Capiline
27-06-2007, 22:13
The room was dark. The walls, painted in a rich crimson, seemed almost black now. The windows sat as paintings of night hanging on the walls, elegant brush strokes of white and yellow dotting the black canvas. A dull glow flickered about the room, the only light emminating from the crackling fire that attempted to stay alive on the last log that sat in the fire place. Hearty and menacing laughter could be heard from the other room, past the heavy door of oak with its polished steel bolts and handle. The screams and begging of some poor girl completing the symphony of malice that occured on the other side of that large door.
"He brings in scum from all corners of the earth, simply because they know how to fight, and lets them run wild through the city." The comment was said with hate, and futile revolution. Deep and abused was the voice.
The other servant, likewise scrubbing the floor with a sponge just as his counterpart, looked up with worn eyes that had lost the sparkle they once held. The man spoke with defeat in his voice, an acceptance of subjugation. "If it weren't for them we would all be dead."
The other man went into a rage, the reflecting fire being overthrown by another within his eyes. "That is no excuse for letting them rape, loot, and kill without question! Repelling some raiders from the north is no deed worthy of divinity! Scum!"
The heavy door swung open and crashed loudly against the wall, the screams and laughter flooding through the breach as loud as ever, and the sight of three men as they carried a naked women away was nowhere near the other travesties the two servants had seen before. Standing in the entrance was a drunken man with a thick beard and the remains of his uniform he had not stripped off.
"Hhey hyou!" the brute slurred, pointing to the more energetic of the two scrubbers, "His *hick* Majesty, Kingd Camil *hick* Camil...Camillian! Ordars ur pressance!"
Without even waiting for the man to get up, the soldier grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him from the room, traversing the cold corridors of the castle and thrusting the young man into a well lit office with stark furnishings. A wooden desk and a chair, the flag of Capiline against the back wall. Sitting in the chair, reviewing some documents, was an older man, still built as if in his prime. Kept hair and a clean shaven face, but a mean expression.
"Marcus! About bloody time you shit. Go to the barracks and give these orders to the commander there, and then go find every single one of my men and have everyone assemble in the courtyard at dawn." He stretched out his hand and gave some papers to the disgruntled youth, who immeadiatly left upon receiving them.
Dawn. The sun stretched out its rosy fingers over the city, illuminating all and dispelling the evil dark that seemed to make the city hell itself, for the gangs of soldiers, and those just trying to survive were deadly. The army had been assembled, a full two thousand mercanaries, and ten times that many raw recruits who they had drilled and armed. Eager young men who had been perverted by the promise of loot, women, glory and ale. They now served the will of the tyrant King, who after telling all of them what was going to happen, marched them into trucks, helicopters, and APCs.
Not two hours later, they crossed the border in full force. Into Mereshka.
"He brings in scum from all corners of the earth, simply because they know how to fight, and lets them run wild through the city." The comment was said with hate, and futile revolution. Deep and abused was the voice.
The other servant, likewise scrubbing the floor with a sponge just as his counterpart, looked up with worn eyes that had lost the sparkle they once held. The man spoke with defeat in his voice, an acceptance of subjugation. "If it weren't for them we would all be dead."
The other man went into a rage, the reflecting fire being overthrown by another within his eyes. "That is no excuse for letting them rape, loot, and kill without question! Repelling some raiders from the north is no deed worthy of divinity! Scum!"
The heavy door swung open and crashed loudly against the wall, the screams and laughter flooding through the breach as loud as ever, and the sight of three men as they carried a naked women away was nowhere near the other travesties the two servants had seen before. Standing in the entrance was a drunken man with a thick beard and the remains of his uniform he had not stripped off.
"Hhey hyou!" the brute slurred, pointing to the more energetic of the two scrubbers, "His *hick* Majesty, Kingd Camil *hick* Camil...Camillian! Ordars ur pressance!"
Without even waiting for the man to get up, the soldier grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him from the room, traversing the cold corridors of the castle and thrusting the young man into a well lit office with stark furnishings. A wooden desk and a chair, the flag of Capiline against the back wall. Sitting in the chair, reviewing some documents, was an older man, still built as if in his prime. Kept hair and a clean shaven face, but a mean expression.
"Marcus! About bloody time you shit. Go to the barracks and give these orders to the commander there, and then go find every single one of my men and have everyone assemble in the courtyard at dawn." He stretched out his hand and gave some papers to the disgruntled youth, who immeadiatly left upon receiving them.
Dawn. The sun stretched out its rosy fingers over the city, illuminating all and dispelling the evil dark that seemed to make the city hell itself, for the gangs of soldiers, and those just trying to survive were deadly. The army had been assembled, a full two thousand mercanaries, and ten times that many raw recruits who they had drilled and armed. Eager young men who had been perverted by the promise of loot, women, glory and ale. They now served the will of the tyrant King, who after telling all of them what was going to happen, marched them into trucks, helicopters, and APCs.
Not two hours later, they crossed the border in full force. Into Mereshka.