NationStates Jolt Archive

King Herrin sat in his tent waving a fan in front of his face to cool off. It had been almost a month since they sent the letter but there still wasn’t a reply. Three more attacks had been made and thirty-three more died. The same general that wrote the letter was in the tent with Kind Herrin and ten other people, six of which were guards. The other four were aids and one was just a Kergradan there to speak to King Herrin. He flapped the fan up and down the area of his face.

“It seems the world doesn’t care about our existence.” Said King Herrin

“No maybe it just didn’t reach them yet they will notice soon enough.” replied the General.


The fan went down and as it did a gun cracked and a bullet soared through the canvas of the tent, missing everyone. In a matter of seconds were at a ready and the aids, the General, and King Herrin were lying on the ground so the bullets wouldn’t hit them. But a matter of seconds wasn’t enough time, a guard fell to the ground but not for cover, but because a bullet was lodged in his throat. The guards tipped the tables so they could have cover and made a square kind of shape with the tables and chairs and they all got into it for cover.

They could hear gun shots and screaming, the attack wasn’t just on the tent but on the entire town once again. Inside and a small radius around the tent were quiet, completely quiet. The guards didn’t have their guns up to fire any more; they were just hiding inside the square. They had their guns in hand so they could shoot when they would have to. They just sat there, listening, then the sound of a gun being moved quickly was heard all around the tent and then a large volley of bullets tore through the canvas and lodge into the tables. A giant light was seen where each of the volleys were coming from. After a few seconds most of them had to reload and the guards took that as a chance and shot at the Worzorians, aiming through the large holes in the tent. Three of the Worzorians fell dead but another threw a frag grenade into the square. It landed in the middle of the group and one guard jumped ontop of it to muffle it seconds before it detonated. There was a big thud and his body jumped up and landed onto the ground again. Guts and blood of his stained the ceiling above the area of the body that muffled the grenade. The table next to the guard fell over leaving the legs facing the ceiling leaving the group uncovered and an easy shot. And the terrorists did take that shot and smeared one of the aids gust and blood all over the inside of the tent. All of the guards aimed their guns at the bigger threat but as they did that the front flap of the tent was ripped off and ten more barrels were aimed at them and the square defense. Only four guards, three aids, the General, and King Herrin were left alive in the tent. Everything was still until King Herrin did a back flip and flipped the table that he was leaning against so that the legs faced the tent wall. It gave him cover again and stopped him from seeing the same fate as two more of the aids and a guard did. King Herrin picked a grenade from off a dead guard and set it then threw it into the middle of the new group of terrorists. He kept the pistol he pulled out trained on the grenade and as the leader of the little group in front had it next to his head read to throw he shot it. He blew up turning the leader and three guys next to him into nothing but guts and blood. King Herrin and the guards took the moment to shoot down the rest of the stunned terrorists down. Only the ones surrounding the tent were left but a few had been killed by other Kergradans or had run off. The remaining three guards, King Herrin, and the General killed the last few Worzorians with grenades and gun fire. They later found out that over one hundred of them came in that attack. They found forty-three dead bodies, twenty-three of which were killed by the people in the tent. King Herrin left the tent with the General and two of the guards.

“God fucking dammit! They come in kill my people, and try to kill me this time. I could’ve ended up like one of those aids or guards! I am tired of this, and I can’t stand it, get as many soldiers from Fort Heilx and Fort Weil over here we are making a stand now, next time they come they will have to put up with our well trained men. I want to surround any camps they have over near here and push them into Fresgard where we are free to kill them when ever.”

“That sounds, good, I guess, are you really ready to do this though, we will inevitably have the psychos of the world hunting us down along with those terrorists, we have no chance sir if that happens.”

“We have no chance if they continue these attacks, this time they got INTO my tent, if it wasn’t for my quick moving and thinking you, me, that other aid and the surviving guards would all be dead along with most of the Kergradans currently in Summer Haven. Now do as I say!”

The General ran off and did as he was told, soon a war would occur and Kergrad would win back its power over the region.


OOC: I have read the stickies, read many RPs, and am ready to finally take part in war. if you read my Becoming Apart of the World thread you would learn alot about Kergrad, alot of which will be mentioned here.

A large portion of the population was moved into Fresgard so that they could be well protected and free of harm from the upcoming battles. Only ten tanks and 10,000 soldiers were gathered for the first strike against the nomadic terrorists of Worzor. The ten tanks were parked in a straight line infront of the 10,000 Infantry Units with their giant main armamants aimed up at the sky. 500 of the soldiers were upon horses' backs, they were behind the tanks and in front of the Infantry. Every soldier's standard weapons was an AK-47, a Glock 17, and a sword. The calvary units would have to more swords strapped to each side of the horse, the standard gear, and two M1-Garands strapped onto the horses above the swords. They were ready, thew Worzorians would only have their various assualt rifles and pistols, the only standarized weapons was a Worzorian sword, which was know for its unique shape.

The same general who had been in the tent with King Herrin strode in front of the troops ontop of his silverish horse with a flag in his right hand and a M1-Garand in his left. The top of the pole for the flag was sharpened as well as the bottom so need be if he lost all four of his swords, his AK-47, his Glock 17, and his 3 M1-Garands he would have something to fight with.

He gave a quick speech and the tanks lurched foward as they start their march to the Worzorian camps only seven miles away.

They had come two miles already, one more and the little force would arrive at the enemy Worzorian camp. The moved on foward, always moving with minimum breaks. Canteens weren't given to the troops so dehidration was an issue for a few. Half an hour later the entire force was stopped once again in front of a large and tal hill. The last little rays of sunlight before it fell completely were the only things visible above the hill. They all reloaded and got ready, a lasy cigarette was handed out to every last soldier and then they were ready, the weary men climbed ontop of on eof the ten tanks and anyone that didn't fit on those or one of the horses ran up behind the calvary and ten tanks. The tanks got to the top and as they did that one tank lit up in flames. The fron blew foward as the hatchet blew up and a blast of flames came out of the opening. The calvary sounded horns and battle screams were heard as they came to the top of the hill to run down the other side. The sight they were met with was grass and a large deserted camp site. Seconds later four horses fell and one man was shot of his horse. The tanks continued further the only weapons the Worzorians had besides one or two RPGs didn't affect them. The few RPGs that were set up had been sniped out by a group of infantry men that laid down on the grass to fire. One of the soldiers jumped to the top of the hill and raised his hand to signal his men foward. A 50 cal machine gun went off and bullets line him from his fingers to his neck. He fell backwards onto pushing troops who tripped themselves and caused confusion in that area. Bullets were coming from nowhere, from the grass it felt like, and the Kergradans couldn't fight back. that was until one tanker shot at the grass in front of him and a giant hole of fake grass lifted up revealing tons of ammo and guns and now a few dead Worzorians. The Worzorians knew their cover had been blown and every where they popped up from the grass and ran down to the bottom of the hill.

Men were dropping every where, the top of the hill was completely covered by a mass of organs, blood, and bodies in the first few minutes. The General continued foward on his silver horse. He slashed down ten of the Worzorians in a few quick moves in a matter of seconds. He parried like crazy every direction he blocked a blow from. After one exceptionally hard blow his sword flew out of his hand and he pulled out his Glock 17 and shot one Worzorian who's double bladed Worzor sword was inches from his stomach. He needed more free hands so he thrust the flag pole and it landed perfectly through a screaming Worzorians throat. He emptied a clip out on one determined Worzorian then pulled out two more of his swords. He slashed like crazy, cutting down everything near him. His once silver horse was slowly turning red from Worzorian blood. He started to laugh as the head of a Worzorian ripped off of its neck as he stabbed and pulled up. But his laughter was cut short when he choked and swallowed some blood. He looked down to see a Worzorian sword sticking into his stomach bouncing up and down with his horses movement. He fell sideways off of his horse and landed upon bodies of soldiers that were alive but minutes ago. His eyes burned and everything around him looked like fire. He looked foward and saw from a sideways view his horse go on its hind legs and neigh as it tried to kick away the three people that ended his left seconds later.

A Worzorian stood above him with his sword raised to end the Generals life. he let off three bullets into his foot and he fell and as he fell the General shoved a dagger through his head. He only had his empty Glock 17, his AK-47, and one of his swords left with him. His 4 M1-Garands were with his horse and he dropped his other two swords. He ran over to his now dead horse and ripped 2 of his M1-Garands off of the carcause, he wouldn't be able to get to the 2 because they were under its body so he forgot about them and used his AK to kill 3 charging him. His troops began to appear all around him, his dead horse had become a defensive position giving the Kergradans the vantage point for three seconds as the Worzorians thought up a plan to gain the position and kill everyone currently at it.

Moments later they had it and they ran down the rest of the hill and through their camp. The Kergradans cursed at them and most of them, being ignorant, chased after them leaving the once powerful defensive position guarded by nine men, three of which died moments later as the ones that didn't run sniped them off. He knew it and every other Kergradan soldiers there knew it, that they would all die, they fought hard but it wasn't planned and they didn't know how many Worzorians there was. He picked up his radio and radioed King Herrin and the forces back at their camp.

"Commander Herrin do you copy?"

"Yes I copy."

"This is General Humidtary, I am not going to go at length how much we suck in this battle and how badly we are losing and how badly we will loose this war but sir, they out numbet us horribly I find it to be a 9:1 ratio and we are dropping like flies. Plus they knew we were going to do this they shot down almost the first 100 guys, they were hiding under the grass!"

"I will send out a message maybe people won't ignore our existence this time, hold in there please."

King Herrin turned off his radio and began to make a message to be sent to the world.

Message to the World

Once again we ask for your help. Not but three days ago the Worzorians attacked my people again but killed twenty people and nearly killed me. In retaliation I sent 19,500 Infantry, 500 Calvary, and 10 tanks to one of their camps to end their war upon us but un known to I that out numbered by men 9 to 1. They are fighting right now, but I know they can't survive. I don't want anymore Kergradans to meet that fate so I ask you to please send aid, WE NEED IT!