Paternia
29-06-2005, 23:17
In a small village outside the city of Kaunas, Lithuania
The downtrodden malcontents gathered in the cold and damp town square as the light rainfall threatened to turn to snow.
Young Henrikas arrived carrying his son on his shoulders.
Father Andrius stood on the empty potato box gesturing towards the crowd. The priest was an averaged height man, a little less than six feet and with a stocky build. His black cassock was wet and dirtied at the bottom from the mud running in the gutters.
"... a proud people subservient only to God and his Church!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd, bundled in their soggy clothing.
"The domain of Lithuania once extended from Memel to Moscow, and we must be great once more! The Russians are starving us! You think the Russians care about our welfare? No one is going to help us but God, so we must help ourselves. Now gird your loins, we move boldly into the future and to restore our homeland to its path of destiny!"
The crowd gathered weapons and began in frenzy towards the small city hall, run by Russian officials. Henrikas returned home and left his son with his wife, grabbed his hunting rifle from above the mantle, and hurried out the door.
When reaching the small wooden building, the crowd threw rocks through the windows and stormed in, severely beating and capturing the Russian officials. They destroyed all the Russians’ property and installed a Lithuanian as the head of the town.
The riot continued throughout the countryside around the city of Kaunus in Central Lithuania and the crowd moved on the major city with a larger Russian presence and arsenal under the leadership of Fr. Andrius and a former army officer, Aras Ramius.
At dawn the next morning over seven thousand Lithuanian men arrived outside the city armed with crude rifles and weaponized farm equipment.
Ramius has called for all citizens of the city to join the rebellion:
"My brothers and sisters, do not let the Russians deny us our national identity, and our relation with the One True Church! We are starving in our poverty, the Russians know this and they do nothing! Will we sit here and let ourselves die? It's our duty to God, ourselves, our families, and our Lithuania to throw off this yoke imposed on us by the Czar and his heretics! IT IS TIME TO RISE LITHUANIA!"
{OOC: How was that for my first RP?}
The downtrodden malcontents gathered in the cold and damp town square as the light rainfall threatened to turn to snow.
Young Henrikas arrived carrying his son on his shoulders.
Father Andrius stood on the empty potato box gesturing towards the crowd. The priest was an averaged height man, a little less than six feet and with a stocky build. His black cassock was wet and dirtied at the bottom from the mud running in the gutters.
"... a proud people subservient only to God and his Church!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd, bundled in their soggy clothing.
"The domain of Lithuania once extended from Memel to Moscow, and we must be great once more! The Russians are starving us! You think the Russians care about our welfare? No one is going to help us but God, so we must help ourselves. Now gird your loins, we move boldly into the future and to restore our homeland to its path of destiny!"
The crowd gathered weapons and began in frenzy towards the small city hall, run by Russian officials. Henrikas returned home and left his son with his wife, grabbed his hunting rifle from above the mantle, and hurried out the door.
When reaching the small wooden building, the crowd threw rocks through the windows and stormed in, severely beating and capturing the Russian officials. They destroyed all the Russians’ property and installed a Lithuanian as the head of the town.
The riot continued throughout the countryside around the city of Kaunus in Central Lithuania and the crowd moved on the major city with a larger Russian presence and arsenal under the leadership of Fr. Andrius and a former army officer, Aras Ramius.
At dawn the next morning over seven thousand Lithuanian men arrived outside the city armed with crude rifles and weaponized farm equipment.
Ramius has called for all citizens of the city to join the rebellion:
"My brothers and sisters, do not let the Russians deny us our national identity, and our relation with the One True Church! We are starving in our poverty, the Russians know this and they do nothing! Will we sit here and let ourselves die? It's our duty to God, ourselves, our families, and our Lithuania to throw off this yoke imposed on us by the Czar and his heretics! IT IS TIME TO RISE LITHUANIA!"
{OOC: How was that for my first RP?}