Plotadonia
27-12-2007, 04:24
It was a cold wednesday morning in Kyela, with the sun just starting to rise over the Omsde Hills to the East. Down Kyela's Al Jena Boulevard from Downtown, a group of hooded, cloaked men were assembling with signs. Tired of Government-mandated Islamic Education for their children and being forced to learn Arabic and use ancient measures, these hooded men were handling their final preparations for a protest to bring Plotadonia's capitol and busiest commercial center to a halt.
The Plan was simple: Block the Boulevard, and block all the roads coming off of the Al Khavda, the scenic mountainside freeway leading to the traditional ridgeline homes of Plotadonia's political elite.
Most of the protesters were of Plotadonia's small atheist community, which is forced to pay special taxes to the Sultan himself for their lack of belief, and is forced to let their children be cared for by Islamic families during the summer, that they may see what their parents did not. It was all to find Quranic Enlightenment, but it was grinding nerves, raw nerves.
Some were also of more moderate Islamic groups. In attendance was the Union of Avorres, an Islamic intellectual group that takes it's inspiration from the 13th Century Islamic thinker Avorres, who wrote a book titled "Faith and Reason in Islam," and made the bold claim that the Qu'ran itself forbid the restriction of thought. It's colorful leader, Pavdan Khurmad, once spoke of radicals as being "those ridiculous little people who are so afraid that people will reason wrong they wish not to see them reason at all" and spoke of violent fanatics as being "disgraceful thugs thirsty for blood and needing an excuse to take it," now stands by one of the booths, handing out small tracking devices that take pulse, nerve, and hormone readings, and can thus monitor any unsavory mob behavior starting to form, and can give a small shock to remind protesters to stay in line.
And still others were of a different group entirely. A Communist rebel group called Asurani, or workers, hid in a corner. They had dressed themselves up as protesters, but were not going to receive the tracking devices, in fact did not know they were being handed out, and under the balck hoods, they kept guns.
The protesters hope is to seal off traffic in to the city just long enough to get thier message out, then release their hold again to avoid gaining disfavor. They hope to be peaceful and orderly, and have even collected funds for a bank account to handle the claims of anyone who suffers financial loss due to their actions.
The Government of Plotadonia is technically an Islamic Monarchy with an elected Parliament, and some, but not too many, civil rights, but the police of Kyela have been harsh on protesters before, and if the right match is struck, a powder keg of fury could go off...
The sun is starting to rise, and with it, a crimson aura envelops the western hills. The city is starting to come to life, and the protesters are starting to march in to the thoroughfares. The oranges and bloods of the heavens are starting to overtake the black.
The Plan was simple: Block the Boulevard, and block all the roads coming off of the Al Khavda, the scenic mountainside freeway leading to the traditional ridgeline homes of Plotadonia's political elite.
Most of the protesters were of Plotadonia's small atheist community, which is forced to pay special taxes to the Sultan himself for their lack of belief, and is forced to let their children be cared for by Islamic families during the summer, that they may see what their parents did not. It was all to find Quranic Enlightenment, but it was grinding nerves, raw nerves.
Some were also of more moderate Islamic groups. In attendance was the Union of Avorres, an Islamic intellectual group that takes it's inspiration from the 13th Century Islamic thinker Avorres, who wrote a book titled "Faith and Reason in Islam," and made the bold claim that the Qu'ran itself forbid the restriction of thought. It's colorful leader, Pavdan Khurmad, once spoke of radicals as being "those ridiculous little people who are so afraid that people will reason wrong they wish not to see them reason at all" and spoke of violent fanatics as being "disgraceful thugs thirsty for blood and needing an excuse to take it," now stands by one of the booths, handing out small tracking devices that take pulse, nerve, and hormone readings, and can thus monitor any unsavory mob behavior starting to form, and can give a small shock to remind protesters to stay in line.
And still others were of a different group entirely. A Communist rebel group called Asurani, or workers, hid in a corner. They had dressed themselves up as protesters, but were not going to receive the tracking devices, in fact did not know they were being handed out, and under the balck hoods, they kept guns.
The protesters hope is to seal off traffic in to the city just long enough to get thier message out, then release their hold again to avoid gaining disfavor. They hope to be peaceful and orderly, and have even collected funds for a bank account to handle the claims of anyone who suffers financial loss due to their actions.
The Government of Plotadonia is technically an Islamic Monarchy with an elected Parliament, and some, but not too many, civil rights, but the police of Kyela have been harsh on protesters before, and if the right match is struck, a powder keg of fury could go off...
The sun is starting to rise, and with it, a crimson aura envelops the western hills. The city is starting to come to life, and the protesters are starting to march in to the thoroughfares. The oranges and bloods of the heavens are starting to overtake the black.