NationStates Jolt Archive

The inferno consumed the elegant palace, roaring fires racing through the ancient structure greedily, ornate tapestries and heirlooms smothered by the clinging ash and remnant debris in a tornado of twisting death, choking the life out of the smattering of sentries and officials who were too brave or too slow to flee the blazing wreckage.

Inside the building in an explosion of frothing flame and crackling stonework the President was engulfed in a raging wall of destruction, emitting a single scream of utter terror before he was destroyed. His lifeless body battered rag-doll and burnt to a mangled husk.

On a rocky knoll further up the grand hill upon which the gardens and offices of rulership had been previously situated a small Black Ops. team were crouched. Concealed by a combination of overgrown foliage and effective camoflage the only indication of their presence was the occasional faint vapour-mark as they exhaled. The majority waiting in grim silence, noting nearby movements while a potent sniper adjusted position, swiftly killing any higher echelons of government who had survived the initial blast.

Meanwhile in Parliament...

The building rocked as several crude missiles struck it, sending a smattering of plaster and dust down from the high ceiling and causing several mahogany podiums to rupture in a spray of jagged splinters. However the greatest portion of damage was dealt to the South Quarter of the building, the permanant guards residences, which groaned ominously for several heart-rendering moments before it caved in a rush of mortar and heat.

Some bruised figures arose dazed, some sporting crimson stains to their bright robes of office, amid the confusion some were already heading to the great bronze doors which served as the entrance and exit of the revered building, while others were clutching at scraps of torn documentation and trying to repair what damage had been done. It was then that all alike heard a mighty rumbling...

Parliament, second floor.

Hardened veterans, garbed in a potent hauberk of mechanisation, lightweight, durable and most importantly flexible. Clutching in eerily bone-like gauntlets macro-firearms, magnificent obsidian-coloured railguns, complimented with richly decorated katanas, sheathed and firmly secured at their side. There was a hissing sound as grappling hooks were loosed and plunged deep into the ceiling.

A flick of a switch and a ripple of amber-veins traced in a spidery script along the floor, swirling in odd eddies of fracturing light before a raucous scream of ebullition discharged in a glowing torrent across the straining floor, finally collapsing in a thundering pirouette into the abyss below.

Parliamentaries crushed in an unceasing gale of broken ideals, a leap of false-hope brought low by the thrashing ruin of a desk smashed upon the back of a mortal, and then on into the relentless floor.

"Where we fools to think it wouldn't end like this?" one shrieks into the wind, his body ripped to embers even as the breath escapes his searing lungs. And as they descend, those beasts, their chattering of guns and clawing of blades signals the end of liberty, the end of one stupid dream among a catalogue of butchery.

From: The Emperor Of Lifesblood [Lord Fenris]
Offer sent to all concerned Nations:

A new government has been installed within Lifesblood, one which will allow the Nation to prosper as never before. A summit will be held at the top of mount Bodom, in which Representatives will discuss matters of trade.

However, we are also looking for honourable nations with which to ally ourselves, if you believe yourself worthy of our loyalty then send your Nation's leader to discuss terms. Their safety is vouched for.

-End Of Transmission-

OoC: Basically, let me know in OoC what you want, then we can roleplay it out if it works.

Also, I'm new to this 'kinda thing, so constructive criticism is appreciated.

((OOC: Excellent first post, if I do say so myself.

If you wouldn't mind me asking, what kind of governmental change is happening, exactly? I more or less got a sort of brutal uprising against the freely elected government, but I've been wrong before.))

OoC:

Thanks. ^^

Sorry, I should have made it clear.

Yeah, the freely elected government has been violently replaced by an autocracy. Lord Fenris is in charge at the present time, and probably will remain so for quite a while.

I'm yet undecided on exact policy, etc. This will probably be influenced by the summit, I imagine.

Duke Williams of Caladan was a man with few formal duties - his rank was largely formal as the Duke of Caladan, and all actual power on Caladan Island was held in the Governorship. He was trained to fit his station, naturally, in statesmanship and all his regalness. The Duke was somewhere around 13th in the succession line to the Imperial Throne, which made him important in theory but not in practice. When he received the order from the Emperor to go to this small nation for a short diplomatic conference, he was quite surprised - he had been trained in ambassadorship, but he had never actually had to do anything in that regard.

The Duke was not one for long flights, which all extra-Haven flights (and hell, a lot of Havenic flights), were. Him and his entire entourage of fifty-some people loaded into a long-range passenger plane, one of the Imperial Aerospace extra-Havenic models. These planes were not meant to hold more than a hundred passengers, but they had enough fuel to make it to many extra-Havenic nations. This ride would be a 29 hour flight, and likely not a pleasant one given the weather.

This damn nation better be worth it, the Duke thought, laying down in the bed in his private section of the plane.

The Grand Imperium of Whyatica
The Grand Imperium is always interested in matters of trade - Duke Williams of Caladan has been dispatched to your nation, along with his entourage.

((Instead of sending a delegate, would it be alright if I sent an agent to, well, essentially go "Splinter Cell" on yo' ass? Just to scout out the area and maybe break a few necks in the process.))

OoC:

Sure, knock yourself out. I'd appreciate it if you could green-light me before you killed anybody who might be of importance, but yeah, killing randoms should be fine.

The nascency of an Empire, the transition from republican morality to autocratic imperialism was not an easy one. Figures of authority, especially leaders of the various military factions were bribed or threatened into obedience until their loyalty could be assured, the majority of which would be replaced. The cabal which had paved the way to power was relatively small, and thus a strong propagandist movement was required, winning over the populace with promises of a better future.

An eternity of wreaths fell from the sky, in the form of gelid snow, a blanketing laurel of victory for the dark military vehicles which punctuated the rugged landscape. A streak of blazing fires, glinting diamonds of light which indicated where the make-shift runway was situated, cold winds whipping up specks of frost as supplies were chopper'd into this remote location- The bottom of Mount. Bodom.

Teams of soldiers, clad in great coats patrolled designated areas to ensure the safety of any foreign representatives, while shadowy groups of the more elite soldiers struck out randomly in search of attempted infiltration.

Radio-signals providing the information necessary to make a landing on such a primitive runway under such harsh conditions.