Isle of the Ravenspire
12-08-2005, 09:23
Tower of Command
Isle of the Ravenspire
"Lord Commandat, I have grave news..." announced a smaller man.
Riddick leaned forward, his face being highlighted by the lowering sun, "Tell me."
"The mission might have been compromised," he replied. "I have reports that Greater Prussia is at war with much of Haven."
Riddick folding his arms and lowered his face, "I knew this would come..."
He stood to his feet watching the skies begin to darken, "When the enacted their policy to invade Edolia, I knew the stability of this region had come. Now they have murdered perhaps hundreds of thousands of Havenites."
The man stood where he was, "Lord Commandat, what is it you wish me to do?"
Closing his eyes, Riddick pondered for a few seconds, "I had not planned to liberate Edolia until later. But now I am forced to act. We must unite and rally Haven by our side. Greater Prussia might declare their intentions to be genuine, but today stands stronger than any word they might utter. They have killed millions, hundreds of millions of innocents. Its time they left."
Hours Later
Skies over the Imperial Mountain Range, Edolia
In an injection of silence, thousands of soldiers were being dropped from the upper levels of the atmosphere as millions of Edolians, and Prussians slept alike. They were being dropped in this mountain range for a reason, and the perfect situation was for the fact that although Prussians would be monitering carefully for any enemy of sorts - these soldiers would be unknown, hopefully. Dropped from the extreme levels of the upper-atmosphere, they had little trouble avoiding the conventional radar systems to make their drop. And if they had wanted to detect the falling soldiers, they couldnt - unless of course they had radar with such frequency that it literally killed local people and wildlife. This was a silent mission indeed, and under the cover of this night some twenty-thousand would drop into the mountains. The next night, would be thirty thousand.
Patience was a virtue, most certainly.
In the meantime, a broadcast was sent out across Haven, calling for unity. This would call upon all nations in the region to fight, and to resist the Prussians. They had killed Havenites, and it was time for this region to stand against the might of such unworthy, unwelcome foriegners.
Isle of the Ravenspire
"Lord Commandat, I have grave news..." announced a smaller man.
Riddick leaned forward, his face being highlighted by the lowering sun, "Tell me."
"The mission might have been compromised," he replied. "I have reports that Greater Prussia is at war with much of Haven."
Riddick folding his arms and lowered his face, "I knew this would come..."
He stood to his feet watching the skies begin to darken, "When the enacted their policy to invade Edolia, I knew the stability of this region had come. Now they have murdered perhaps hundreds of thousands of Havenites."
The man stood where he was, "Lord Commandat, what is it you wish me to do?"
Closing his eyes, Riddick pondered for a few seconds, "I had not planned to liberate Edolia until later. But now I am forced to act. We must unite and rally Haven by our side. Greater Prussia might declare their intentions to be genuine, but today stands stronger than any word they might utter. They have killed millions, hundreds of millions of innocents. Its time they left."
Hours Later
Skies over the Imperial Mountain Range, Edolia
In an injection of silence, thousands of soldiers were being dropped from the upper levels of the atmosphere as millions of Edolians, and Prussians slept alike. They were being dropped in this mountain range for a reason, and the perfect situation was for the fact that although Prussians would be monitering carefully for any enemy of sorts - these soldiers would be unknown, hopefully. Dropped from the extreme levels of the upper-atmosphere, they had little trouble avoiding the conventional radar systems to make their drop. And if they had wanted to detect the falling soldiers, they couldnt - unless of course they had radar with such frequency that it literally killed local people and wildlife. This was a silent mission indeed, and under the cover of this night some twenty-thousand would drop into the mountains. The next night, would be thirty thousand.
Patience was a virtue, most certainly.
In the meantime, a broadcast was sent out across Haven, calling for unity. This would call upon all nations in the region to fight, and to resist the Prussians. They had killed Havenites, and it was time for this region to stand against the might of such unworthy, unwelcome foriegners.