Dracun imperium
08-05-2006, 23:29
(( OOC:Some of you may remember me for my sudden regime changes and many restarts this was due to my inexperience as a role player because back then I was young and my ideas went to fast for the role play if that makes any sense :P But I am now back and I am going to be a baddie MT nation after much debate with myself. Now let's role play! :) ))
The black boots echoed across the steel floor, followed by a half dozen other pairs of feet. The Black cape swirled left-right as he walked. The checking of ammunition was loud but necessary as the small group advanced to the top of the modern fortress, the home and last place to hide for the current Dread Lord, Bane's brother, Shimaru.
Outside the advanced military fortress explosions rocked the ground as the Bane's Revolutionary Army continued to beat down the Imperial Army till they begged for mercy and then of course kill them. For you see the past three years had been a brutal civil war as the two brothers fought over the right to the throne of the Imperium.
Their father had named Bane in their confidence as the rightful heir but their father had died before it could made official. Shimaru then lied, saying he had been named because of his skill and his age. Bane had then been exiled only to return a month later with support among the poor class who were already being mistreated and abused by Shimaru.
Bane rallied them into a guerilla army that slowly transformed into an army more brutal and better trained then the Imperial Army. After a year of fighting the war became a stalemate only for the tide to turn another year later in favor of Bane. Bane's force quickly gained ground after victory and victory and the demoralized Imperial Army began to lose faith in their leader and many ended up joining Bane's Revolutionary Army which led to the current battle. The Battle at Bastion of The Dread Lords.
Bane had infiltrated with a rather large force the fortress and had quickly overrun many of the floors and now he was on the top floor ready to engage his brother in a blood duel which would determine who was the real heir to the throne of the Imperium, “Move.” Bane ordered and his elite soldiers advanced quickly around the corner. They expertly took down three Imperial Guards and Bane advanced, kicking their bullet-filled bodies as he walked over them.
He came to great doors of the throne room and kicked them open. His elite guards surged forward to fight Shimaru alone at a window, staring out into the massacre of his troops. He didn’t turn to speak to Bane, something Bane considered an insult, “Face me liar!” He demanded, his harsh voice was enough to make many tremble. Shimaru did not do as he was told and Bane advanced on him, drawing his sword to take the coward down in one swift strike… exactly what Shimaru predicted. Guards descended from the top, shooting and killing the Bane’s elite troops. Bane turned drawing his pistol and took down three of the Imperial Guards descending on rope.
Now Shimaru spoke, “Your aim was always good my brother.”
Bane sneered, “Consider me your brother no more you lying scum!”
Shimaru’s laugh sent untold frustration into Bane’s body, “I did what was best for the Imperium, you would’ve done the same we both know it!”
Now it was Bane’s turn to laugh, “What was best? You did what was best for you! Look outside you rat… our country is ruin because of you!”
Shimaru’s face turned to pure hatred, “You were always the ‘better one’ the one who always did what was best for the country, the one who was brutal but kind when necessary, the politically minded one… you know what I was sick of it! Sick of being beaten by my little brother.” He drew his ceremonial sword, “But no this time Bane, no longer will I be beaten!” And he charged and the two became locked in a fierce duel.
To some it would seem like a dance of sorts, they moved in perfect synch. Block, parry, Block, Strike. But it didn’t take long for Bane to begin to take the upper hand. Bane was irregular with his attacks while Shimaru fought and continued to fight in the same style that he had fought with in his child hood.
“You were always predictable Shimaru.” Bane whispered as their swords locked in an x. Their eyes were locked as well, piercing the heart of the other, “And that is why you never won anything.” And Bane leg flew out kicking Shimaru right in the shin with great strength.
Pain shot up his leg as Bane’s sword cut straight threw the surprised Shimaru’s neck, separating body from head and in that one final blow, the Great Civil War came to a close.
***
The armies of Bane now stood in long columns. Hundreds upon Thousands had died in the war which was now being referred to the as the War of The Brothers. Bane was dressed in spiked black ceremonial armor. Nothing like the caped bullet proof combat uniform he had worn only a week ago. Pikes surrounded the platform where Bane and his top military commanders stood, on it were the heads of top Imperial Officials who’s bodies had been dragged through the streets to embarrass their honor for generations to come.
Bane came forward to the microphone, his voice was as always cruel and harsh but somehow captivating,
”The warrior of race of the Dracun Imperium has always been a fierce and powerful one. We have inspired fear in the core of the hearts of our every enemies and we proved that as we fought the disgusting Imperial Pigs in the Great War that ended only a week ago.
We proved we could be just as brutal, just as cunning, and just as ferocious as they could be and not only just as but more! The so called Imperial Army has been defeated! I give you proof!” He stopped and pointed at the heads surrounding the platform. Cheers erupted across the military and civilians.
”We will rebuild the Imperium, We will make it stronger then ever before. We will create a new Golden Age for the Imperium. Our Empire will stretch across the world, our name shall be whispered in fear and all shall bow before our wishes!” More and louder applause and cheers interrupted the Dread Lord.
“We are not stupid people however; to do this on our own would be suicidal. So we are therefore asking for any in the international who are interested in supplying arms or friendship to send their offers as soon as they can so we may both bask in our treasures.
Let the mighty Dragon roar, and let its wings take flight, the Imperium is ready to rise!”
(( OOC2: So anyone interested in advertising their storefront may do so here. As well as calls for alliances or embassy exchanges. ))
The black boots echoed across the steel floor, followed by a half dozen other pairs of feet. The Black cape swirled left-right as he walked. The checking of ammunition was loud but necessary as the small group advanced to the top of the modern fortress, the home and last place to hide for the current Dread Lord, Bane's brother, Shimaru.
Outside the advanced military fortress explosions rocked the ground as the Bane's Revolutionary Army continued to beat down the Imperial Army till they begged for mercy and then of course kill them. For you see the past three years had been a brutal civil war as the two brothers fought over the right to the throne of the Imperium.
Their father had named Bane in their confidence as the rightful heir but their father had died before it could made official. Shimaru then lied, saying he had been named because of his skill and his age. Bane had then been exiled only to return a month later with support among the poor class who were already being mistreated and abused by Shimaru.
Bane rallied them into a guerilla army that slowly transformed into an army more brutal and better trained then the Imperial Army. After a year of fighting the war became a stalemate only for the tide to turn another year later in favor of Bane. Bane's force quickly gained ground after victory and victory and the demoralized Imperial Army began to lose faith in their leader and many ended up joining Bane's Revolutionary Army which led to the current battle. The Battle at Bastion of The Dread Lords.
Bane had infiltrated with a rather large force the fortress and had quickly overrun many of the floors and now he was on the top floor ready to engage his brother in a blood duel which would determine who was the real heir to the throne of the Imperium, “Move.” Bane ordered and his elite soldiers advanced quickly around the corner. They expertly took down three Imperial Guards and Bane advanced, kicking their bullet-filled bodies as he walked over them.
He came to great doors of the throne room and kicked them open. His elite guards surged forward to fight Shimaru alone at a window, staring out into the massacre of his troops. He didn’t turn to speak to Bane, something Bane considered an insult, “Face me liar!” He demanded, his harsh voice was enough to make many tremble. Shimaru did not do as he was told and Bane advanced on him, drawing his sword to take the coward down in one swift strike… exactly what Shimaru predicted. Guards descended from the top, shooting and killing the Bane’s elite troops. Bane turned drawing his pistol and took down three of the Imperial Guards descending on rope.
Now Shimaru spoke, “Your aim was always good my brother.”
Bane sneered, “Consider me your brother no more you lying scum!”
Shimaru’s laugh sent untold frustration into Bane’s body, “I did what was best for the Imperium, you would’ve done the same we both know it!”
Now it was Bane’s turn to laugh, “What was best? You did what was best for you! Look outside you rat… our country is ruin because of you!”
Shimaru’s face turned to pure hatred, “You were always the ‘better one’ the one who always did what was best for the country, the one who was brutal but kind when necessary, the politically minded one… you know what I was sick of it! Sick of being beaten by my little brother.” He drew his ceremonial sword, “But no this time Bane, no longer will I be beaten!” And he charged and the two became locked in a fierce duel.
To some it would seem like a dance of sorts, they moved in perfect synch. Block, parry, Block, Strike. But it didn’t take long for Bane to begin to take the upper hand. Bane was irregular with his attacks while Shimaru fought and continued to fight in the same style that he had fought with in his child hood.
“You were always predictable Shimaru.” Bane whispered as their swords locked in an x. Their eyes were locked as well, piercing the heart of the other, “And that is why you never won anything.” And Bane leg flew out kicking Shimaru right in the shin with great strength.
Pain shot up his leg as Bane’s sword cut straight threw the surprised Shimaru’s neck, separating body from head and in that one final blow, the Great Civil War came to a close.
***
The armies of Bane now stood in long columns. Hundreds upon Thousands had died in the war which was now being referred to the as the War of The Brothers. Bane was dressed in spiked black ceremonial armor. Nothing like the caped bullet proof combat uniform he had worn only a week ago. Pikes surrounded the platform where Bane and his top military commanders stood, on it were the heads of top Imperial Officials who’s bodies had been dragged through the streets to embarrass their honor for generations to come.
Bane came forward to the microphone, his voice was as always cruel and harsh but somehow captivating,
”The warrior of race of the Dracun Imperium has always been a fierce and powerful one. We have inspired fear in the core of the hearts of our every enemies and we proved that as we fought the disgusting Imperial Pigs in the Great War that ended only a week ago.
We proved we could be just as brutal, just as cunning, and just as ferocious as they could be and not only just as but more! The so called Imperial Army has been defeated! I give you proof!” He stopped and pointed at the heads surrounding the platform. Cheers erupted across the military and civilians.
”We will rebuild the Imperium, We will make it stronger then ever before. We will create a new Golden Age for the Imperium. Our Empire will stretch across the world, our name shall be whispered in fear and all shall bow before our wishes!” More and louder applause and cheers interrupted the Dread Lord.
“We are not stupid people however; to do this on our own would be suicidal. So we are therefore asking for any in the international who are interested in supplying arms or friendship to send their offers as soon as they can so we may both bask in our treasures.
Let the mighty Dragon roar, and let its wings take flight, the Imperium is ready to rise!”
(( OOC2: So anyone interested in advertising their storefront may do so here. As well as calls for alliances or embassy exchanges. ))