards is over once and for all. I shall be called the Great Judicator Yerre, understood?" he asked The Templar hesisted calling him anything that involved Judicator, but agreed.
[continues...]