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It's with a great joy I can announce to the International Community that the small religous minority in Bardar, who call themselves Catholics and worship a man called Jesus Christ have ceased to take orders from a foreigner and have chosen their own pope, called Gregorius I. The Kingdom of Bardar and the Church of Bardar see this as a step in the right direction and suggest that the 11 National Clans will readmit catholic families to the clans, as members with limited cititzenship. It is also the first time the Church of Bardar will collaborate with a false religion.

Yours sincerely, Asmolach, Patriarch of the Bardarian Church, Prime Minister of the Royal Government.

OOC; The first sppech of the pope Gregorios I of the Bardarian Catholic Church was sent live on Radio Baradech. Here is the speech;

IC;
"It's with Humility, I, Gregorios I, pope of the Bardarian Catholic Church thanks my fellow Catholics and the Conclave for granting me this position. I can assure that new times are ahead for us faithful catholics. We are now a part of the Bardarian nation, and are no longer seen as foreign spies by our countrymen. It was God himself in all His glory that created the institution of pope and gave it to St. Peter. Many of the early Christians, followers of St. Peter himself sought refugee here in the Bardarian mountains. Therefore Bardar has the same right as Rome to host the Holy See. It's important that we Catholics show our neighbours that we are Bardarians, and are fighting for the same goals as they, a strong and independent Bardarian Kingdom. We have got permission from the Royal Government to build a Cathedral dedicated to St. Peter outside Baradech, and a monastery in Central Mountains, near Hadifa, all so we can serve God and follow the path of Christ. We have also finally the right to declare the great freedom fighter Iskalder a saint, St. Iskalder had Christ with him when he lead the Bardarian forces against the Opressors in the Battle of Jessalwa. Even after his tragic death faithful catholics have seen the Guardian Angel statue at his grave cry blood several times. Still the Holy Father in Rome has neglected the great Wisdom in declaring this Poor Servant of God a saint. But now, my children, there's a new holy Father, one who understand Bardar and know our sacrifices. One who really fight for the Catholic faith in Bardar. Therefor Iskalder is now St. Iskalder, a saint worth the appreciation of all faithful Bardarians. I will therefor not speak much anymore, God will guide me in my office, I am sure of it. And God will also watch over this great nation.
God Bless Bardar".

A statement from Imre Nagvar, mahdi of the National Syndicate;

"Once again the Royal Government has showed how corrupt their regime are. These perversions that the Bardarian people have to endure onle become worse. By allowin these heretics call themselves clan members and cititzens of Bardar, the road to social equality and salvation from sin onle become harder to reach. It's time for the people of Bardar to start a revolution against the Tyrancy of the 6 great families, the 11 National Clans and the Church of Bardar, to finally create the nation we are promised by the prophets. We must rise up for one Nation, one Syndacate, one People and One Mahdi. Only then will these pervertions end and our people will attain freedom.

Imre Nagvar, immortal Mahdi, leader of the National Syndicate".

Demonstration in Baradech;

There were a demonstration in Baradech yesterday, conducted by unpatriotic traitors. They demonstated against the wise decision of the Royal Government to push for emancipation of the Catholics in Bardar. These shameful traitors called the government "heretic" and treacherous" against the Bardarian nation, and demanded that the Foreign Spies called catholics should all lose their newly obtained privilegies. There were about 15.000 people on the streets. The brave Police of Baradech, justly broke up the demonstration, and officials from the royal government have confirmed the ring leaders will rightly be tried for high treason and executed.
Baradech Post, special issue.

Official Imperial Statement

His Most Holy Majesty, Emperor Nikolai I, Sovereign Lord of Generia and High Patriarch of the Generian Orthodox Church is pleased to witness the emancipation of fellow Christians. The Empire takes no stand on matters concerning the internal politics of the Catholic Church, and the Generian Orthodox Church extends a friendly hand to the Catholics of Bardar despite their break with Rome. We hope that the violence, such as that witnessed yesterday, will be brought to a close quickly for the good of the Christian Church as a whole, for the suffering of a single follower of Christ is the suffering of the entire flock.

Headlines;
Two Catholics in Bardar found murdered;
Two Catholic pilgrims, both males in their forties were find murdered on the way to the small town of Jessalwa, a holy site for Catholics in Bardar, since it was here St. Iskalder lead the Bardarians to victory against the PFF. They were found shot, and it seems they were forced to kneel for their executioner, before they were killed. The Royal Government are occusing the National Syndicate for the crime, even though this murder lack the style the National Syndicate use, ie. beheading of their victims. Catholics in the area is also blaming the police to not really investigate the murder. Some people even say that authorities all around Bardar turn aq blind eye to violent crimes against Catholics.
Hans Steiner,
New York Times

The Holy Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi wishes to invite the Catholic Church of Bardar to enter into ecumenical discussions with the Episcopal Church of Cyro in the hope of establishing full communion between the churches.

Regards,
A. ap Adam,
Primate of Cyro.

The Holy Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi wishes to invite the Catholic Church of Bardar to enter into ecumenical discussions with the Episcopal Church of Cyro in the hope of establishing full communion between the churches.

Regards,
A. ap Adam,
Primate of Cyro.

I, Gregorios I, pope of the Bardarian Catholic Church is much willing to discuss with other Christians all around the World. The Catholics of Bardar have for long been isloated as a small Christian community in a non- Christian nation. Therefor any chance to establish contact with our Christian brothers, is much welcome.
His Holiness, Gregorios I of the Bardarian Catholic Church.

We are glad to hear this response, as such, we would like to extend an invitation to you and any Senior officials of the Catholic Church to attend a meeting with the Archbishop of St. Guineford's in St Guineford's Bay at whatever time is convenient.

Regards,
A. ap Adam,
Primate of Cyro

I am sure the Bishop and the Episcopal Church of Cyro understand that since I recently was appointed to this office, I will not have any free time to leave Bardar in a couple of weeks. I have several faithful to attend. However I will try to get some time off to visit the Bishop as soon as possible, the whole Bardarian Catholic Church is very eager to meet Christians from other nations. I will try to find some time after the "Day of Memorance", the day we remember all Bardarian catholics that have died for their faith. If this great event goes without trouble, the next thing on the schedule would be a visit to Dyelli Beybi.

His Holiness, Gregorios I of the Bardarian Catholic Church

As the Day of Remembrance, a important holiday for Bardarian Catholics close in the situation in Bardar remain tense. Of the 11 Nationa Clans, only Masmur, Evris, Ascuil and Ondas has passed the resolution to readmit catholic families to the clans. The resolution is in progress in the other Clan Assemblies, but it faces hard opposition especially from the Alkal clan and the Ishmen clan. The Day of Remembrance is a day where catholics remember all those who has died for their faith, a very controversial celbration, since many Bardarians see it as a unpatriotic act that glorifies traitors. Meanwhile Prime Minister Asmolach, the patriarch of the church of Bardar, and the Bardarian pope Gregorios I has agreed that there won't be any large gatherings outside the churches, all to avoid violence. The National Syndicate has also announced that they will save Bardar from national shame by sending all Catholics to Hell, where they belong. In Bardar most people just hope that this day will pass without any incidents.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

Of course the Dyellians, having declared themselves friends of the Bardar Catholic Church were watching the event closely. While things were spiralling out of control in Dyelli Beybi, they were still capable of getting involved externally. For now at least.

"It's with a great joy I can declare that the Day of Remembrance went without any problems or complications. For now I will start to prepare my visit to the Episcopal Church of Dyeli Beybi, to start a great cooperation with other Christians. By doing this the Bardarian Catholic Church will slowly get international recognition, perhaps even from other Catholics in the long run.
God Bless Bardar!"

Radio Speech by Gregorios I, two days after The Day of Remembrance.

Official Statement from the Holy Roman Catholic Church in Stevid

We are disappointed that you have chosen to denouce the Pope and run a renegade Church where the one true Pope is not the head of it. This borders on outright heresy if it were not for all the different Christian factions out there.

We speak the mind of the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church and we advise the sheep of your 'Catholic' flock to return to Catholicism or else they may be excommunicated for their heresy. They can not been seen or even referred to as Catholics since they do not recognise the elected Pope. By doing so they reject elements of the Bible, namely the Acts of the Apostles and even St. Peter who was elected by Christ to rule the Church after the death of Christ and after his death a new Pope was elected.

It acts like the monarchy and Bardar Catholics are raping the tradition that makes the Catholic Chruch the most powerful religion in the world. We emplore they return lest they be damned forever.

Official Statement from the Bardarian Catholic Church;

As the catholics of Bardar is a minority in the Kingdom of Bardar we are always in danger of being harrassed by the majority, the followers of the native Bardarian religion. Although our break with Rome is partly a plotical solution there's more to it. The Holy Father in Rome would not declare the holy warrior St. Iskalder a saint, even though it was clearly divine intervention that lead him to victory. Also it's wrong to say the Catholics of Bardar has no right claim to the Papacy, many of St. Peter's closest followers fled to the Bardarian mountains to seek refuge. However the Bardarian Catholic Church do not seek conflict, but cooperation with Christians around the world, catholics and non- catholics. The Bardarian Catholic Church are also surprised that the Roma Catholic Church in Stevid speak of Excommunication, it's only the pope, i.e. the one in Rome or the one in Baradech that has the right to excommunicate anyone.

Official Reply from the Holy Roman Catholic Church in Stevid

It is only the right of His Holiness to excommunicate a person, people or state. We never said that we would take that action into our own hands, but if it were our responsibility then we would not hesitate to cast you out of this Church for such heretical slander.

You can not declare yourself a Catholic Church when there is only one, true, Catholic Church. It is that which we have a major complaint with. It is not our right to say you should be expelled from the Church completely, that is the Pope's decision, but it is our will that you tear down the title of Catholic Church and replace it completely. To stray from the Catholic Church's divine teaches is heresy but to continue to use it's name to your own ends warrants greater penalties. Remove it, or we shall do it for you.

"Our ancestors were catholics, and we are Catholics, no one can take away that name from us. We are sorry the Catholic Church of Stevid won't cooperate with us, it make us sad indeed, but frankly, we do not care. There are plenty of other churches in this world we can work with."

Gregorios I, pope of the Bardarian Catholic Church

Second Official Reply

We are the Catholic Church IN Stevid. There can be millions of different Christen sects but only one Catholic Church. To take the title Catholic when you yourselves admited that you rejected the current Pope.

There can only be one Catholic Church- and yours isn't it and is a threat to the current, honoured, historic and holy Catholic Church.

The Holy Empire of Stevid is actually internationally known for defending the Catholic faith and has done so, violently at times, to make sure it survives and all direct threats to it are removed. Our previous statement remain, change your 'faith's' title or we will do it for you. The Holy Roman Catholic Church is the one true and only Catholic Church. A false Pope and false Catholic Church is a direct threat and will be treated as such. Unless a diplomatic, and quite frankly logical, solution is found we will keep up the pressure for your sect to immediately change it's name.

OOC: Nothing personal mate, but I'm very catholic myself but my nation's religious character is very strong. Stevid is exceptionally religious and has defended Catholicism on a military and diplomatic level on six occasions before. This will count as number 7 ;)

This is a most incorrect interpretation of the name 'Catholic'. Catholic simply means unified. The Church in Bardar is in no way implying it is Roman Catholic and thus unified with Rome, it is rather claiming to be internally unified, much as the Episcopal Church of Cyro also declares itself to be catholic.


Regards,
A. ap Adam,
Primate of Cyro

Statement from the Bardarian Catholic Church;

"We call ourselves whatever we want, sorry if you're offended. Also sorry that the pope can't personally listen to your request, but the Holy Father is busy preparing his visit to Dyeli Beybi."

OOC; The Catholic Church of Bardar is kind of like the Catholic Church of China, which reject the Papacy (but they don't have an own pope like Bardar, of course).

This is a most incorrect interpretation of the name 'Catholic'. Catholic simply means unified. The Church in Bardar is in no way implying it is Roman Catholic and thus unified with Rome, it is rather claiming to be internally unified, much as the Episcopal Church of Cyro also declares itself to be catholic.


Regards,
A. ap Adam,
Primate of Cyro

We fully understand the etymology of the Greek word Catholic but you use it loosely in an unreligious context. Catholic is used to mean orthodox- to mean those who follow the tradition as mediated by the Holy Roman Catholic Church. If one refers to Catholic in its old original sense as to refer to the Christian Church as a whole then that is a different matter. It is clear the the Church of Bardar (As should its correct title) is not taking that veiw.

We're not saying they are not unified but they are coining a term that incorrectly refers to them, the Catholics within Stevid do not wish to be directly related to the breakway church in Bardar. The Anglican Church is unified but verbally stress that they are not Catholics in the sense that the follow the Pope. Much the same can be said for the United Reform Church.

We understand your comments and they are valid to a certain degree. But to put it simply, we are far too arogant in Stevid to care much. This is obvious a direct contest to the Holy Roman Catholic Church: Denoucing of the Pope, breaking away from the Catholic Church, creating a puppet pope from nowhere- it contests with Rome and is deemed by us to be a threat.

We will watch this breakaway religious faction closely and we will jump at the chance to further condemn this religion. We value our faith very,very highly and do not take lightly to those who wander astray from the original Church and the one true Pope for very petty and insignificant reasons.

OOC; Dyeli Beybi; His holiness Gregorios I is ready for a visit in Dyeli Beybi now.

OOC: No offence but i was taught in church ..yes and i have also heard it in sermons and bulletins from the priest that catholic means universal ....that is why the catholic church is reluctant to fully recognize any other church as they view themselves as the one and only universal church ...and yes i go to a catholic church and am catholic ..

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To the Pope of the Bardarian Church,


May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.


Greetings. May God in heaven watch over us all and continue to bless us as His most devout and faithful children. May the peace of the Lord be with you forever and ever. may the power of His Most High Avatar rest on you.

Greetings and may you be in good health. I, Adrian III Lord Kim Ju Song, Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth wish to extend to you on behalf of my church, my heartfelt wishes and prayers.

On behalf of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth, I wish to inform you that we stand fully behind your decision to part from the Roman Catholic Church. It is of our most solemn view that each and everyone of His children is free to seek the True Path in their own personal and individual way. There is no need for a single entity in the worship of the Lord so long as they worship Him most truly and honestly. For surely the Lord will not allow any of His children to be swayed by the darkness of man and demon. For surely, His children will embrace according to the Lord's will the one and only True Path.

It is for those very reasons that we wish to extend to you and the new and rightful Church of Badar, our longlasting fellowship in the Lord, so long as it is in the true worship of the Lord, the most high, the most mighty, the one and only.

We implore the individuals who commit acts of violence against any member of the Curch of badar to cease at once in the name of the Lord. for surely the Lord is everknowing and will act as He sees fit for his only children. We urge such individuals not to embrace the temptations of the darkness of man and the demons that follow, for after that comes the unspeakable evil of the Antithesis of All Good.

Therefore and most rightly we wish to assure the Church of badar that the Lord is most merciful and kind and He will surely save us, for if not He then who.

We also wish to implore the Church of Badar to seek comfort and refuge in the shadows and footsteps of God's Avatar on Earth. If we were to follow in his footsteps we know that we will be saved. For as God's Avatar on Earth did in times long past, we should so do now in kindness and sacrifice for our fellows in the Lord.

Once again we wish to assure you and yours that we are here for you and we will pray for you in the times of the darkness of man.

God bless and go in peace to love and serve the Lord, the one and only.



May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.



Most sincerely in the fellowship of the Lord,

In the name and full authority of God's Avatar on Earth,


Adrian III Lord Kim Ju Song,
Most eminent, most holy and most compassionate,
Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Avarahn.


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" In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti "

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OOC: Bardar, may I ask you post the arrival of your dignitaries into this thread?

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=562649

Dyelli Beybi is in a state of political turmoil at the moment, and the visit of Senior religious figures will have a noticeable impact...

If you would rather create a new thread that is OK also, I'll do that.

"This is Radio Baradech!
Todays News;
In South Bardar a young girl is found raped and murdered, the Bardarian Police has arrested a young Catholic man, the girl herself was a believer in the True Faith! As a response a group of brave men from the girls hometown have demolished a catholic church in the neighbourhood and have declared they will build a Bardarian shrine there instead. The nation thank these men for their bravery. Meanwhile the big liar Imre Nagvar, leader of thw National Syndicate have falsely accused the Royal Government for being involved in the murder and having participated in shameful Christian orgies. The Bardarian pope; Gregorios I have not been able to answer to our reporters due to his visit in Dyeli Beybi, a weird foreig country in domestic turmoil. Radio Baradech will unfold more of this story as it develop.
Long Live the Nation!
Long Live the King!"

"This is Radio Baradech!!
The News this Evening;
True Patriots have demonstrated outside the Royal Palace and begged His Majesty, Bardur I, that all Catholics would be arrested so they can't hurt more Bardarian children. A spokesperson from one of the 6 great families; General Pridos Konstant said that it is known that all Catholics are nothing else than spies that undermine the Bardarian nation, however he and the house of Konstant would follow the King, whatever he decide. Meanwhile there are rumors that Prime Minister Asmolach held a long meeting with his cabinet this evening to decide what to do about the Catholics.
Long Live the Nation!
Long Live the King!"

ooc: this post is separate from the one i had already posted before ...
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The Bardarian Minister for Mining and Energy Tren Konstinokos hurriedly closed his office doors behind him and moved towards his chair.

" So how did the cabinet meeting fare ? " asked Marie Walshun, his political secretary who had already been waiting in his office for him.

" Humph ...If you could call it a meeting ...it was probably more like a ' Who can shout and condemn the Catholics the loudest' competition", he answered gruffly.

Marie sighed. " That bad is it ? . I mean we know that the ministers for finance, justice and interior were strong supporters of the bardarian church, but how did the other members of Cabinet react?" she asked slowly.

" As we expected, most were gearing for an all out arrest and public execution operation against the catholics here but luckily the King managed to calm them down". Tren answered bitterly.

" Well considering the rape and murder of that girl, who can expect any less of any logical sane person with feelings" she replied.

He looked sharply at her. " Don't get me wrong, neither do I like or agree with the new Church of Badar" she snorted, " but i mean, to go and rape and then kill a young innocent girl . That is too much".

Tren let out a snort. " Well how else would you have a loyal worshiper of the one and only church react to the infidels? God knows the members of the new church are already flaunting about proclaiming the new, true and ' legitimate' Church." .." Neither do i agree with the murder but I for one certainly understand their feelings".

Marie nodded quietly. " But what with the decision reached ? Are they going to move against us?" she asked warily.

" Huh. Against us? That would be rich." he answered hotly.

" But no. Not yet at least. I and Arnek managed to persuade the King to wait and see first before acting. Hopefully that would give time for the Catholic Church to act and shut down these heretics once and for all".Tren said.

" And how long would that take?" she asked softly.

" Hopefully soon. In a few days." he replied.

Tren sighed. Why couldn't those excitable heretical people just accept the authority of the only Catholic Church? Why must they start stirring up things? For surely they know that thwy would be doomed if not in communion with the only Catholic Church? Who would want to face the fires of hell ?

He stirred restlessly. But that was past. Now he had to warn the Catholic Loyalists to lie low for a while. At least untill the Church oficially reacts to the calls for the execution of Catholics. Hopefully then, would they receive more directions on what to do to stamp out these annoying heretics.

" Send a message to Aumre Nagvar to inform his brother of the latest developments here. Tell him to inform his brother to lie low for a while. We do not want the heretics to react more strongly to any move on our part. Also, say that the Cabinet is almost wholly supporting the heretic church with the exception of me of course and Arnek. There may be one or two more but that's it. Neither do I think that we can continue to rely on the King to be favourable to us any longer. That damn bitch he is married to is also a member of the heretic church".Tren instructed his secretary.

" Yes sir. Should we advise them also to plan something to ..ummm ... neutralize some of them?" Marie inquired.

He raised an eyebrow. She raised one in return.

He answered with a grim and unpleasant smile. " Tell to do so. But at any rate I already have some plans for them."

Marie nodded grimly. The unity with the one and only Catholic Church in Rome must be maintained at all costs. Even murder if it has to be done. Surely God will understand and forgive all wrongs done for the Church in Rome.

SNIP

OOC: IC post definitely coming since this thread has taken an interesting twist. Nice post btw

St. Malleus Cathedral, Stevidian Wastelands

Mount Malleus was quiet this evening, no smoke and no ash was falling on the lands midway North in Stevidian territory- the realms known as the wastelands. Once beautiful yet holy ground around Mount Malleus had been turn into what looked like the end of the world. Industry had consumed these parts of Stevid, uranium mining is the key exporting industry that keeps a large part of the economy afloat and it was these giant factories hundreds of miles apart that had changed this landscape. Tuned with what used to be a seriously active volcano the landscape was almost uninhabitable to even the most resilient of men, three large cities had been abandoned because of the disgusting climate, demon like weather, the constant clouds and cracking thunder. It was enough to drive everybody insane and certainly enough to drive people from their homes, only the military remained to train troops in elitist methods of warfare in these most alien of landscapes and atmospheres. The miners and factory workers remained but lived in prefabricated housing, the atmosphere outside to harsh to breathe for prolonged periods of time. But something else had survived in this harsh climate and to a certain extent thrived because of its nature for living in harsh conditions, hardship and struggle. Faith. The Christen faith.

To be more precise it was the Holy Roman Catholic Church, one of the strongest religions in the world that was based on a life of hardship and persecution. It was this method of living that allowed it to thrive and grow across the Roman Empire since many people lived in these sorts of conditions- the Stevidian Wastelands were actually perfect for the Church on top of the fact that the lands surrounding the volcano were perceived as holy ground. On the side of the semi-active facing east towards Jerusalem was a cathedral dedicated to Christ Jesus by the Catholic Church. St. Malleus Cathedral was a truly monolithic construction and boasted to be one of the biggest, possibly the biggest, cathedral in the known world. Her tower spires did not reach the top of the gargantuan volcano but the size of the cathedral from the exterior belied its true size which reaches far into the deep rocks on which it is built. It is far larger than any building in the Holy Empire, covers the largest area of ground than any building in the Empire and it is widely supported that it is the single largest place of worship in the Greater Dienstad region and this title might extend on a global front too. But it is much more than just a place of worship, more than a place of pilgrimage for the devout Catholics all over the world- it is the resting place for one of the most respected Orders in the world and one of the most controversial. The Knights Templar. They are modern Knights, with armour but the latest in technological equipment designed for military use to keep soldiers alive and more physically powerful- they are the apex of human evolution and military warfare, exactly what knights were back in the days of feudal society. St. Malleus was also their Chapter House and it was from inside the vaults deep within the crypts and rocks of the volcano were they defended the Holy Roman Catholic Church.

A stream of Knights including the Chapter Master himself emerged into the main Cathedral hall after having a meeting deep in the vaults of the cathedral. The Chapter Master headed straight for the exit intending on returning to his personal quarters, his honour guard followed him closely but two Justicars remained in the Cathedral deep in conversation but in a lowered voices to prevent pilgrims and other knights from hearing their conversation. They continued to speak in Latin, as they so often did anyway, but to further prevent unwanted ears tapping into their talk.

“Brother Campion, I did not dare challenge the Chapter Master nor the Brother-Captains down there in fear of punishment for speaking out of turn. At least with you I feel as if I’m talking with an equal.”

The fellow knight, Campion, waved a hand gently. “Our commanding brethren would have listened Brother Arco, we are two of the most highly acclaimed Justicars in the Order and so your opinion is important to them and such callings are your first steps to becoming a Captain. You proved you are capable in combat already when you led the assault on the Steppe Empire before their sins were washed away in radioactive vapour… but anyway speak your mind.”

“I do not agree with waiting as the Chapter Master decided. Members of the faith are in trouble, many have already been arrested in Bardar simply for being Catholics, they are being made to pay for the crimes of someone else who just happens to be part of our flock. Only God is allowed to give judgement over members of the faith for crimes to do with faith and piety… not humanity! We punish people by our laws when our laws are broken, not when faiths clash together in hate particular when it is just Christianity fighting itself.”

“I understand your concerns Brother Arco but it is not our place to contest the Master’s decision. But you are right Arco, something should be done and by God’s will it shall be. You heard from Brother-Captain Mourn that our agent in Bardar has reported that a man raped a young girl and was swiftly arrested. The authorities blamed his behaviour on the fact that he is Catholic bearing in mind that country is no longer Catholic but now full of heretics. The government has not quite convinced the whole population to leave the Catholic Church and have used this incident to sow doubt and contempt for our sect.”

Arco frowned at Campion as the words hit further home now than they did in the vaults below hundreds of feet below them. “To do something like that to a girl is a grave sin, but to blame his faith for it is heresy! His mind is misguided and he has forgotten his faith to God, his faith does not make him a criminal. The stories that Catholic priests and other Catholic clergymen are paedophiles are also absurd and they are mad to suffer for the sins of a few. It is because of the sins of a few that the world was tarnished and Christ himself died on the cross to absolve the guilty and the innocent of the crimes of humanity. The government of Bardar is trying to convince the population that the Catholic is no more their friend than…say… a black widow spider is! Hitler did the same thing to Nazi Germany regarding the Jews! Catholics are being punished for not only the wrong reasons but also for the wrong doings of just one man!”

“We discussed this Arco.” Campion forced. “But acting now without enough cause or justification would just strengthen the cause of the Church of Bardar. They are heretics we know that and deep down they know that too, but until they act in force we do nothing. At the moment there are just sporadic arrests of Catholics that could pass for coincidences, give it more time and then the Holy Roman Catholic Church will act. Since the Popes of centuries passed swept the plate of sins that our ancestors were tried for clean we have been able to operate in the open and not in hiding. We are innocent by the word of Christ’s ambassador on Earth and we have learned for the mistakes of our ancestors.”

“I know! We don’t attack in the name of our faith, only defend and protect it from the heretics, reprobates, witches and infidels that threaten it every hour of the waking day. But as yet we have not been fully persecuted for it. Living in harsh conditions is part of our way of life, not only as Templars but as Christians.”

Campion smiled and continued talking. “But humanity is far too civilised to allow persecution and discrimination of faiths and separate sects within a single faith. We do not and will not tolerate persecutions of our faith Arco… the Chapter Master will be quick to order a full military mobilisation of the Templars, a call will be made to the Stevidian government. Religious persecutions will almost guarantee their support in which case we have the complete military might of the Holy Empire on our side.”

Arco looked sad as if he wanted to go to war now and tear the throat out of the false Pope in the Church of Bardar. It was with surprise to Arco that Campion talked of what he was thinking, as if he read his mind.

“Yes.” Campion nodded. “I too would like to tear that heretic’s throat out. Actually it will only be a matter of time, the Grand Master may grow wearisome of waiting and order his death before destroying their Church. Bardar should be lucky we only have a few Templar Knights in their realm- after they tore down that Catholic Church I thought the Grand Master would have ordered a full military strike! Don’t worry Arco,” Campion said waving his hand again. “I’m not psychic, I just know you too well. We’re battle and spiritual brethren, if it were possible we would be one in blood too. But the time will come when the Catholic Church stands up to it’s to those who leave the Church for there own reasons. We should be fighting for our faith from those not part of the flock…. And yet Christianity tears itself apart with yet another sect: The Heretical Church of Bardar.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Arco said with a thin smile that even Campion nearly missed.

“It’s what the Holy Roman Catholic Church is now calling it.” Replied Campion. “The Chapter Master is in his personal quarters right now talking with the government’s Minister of Religion and members of the Inquisition and its adjunct body the Ordo Hereticus to officially recognise and designate the Church of Bardar as heretical.”

“So it won’t be long before there is action?” Asked Arco with an almost infantile sound to his voice, the same a child uses when putting a question to their parents. Campion laughed aloud a little so much so that it echoed around the huge Cathedral hall distracting knights and pilgrims in mid pray.

“You sound like an initiate again Arco. But yes, I’m sure the Church will act in force very soon…”

OOC: well ...i am not goin to post anything else just yet ..can't think of anything else ..i'll just wait untill the next post here and see ..i need to see if anything is happening in badar ... but thinngs r certainly heating up ..thanx stevid for moving things along ..

OOC: well ...i am not goin to post anything else just yet ..can't think of anything else ..i'll just wait untill the next post here and see ..i need to see if anything is happening in badar ... but thinngs r certainly heating up ..thanx stevid for moving things along ..

No probs, I love religious RPs because my nation has a wealth of religious culture regarding military orders. So much fun to write. If Bardar starts actually carrying out the threats of arresting Catholics then this thing will really start moving.

No probs, I love religious RPs because my nation has a wealth of religious culture regarding military orders. So much fun to write. If Bardar starts actually carrying out the threats of arresting Catholics then this thing will really start moving.



yay ... yes it would be interesting indeed if that happens ..hope badar gets back here soon .....

forgive me ..but i am new at this so what do u mean by " RPs" ??

haha cheers ..thanx ..

OOC: RP means roleplay. It's writing stories and stuff for your Nation and people within it. When I put OOC at the stary of a text like I have here that stands for 'Out of Character' meaning I am speaking as a player rather than as the National leader of Dyelli Beybi.

The interesting thing would be the Dyellians who are a breakaway religious group quite similar to the locals and also have a history of military orders... I imagine there could be some quite bitter conflicts with the soldiers from Stevid over who's was the right branch of Christianity :P

The interesting thing would be the Dyellians who are a breakaway religious group quite similar to the locals and also have a history of military orders... I imagine there could be some quite bitter conflicts with the soldiers from Stevid over who's was the right branch of Christianity :P

OOC: The thing is that although the official religion of Stevid Catholicism the government does not act on itself behalf- it's undemocractic really seeing as the government isn't being tolerant of other religions. Its why I use the Inquisition and a seriously modern and revamped Knights Templar military Order to fight on behalf of the Church.

Since I started RPing with a modern military branch of the Templars to date I have used them in combat 7 times... all successful. Several members of these forums now give these knights the upmost respect because of their capabilities. If this turns into an armed conflict then Stevid as a nation won't go to war- but the Church will with the Templars as the foot soldiers. The only way Stevid could get involved is if the country or Imperial territory is attacked directly.

OOC: RP means roleplay. It's writing stories and stuff for your Nation and people within it. When I put OOC at the stary of a text like I have here that stands for 'Out of Character' meaning I am speaking as a player rather than as the National leader of Dyelli Beybi.

The interesting thing would be the Dyellians who are a breakaway religious group quite similar to the locals and also have a history of military orders... I imagine there could be some quite bitter conflicts with the soldiers from Stevid over who's was the right branch of Christianity :P

ahh ..of course .... thanx ..

yes it would be very very interesting to see that happen. ..

Further demonstrations in Baradech;

As the Royal Government still hesitate to act, more anti- Catholic demonstrations occur in Baradech. Political experts fear that this might give Imre Nagvar, the mahdi of the National Syndicate a momentum. Prime Minister Asmolach assured yesterday that all demonstrations were illegal and considered "a grace act of treachery against the nation". Meanwhile the Bardarian Catholic Church has condemned the rape of the young girl. In the countryside in the Eastern parts of the country near the Yawgalian Autonomous Region, there has been reports that members of the National Syndicate have brutally killed and decaptitaed Catholic farmers. Also a popular Radio DJ from Radio Baradech has been arrested for treason, since he spoke out against the Royal Government and openly condemned government policy to push for emancipation of Catholics.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

Lord Chancellor Jan Sebastien delivered news about the situation in Bardar to the King as part of his morning briefing. “My liege, the Catholics in Bardar have taken some action that other Catholics find heretical. This is causing quite a stir among Catholic populations and among the ranks of the high ecclesiasts in those countries.”

William V responded: “Consternation over such trivial matters is to be expected from Catholic peoples. They live very simple lives, since they just sit around and smile all day. When inebriated, however, they become the most bellicose and violent brutes, which is what I suspect is happening here.”



Official Statement of Lord Chancellor Jan Sebastien Concerning the Troublesome Catholicks

In these times in which those Papists and Anti-papists quarrel over paltry matters of religious doctrine, they ought remember the more sweeping and significant virtues brought to this world by the light of Christianity. Such elements of a Christian society include every man’s right to dignity and individual sovereignty. I therefore ask the despots and ecclesiasts of Bardar, Stevid, Avarahn, and any other Catholick state which involves itself in this affray if their insistence on minute features of dogma comes at the expense of the broader virtues of their religion.

We, the catholic church of Hvara, advise you strongly to return to the true flock.

MESSAGE FROM THE HVARAN CATHOLIC CHURCH: However, we condemn the attacks on the"Catholics" of Bardar and urge the regional (i.e. The East Pacific) churches to work against them.

"The King of Bardar demand apology from the Bardarian Catholic Church;

The King of Bardar, Bardur I demand an apology from the Bardarian Catholic Church for the rape of a young girl, by a catholic Bardarian. The king states that the emancipation process might halt if the nation won't recieve a proper apology from the Catholics. The recent week have seen an upswing in anti- Catholic violence in Bardar, as well as Imre Nagvar and his National Syndicate gaining more support. The Bardarian pope, Gregorios I who cancelled his visit in Dyeli Beybi because of this crisis states that he is very worried about what's happening.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times"

ooc: hey i am getting abit confused here ..

Further demonstrations in Baradech;

As the Royal Government still hesitate to act, more anti- Catholic demonstrations occur in Baradech. Political experts fear that this might give Imre Nagvar, the mahdi of the National Syndicate a momentum. Prime Minister Asmolach assured yesterday that all demonstrations were illegal and considered "a grace act of treachery against the nation". Meanwhile the Bardarian Catholic Church has condemned the rape of the young girl. In the countryside in the Eastern parts of the country near the Yawgalian Autonomous Region, there has been reports that members of the National Syndicate have brutally killed and decaptitaed Catholic farmers. Also a popular Radio DJ from Radio Baradech has been arrested for treason, since he spoke out against the Royal Government and openly condemned government policy to push for emancipation of Catholics.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

is the national syndicate baradrian catholic or is it the original catholic ??

maybe you could make a distinction next time ? maybe you could say bardarian catholic ..or is it just to confuse everyone ??? or does you doing that mean you want to show how similar they are ??

thanx ...

I think its another religion.

OOC: I've got a biggish post coming soon.

Bardar Capital

The Chief of Police for the Bardar Capital State Police had had a long day, news was reaching many ears of the world that Bardar’s dictatorial government was clamping down on Catholics within its borders that were not converting to the Church of Bardar and were also being held accountable for the crimes of a single child molester. The government were in charge and no one else would but it was the secret police’s job to make sure that government policy on arrests were implemented- that’s how it is in dictatorships both past and present and it will probably be true in the future too.

Late nights would become more and more common so it was with relief that he was finally home after a long day at work, the street was lined with cars and vans all hours of the day and so he didn’t notice a metallic grey one that looked completely inconspicuous but had actually been there for three days. It had moved several times and had parked in different places during the three days so as not to draw to much attention to itself but this van would be part of a larger plan that would unfold that night. The Chief of Police stepped into his lavish house content with his own thoughts and actually happy with his day’s work. He flicked the light on in the hall, tossed his jacket on the hook and walked into a pitch black living room. He went for the switch but instead felt someone grab him from behind covering his mouth completely in a leather glove and a very long blade stroked his neck in the process.

“Shh, shh, shh…” Said the dark figure gently. “There is no need for panic my friend, I just had to meet you in person, you’re quite popular so the papers say these days for you would know since you have been in them quite a lot this week.”

The Chief of Police tried to utter what sounded like to words but were muffled by the intruder’s glove.

“Your wife? She is upstairs and well but heavily sedated with a knock to the head. She didn’t go quietly, she was alive two hours ago but I haven’t been up to check since. She was pumped with enough tranquiliser to keep an elephant asleep for a few hours so frankly I have no idea what state she is on now.”

The Chief relaxed a little which was all the intruder needed to release his hold on the man and come round to face him, blade still in hand and was gently brushing against the Chief’s neck the whole time.

“Seeing as you do not allow us to speak for ourselves and simply arrest us for the crimes of another man this was the only way I could talk to you and get my points across. I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

It might have been the fear or the shock of an intruder in his home, or perhaps it was both, but either way the Chief’s mind blanked out and all he could do was shake his head. The silhouette of the intruder could now be made out with some light flooding into the liver room but it was still very dark and the features of the man could no be made out.

“Let me enlighten you then good sir. The people you are persecuting are anger but the ones you are not are silent. They would have no reason to come here and put a knife to your throat, drug your wife and threaten you… but those you are arresting and mistreating do have a motive. Catholicism is my faith as I’m sire you’ve now gathered and I represent the faith and those you are rounding up.”

“Who are you?” The Chief of Police whispered finally.

“My name is Brother-Captain Kern, and we are the Knights Templar.” He said almost with pride, the hall lighting reflected well on the Chief and colour drained from his faith slightly. Whether or not he knew of the modern military Templar organisation it did not matter, he knew of the Templars historically and also that he was in some serious trouble.

“We are the defenders of the faith, protectors of the masses. The Holy Roman Catholic Church’s sword and shield against traitors and heretics. I’m here for you, but not to kill you. You can save yourself but more importantly save your wife and your family from a death that we can most certainly promise you. Yes, there are more of us in your borders. We arrived several hours after your official declaration to turn to heresy and split with the Church and crown your own ‘pope’, and we’ve been watching you for weeks and we’ve been watching your wife and her daily duties for three days now. We know you inside out!”

The Templar removed the blade from the policeman’s neck but did not place it back in the scabbard, he took a step closer and lowered his voice further.

“Who better to threaten than the head of the corrupt Bardar Police force in the capital. We want something from you and you will deliver. You will inform your officers to release any Catholics who actually haven’t broken the law, you will also tell your government that you officially appose their anti-Catholic stance and that you will resign if they do not stop treating Catholics unfairly.”

“What if I refuse?” The Chief of Police stand with some confidence that made the Knight’s head twitched violently and unnaturally. It chilled the Chief’s blood and it was chilled further by the reappearance of the blade that drew a thin line of blood from his neck after just grazing past.

“Your wife will die… I injected her with a little more than just a sedative friend. We in Stevid are vastly superior in technology, economics and military prowess and while the Holy Empire has nothing to do with the affairs of the Templars we do have access to certain technology that you would never dream of.” He grinned through the invisibility of the darkened room. “I gave her a dose of modified nanoprobes. Microscopic robots that are controlled via electromagnetic waves and gene/DNA recognition, at least these ones are really…”

The Chief looked half confused but the Knight thought he got the general idea quickly and that he also quickly grasped the true gravitas of the situation now that his loved one had million and millions of tiny machines in her bloodstream ready to be awakened at anytime.

“It’s quite interesting and inhumane actually.” The Knight said comically that made the Chief’s blood chill again, this Knight was insane! “The nanoprobes mimic cancer in a way but it is not quite as crude for you see the probes enter the bloodstream and we immediately activated them using equipment from a vehicle outside. The nanoprobes assimilated the red blood cells nearest to them and then they go and transmit the genetic data back to us. We then recalibrate the nanoprobes genetic identifier signal that makes them act and ‘look’, metaphorically speaking, like red blood cells allowing them to avoid being attacked by the white blood cells. It is unlikely that the white blood cells could destroy actually machinery but your wife has an excellent immune system.”

The Chief was shaking a bit more now, unable to contain his rage and fear.

“Quite ingenious,” The knight continued. “But an effective way of collecting genetic data in full detail from someone. But of course we want to threaten you not collect data, so of course we can tell the probes to do more things. We’ve already ordered the probes to attack her white blood cells thus weakening her immune system but we can get the probe to do other more grotesque things. If you do not do as we ask then we could, for example, tell the nanoprobes to destroy the alveoli in her lungs, or to get all the nanoprobes to clog up her left ventricle in her heart. We could disable her be attacking the brain or the spinal cord or we could do something as simple as to deactivate the probes… or we could make them self destruct in such a way as to provoke certain biological chemicals to react and cause fatal internal combustion and your wife would quite literally turn to ashes.”

The knight withdrew the blade and took a step back, although the Chief couldn’t see him properly he was sure that this un-armoured and lightly armed man was grinning broadly in the dark. He revisited to attack for the knight would easily kill him, the Knight had already said it matter little to him it just that the Catholics are higher on the Church’s priority list than his death.

“There is no use consulting a doctor or surgeon about this, once those nanoprobes are in there then they can’t be removed easily- it could take months of surgery. Now don’t look at me as some sort of Dr. Hide, I am a defender of the faith and I fully believe in the sanctity of life, I am a man of God. If you stop persecuting these Catholics when they have done no wrong, then I can assure you that your wife will be fine- we can even tell the probes to battle foreign objects that her immune system deems unwanted. These things can battle cancer and win sir! Just co-operate and everything with be fine…”

And with that the Chief saw and heard nothing more. The Templar slammed the pommel of the blade into the side of the man’s head and knocked him completely unconscious. He would awake to find no one there and being the Chief of Police he would note the absence of the metallic van that had been there three nights running but the Knights were far away now waiting to see just what steps the government would be taking next. The Knights Templar were doing their jobs, defending the faith albeit in a rather unorthodox way and behind the scenes away from the public eye.


OOC: I know its a tad of a godmod at the begining but my thinking was it was only one man and I didn't force him to do anything- his course of action is completely up to you Bardar.

ooc: in response to cotenshire's post .... i will post other RP's soon here ..
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In response to the statement by his honorable Lord Chancellor Jan Sebastien ,

May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.


Greetings. May God in heaven watch over us all and continue to bless us as His most devout and faithful children. May the peace of the Lord be with you forever and ever. may the power of His Most High Avatar rest on you.

Greetings and may you be in good health. I, Jeremy Lunar Breston, High Cardinal of the Council for Faith and Theology of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth wish to formally respond to the statement by the Lord Chancellor we, the adherents and devout followers of God's Avatar on Earth and the one and only True Path.

I am concerned that the Lord Chancellor is of the opinion that we are debating trivial facts of theology and minutiae at the expense of our faith. If the Lord Chancellor would kindly look at the letter of support sent by our supreme and eminent Prelate direct representative of God's Avatar on Earth, our supreme and eminent Prelate never did touch on irrelevant minutiae but indeed stressed the most important parts of our faith, that the good must always prevail and that the evil of man and of the demons that follow should never be allowed a foothold in our sacred humane Earth.

I also wish to address the fact that the Lord Chancellor should instead look over the affairs of the secular man as I and my fellow priests and priestesses would look after the affairs of the spiritual man. I would also note that the Lord Chancellor has no authority in the matter of divine intepretation, but keeping in mind that God's Avatar on earth once said in ages long past, that every man should seek out God most supereme and omniscient in their own unique way. However, we must express our concern at the clear participation of the Lord Chancellor's spiritual and personal beliefs in man's secular realm, of which only man's secular beliefs should prevail. Spiritual beliefs then are to be governed and voiced in the public realm by the direct and legitimate representatives of God's Avatar on Earth and not by an individual of a secular responsibility.

We wish to thank the Lord Chancellor for his views but we also wish to urge the Lord Chancellor to keep such views to himself.

We would of course keep the Lord Chancellor in our constant good prayers. Thank you.

God bless and go in peace to love and serve the Lord, the one and only.



May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.



Most sincerely in the fellowship of the Lord,

In the name of the Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,

Jeremy Lunar Breston,
Most eminent,
High Cardinal of the Council for Faith and Theology of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Avarahn.


In the name and full authority of God's Avatar on Earth,


Adrian III Lord Kim Ju Song,
Most eminent, most holy and most compassionate,
Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Avarahn.


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" In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti "

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"Pope Gregorios I apologize;

The pope of the Bardarian church apologize for the actions of "one lost member of his flock". Since a Catholic man raped a Bardarian girl anti- Catholic tensions have grew in Bardar. The King, Bardur I announce that he is pleased with the apology and hope the Nation now would enter a period of healing. Meanwhile 9 of 11 of the National Clans have announced they have ratified the law calling for readmission of Catholic families to the Clans, and thereby allow Catholics to become Bardarian cititzens. The National Syndicate called the pope's apology "a pack of false lies" and called the king "a weakling of the worst kind". The National Syndicate have called for a National Revolution that will cleanse the Nation of traitors and perversions. Prime Minister Asmolach, the patriarch of the Church of Bardar have encouraged true Bardarians to work together with the Catholics to strengthen the Nation, and diminish evil foreign influences.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times"

OOC; some facts; the majortiy of the Bardarians are not Christians, the Christians are all Catholics (even though they have broken their ties with Rome), the National Syndicate is a movement that follow a ideology of Religous Extremism, Ultra Nationalism, and Socialist economic ideas. It's lead by the "great mahdi" Imre Nagvar who claims he is the "great immortal mahdi" that the old Bardarian prophets spoke of. The Bardarians are generally suspicios of all things foreign, and the Catholics were before the break accused of being "foreign spies working with the evil fanatic in Rome".

OOC: so the pope gregoroius is of the new church ?? also is the raped girl a member of the new church ?? and are the 11 clans readmitting the members of the new catholic church ? ...thanx ..
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Tren Konstinokos , Minister of the Bardarian Cabinet shook his head in consternation. " I thought I asked you to tell them to wait and not escalate anything as of yet" he said angrily to his secretary, Marie Walshun.

" Of course I told them to wait. But it seems like the National Syndicate are unwilling to listen to our advice" she replied immediately. She continued " Or it could be that some members are just not under proper control by the syndicate leadership.".

" Huh, yeah right!!!" Tren replied hotly. " And since when did that hothead leader of theirs is never in control of anything his.".

Tren fumed in silence. Well, he could not really blame them. He approve of Marie's suugestion to them to take steps to remove or silence their opponents in high places. But in silence or at least unnoticed of course. Now they had to deal with the fact that a mine had been rigged with explosives and unknowingly the miners had triggerd it thus collapsing the mine and killing 18 miners and trapping 19 more. He sighed again. Not only that but they had to blow up a mine. Which was of course under his care as he was Minister for Mining and Energy. Why coudnt they have just blown up a bank or a national garden or a zoo or even an government agricultural land for goodness sake. Now he had even more problems to deal with.

At least the current unusual actions and behaviour of the Bardarian Capital Police Chief were diverting much of the attention away. He smiled grimly. He certainly knew or at least suspected that a true member of the Chruch was behind that certain development.

" Tell them to be less noisy about it next time and also tell them do not mess with properties under my care. Anything else they are free to blow up." he said to his secretary.

" Yes sir of course" she replied trying to hide a smile.

OOC: hey,. I will only be back here to post again on tuesday next week as I will be away. But go on without me and stir up some trouble befor I get back. Cheers !!!
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" Sir what about the apology by the Pope? " asked Marie carefully.

He raised an eyebrow. " What about it ?" he asked back.

" Well is the King as pleased with the apology as he said he was in the official release?" she asked further.

" I am not sure" Tren admitted. " He certainly was sceptical to say the least about the heretic's 'church' but he seems to have been otherwise quiet about it. One thing I know is that he would not tolerate any open defiance by the people at this point" he continued "or by the National Syndicate for that matter".


There were several soft knocks on the office door.

He frowned in annoyance. Who could that be? He had not set any appointments and neither did anyone send a message ahead to announce their coming.

"Open the door will you ?" he told his secretary.

" Yes, sir".

Marie went to the door and opened it cautiously. " You had better come in quick" she told the person outside.

Tren rose from his chair surprised. What was going on ? He gasped in shock at the sight in front of him.

A tall man dressed entirely in somber black entered the room. He carried with him an authority and supreme confidence as though he knew that everything he did was with the guidance and authority of God. Which could be quite true as well.

" Your honour" he greeted the man.

" Minister " he acknowledged gravely.

" What can I do for you ?" Tren asked of the distinguished guest respectfully who had immediately sat down in front of his desk after entering the room.

For respect was what a Knight Templar commanded. A Knight Templar from Stevid was one to be treated with reverence and certainly not to be taken lightly. Especially the Knight in front of him. Knight Rameoue Tullus had in the past visited him several times before though never here in the goverment complex of Badar itself. he shook his head , gently chiding himself. Surely a Knight had his own ways and means to accomplish things.

" Tell me more about this heretical bitch your King has married ," Captain Tullus commanded instantly without any formalities.

" Well Isabella Porties is the only child of a high ranking duke in Avarahn, who is said to be rather close to the Emperor of Avarahn himself. She was educated in Avarahn's Imperial University in Philosophy and Liberal Studies and met the King while visiting here. She and the King fell in love or of course many whisper that she had enchanted him through vile means. But nonetheless they got married barely a year later and now have 2children together" Tren said rather hurriedly.

" And she is member of the heretic church ?" the Knight Templar asked with a trace of disgust in his voice.

" Yes, your honour ..umm sir." Tren replied.

" Sir ". the Knight answered sternly.

" Well you know your duty to the church don't you ?" he aksed Tren.

Tren licked his parched lips. Marie shifted in the corner of the room where she had been all but forgotten.

" Yes sir. The commands of the Church are my strict orders and I will carry them out." he answered slowly, mustering his courage.

" Then you know what to do. The Church has determined that this heretic church must be stopped in its tracks. No one is to disobey the authorithy of the Church. The bitch that is with the King has too much influence over him and thus she must be removed at once. We have already moved against certain members of the government that have been shown to be against us , the Police Chief for one. Now we must turn to the demonspawn lying in the King's bedchambers." Sir Tullus said with anger in his eyes.

Tren tried to steady his shaking hands. Murder of ministers and officials was one thing but assasination of the Queen was another thing all together.

" Umm . ahhh. ..well .." he stopped himself. What could he do but folow the orders of the Church? It was the Church who commanded it and surely that meant God had approved of it.

he took a deep breath and said " Yes, sir. I know my duties to the Church and I will acrry them out as always faithfully".

Marie gasped in shock.

" Yes, you will", the Knight Templar said gravely and immediately got up from tha chair and walked towards the door. " You have a week to accomplish your duty, if not ....." he trailed of and left the room on that grim note.

Tren shivered. He certainly did not want to know the consequeces he had to face if he failed to do his job by the end of the week.

OOC: Awesome post. I'll have an IC one up today.

OOC; The 11 National Clans are what's constitute Bardar, a cititzen of Bardar has to be a clan member. Until recently Catholic families were thrown out of the Clans, because the Clans did not want to have anything to do with "Christian Spies". After the break with Rome the King has pushed for emancipation of the Catholics, but since that would mean that Catholics would be able to re-enter the Clans, the Clans themselves have to ratify the law before it's in practice.


IC;

Mayor of Pesche ban plans to build a Catholic Church;

The mayor of Pesche, Hasum Zum has banned the Catholics in the city from building a church. The mayor says he would not allow a "House of Indecency" to be built in his city. He continued claiming that the a Christian Church in Pesche would mean a place where indecent practices such as prostitution and cannibalism would take place, and as mayor he has to protect his people from the Catholic Devils. He continued by stating that he pray to the Lords of the Mountains every day to ask them for guidance how he could get Bardarian Catholics to abandon their "sinful faith" and turn to the True Church of Bardar.

Gammis Herdu,
Baradech Post

To the honourable High Cardinal Breston,

Your words may conjure in the mind an image of pious spirituality, but many a Catholick can take the most plain thought and turn it into a grandiose scheme. That talent is a product of the Catholick’s tendencies to make spectacles out of these minute details that they constantly debate. Admittedly, I have not read your Prelate’s letter, as it had been deemed insufficiently notable by my clerk and discarded. I can only assume, however, that it contained petty arguments for or against the implementation of Catholick doctrine in another country. Such issues as this one are best ignored, no matter how contemptible, as they are unimportant deviances of some more savage nation.

You also somehow believe that I ought disregard religious issues. While it is the duty of the clergy to lead the flock, it would be hypocritical of a lay Christian such as I to shut religion out of my business. Christianity has been the fire that has forged our civilization. As all of us strive to be exceptional men, we must therefore not forget Christian teachings and principles.

Signed,
The Rt Hon. Jan Sebastien, Lord Chancellor

I, Cleris, Father, King, and ruler of the Nation of Silent Drudgery in response to current International incidents in the Kingdom of Bardar:

Hereby declare Death through public, violent execution to all Catholics within my realm.

May this serve as warning to members of all Christian sects. All religions of every ideal who deems "God" to hold higher value than the State.

Hereby made official on this 22 day of August 2008.

His Royal Majesty,

Cleris I

In response to the second statement by his honorable Lord Chancellor Jan Sebastien ,

May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.


Greetings. May God in heaven watch over us all and continue to bless us as His most devout and faithful children. May the peace of the Lord be with you forever and ever. may the power of His Most High Avatar rest on you.

Greetings and may you be in good health. I, Jeremy Lunar Breston, High Cardinal of the Council for Faith and Theology of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth wish to formally respond to the latest claims and words of the Lord Chancellor.

I would suggest to the Lord Chancellor that he read the letter written by our most compassionate Prelate for himself and not make false and untrue presumptions on what the letter may or may not include.

The letter written by our Prelate did not make any exagerations and did not make any huge matter of trivial religious doctrine. Indeed the most compassionate Prelate never did mention any point of Scripture or doctrine especially in regards to the beliefs of Christianity. Our humble Prelate merely states our support for life and for the Catholic Church of Badar, as well as denouncing the evil acts of man and the demons that follow such acts. As all men or women should do, they should renounce evil and its associating acts. Unless of course, regretfully, the Lord Chancellor is not an avid supporter of the ways of the good.

As to the Lord Chancellor's claims that he as a lay christian should be allowed to voice his views on religion. We agree tottaly with that view. Every man or woman should strive to practice their religious virtues in their lives according with how they will. On that matter I had never said that the Lord Chancellor not meddle in religious matters. However, I did say that the Lord Chancellor should not speak of religious matters in his secular duties. Indeed, the Chancellor is labouring under the delusion that he as a lay christian is the same as he as a secular leader in the government. When he speaks in his capacity as Lord Chancellor, he has no authority to speak on matters of religion and the Church especially so when he speaks publicly. Similarly, our letter is adressed to him as Lord Chancellor as we are reprimanding him in his capacity of Lord Chancellor. We do not write to him in his capacity and identity of Jan Sebastien.

Thank you and we hope that the Lord Chancellor corrects the error in his understandings.

We would of course keep the Lord Chancellor in our constant good prayers. Thank you.

God bless and go in peace to love and serve the Lord, the one and only.



May God our Saviour continue to protect us and guide us through our darkest times.

May His Avatar forgive us of our sins and redeem us at the end of days.

May the Lord God send His most supreme and omniscient spirit to ensure we do not
stray from the True Path.



Most sincerely in the fellowship of the Lord,

In the name of the Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,

Jeremy Lunar Breston,
Most eminent,
High Cardinal of the Council for Faith and Theology of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Avarahn.


In the name and full authority of God's Avatar on Earth,


Adrian III Lord Kim Ju Song,
Most eminent, most holy and most compassionate,
Prelate of the Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Church of God's Avatar on Earth,
Avarahn.


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" In nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti "

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To High Cardinal Breston,

As often appears when a non-papist reads correspondence from a papist, the papist seems too far assimilated into his own indoctrination to comprehend a religious message in its proper context. This affliction has not overlooked you, as you chastise me for accusing you of holding dogmatic minutiae above more important principles, and then proceed to prove my accusation correct.

You speak of your Prelate’s “support for life and for the Catholic Church of Bardar” as if the greater principle of supporting life required also support for those Bardarian cardinals. It is confounding to me as to how one could write such a thing and not be overcome by the irony of it. As Christians, we must first pay heed to the defining attributes of Christianity, and then let those define our religious doctrines.

You then proceed to fabricate some argument that I am both the Christian Lord Sebastien and the anti-religious Lord Chancellor, or at least that I ought be. The justification for such a claim is that one ought not publicly adhere to Christian principles, although this is absurd. As the baker demonstrates Christian charity and the fool demonstrates Christian humility, so must the Lord Chancellor, as a Christian servant of a Christian King, perform his duties in a Christian way.

Signed,
The Rt Hon. Jan Sebastien, Lord Chancellor

Catholic Village attacked by the National Syndicate;

The Catholic village of Petrije was attacked by members of the National Syndicate yesterday. At about 5 o'clock members of the National Syndicate stormed the village of Petrije and slaughtered everything in their way. The village had about 300 inhabitants, but just about 20 were able to flee the massacre. The attackers are wore red scarfs or bandanas, which are the symbols of the National Syndicate, and survivors have stated there were both men, women and children among the attackers. Today Bardarian police seized control of the village, and police sources told us that the victims have been decapitated in the way the National Syndicate execute their victims. Police sources also told us that the Heathen Church in Petrije have been completely destroyed. When we asked the District Chief of Police Varostas Sarekh about the police investigation he answered that a serious investigation has been launched investigating if any "actual criminal act has been made".

Gammis Herdu,
Baradech Post

OOC:

hey stevid ...where is your post ..i though u had said u were posting one up ?? ..cheers !!!

All Clans agree, emancipation of Catholics;

Despite the violent attacks from the National Syndicate yesterday evening all Clans agreed on passing the emancipation act. That means Catholics in Bardar are now Clan members and thus Bardarian citizens. This is a big win for the Royal Government who has pushed hard for emancipation since the Bardarian Catholic Church broke up with Rome. However tensions on the ground still exist, many of the followers of the Bardarian religion has been thought since they were small children that all followers of "foreign religions" are enemies of the state. Prime Minister Asmolach, himself patriarch of the Church of Bardar, said in a speech held on the Baradech Central Square that a new age of wider cooperation between True believers and Catholics has begun. The Bardarian pope, Gregorios I cries when he heard the news and announced; "finally Christians in Bardar will be recognized a real Bardarians". No spokesman from the National Syndicate has made any comments, but it's clear that they won't accept this, and there is a great risk there will be more violence.

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

OOC:

hey stevid ...where is your post ..i though u had said u were posting one up ?? ..cheers !!!

I've finished it but I still have to post it, I'll try and do it ASAP but time is pressuring me at the mo. Don't worry, it'll be up.

I've finished it but I still have to post it, I'll try and do it ASAP but time is pressuring me at the mo. Don't worry, it'll be up.

cheers !! ..haha its all fine

Catholics accused of poisoning well in South Bardarian village;

In the village of Gasmuas a small catholic community have been accused of poisoning the well by the other villagers. Since many of the villagers became ill after drinking the water suspicions arose against the heathens in the village.
One old woman says; "7 of my grandchildren are seriously ill due to their perversions. We want these horrible people out of our village, who knows what evil crimes they'll commit next". A young catholic man says that every claims that the well was poisoned is nonsense; "I don't know what happened to the water, but we did not poison the well. Several of our own people have become ill, and still our neighbours accuse us. I hope things will calm down, otherwise we'll be forced to leave this village".

Gammis Herdu,
Baradech Post

OOC: So sorry it's so late but i've been working monster work shifts 6 days straight and only been able to use my iPhone to keep up to date with proceedings. Anywho, this is the post.

IC:

Somewhere in the Bardar Capital

It was one of the less glamorous housing complexes in Bardar, in fact it was a dilapidated ghetto. Doors falling off hinges, dogs looking thin and violent, gangs of youths congregating on street corners, graffiti was almost an art round these parts too. It made great sense to pitch ‘camp’ here for the Knights Templar where the police on a good day feared to come. A man in a jet black coat walked into one of the basements of one of the towering flats in this part of the city. After suffering from abusive taunts from some people on the street on the way he dressed it seemed almost casual in the day he walked, he didn’t look out of place or even a little suspicious but that was all part of the ruse. He knocked on the basement door and the sounds of a series of sliding locks followed, a man about the same height and ferocious build as the knocker opened the door, looked around for anyone peeping at this meeting and then allowed the knocker into the safety of the basement.

“Welcome back Brother. I Trust your meeting with Tern was productive?”

“Yes Brother Marcus.” Captain Tullus answered. “But as expected he was a bit nervous about the idea of killing the Queen.”

“Who wouldn’t it’s a dangerous mission but I’m sure they’ll come round to the idea- this is. I personally think it is a bit outrageous, wouldn’t this false pope be a better target?”

“On another day I would agree however the Queen is of greater importance ironically because she is of less importance than the pope!” Retorted the Captain. His comment was puzzling even to the Templar who still couldn’t find the logic in killing the Queen rather than the pope. “Brother Marcus, the time will come when the head of the false pope rolls across his heretical cathedral before his worshippers but that time has yet to arrive. The Queen is of less importance to the state than this new pope. After everything the Catholic Church has said to these infidels the pope will obviously have additional security posted to him. Nothing we can’t handle I know Brother, but I’d rather not gun down or maim half their police force… no… the Queen is a heretic and killing her will send a message to the masses that wouldn’t be sent if we kill an ordinary man or the pope.”

“How so Captain?”

“To kill just a man would cause mere ripples, in fact the secret police in this God forsaken hellhole of a country would simply blame someone else for the murder and not us in order to keep the population in check or to merely fuel the Catholic hate marches. To kill the pope would be like going after e-coli bacteria with a nuclear weapon. It would be over kill and not only that but their foolish pope would become a powerful martyr. Killing the Queen will make her a martyr or sorts but not nearly as big a one as the pope could be and one day will be. To kill the wife of the King shows everyone that no matter how importance or unimportant you are, no matter how insignificant you may be, no matter how innocent you may think you are- you will be a target of the Catholic Church’s wrath. We will make sure everyone realises that the death of a highly protected figure like the Queen means that no one is safe. They only way people can avoid death is by repenting and returning the flock of the true Church.”

“I concur with your plan Brother!” Marcus replied whereas the four other Knights gathered their returned with “AYE!”

“Then let the discussions on how to achieve our goals begin. Draft some plans but I will also talk with our collaborator to gain some information on the Queen’s most common public duties and audiences.”

Bardarian Cabinet meeting, Royal Palace Baradech;

Dr. Hazel Zum was irritated, the newly gathered meeting had hindered his important work at the Ministry of Education and Public Enlightment, even since this Catholic issue had begun he had to plan a new educational program, that did not condemn Christianity as a terrible foreign ideology designed to hurt the Bardarian nation. He saw the other Cabinet members were there already; the Foreign Minister Prince Orol Sarekh, the king's younger brother and heir had his normal military grimace as he sat on his chair. The Minister of Finances; Poltos Juggau seemed to be sleeping, as he usually was on Cabinet meetings, the Minister of Interior and Security; Carelia Alvaras, the cunning fox of the Alvaras family seemed to be very much awake, as usual. The Minister of Social Affairs; General Kessel Berdin was in a bad mood as usual, while his cousin the Attorney General Izakh Berdin couldn't be happier, the Minister of Defence; General Pridos Konstant also seemed to think one should follow military discipline at a Cabinet Meeting, while the Ministers of Culture and Trade; Adavas Sarekh and Valmor Zum seemed to have a wild conversation. Suddenly Prime Minister Asmolach appeared in the room, the room went silent as all waited for the Prime Minister to speak;
-I had a meeting with the Secret Police a couple of hours ago, he said, it seems that that pope person's life might be in danger?
-The National Syndicate? Prince Orol Sarekh asked.
-No, according to our intelligence it's some kind of foreign Catholic group that are angry he broke ties with Rome.
-So why should we care? General Kessel Berdin asked, if foreign Catholics kill that new pope, the break will be definite and our own Catholics will hate foreigners as much as true Bardarians, I'd say we just let them kill him.
- I had the same idea, the Prime Minister answered, if the Christians want to kill each other, let them do it.
Dr. Hazel Zum could not be silent during this conversation;
-But, since we have made the Catholics cititzens of Bardar, isn't it the government's responsibility to protect them. That pope is now a Bardarian cititzen, he deserve the protection the government can offer.
-Bah, he is nothing but Christian scum, muttered General Berdin, they will never become real cititzens, since they obviously aren't real Bardarians.
-We could gain a lot on this murder, Carelia Alvaras said smiling as she usually did when she was plotting something, the Catholics will definitely never want to unite with Rome again, our goal to create a own branch of tame Christians would finally be complete. Or..., we could just blame the National Syndicate, and get a momentum to finally do something about Imre Nagvar.
-You're right, said Izakh Berdin suddenly, even since the assassination of my dear cousin Oslaus Berdin during the War of Patriotism we have worked hard to finally find a reason to purify this nation from him and the National Syndicate, if that Heathen pope dies we could very well use it as a excuse to get rid of them permanently.
-There seems to be a lot of good alternatives, said Prime Minister Asmolach, now that other issue, that foreign woman.
-You meant that prostitute who call herself queen, said Prince Orol Sarekh almost smiling, obviously she will never become a real queen, since she's not Bardarian, and they are not married in a Bardarian church.
-Which make their foreign marriage illegal, Asmolach answered.
-Well you're the priest, the Prince said calmly, I am just glad my brother found someone, it's almost 15 years since his wife died.
Here Dr. Hazel Zum added;
-That means every eventual children they'll get will be bastards.
-I don't think they'll get any children, the Prince answered, that prostitute is not the type that would want children, she just want to look beautiful and surround herself with all that royal glamour. The king will in time get tired of her.
-She's an interesting case, Carelia Alvaras smiled, I can't wait to get to meet her.
-Well, that was todays meeting, the Prime Minister added, you can all return to your normal duties, whatever they are.

With that the Cabinet members all left to go back to their Ministries and work on all different issues they were assigned to. Dr. Hazel Zum couldn't shake of the feeling that somewhere on the way they had turn the wrong turn as a nation; calmly discussing the gains that could come out of a assassination of one of their own cititzens. Well he would at least turn to the Lords of the Mountain and ask for forgiveness for these sins.

Danilo Sarekh sat in his new comfortable chair he had bought for the money from his latest promotion. Being the chief of the Secret Police could be an annoying task. His assistant Hadril Konstant appeared and reported;
"Agent Black Spider has not yet found these foreign assassins, he is still investigating though".
"Tell him to stop, the government don't care if they kill this Christian dude, tell him to spy on the pope instead, and report thoroughly on the assassination, I want to know what kind of techniques these foreigners use".
"Understood, about the National Syndicate, we have found one of their strongholds, Imre Nagvar wasn't there though, acctually hardly any of their members were there."
"Put the file under "More Boring Imre Nagvar Files", will you? And get me a hot cup of tea".
"Yes, sir", Hadril Konstant answered and hurried out of Danilo Sarekh's office.

ooc: sorry was busy ..haha .
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Marie hurriedly typed out a list of information that had to be completed and sent to its intended receiver by evening.

She glared angrily at her computer and cursed loudly to herself. Why on earth is it their job to kill the Queen ? Why couldnt the Knights have given the job to assassins or more experienced people.

But no use fretting over it. She had a job to do and she had to complete it or else. Already they had past the original deadline and luckily the Knight Templar had given them an extension on their mission.

She scanned the list she had typed out , checking for errors.

basically the list stated the most ideal places where the queen usually visited or spent some time in , the most ideal places to kill her and some suggestions of how to execute it.

Her bedchambers which was usually empty from morning till evening when the King returned. The Queen usuall left at 10 am, 2 hours after the King leaves the room.

or her private study room. Though she visits the room at various times in the day.

or the private chapel in the palace. She usually was in there alone except for her chaplain, her secretary and her chief bodyguard.

or of course the gardens. the gardens of the palace were vast and lonely. there were tall trees and bushes everwhere providing much cover. the queen follows the same route, she has been doing so for the past year. Marie had included a map of the gardens as well as the route marked upn it in the papers.

Marie sighed one final time and printed the sheet out. She had to reach the sweet shop at the end of Macquaries Road by sundown where she had to leave the sheet of paper inside a long bun on display in front of the shop. Hopefully those meant to get it would take it before someone else snatches the bun accidentally. She shuddered, the consequences would be terrifying if it did happen.

Tren looked at Hume Naveiyrre suspiciously. " Can you do this or not ?" he asked firmly.

Hume snorted. " We will do it. You have nothing to worry about. We to are anxious to see this bitch dead. She has long been a thorn in our plans and curse that damned intellect and brains of hers" he replied venemously.

" Good . Remember no clues and nothing that can be trace back to us." Tren reminded the hard assasin forcefully.

Hume flicked him off with the middle finger.

Tren clenched his fists. Calm down he told himself. Do not get youtrself into trouble. The National Syndicate has as much to lose as you do. Tren snorted. At least he hoped so.

He nodded and immediately left the room and went downstairs to the Drunken Bones Pub. He lifted his hood and hurriedly rushed outside into the bustling streets. The streets were filled with people returning home after a day's work. He frowned and hope that Marie had managed to leave the message at the shop.

He contemplated the meeting that had just took place. Hume and his men should move on the plan in a few days time and hopefully by the morning after that the the Minister for Internal Security would be dead in her home . Though Carelia Alvaras was not favourable to the heretics but she had made it no secret that she did not like them either.

At least her death would cast more suspicions on the heretics and cast them in a very very bad light. Besides that of course, he had one less personal opponent to face. He snorted.

Carelia would certainly pay this time, she and her entire family.

That would show her. She would never have the chance to humiliate him again as she did constantly , when she always takes the chance to remind him and others of the time when after sleeping with him, she had decided that she had tired of him and thus, tied him to the bed while he was asleep and threw him and the bed onto the main street.

Tren cursed. He did not want to go through that shame again. Well at least now she would never have the chance to do so. Not in the afterlife at least. He smiled to himself.

She will die after being tortured by Hume and his men and her entire family will die before her very eyes. Painfully. Slowly. Unforgivingly. Alone. Miserably. Shamefully.

Tren smiled. He would have a good nights sleep when that was done. Finally he can give it to a woman without being reminded of Carelia. He smiled once more. Vengeance was sweet indeed.

Danilo Sarekh bowed for Carelia Alvaras in her office. He was in a bad mood as usual, when he entered the Ministry of Interior and Security, once he and the much older woman Carelia had been lovers, but Carelia had never really cared about him, she had never really cared about any man. The fact that she nowadays only viewed him as a usual subordinate made him very angry. he was the Chief of the Secret Police and the cousin of the King.
"What kind of errand do you want me to run, madame Minister?"
"I want you to spy on the King's foreign girlfriend, I want to know anything about that lady who call herself queen".
"Why would I do that, the King is already irritated that you and your fellow ministers treat her poorly."
"You do understand, she follows a foreign religion and might very well be a foreign spy. it's simply a matter of National Security. You're supposed to be the Chief of the Secret Police, use your brain for once."
"Right, I'll do as you say as usual. Not because I want to, but because I don't want to face the consequences of not following you orders. Anything else you want to know about?"
"Yes, they say she's very beautiful, the queen, I have just seen glimpses of her. I want to know if it really is true".
"Jealous, eh....?"
"You're dismissed", Carelia sneezed with a tone of contempt.

As Danilo left the Ministry he swore for himself. Not only had he the troublesome assignment to watch over that pope, no also the queen. It was troublesome times indeed.

An Interview with Imre Nagvar

"I was as thrilled as anyone when the leader of the violent opposition movement in Bardar; Imre Nagvar, immortal mahdi of the National Syndicate agreed to an interview. I can't really comment on the place nor the environment of my surrounding during the interview, since Imre Nagvar is wanted by the Bardarian police for countless of crimes. However seeing the man who is able to direct such violent deeds was heart thrilling. His eyes seemed somehow wild, and when I really took a good look at him I got the feeling he was more a wild animal than a human being.
HS: So you are the feared leader of the National Syndicate, Imre Nagvar?
Nagvar: Yes, I am the immortal mahdi of Bardar.
HS: The Royal Government of Bardar want you arrested for many violent massacres on innocent Bardarians, and it's no secret they suspect your involvement in the murder of the former Foreign Minister Oslaus Berdin. How do you answer to these charges?
Nagvar: I have never ordered the death of innocents, only of shameless traitors of this nation, who denounce the salvation and support the corrupt monarchy and their foreign agents. As for that murder of Berdin, well he got what he deserved, for all his acts of treasons commited by him and the other monarchists.
HS: In the matter of fact the Royal Government of Bardar call you a traitor, a man who leads an unholy war against the Church of Bardar and the monarchy, institutions installed by the Gods, according to Bardarian religion.
Nagvar: Lies! These people installed themselves after the War of Liberation and stole the liberty the people of Bardar had been fighting for, I was chosen by the Gods, as promised by the great prophets to save the Bardarian nation, and I won't give in to these traitors.
HS: Recently, the Royal Government together with all the 11 National Clans have pushed for emancipation of the Catholic minority, a move you have wildly criticized. Why are you so against emancipation of religious minorities?
Nagvar: There's only one true religion for Bardarians, the Royal Government have decided to emancipate a false religion full of traitors and foreign spies, it's like they'll deliberately are trying to destroy our nation. This is the worst perversion in the history of our people. This is genocide, it's murder of the true Bardarian soul.
HS: Sure the ethnic cleansing and forced re-education plans carried out by the PFF during their 50 years occupation of Bardar was worse.
Nagvar: The Opressors were only strengthening the Bardarian nation and our will to fight, true, these godless murderers was a disaster for the Bardarian nation, but it was the Liberation War that created the strong Bardarian people. Even the traitors in Baradech would agree to that, and still they are doing all to undo our great battle for freedom, I tell you, the only solution for the future of Bardar is the Great Society the prophets taught us, the final society that will give the Bardarians social equality and spiritual serenity, a society without the Clans, the Families and the Monarchy. A society with one Nation, one Syndicate and one Immortal Mahdi.

That was my interview with the leader of the Bardarian opposition movement. I hope this will educate the people of the free world about the threat a unstable Bardar presents.
Hans Steiner,
New York Times

Danilo Sarkh murmured. The audience with his cousin, the king had gone as expected, the increase of Secret Police personal in the Castle had been explained as security reasons to strengthen the security of the court. It was of course important that the king had no idea the Secret Police was spying on that woman who called herself queen. A foreigner, a Christian, probably a spy. All things that made this mission important. But he swore silent to himself, he knew whom he was working for, certainly not the Government of Bardar, but a single minister; Carelia Alvaras. That woman had too much leverage over him. As Danilo left the palace he got a call from one of his associates, a known brute called Hume, one that Danilo himself had ordered to be watched had been seen in the Government District. Danilo immidiately ordered the arrest, he would like to know what that kind of man was doing in the rich parts of the city.

Hume smiled slowly as though he had all the time in the world.

" And why should I answer you ? After all you would only kill me. Thats all. Hahahaha ..." Hume answered the man in front of him.

Special Liutenant Raven Karnoy lashed out angrily by slamming Hume's head against the wall behind.

"Tell me who are you working for. Tell me why were you in the Government District yesterday. Tell me or you will suffer." Raven shouted in Hume's ears.

Hume laughed inwardly. This stupid officer was wasting his time shouting and beating him up. The officer was merely wasting his own energy. After all it was not as if he would be telling the officer anything. Nothing at all.

He also knew where he was. Though he had been unconcious when they brought him in, he had been here beore, in disguise of course. He and his men knew every exit and every safety precaution here in the Tahks Baan Maximum Security Detention Centre. It would be tough but it would be possible.

Well even if the breakout failed, he had other means to stop them from getting too creative in torturing him. He did indeed have a few cards up his sleeve so too speak. He smile again. Not that he had any literal sleeve to wear. They had stripped him and whipped him as soon as he awoke. He smiled humorously again at his little joke.

After all he did enjoy his job. What was probably the biggest job of his life had been completed before these 'officers' had arrested him on the back alleys of Johanu Street.

He laughed again to the outrage of Liutenant Raven. The officer once more bashed Hume's head repeatedly with a shock stick. Hume flinched again and again as the irritating baton hit him. He smiled inwardly at the sight that was in his mind. The sight of Carelia Alvaras on the floor of her bedroom, naked and bloodied was more than enough to sustain him through whatever these feeble officers could throw against him.

Touluse Evahny closed his eyes briefly at the scene of murder. He took a deep breath and instantly regreted it, choking over the foul stench of dried blood that was present all over the room. His now open eyes looked over the mockery of a body now on the floor in front of the magnificent bed. What was once Carelia Alvaras the Minister of Internal Security was now a humiliated, shamed and wrecked cold corpse.

The poor woman had been repeatedly raped with what seemed like sharp thick objects. Certainly she was not raped naturally. She had also been whipped and there were strange circular like marks each about an inch thick all over her body, about 52 of them so far that had been counted. Blood still oozed from the countless wounds. The entire carpet had been saoked in it. One of her eyes had been gouged and a ear had been ripped off.

He shuddered at the gruesome scene. Turning around he heard several officers vomiting outside the room. He asked the officer beside him, " What about the rest of the family ? The husband, the two daughters and the son ? ".

Special Investigative Corporal Yewly Morne shook her head sadly. " All of them had been shot at least 1o times each all over the body and all showed signs of rape. All were found nude. There are also signs that the husband and the daughters died of severe trauma to the head but the son it is assumed that he died due to dismembrement."

" What ? No no no ... How ... Who...But ..ahh . you .. No no . .but why ? " he spluttered. " Who would do such things ? ".

" We have no idea sir. Not yet. But an officer did find this." she replied.

Touluse looked at the small object in her outstretched hand. It was a small badge in the of a boar crossed with twin swords. He frowned. What was the insignia of the rebel assasin group doing here ? Were they involved in this foul murder ? Maybe. Well if it were them, they would pay for what they did to his darling Carelia. He would hunt them down to the corners of the earth for what they did to his baby, his devout and faithful lover.

Somewhere deep under the streets of Baradech a mysterious woman met with a mysterious man both wearing long coats with cloaks to hide their identity.
The woman: Thanks for the warning, Agent Papa, I had no idea the Ring still cared enough to help me.
The man: The Opium Ring always care for it's own, Agent Foxtrot, Mr. X would not abandon one of his agents in distress even if she had given up the life as a member for politics. You are one of our closest allies inside the Bardarian government after all.
The woman: I am just glad I was able to find a double in time. These foreigners will have to pay for this.
The man: So what are your plans now?
The woman: I will lay low for a while, it's better for everyone to think I am dead, does it bother you if I hang out in the Opium Ring hideout.
The man: If you have nothing against Yawgalians it's more than fine. It's ages since I had the company of an intelligent woman.

With these words the man and the woman started to walk through the underground tunnels together.

Danilo Sarekh was terrified when he heard about the murder of Carelia Alvaras. these foreigners were indeed a great danger to the security of the Bardarian government, but what else could you expect from heathens. While he felt a certain feeling of freedom he also felt a strong sense of pain. he would miss Carelia, that was for sure. He wondered if that queen woman was involved somehow, perhaps he would have to try to convince his cousin that she should be taken in as a suspect. But, on the other hand he knew his cousin wouldn't listen. He immediately decided to move that Hume character to the Great Gate, a secret prison far from Baradech, on where no one escaped from alive. He would also make a raid at the new pope's office, just to make sure the Bardarian Catholics were not involved, but when it came to dirty heathens you couldn't be careful enough. He should perhaps go to the Great Gate himself to interrogate Hume. That could turn out to be fun.

Hume was roughly woken up by the officers.

He rose at once from the meagre bed and wondered what the ruckus was all about.

Officer Raven stood just outside the cell door. " Hah ! Get up now ! and get changed . " the bufoon shouted.

Hume asked suspiciously, " Why should I ? Where am I going ?". This could be bad.

"Haha !! Our chief has decided to move you immediately to the Great Gate. Did you know Carelia Alvaras was found dead and our chief is sure that you must have been involved. Hah !". Raven replied happily.

Hume looked back neutrally." Really ? As if that bitch was ever worth it."

Raven swore and stamped way.

Hume told himself calm down, calm down. Think think. This was not good. No one had broken out of the Great Gate before. he had to escape now before thay came for him. He estimated that he had 5 minutes to go.

Hurriedly, Hume took off the gray shirt they had provided him with and instantly reached up to the underside of his right arm. He rubbed the skin gently for a while and slowly, an area of skin about 2 inches wide peeled off. He gently lifted a thin silverish piece of metal hidden under that fake skin and moved towards the door.

He then used the high tech metal to unlock the door. Click ... it went. Yes, Hume was undoubtedly happy. Hume grabbed his shirt , put it on and instantly moved out of his cell cautiously. The entire corridoe was empty and the cameras were non existent in this wing he knew.

He moved don the corridor and opened the last door on the left side. It was a security room that was empty as he knew befor this except for Officer Garand.

Garand looked up. " Hume ! What took you so long ? They are coming for you soon." he exclaimed panicky.

Hume said " I know ok. Now just help me get out. Now " .

They both got up and after dressing in the prisonb guards uniform, Hume and his younger brother left the room.

They quickly headed out of the corridors into the main section of the wing. There Hume walked cautiously watching the reactions of the other guards. Not one seemed tor eact to him.

They now approached the side gate of the prison. Yes, Hume thought just a little bit more. A little bit more and he was out.

Danilo Sarekh approached the two guards coming out of the main entrance of Tahks Baan, one of them looked suspicously foreign.
"Identification and password, please" he asked, but before the guards had the chance to anser Danilo had recognized Hume's face and immidiately pushed the alarm button that only needed on click on his cellphone to go off. The traitor, the Bardarian guard tried to overcome Danilo, but the Chief of Police was an expert in Bardarian wrestling and easily wresteld him down. Without a hint of mercy Danilo reached for his knife and slit the traitor's throat. Now he turned to Hume with a murderos smile, meanwhile the prison guards entered the scene.

Hume watched in numbness as a man that looked suspiciously like the Chief of the Secret Police wrestled and slit the throat of his brother.

The man, Danilo Sarekh looked at him with a smile on his face.

Hume returned the smile gladly. The bastard frowned, confused at his reaction.

HUme thought, Danilo might be cold and cruel, but he Hume was heartless and soulless. It was time he thought. He did not want to die frankly. No one wanted to. But everyone had to at some point or another. Hume did not want to die now, now that he was in the midst of completing several fun assasinations. He would miss the work. He would miss working for the National Syndicate. He would miss his brother and mother. He would miss wine, food and the drugs. He would miss the men and women that worked under him. He would also miss the prostitute he visited every week at Luminar Street. He would miss the sweet smooth body of the boy he had sex with every week. He smiled once more. He hoped someone would take care of him.

But now for Danilo. " That was rather quick of you. I never expected you to be that fast. I had heard in the past that you were rather .um slow .. in bed ..Haha ..".

Danilo clenched his teeth and swore." You will die Hume for what you did".

" Who me ? Die ? Haha ... Well, we all die. Very much like Carelia did. Slow, painful and bloody. Hahahahahaha". Hume replied smugly.

Danilo let loose a shriek of outrage.

Hume took one step closer as the guards streamed all around them. " We are always a step ahead of you. We have help from places you cannot even begim imagine. If you were to kill one of us, another two more will rise to replace us. We cannot be defeated. And we will win. Your king and his government of cowards and idiots will all be wshed away in the coming storm. It has started with Carelia. Now it will continue pn with you.".

' Say goodbye to your men Danilo." It is time, Hume thought.

As Danilo frowned and glanced about suspiciously, Hume muttered a quick prayer to the underworld and the spirits.

Hume reached to the base of his neck and pressed a small round object hidden under his skin there. He immediately leaped for Danilo and grabbing hold oh Danilo held him tightly.

Danilo had tried to cut him and indeed he felt the knife plunge into him. Not that he meant to attack him. Hume merely jumped on Danilo and despite the knife, grabbed Danilo and held on.

Three. Four. Five. Hume counted. Hume thought that indeed he had lived a good life and at least he exited life with a bang. A huge bang indeed.

Danilo Sarekh and Hume Naveiyrre both exploded in a blast of liquid fire. The concentrated liquids that flowed in Hume blood had been activated by the small object and following the force of Hume colliding into Danilo as well as the dozens of bulles that struck the Hume's back moments after he had jumped, the concentrated liquid explosive mixed of triacetone triperoxide, hydrogen peroxide and nitroglycerin provided a huge fiery explosion.

As the many bits and pieces of Danilo Sarekh and Hume exploded and splattered all over the courtyard. The guards were also blown backwards by the force of it.

Those nearby the prison watched in wonder as plumes of smoke and tongues of flame reached high into the sky. What they did not know was that there were less one Chief of Secret Police and less one National Syndicate assasin in Bardar.

Emergency Cabinet meeting;

Dr. Hazel Zum rushed to the meeting, the news of the deaths of Carelia Alvaras and Danilo Sareks was spreading like wildfire through Baradech, one of the most influential government ministers and the king's cousin were dead. At the meeting he saw that Prime Minister Asmolach was in a bad mood.
"Someone is making fun of the royal government", Asmolach murmured. "We have to deal with this quickly".
"This is indeed a grave matter", Prince Orol Sarekh answered, "anyone doubt this is Imre Nagvar's doing?"
"It all began with my poor cousin Oslaus Berdin", Izakh Berdin answered, "of course it's Imre Nagvar that is behind all this, we need to act now befor he kills anyone else".
"Engaging Imre Nagvar would mean civil war", Dr. Hazel Zum hesitated, "I miss Carelia too, you know that, but if we move against the National Syndicate we will draw this nation in to civil war, you remember our last war, it ended with the Opressors trying to invade again."
"Comrade Raskol is dead", General Pridos Konstant sneezed, "they don't have anyone with guts left, they are falling apart, I don't think we have to worry against the Opressors."
"This is however something we need the King's permission to do", Prime Minister Asmolach said, "anyone agreeing on that we will ask the king for permission to take out Imre Nagvar?"
"Aye", all the Cabinet Members answered.

When Dr. Hazel Zum left the meeting he knew hard and violent times were facing Bardar again.

National Syndicate establish Roadblock

"Northeast of Baradech not far from Lake Bardar the National Syndicate have established a roadblock. it's said that they force all who want to pass to aknowledge Imre Nagvar as an immortal mahdi or lose their lives. All who bear crosses and other symbols of foreign religions are killed on spot. A spokesman from the National Syndicate said this is just the first roadblock, others will come all to purify this nation from heathens, heretics and traitors, and only leave the true patriots that want to fight for a better Bardar. Bardarian military sources don't want to comment if there will be any military response. The pope of the Bardarian Catholic Church has called the National Syndicate a dangerous movement of National Socialism, and hope the Royal Government will protect all cititzens, both those following the Bardarian religion and the Catholics of Bardar."

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

The sniper had found his target. The man called Trent, the one Don Alejandro wanted dead was in sight. For the sniper taking lives was natural, and the Opium Ring was a good employer, they always paid as they had promised. Soon the sniper would habe taken another life, and once again get paid for his works. It was as simple as that.

OOC: i assume that trent is actually and one and the same as Tren the minister for mining ???
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Darvan Mikawa wiped his blade clean of the blood and brain matter. He crouched where he was for a moment and then slowly crept across the rooftops and down the stairs.

He had done his job. Protecting the Minister of Energy and Mining was seemingly getting to become a harder job. Now someone seemed to want to kill him. Darvan frowned. He should be payed more now.

Of course due to the death of Hume he had the opportunuty to now rise in the ranks, but wait. Well maybe he will stick around and do what he had been contracted to do. Protect the Minister. It would be fun.

Now that the Opium Ring was involved. He liked them. They threw a good challenge but of course they were largely a bunch of incompetent fools. Take the sniper assasin upstairs for example, he did not even notive Darvam until darvan had crept up behind him and tapped him on his shoulders. Of course then sticking the knife through his forehead was simple enough.

He smiled.

" Well we just have to take more precautions next time , right ?". Marie asked.

" Yes of course. What other choice do we have ?" Tren answered bitterly, still shaking from his near assasination.

" Though I think that the Opium Ring would still try to kill me to revenge Carelia death. She was a member you know, when she was younger." Tren added.

Marie nodded.

" Have you received any news from the Knights templar yet ? ". Tren asked carefully.

With a sigh, Marie replied. " No. No messages have been received yet.".

This time Tren simply nodded instead.

" Well what with Danilo and Carelia dead, the Cabinet is petitioning the King to declare civil war on the National Syndicate.".

Marie asked curiously, " Do you think the King will like it ? ".

" Like it ? It is as if he has any other choice. Plus, Asmolach can be one huge pain in the ass you know. ", Tren answered.

He fell silent.

Marie broke the silence by asking, " So do we still continue to wreak havoc?".

"What ? Do we ? Of course. Do not be silly. ". Tren replied incredulously.

Tren, added, ' You know what to do. Move against General Mitahr. He must be eliminated. He is in charge of the National Bardarian Air Force. We do not want him involved in this. Get Lima to do the job."

"Yes, of course. Umm are you sure you want Lima ?" Marie enquired.

"Yes yes. Lima is good in what she does. She will do the job well enough.", Tren answered impatiently.

Lima leaned over the warm body of the muscled gray haired man she was sleeping with.

She smiled seductively at him.

General Mitahr smiled back. Lima wondered if men were that easy to seduce. One chance encounter in the foyer downstaris and now 3 days later she was in his bed for the third time. Oh well, at least it made her job way easier. And she got to enjoy the job too while executing her oreders.

The general was a man that liked beautiful women. What with her looks and ..umm assets, she was doubly attractive to him.

She slowly moved her hands down the man's body.

General Mitahr groaned softly. She smiled once more at him and then as her hand grabbed hold of his erect organ, he groaned even more.

She gave a small fake laugh and started pleasuring him.

As the minutes ticked by and the the sounds of groans and whimpers grew louder and louder and more frantic , at 1 in the morning, there was a soft muffled noise, like a thump. The room fell quiet soon after that.

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The bodyguards who had to break down the door to General Mitahr's bedchambers due to the general not answering frantic calls for him to come out, walked in to discover the a gruesome sight.

The poor man's head had been shot at close range, immediately evident by the dried marks of half his brain matter splattered across the chamber walls. The general had died with his eyes rolled backwards and with his body exposed nude. It seemed that the someone had killed him while he was sleeping or had taken him by surprise.

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Lima meanwhile had escaped long before the gruesome discovery and was now living somewher in Bardar under a tottally different identity and face. Never to be seen again.

A anonymous letter, that was unusual. Dr. Hazel Zum remembered getting these sometimes when Carelia was alive and she wanted something done. Carefully he opened the letter, to his surprise it was written in Carelia's handwriting. The message was clear, "There is a traitor in the Cabinet, investigate the junior ministers". Dr. Zum sighed, through some miracle it seemed Carelia was aliva and still pulling the strings from somewhere. If there was a traitor in the cabinet, the junior ministers would be a good bet, the senior ministers all came from the 6 Great Families and were clearly monarchists, while the junior ministers, or the ministers of less important ministries usually came from the lower class. Among them there could very well be a traitor. Dr. Zum wondered how he would investigate this matter, his ministry had no resources like this, the Secret Police was corrupt, everyone knew that, Danilo Sarekh had not been a model cititzen. As he thought he came to the conclusion there was one man with this kind of resources, General Pridos Konstant, the Minister of Defence.

Bardarian military conquer National Syndicate roadblock;

"The road block established by the National Syndicate was retaken by Bardarian military yesterday, a message from Prime Minister Asmolach declared that the roads will remain open with the help of military and police, and all attempts to establish further road blocks will be punished. The military has not given any answers to our question about casualties, but some shephers in the area reportes hearing gunfire at the time the roadblocks were retaken."

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

"Do we carry on with the plan ?" asked Shar Venarum, the newly appointed leader of Bloody Bones assasination squad asked his leader.

" Yes." came the curt reply, " we carry on as usual", at this, Novox X, the most notorious and elusive assasin in the history of Badar entered into the pool of light in the centre of the room. As usual, Novox X was in disguise, in the tight black full body outfit that made no noise whatsoever, that was completed with a long flowing black cloak and hood.

"You have been briefed on the plan. I have total confidence in your ability. I only hope I am not mistaken about that." Novox X continued in his ..or maybe even her base monotone voice, that held no inflection in it.

"Yes, master. I will do as you command".

Shar left the secret chamber and entered a smaller room along the corridor. There two assasins blindfolded him and guided him through a series of long complicated passages , where when they finally left him, he was mildly surprised to discover that he was at the back alley of West Lights Street.

He then proceeded to the meeting place to give the go ahead to their newest series of assasination plans. But this time he will not be caught. The assasins were much more careful this time and they had much more sinister plans hidden up their every sleeve.

An item on the news caught his attention. Tren frowned and increased the volume of the radio.

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" It seems that the bloody murders of prominent and important Bardarian figures have not ended with the death of Hume, a notorious and evil assasin that died in his regretfully succesful murder of the of a government official earlier this week. Now the Police have released separate statements that have confirmed the brutal and horrible murders of 5 new victims.

First, is the assasination of the Chief General of the Bardarian Royal Air Force. General Mitahr was found cruelly murdered by a shot to the head in his private accomodations yesterday morning.

Secondly, is the murder of the exalted former Prime Minister Lichia Khunandi. The most respected ex-prime minister was stabbed 15 times in her upper body at her spa retreat this morning. She had attempted to put a strugle but it seemed that she has failed. No one had noticed any suspicious or unknown individual in and around the spa retreat.

Next, is the discovery of the body of the Mayor of Pesche, Hasum Zum who had earilier this month banned the construction of a new catholic Church. After missing for 3 days, his body was found rotting in the sewers underneath the city. Police have confirmed that it was not a murder due to robbery as extensive signs of torture had been found on his body.

Also, District Chief Police, Varostas Sarekh the younger brother of the official murdered earlier this week was found murdered near his home 2 hours ago. Initial forensic examinations have uncovered signs that the Police Chief may have died due to serious emotional trauma and body shock due to multiple entry and multiple initiated forced rape by an estimated number of about 9 men. The Police Chief was found naked just outside his home and had been dead for only about an hour or so. The saddest thing is that his aged mother discovered his body and due to the shock, died of massive coronary heart attack.

The last murder to be reported this evening is that of the murder of Trikaos Asmolach. Trikaos was the youngest son of the current Bardarian Prime Minister and formerly held the position of Chief Government Spokesperson. Trikaos was found brutally beaten to death outside the famed Mondorva Delights restaurant on West Lights Street. No one had been seen to leave his body there but the Police can confirm that he has died to due multiple serious and horrific blunt force trauma to the head and other vital body organs.

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Tren smiled happily. AT least the , murders of Mitahr and th younger Sarekh had been succesfully completed as per the contract he had formerly agreed with Hume, before he died.

"Listen carefully and inform your master of this. The minister I work for has just held a secret meeting that even I am not permitted to attend. I do not know what they had intended to dicuss but I do know three things. Listen carefully. One, he met with Dr. Hazel Zum. Secondly, I had eavesdropped in on the meeting by the bug I had planted beneath his office table, and as it can only function for 1 minute at a time, in order to foil the regular electronic sweep of the office every 5 minutes, but from what I had heard, it was concerning possible traitors and spies in the Royal Government Cabinet itself. Thirdly, I heard a name that struck me as odd, Carelia Alvaras. I have no idea why but thay were talking as though she was still alive. There thats all I know. Now, I have to go. remember to inform your master of this, whoever he or she is ". The disguised man who had been talking left the dark room inh a hurry.

" Ahhh ..things are proceeding as planned. So they have now received the letter. And suspicions have fallen on members of the Cabinet itself. Most likely the junior non- royalist ministers. But then again anything is possible At least the Cabinet is worried. But why Dr. Hazel Zum ? The Dr. is an academic. " the woman who the previous man had been talking spoke aloud to the seemingly empty room. The woman who wore a red mask that was made of some kind of unknown smooth metal frowned for a moment and continued saying," Tell my master indeed, as if I had and will ever have a master. Do you believe him, as in what he had said ?".

The dark room seemed to be still for a moment, before the man who had been quiet all along, standing silently in the far right corner spoke in a soft slow voice, " It is hard to tell. But I personally do. I do believe him. The man was not lying, that I can tell. But the most interesting piece of information is that Carelia seems to be still alive. Wait, I know that Hume reported that he had killed her, but she is as crafty as the best of us." . The man who wore black cloak on the outside admitted slowly.

"True". the red masked woman admitted unhappily.

" Also, we have to be careful with her. She is, if still alive our most dangerous opponent and she will always be. We need to find her at once and put an end to her once and for all. But indeed, it is good news that the ministers are in disarray. As for Hazel, I knew Hazel once, never underestimate the good academic. He was rather fond of Carelia you know. No, Not loved her but just fond of her as a colleague. She could have contacted him as it would be the last thing anyone would have thought about. Also, we will have to let Tren know of this. To be careful, he must be told to be."

The woman frowned once more. " Must we ? Oh well I will make sure one of the dumb slimes in the national Syndicate tells him that. Or maybe even arrange for a Knight Templar to tell him. The knights have not replied to him you know." she added.

"As a matter of fact. I do know. And yes I agree woth your sugegstion. Get a Knight to tell him so. Besides that, did you know that the investigators in the Carelia case has decided to interrogate the Queen ? " the man in thr room's corner asked.

" What ? No , of course not. They did.? The King would not be happy.". the woman repleid surprised.

" Hah. Unhappy is an understatement. He has also just recently signed an order to arrest two of the investigators in charge under claims of treachery to the Crown. The man really loves his woman. " the man answered with an almost gleeful tone.

The woman smiled, " That would do some good. That would throw all those ministers plotting for the Queen's death into further confusion and fear.I am sure Novox X would gladly take advantage of the situation".

The man simply smiled at the woman in the red mask ans said " Novox X will not dare do anything that we have not permitted in the first place.".

The woman replied worriedly, "But he is partial to us isnt he? Not that he poses much harm to us. No matter how good he is. We are collectively more powerful than he is.".

The man said, " Yes we are more powerful than Novox X. But we need
his skills and his men to do the job for us. And remember, you might have to work more closely with him if the Council decides to let him join us."

The woman spat on the floor in disgust.

Two days after the meeting with General Pridos Konstant Dr. Hazel Zum got a message that summoned him to the General's office;
General Konstant; You have probably heard about the murder spree?
Dr. Zum; How could I not, poor Asmolach, he had always thought Trikalos was best suited of his son to succeed him as both Patriarch and Prime Minister.
General Konstant; A tragedy indeed, however I have made an investigation, what about the Minister of Mining
Dr. Zum; I don't know him well, he's a junior minister, was his name Tren?
General Konstant; I have found out interresting stuff about this Tren, did you know he is from New Baradech.
Dr. Zum; Many Junior Ministers are, probably picked by the Northstar Corporation, their influences are strong near the oil fields.
General Konstant; He is indeed a Northstar choice, which means he is a Belschaft choice, and the Belschafts listen to Karim Huswari....
Dr. Zum;.... who once was a member of the National Syndicate!
General Konstant; You see, there are some very suspicious ties, also I have been wondering if a Foreign Power might be involved?
Dr. Zum; Stevid?
General Konstant; No, they wouldn't cooperate with nagvar, they know that if he wins, everyone wearing a cross would be decapitated.
Dr. Zum; Then, who??
General Konstant; Yeah, then who could it be who pulls the string. That is what Carelia want us to find out!

National Syndicate behind a new massacre;

"The small Catholic village of Johannish, just a few miles south of Baradech was attacked by armed members of the National Syndicate yesterday. Only a few refugees were able to escape, and their description of men and women wearing red bandannas charging in to the village fit any description of the National Syndicate. Police has found that most corpses; men, women and children have been decapitated, which also fit the pattern of National Syndicate behaviour. It seems like Imre Nagvar's followers has become more violent recently. A spokesman from the National Syndicate praised the vigorous act of patriots and lovers of the nation, and blessed the great mahdi for any deaths of believers in the false Carpenter God."

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

OOC: more will come later .. cheers ...
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Tren thought about his life now. How on earth was he to cope ? Now he had just got a message from the Knights Templar that he had to be careful as senior cabinet ministers were checking members of the cabinet on suspicions that there might be traitors. He took a deep breath. Well he had no choice but to cover his tracks more carefully now. Maybe he could even arrange a near miss assasination or something.

OOC: Any signs of Stevid lately??

IC: Carelia Alvaras had not really wanted to leave Bardar and Don Alejandro's villa in the Yawgalian Autonomous Province, but hers she was in France of all places. First she had traveled to Elzariah to meet up with Agent Charlie, one of the Executive Agents of the Opium Ring, and from her, the agent was indeed a woman, she got the location of Mr. X:s headquarters, a Medieval castle near Dijon, France. Surrounded by wine yards the castle looked majestic, probably from the 1200s. Carelia had always had a soft spot for European architecture. She had been quite surprised when she heard that the leader of the Opium Ring, one of the largest Criminal Networks in the world was indeed Marquis de la Tremoille, one of the most noted philanthropists in the world.

She met the marquis in his study, in one of the highest towers in the castle. He looked a lot younger that one would think a man of his age would.
Carelia; It's an honour to finally meet, Mr. X.
the Marquis; Oh, please, you can call me Pierre.
Carelia; You do understand I wouldn't try to contact you if it wasn't important. I am a little bit surprised you even invited me, few of your subordinates know your identity.
Pierre: Oh, I just wanted to see the famous Carelia Alvaras with my own eyes, well to business, in your country, one of the greatest suppliers of opium in the world, someone with connections to a foreign government is helping those a group of maniacs that would love to stop the supply, am I right?
Carelia: Yes, that's correct, one of Nagvar's goals is to stop immoral actions like opium plantations.
Pierre: My network is global and one hear a lot, have you heard a nation called Avarahn?
Carelia: That's the first time I hear about them.
Pierre: They have been very active in questions related to Bardar lately, they are some kind of religious freaks, can't remember which religion it was, but it doesn't matter. So many nations in the world, don't you think? One easily mix them up.
Carelia: So you think the government of Avarahn could have something to do with all these assassinations?
Pierre: Possible, they have been a little bit too interested in your nation lately, that's all.
Carelia: Well, thanks for the info, I had a feeling the legendary leader of the Opium Ring would know what's going on, I better hurry home to Bardar.
Pierre: I have already planned a safe route for you, you'll be back at Alejandro's villa in no time. Oh, and please don't reveal my identity to the Don, it's better he doesn't know who I am.
Carelia: I understand.

As Carelia left the castle she was thrilled, she had never thought she would meet one of his kind, and survive the meeting.

OOC: terribly sorry. Stuff happening all over the place both RL and NS that required most of my attention. I'm working on a reply fellas.

Lady Isabelle Du Mont, Countess of the Yellow Fields stooped to pick up a red flower that had fallen to the ground. She was alone in her private gardens back in her home estates in Laierien after 3 harrowing weeks in the Imperial Parliament of Avarahn. As she stood up, she breathed in the frersh scented air of the gardens.

She smiled and shook her head. 3 weeks in Parliament would drain you of your apprciation of anything beautiful and enjoyable. She looked up at the blue skies above.

" My lady", Marcus Long interrupted her.

"Yes, Marcus ?" "What is it this time ?" she answered with a tired note in her voice.

" Sorry milady, but Baron George Hashim Ismail is here to see you. He says that it is urgent" Marcus said with a frown.

Isabell suppressed a surge of excitement. She told Marcus that she would be coming and she immediately rushed to her chambers to freshen up.

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The Baron Rat Rouge or Lord George Ismail as was his name got up from his chair as Lady Isabelle walked in. He smiled at her. As always, the Countess Yellow Fields was resplendent and hauntingly beautiful. Today she was dressed in a long white undergown, on top of which she wore a silver semi transparent silk dress with a gold sash around her waist. Her eyes were accented with kohl and her face powdered. Her long gold hair on the other hand was artfully braided in several braids at the back.

He clamped down on his desire for her and immediately greetd her as appropriate.

Isabell Du Mont smiled at George and sat down on one of the chairs in the room. "So what is so urgent that you have to come here in person ?", sdhe asked playfully.

George smiled back and said , " It is about our plans in Bardar".

Isabelle smiled in anticipations. " Yes ? What about our plans there ? Is it all going on well ?".she aske eagerly.

George smile at her. " Yes indeed it is. The Council members in Bardar say that they have managed to assasinate at least one minister and several other prominent figures including the son of the Bardarian Prime Minister.".

Isabell laughed in joy. " Finally, our plans have come to fruition. So, what next ? How are we going to put an end to the Opium Rings' dominance in Bardar ?".

George said " Well the rest of the Council says that they feel you should start attending the meetings again".

" But I cant ? Well I would like to but I cannot afford to cast any suspicions on my whereabouts? The rest of the Council should know that.". Isabelle answered hotly.

" Yes, Isabelle but they need you to be there to make decisions. More members are leaving Avarahn in order to better condcut operations in and around Bardar.".

"And you ? What about you ? ". Isabell asked.

Geortge aswered " I very well cannot go to Bardar but I am being appointed ambassador there next week."

Isabell was shocked, " But how did you get that appointment ? The Emperor dose not really like you even. How ? Do we now have people near the Emperor to manipulate him ?".

George scoffed, " Please, the Emperor is too smart for that. He does not suspect a thing. He and the rest of his government and the nobility must not know. If not they will simple most likely hand us over to the foul Bardarians. But to answer you , yes we have someone tha has great influence over Duke Hazarin's closest advisor.".

" Does the Duke suspect? You know that he is careful in choosing his advisors.".

Goerge replied, " No, not a thing. Our man there is known only to the advisor in question."

'Ahh I see.".Isabell replied.

Emperor Chrissahn Serention 1 of Avarahn scowled unhappily. " I am worried about these recent events in Bardar. They all seem to be connected some how to my Empire. And I do not like that."

Earl Paul Aung Kee Yung grimaced, " Yes your majesty. But we do not have any reports that anyone in the Government is involved in it.".

" Huh, it would not be the first time that my nobles and officials simply involve themselves in matter of no concern to them. Release a memorandum to all , tell them that under my expilcit orders, none of them are to be involved in this Bardarian bussiness. It is bad enought that I have a niece there that seems to be smack in the middle of it".

"Yes your majesty." the Earl answered

Delyi Sarekh , Chief Elder of the Ascuil National Clan one of the great clans of Bardar and also granduncle to the deceased Sarekh brothers shook in fear at the sight in front of him.

At least 50 members of the National Syndicate had attacked and surrounded the delegation of cars he and his family was travelling in. Their guard detail of about 15 men had tried to put up a fight but they were simply overwhelmed.

Elder Delyi was not one to be afraid. he knew that this day would come. The day when the radical extremists ihn Bardar would target him . he knew that it was a risk being one of the first clans to readmit the Catholics in again. But he firmly beleived that it was the right thing to do. Though he did not regret it, he knew that now, he and his beloved family would have to pay for his resolute beliefs.

Aundrie Murman, the leader of the National Syndicate bandits grabbed his youngest granddaughter and dragged her towards him. he wept for his grandchildren and treid to beg for mercy.

But alas, to no avail. The National Syndicate terrorists ripped of her dress and violently raped her for all to see. The shameful and heart breaking actions took place over half an hour as the terrorists repeated their vile actions to everyone, male or female. But that was not the worst part. After raping his 3 granddaughters, 5 grandsons, 2 daughter in laws and one son as well as his wife, they took them aside and shot them in the head.

He wept comtinuosly thw whole time. His helpless old frail body was useless in helping them and he wept and wept and wept.

He offered a prayer to the spirits of mercy and death to be merciful to his family.

Finally, the terrorists came to him and after laughing at him they raised the gun at his face.

He closed his eyes and wept with joy. Finally, release from this life to the next one where he could meet his beloved family once more.

The last thing he heard was a loud noise in his ears and he felt a searing heat across his face.

OOC" could you release a list of all the clans in bardar?? thanx...

also good to see you again stevid, hope to hear more from you. my minister of energy is getting pretty desperate ...
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OOC; Bardarian political structure;
The 6 great families (claims on the throne); Sarekh, Berdin, Konstant, Alvaras, Juggau and Zum. The King Bardur I is from the Sarekh family (formerly the freedom fighter Antroil Sarekh).

The 11 National Clans (ancient structures of family alliances, constitute the Nation of Bardar); Evris, Asquil, Ondas (the 6 great families all come from the three first clans), Masmur, Orives, Belkesh, Alkal (home clan of the Nagvar family), Ishmen, Treikas, Ploilas and Weynes.

IC;

The Yawgalian countryside was what it always were like, Opium fields as long the eyes could see, and a lot of Yawgalians wandering around speaking in their weird tongue. The Yawgalian Autonomous Province had no Bardarian military presence (according to the treaty of Hadifa after the War of Patriotism), but a Yawgalian Home militia, lead by Thadu Hexher had worried the Bardarian Royal Government for some time. However the Opium Ring had ensured the militia was only for protecting the Opium fields from Imre Nagvar's agents. The villa of Don Alejandro was one of the most prominent buildings in the province. Guarded by Opium Ring mercenaries Carelia Alvaras couldn't feel safer. She had reentered Bardar without anyone of the enemies noticing she had left in the first place, most of them probably believed she was dead.
-So, how are your plans working? Don Alejandro asked her.
-Well, tonight I will see, what shall I say, a tool I once used, it will be nostalgic.
After her remark Carelia smiled her usual smile when she was planning something devious.

When Tren Konstinokos left the Ministry of Defence that evening he had no idea he would be attacked, drugged, and thrown in to a truck. The kidnappers from the Opium Ring had done their job well, and Tren was sleeping when the truck approached the Don's villa.

Tren woke up with a sudden shock.

He looked around frantically at the darkness around him. No, he whispered to himself. No this could not be happening.

After his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. he discovere that he was in a room no larger than his office in the palace. The room was filled with walls on all sided painted a dark dull grey. There was only one resolute door and two small windows set high up in the one of the walls.

Tren despaired. He must have been kidnapped when he he was leaving the office of the General. He grimaced, the General must have something to do with this. he had already been warned about that possibilty.

No, he told himself. he must be strong. He must survive, They can do nothing to him.

The woman with the red mask frowned.

" What ? No sign of him ?" she asked the assasin sharply.

" No , mam.". he answeered.

"Leave me" she commanded.

This was serious she thought. Obviously they were moving faster than they had anticipated. They must have found out about his links to the Northstar Corporation. Or maybe had just gotten suspcious. No matter, that possibility had already been covered.

She spoke to another woman who was waiting silently near the back of the room.

" You know what to do. Inform the Knights Templar to activate the substance. He must not remember anything. Not until we wish it." the woman with the red mask ordered.

" Yes, mam". the woman left the room immediately to seek out the Knights Templar.

"What do we have here, if not little Tren Konstinokos, Carelia said with a great smile, you know Tren, she continued, I have missed you sort of.
Carelia showed him a bottle full of a yellow liquid.
"You know, this is a pleasant antidote for the poison you have been injected with, don't worry the poison is slow, it will kill you in about 7 weeks if you haven't been a good boy and answered our questions. But these week will be painful as the poison will burn you from inside, and one more thing, it will gradually paralyze parts of your body, the more you wait, the more paralyzed you'll be and not even the antidote will change that".

Suddenly Carelia drew a knife from her belt.
"I will take your right ear, as a first payoff, you killed my family, and more important you tried to kill me! You'll learn that no one fuck with Carelia Alvaras!

Tren Konstinokos screamed as Carelia cut of his right ear.

Lt. Colonel Yshen laughed. Finally, the National Syndicate had gone too far, attacking true Bardarians, an unforgivable act. And high ranked Clan people, royal relatives, even though Delyi Sarekh was a very distant relative to the King the message was clear, they were begging for blood, and blodd they'll get. Hustras, a village consisting of National Syndicate sympathizers, of course guarded by some armed members. A little rural community not far from Imre Nagvar's home base. The orders were simple, pay back and pay back hard! That was what the government had ordered him. And as a seasoned veteran, who loved war and violence over everything else, that was exactly what he'll do. He signaled to his men, the 1st Flying Leopard Brigade had all been hiding in the mountains around the village. It was time to attack.

Women screamed and children ran as the soldiers with the sign of the leopard burst into homes and wantonly slaughtered innocents left and right.

Men died with swords at the back of their heads, women were raped with no mercy and even children were left lying mutilated around the village.

The ferocity of the soldiers were matched only by their wanton cruelness and evil acts.

The skies darkened over Hustras that day as the evil deeds of men were revealed to the entirety of Bardar.

News Report Flash
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- Breaking News
- The 1st Flying Leopard Brigade reknown for their bravery against the enemy in the last war , today comitted acts far beyond any evil ever comitted in the past in Bardar
- The soldiers today entered the tranquil and peaceful village of Hustras and slaughtered every single villager, down to the last old lady and the last newborn baby. The bodies of innocent children lay mutilated in the fields and wells of the village while the womenfolk had been raped viciously and beheaded.
-There was no reason given by the Military headquarters or the Palace for this wanton slaughter of innocent Bardarian citizens
- Thousands of poeple have now taken to the streets marching in protest against the governments actions
- No reports have been released by the Palace yet
- The people are angry and they wanto to know why their very own government is now killing thjem off so cruelly.
- Between the national syndicate and the Government, who can the people trun to now ?
-Could it be that both want their people dead?
- That both do not care for their people ?

General Sandy Huegins slammed the table in front of her .
" WHta the hell did you think you were doing ? Why on earth did you attack an innocent Bardarian village for god's sake ? Huh ? Answer me ? Now !!!". she shouted at Lt Colonel Yshen.

" Madam, the reports we received stated that the village was full of National Syndicate sympathizers and that National Syndicate soldiers were guarding them". Yshen said evenly.

" What ? Who told you that crap filthy piece of faked bullshit? !!! " the General exploded.
" Tell me who ?? Huh ??. ".

" My intelligence officers , madam". Yshen replied quietly as the reality of what he and his men had done slowly sank in.

" I personally think that you and your men should be tortured, quartered and thrown in with the crocodiles for all you have done. Intelligence ?? What intelligence reports ??? It must be more like Bullshitting Crappy Messed up reports that you got !!!". she shouted.

" What am I to tell my superiors ?? That the commanding officer of the Flying Leopards was a stupid retarded rsehole born fresh from his bastard mother's cursed womb ??" Huh ?? !!! ". ..she continued enraged.

Yshen flinched. How could this have happened ? he thought. The reports were clear. he even had them to prove it. The soldiers were there allright. They were ... they were not wearing red he now noticed. his hands started haking, when he remembered what he had done personally to the young girls at the back of the village meeting house. Their wrecked bodies were still smoking when he left them barely alive.

Tren sobbed uselessly on the floor.

" I dont know a thing. I'm telling you. Please. I do not know anyone by the name of Hume. Who is he ? . Please. Mercy." he begged helplessly. Tren sobbed , he had no idea why he was here being tortured. Had the National Syndicate caught him and brought him here ? Why ? he was never an enemy of them. For that matter, why was Carelia here > Did she work for them now? Did she fake her own death and order her family to be killed ? He felt sick at that thought. Would she kill him now ? maybe she was behind the deaths of the pther government offcials. yes, she was known to be ambitious but never did he think of her as cruel and heartless. Even after she had humilkiated him in the past.

" Why Carelia ? Why ? Why did you have to kill your own family ? Why ? Is it just to cover your faked death and to further your ambitions? " Tren asked as he clutched his missing right thumb.

Carelia's eyes bulged angrily. " What on earth are you talking about ? Remember you ordered me and my family killed . Remember ?? !!". she shouted enraged. What was going on, she asked herself. After he had passed out the first time. he had started asking her if she was now a traitor. And he had seemed to have forgotten that he was the one to murder her family and that he was behing several anti-government plots.

She looked at him suspiciously, while he gazed back sobbing like a wounded helpless animal with his ear and fingers missing. His eyes were confused and clouded with pain.

"It worked, madam. The Knights have confirmed it." the woman said.

The woman with the red mask smiled and said " Good, now let them be confused over his lack of knowledge and memory on anything they think he did.". She laughed.

"That poor bastard don't know anything", sighed Don Alejandro while he watched the torture of Tren.
"I know, someone has tempered with his memory, just as we did with that Opressor general back in '87", Carelia answered.
"So, what's next?"
"Could you get me to Baradech in secret. I need to meet Dr. Zum and General Konstant, then we'll find the Stevid Templars. Our only chance is to convince them that Avarahn is betraying them, which of course is true...."
"But there is no guarantee they'll believe you", Don Alejandro sighed.

Silent Carelia walked up to the pitiful sight of Tren Konstinokos with her revolver pointed at his head. Without hesitation she fired and sighed.
"What a waste", she murmured.

"This is Radio Free Bardar!

After the news of the latest atrocities by the Royalists it's time to act for your country. If you really love Bardar you'll join up with the National Syndicate and protect our nation from the evil of Christian influences! For too long the Yawgalians and the Catholics have been treated like kings while honest, hard working Bardarians have been discriminated! It's time to overthrow the Royalists who only think about themselves, and suppress our nation! It's time to be able to feel good about being a Bardarian again! It's time for action! It's time to change our nation. For too long the oil money has only benefited foreign scum and the 6 great families, it' time to retake what's our birthright! The National Syndicate needs you to liberate this nation from further Perversions! Let's march for a Greater, Holier and Freer Bardar!!"

News Report Flash
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- Citizens of Bardar has taken to the streets for the past 3 days despite calls from the Government to stay at home.
-There have been unconfirmed reports that the number of recruitees to the National Syndicate has soared
- 2 villages have been attacked today in the Autonomus Province of Yagwalia by Bardarians
-the wife of the Commander of the Flying Leopards has been reported dead due to public stoning in the city of Munshiin east Bardar
-the police headquarters of the NorthWest Province had been raided and burnt out by protesters
-Recent reports suggest that there were numbers of corrupt and cold hearted cruel officers that had earlier planned this attack with the intention of scaring the National Syndicate, this is of course unconfirmed
- several news networks has been shut down by the Bardarian Government for offences against public order, all the networks were in fact the fisrt in reporting of these horrible crimes by the Royal Military.
-Several oil storage areas have been raided by the national Syndicate thus discontinuing oil supply to the entire Yagwalian province
-It has been said as well that the state government of Haillah in southern Bardar has been overthrown by members of a group calling themselves the Poeple's Militia assisted by the National syndicate.
-Meanwhile, looting and rioting and burning continues in the streets of the Capitol of Bardar.

Isabelle Du Mont smiled at her counterparts and said " I suggest we carry on with the next part of our plan. The conditions are just right. The people are rioting against a government that had only recently commanded near absolute support. The national Syndicate is rising. The Knights Templar are ready and have asked us to speed up on our plans. Our allies in the Government and civil services have been briefed. If there is a time to start, then it is now. No time like the present , as the main character in Midnight Rougue said on screen". She smiled at that last few words.

All around the room there was no dissent. All were in agreement.

Poltos Juggau , the Minister of Finance jerked from his sleep as he heard two loud gunshots. He looked aroubd frantically and with a sinking horror noticed that the two women he had brought home with him now had their brains spilling out onto his luxurious velvet bed.

He looked fearfully at the dark clad shadow in front of him and asked " Please dont hurt me. I never did anything. I do not have anything to do with the village slaughter". Poltos started to sob pathetically.

" I have no grudge against you, not personally." the man answered.

Poltos almost smiled in relief until he noticed that he now had a gun pointed at him. " Wwhaat ?? why ? you ..you said you had nnothing aggaainst me me ..".

" I have nothing against you. But I do have a contract to kill you. Goodbye". the man finished.

Poltos froze, no , not now. He cannot die. Not now. , " No, wait, wait. We can ...".

Bang !!! Bang !!! Bang !!!

Three loud shots echoed in the huge opulent bedchambers.

Breaking News !!!
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= The ancestral manor of the Zum family has been destroyed in a fiery blast that rocked the countryside outside the Capitol. This unfortunate event happened little more than an hour ago. The National Syndicate has claimed full responsibility to the blast of which spokespersons for the group said that it was the dawning of a new day now that at least one great family has been wiped out. Indeed, early reports indicate that their claims are true. The Zum family were in the midst of holding a birthday celebration for their 3 year old grandaughter. In fact the only survivor of the blast or rather the only member of the Zume great family capable of a claim on the throne is Hazel Zum , the Minister for Education who was in the the Palace. The news of the blasts has been greeted with cheers by the protesters on the streets and indeed few tears are being shed across Bardar for the unfortunate but corrupt Zum family.

Free Bardar !!!

= The ancient tomb of the freedom fighter Antroil Sarekh has been firebombed and according to Police few traces of the tomb remains now. The freedom fighter, a founding member of the nation and oned of the first members of its now hated aristocracy was a huge figure in the past. But it seems that it is no longer true. Perhaps the people of Bardar were now ready for a change. It could also be a warning to the Sarekh family which had already lost 3 important members of its family.

Free Bardar !!!

OOC; Antroil Sarekh is still alive, he IS the King, anyway, I'll RP this as an attack on an ancient royal thomb connected to the Sarekh family.

IC; Poltos Juggau opened his eyes, the assassin lay dead on the floor. At the door was a man from the Secret Police.
"No need to worry", the officer said, "we have strict orders to protect all government ministers".

Dr. Hazel Zum was devastated, his sister and all his nephews were dead. So was his uncle. He was however grateful that Pando, his son was studying abroad. Then he should be safe. Carelia Alvaras appeared at the door.
"Are you ready?", she asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be, I heard you took control of the Secret Police".
"Yeah, when Trimol Sarekh heard he had been named interim Chief of the Secret Police, he fled abroad to not be killed by these assassins, someone had to step in", Carelia smiled.
"Soon they'll know you're alive".
"Yeah, the General told me he has a good lead on the Templars. I am going to go there with a entourage of officers from the Secret Police, of course, are you coming?"
"Yeah", Dr. Zum sighed, "I am coming".

Lt. Colonel Yshen was looking through the spyglass. He had heard some weird rumors that his wife was dead, like he was married. They'd probably got one of his girlfriends. It wasn't like he cared anyways. The 1st and 3rd Flying Leopard Brigades were deployed at Hesseli pass, not far from one of the National Syndicate's strongest stronghold.
"Nervous", Lt. Colonel Redesha Berdin teased him. Yshen had not been surprised when he heard Redesha would lead the operation. She had shown her talents in the War of Patriotism, and showed everyone she was not just Oslaus Berdin's daughter, but a skilled soldier as well.
"You know I am never nervous before battle", Lt. Colonel Yshen answered dismissive.
"Do you think Nagvar is there?"
"No, he is one slimy bastrard, he would never risk his life in battle, even though he says he is immortal".
A falcon appeared with a message from the scouts, they had drawn a good sketch of the stronghold and where the guards were positioned. The battle was about to start. When Lt. Colonel Yshen held his AK he couldn't help but smile. He loved battle.

OOC: Post coming today... finally.

Templar’s Safe house, Somewhere in Bardar

“Our informant in the Bardarian government has fallen out of contact with us, I can only assume that the National Syndicate has captured him or the government have handed him over due to his pro-Christian methods.” Said Brother Templar Rafen. He was new to the this growing assignment in Bardar, nearly thirty knights were now in Bardar but the Order now refused to send in any more unless the lives of the Knights were danger now that infiltration was difficult to achieve. However with the Knights having taken a rather low profile the heat had been lifted off them and they had resorted to bullying and petty threats to get the message across thus allowing public attention to shift elsewhere and make it slightly easier for the other Templars to sneak into the country.

“Then we can also assume that the quivering coward has confessed to our presence in Bardar if he was interrogated under pressure. Our lives have become more difficult but even more so with the latest attacks on Catholics and the recent use of the media by the National Syndicate to spread their propaganda.” Replied Rafen’s superior, Justicar Delos from the shadows of this tiny flat on the outskirts of one of Bardar’s larger cities. “We have new orders from the Grand Master back at St. Malleus, we’re to now attack Nation Syndicates directly for the heretical crimes against Christendom and their crimes again humanity. I have gotten word of a fairly high key but friendly meeting of a group of local Syndicate supporters at the nearby community centre. We estimate that around forty people will be attending. It is our job to purge the taint of heresy with the burning fire of purification. Assemble a squad of twelve men including you and myself and we shall attack the meeting.”

Local Community Centre- 22:58

The community centre was loud and bustling, one of many thousands of meetings of Syndicate members throughout the country but the only one that was in any danger of ending badly. Flags of this political pressure group were draped across the ceiling and walls of the community hall and a lectern with a microphone stood alone at the front where the keynote speaker would taunt the Christians and spread his foul message of hate to the corrupted masses before him or her.

Admittedly there been some trouble in the country where opposition to the National Syndicate movement had erupted violently so this particular meeting was kept low profile, however no one expected that a few visitors belonging to the Catholic faith would be showing up that particular night. The Knights where dotted around the community building in pairs or in threes all watching the people filter into the building for the speech. The Knights had no complicated plan for this job, exceptionally straight forward that even a child could follow it out with relative ease. Once the follow of people entering the building ceased the Knights waited several minutes before putting their ‘plan’ into action. Two had brought a ladder along, a large brush and several large cans of lighter fluid and began finely brushing it on a building directly opposite the community centre’s main door while the rest of the Knights prepared for the task ahead and headed for the rear entrance.

The elite shock troops of the Templars were fully equipped as if they were going into battle with a highly dangerous and modern foe. The carried their huge broadswords in the back-mounted scabbards but wielded Equinox pattern sidearm guns and assault rifles. The plasti-steel and shock absorbing body armour covered them as fully as possible while their hooded cloaks draped under their armour and body protection but over their steel helmets that were sealed tight onto their the flexible neck protection. Their vox-communications were active and when they spoke aloud it was in a low, intimidating electric voice that cut unnaturally through the air.

“We are God’s chosen.” Justicar Delos said softly, his voice an electrical echo. “We do this to stop the message of hate. They have not changed their ways towards the light of God, but rather towards damnation and it is only fitting that we should deliver it to them so as to prevent further members of our Catholic flock being killed.”

“Amen.” They all replied.

“Brothers at the front of the centre, set the icon alight and retreat to one of the safe houses, do not travel alone. The operation is commencing.”

At the front of the community centre the two knights that had brushed on some of the lighter fluid on to the building opposite flicked a match and set their art alight before disappearing into the black of night. It was different inside the community centre however as the remaining knights snuck into the building from the rear, cocked their guns and burst into the conference hall. The red splayed cross on their white tunics shone like a beacon of defiance to the gathered National Syndicate supporters on the party member at the lectern who was cut off in mid speech by the Templars.

“Templars!! Death to the enemies of Christ!” Delos cried with his pistol in one hand and his sword in the other, he emptied the entire magazine out of the gun into the Syndicate member give the speech spraying the crowd with blood. The other Templars shouted the same and let off a hail of bullets into the panicking crowd, their intense military training meant not a single bullet was wasted and in second nearly half the crowd was mown down, several more were killed as they reached the doors of the community centre. Meanwhile Delos and three other knights dragged away other Nation Syndicate party members out the back of the building, drugged them and quickly kidnapped them probably to be taken to one of the safe houses for interrogation. The remaining Templars let of a few more rounds but made sure at least ten people survived the onslaught.

The survivors, covered with blood staggered out into the street screaming but were stopped in their tracks by the burning sight that caught them as they left the building. Neighbours that had heard the gunshots and had come running too stopped short of the community centre caught in the awe of the moment. For on the front of the building directly opposite the community centre, twenty feet vertical, was the Sign of the Cross.

The symbol of Christianity and all its sects stood blazing with fiery wrath in a country where people killed Christians stood loud and clear to everyone present. Catholicism, Christianity, was fighting back and it had started with the deaths of nearly thirty people whose principles called for the death of Catholics.

OOC : ooop sorry ..yep its fine if its an ancient tomb ...
and also ..nice one concerning Poltos ..

nice one stevid ... i like the cross symbol thingy ...
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The woman with the red mask was delighted. Both the attacks of importance had been carried out without a hitch. The Zum family was mostly dead. And the recent attacks by the Templars were executed with a finnese. She particularly liked the burning cross symbol.

The man in black moved towards her. " Do you know if the attempt on Poltos Juggau was succeful ?".

This time she scowled. " No, a stupid Secret Police officed shot him dead.".

" Ahh,i see. Now Carelia has taken over the Secret Police. While we have no orders to deal with her yet, we must do something to cripple the Secret Police.". the man said.

" What do you plan to do ? ". she asked curiously.

" Did you know that the headquarters of the Secret Police is not so much of a secret? ". he answered.

The headquarters of the Secret Police was not known to the general public. It was careuflly hidden from the rest of the world. In fact it was somewhat of an irony. The buildings was in fact exactly where the offices of the Magnus Dei Shipping Company was. Now everyone knew that the company was a reclusive singular operating company and that it belonged to one of the richest men in Bardar. But no one knew that it was actually a front for the Secret Police.

The reception and front offices were set up to look like the office for a shipping company but everything else looked ans waa actually the offices of the Secret Police.

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The bomb set under the Secret Police headquarters ticked.

Ten.

No one knew that a bomb had been set here.

Nine.

There were at least several hundred workers in the offices above.

Eight.

Though the Chief , carelia Alvaras and several of the ranking officers were not there.

Seven.

However, all the databases stored by the Secret Police and at least 60% of their weapons and secret technologies were stored here.

Six.

All of which could be detroyed in the blast.

Five.

The Secret Police would be crippled due to a reduction in efficiency of about 60 %. They would take months to fully recover.

Four.

If the bomb did blow, there was nothing that could be done to save the Secret Police from being crippled.
This was after all the headquarters of the Bardarian Secret Police.

Three.

No one above knew of the bomb's existence.

Two.

This time the attempt on Poltos Juggau's life would not fail. The mission would succesfully be carried out. After all, no one knew.

OOC: I will not kill Poltos yet ..not yet anyway ...
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An officer of the Secret Police walked up to him and Carelia. The officer's face was grim.

" Sir" he addressed Dr. Hazel Zum.

Hazel flinched. What now ? He had just lost his entire family except his son. What was the matter now ?

" Sir, we have just received reports that your son." the officer paused for a moment.

Dr. Hazel Zum blanched in shock. No. No. No. He could not lose his son as well. No. His son was safe overseas. He was fine.

The officer continued with a note of sadness in his voice. " Your son is dead sir.".

Noooooo. Hazel Zum could not deal with it. No, he thought. He cant be dead. He is safe. No.

Carelia looked upon Hazel Zym with sympathy. She put a hand on his shoulder and said. :" I know what its like to lose your family. Remember, I lost my entire family too, due to these bastards.".

Hazel Zum merely nodded, his eyes in tears and his body in numb shock.

Carelia asked. " How did he die ?".

The officer flinched. " His head was sent in a box to the Customs office at the border. We do not know who sent it. But our agents in the city where Pando Zum was said that his headless body was found last night in a back alley.".

Dr. Hazel Zum let out a haunted and heart broken cry. Now he had truly lost every member of his family. He was the only one left.

Carelia's eyes merely hardened at hearing the murder facts.

OOC: i might post one later concerning the battle at hesseli Pass, but anyone else could always post soemthing abt it ..

The stronghold was in flame, the Flying Leopard's had stormed the place without giving the National Syndicate members even a chance to defend themselves. "Victory or Death" echoed as the last of the enemies were killed. Lt. Colonel Yshen smiled, the battle had gone as expected. He lit a cigar to celebrate victory. The National Syndicate had paid an expensive price for humiliating him. He looked at the mountains in front of him. Somewhere there the Imre Nagvar was hiding. He had heard rumors that a contingent of National Syndicate militia men had fled just before the attack. He ordered a couple of his men to investigate, they could be carrying important information about Imre Nagvar's whereabout, or perhaps something about his foreign friends.

The man Garur Jassel appeared at the Temple doorstep in Baradech. Asmolach came out to greet him, he knew Jassel as a big shot in the Treikas clan, and a very devout follower of the Bardarian religion and the monarchy.
"So, what brings you to the House of the Mighty, my child?"
"I want your blessing for what I am about to do, father Patriarch".
"What do you mean, my son?"
"I am gathering a crowd of good men and women, a cititzen militia that will seek out those National Syndicate traitors, and kill them all for their heresy against the true religion".
"What! How many men in arm do you have??"
"9000, and there will be more, all good veterans. We will do our lot for this nation, and once and for all take care of that dirty shit Nagvar. Our armed forces will need some help from some good warriors, don't you think"?
"Blessed are the Lords of the Mountains, I will bless you for your loyalty and compassion towards the right faith and the nation in the names of all the prophets! Imre Nagvar will know when you come for him that it's the Gods coming to to give him their Holy Judgement!"

The officers from the Secret Police pointed at the house,
"That's the one, there are the Stevid spies".
"Good, I am going in", said Carelia calmly.
"Want backup?" the officer asked.
"I am not going to start a firefight with them, I am just going to talk, I'll be fine".

With these words Carelia Alvaras started to walk towards the HQ of the Stevid Templars.

OOC; I am kind of waiting for a reply from Avarahn or Stevid...

Really sorry, coming soon. Again, epic soory because i'm not usually this bad. Honest.

"Fighting in Bardar intensify;
As we receive more reports on intense fighting between government forces and the National Syndicate in Bardar, we have also heard about about a Cititzen Militia under Garur Jassel, a known Clan politician in the Treikas clan, and veteran from the Liberation War and War of Patriotism. The militia consist mainly of veterans who want to assist the government in the figt against the National Syndicate. Government officials have told us they have evacuated 5 villages that could become targets for National Syndicate retaliation. A spokesman from the National Syndicate have stated that "the true patriots, that serve the immortal mahdi will win this battle, and all the traitors will be purged".

Hans Steiner,
New York Times.

The man in the white coat with the black cross is looking at the monitor.
On his face one can see fall into a reverie. But inside feel rising tide of anger.
Write - said firmly to the secretary.

"I - The Grand Master Of Theutonic Order of NationStates Winrich Albrecht Von Altershtauf was very much saddened with heresy into which your state fell. I would like to emphasize that a defence of an orthodox catholics against heresy is our task in every form. Therefore our statute demands that we dispatch troops to your land of 40 military units for 100 soldiers every so that restore the rightful papal authority."

The man in the white coat with the black cross is looking at the monitor.
On his face one can see fall into a reverie. But inside feel rising tide of anger.
Write - said firmly to the secretary.

"I - The Grand Master Of Theutonic Order of NationStates Winrich Albrecht Von Altershtauf was very much saddened with heresy into which your state fell. I would like to emphasize that a defence of an orthodox catholics against heresy is our task in every form. Therefore our statute demands that we dispatch troops to your land of 40 military units for 100 soldiers every so that restore the rightful papal authority."

Imperial Statement

If we understand this correctly, you mean to send four thousand soldiers into Bardar, on a mission to restore Papal authority? You're insane. For one you've little right to decide Bardar's religious allegiances for them, and for another, it is not a good idea to send so tiny a force on so grand a mission.

I drift off-subject.

You are a small country, and it would be best if you stood aside and watched instead of putting yourselves at needless risk. We urge you to be cautious.

~ Imperial Diplomatic Representative Charles Goodman

There was a rap at the door and the Templars looked up in mild shock. They immediately put on their head gear and grabbed their sword and other armaments, they still wore there metal and conventional body armour. The knock at the door was lazy and sounded erratic- not a succession five quick knocks with a pause and then a further two, as was the code of knocks these Templars used to show one of their kind was at the door. No, this was a trespasser.

One of the captains tapped his vox-communicator which brought him into contact with one of the other Templars holed up in another house across the street looking over the safe house.

“This Brother Captain Simeon to Brother Astral. Report!” He whispered. Then after a short pause of minor static the reply came encoded just to the Captain’s vox-communicator frequency.

Brother Captain, you have uninvited guests, three in fact but only one has knocked on the door. They are not marked police officers but they were pointing in the direction of your particular safe house and deep in conversation, they are well informed or at least have picked up some leads on our whereabouts. They are most definitely secret police.

“Thank you Brother.” He tapped his comm. link again allowing all Templars in range and under his command to here him talking. “After we establish what these people want we will evacuate to location eight, safe house A. From there we will continue operations.”

Brother Captain Simeon approached the door and looked through the eye piece. A female stood outside the door while the other officers looked on in the distance.

“Brother Templars Justin and Vermount, attack from behind and apprehend the two other officers. Don’t kill them but drag them in here. Don’t harm them and remember to have helmets and vox-communicators on… NOW!”

Simeon yanked open the door, his huge dominating presence overwhelmed the police officer as his white tunic worn over his metal armour and plasti-steel body kit with the tell tale splayed red cross of the Templars hit her full force. She reeled and fumbled for a weapon but the Captain grabbed her clothes tightly and tossed her inside the door. The other officers reacted instantly and bolted towards the Templar but were ambushed but two others and the officers were dragged inside too. The door slammed closed and had only been open for fifteen seconds.

The female officer was stripped of electrical equipment, weapons, scanned quickly for bug devices by metal detector, hands and eyes before thrown on to a wooden chair and tightly handcuffed. The two other officers received similar treatment but were only gagged and hand cuffed- they were made to kneel on the floor. Six Templars were now in the room, two handguns pointing straight at the heads of the two male officers, two more were pointing assault rifles at the female officer, while Captain Simeon and a Justicar Knight glared at the female officer.

“Welcome officer to our safe house.” Captain Simeon said. His helmet tightly fixed to his head and black inside meant the woman couldn’t see anything of the man behind the intimidating mask. His vox-communicator was on loud and his talked with an electronic voice with a slight echo to it. It made her shiver, they all sounded and looked the same- they were all lethal trained to kill and not be killed too.

“I trust you have a reason for being here? For you see our time is precious and while your country fights a civil war we have to bring your people back from the brink of hell and deliver to the grace of God’s Holy Catholic and apostolic Church. We have very little time for you and had you not killed our informant within your own government you might have been able to talk to us through him! But since you weren’t willing to do that or initially come back to the light of Christ’s true flock…. We will demonstrate how we have very little time for you!”

Simeon merely glanced towards on of the men holding a handgun to one of the men and nodded. The silenced pistol went off and a bullet destroyed one of the officer’s kneecaps. He moaned but couldn’t scream because he was gagged, writhing with pain on the floor with blood pooling from his knee he was a mewling wreck.

“You’re not gagged for a reason… you came to talk and so you shall. You have three minutes to say what you like and then I’ll answer your questions. But if you exceed your three minutes… I’ll kill them both… and then I’ll kill you… Heretic…”

OOc: so so sorry ..exams .. assignments ....busy busy ..anyway ..here is...
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Garrul Jessel was a devout follower of the Lords of the Mountains. He strongly believed in his convictions and nothing, no one could stop him from doing all he could to purge Bardar of all the heretical and falsified religions. Today he was meeting with about a thousand of his top war veterans, those who would form the core of the Citizens Militia in the Arbus Square.

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Novox X smiled and casually flicked a switch.

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The buildings that stood alone in the dilapidated Arbus Square were blasted apart, from inside out from the blast that occured. The fiery blast kill everyone inside instantly and threw tonnes of debris into the air and into the surrounding square. Even the innocent bystanders, loitering around the square were not free from harm. The falling debris injured countless of people.

Among the more mentionable casualties were war veterans of the Liberation war and War of Patriotism. They included about 1000 experienced and war hardened veterans , retired top military officers and of course the man named Garrul Jessel. There were only just enough body remnants to identify him and the others. The Citizen Militia was effectively no more.

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The woman in the red mask scoffed. Idiots , to all gather in the same place at the same time. Not just the 1000 of them, the rest of the militia, about a further 12000 were gathering in public fields across Bardar.

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News Report

Breaking News

- it has been discovered that the newly formed Citizens Militia is in disarray and have lost more than half its members starting of at this moment.
-not only were a thousand people killed in the blasts an hour ago in Arbus Square, but all over the country there have been reports of large groups of unknown and masked individuals who have swarmed and attacked the veterans which formed the Citizens Militia.
- Questions must be asked of the government, that if thousands of war veterans could be killed in the space of a few days, what else can be done ?
- The war veterans were killed in their sleep.
- It is being reported that the attackers were wielding high tech weapons that seem to have originated from surrounding countries. Weapons from Stevid were said to have been found abandoned in the fields of battle. Compared to the guns that were owned by the veterans, the foreign high tech weapons were far superior. The government had refused to arm the militia before today and indeed there were plans to arme them by the end of this week. But it is too late. Thousands have died.
- The Government says that this is equivalent to war and that they could not stand by and watch as more than half the militia is being defeated.
-the remaining members of the militia are quitting the militia in drove and are going into hiding.

The secret service officer that was protecting him neared his desk.

" Yes Marc ? . Is anything wrong? I do hope your not here to trouble me again', joked Poltos.

Marc smiled humorusly. " No, sir. You do know dont you that I am only here to protect you ?".

" Hahahaha. I do know. In fact, I am extremely grateful for it." Poltos admitted. Indeed , he was very very grateful for Marc. After the failed attempt by the assasin to kill him, he was literally jumping at shadows. Even his work at the Ministry was faltering. he steeled himself. he had to get himself together, there was much work to be dine , now that there were bombs exploding everywhere and people dying by the thousands. Investors were running from Bardar literally as if their pants were on fire. He shook his head. They were indeed, in difficult times.

Marc enquired with a frown. " I do hope they are not overworking you sir. You come home late evry day nowadays.".

" Well, what can I do ?. Property is being damaged every day, war is effectivel raging throughout Bardar though the Cabinet refuses to declare an open war, investors running like whipped dogs, and whats more ? It seems that I have hordes of assasins aftre me". Poltos sulked.

Marc smiled, a smile that reached up into his eyes aand lit up his face. " Well sir, it is too bad really. But really there are no assasins that are going to kioll you. After all, you do have me." this last was uttered with a certain emphasis to it.

Poltos almost smiled. " Yes, thats true. I do have you".

One.

The Secret Police Headquarters blew up in a spectacular fashion.

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The blasts rocked the entire downtown Bardar and sent shock waves racing through the streets. Stunned bystanders were lifted off their feet and thrown across the street. Windows all along the street shattered and its shards fell like rain everywhere. Pandemonium was everywhere. Chaos reigned that afternoon in the capitol. As the people od the city scrambled as fast as they could from the burning wrecks, the military and police rushed to the explosion site. Not even the blasts that rocked the Zum Manor and the Arbus Square came close to matching this blast.

The initial death toll reached about 989 people. Even more were expected to be discovered to be inside. Not a single structure was left standing and everything in the compund was brought down in a shamed burning and smoking wreck.

Of course the government officials that arrived under secrecy at the site knew that the Secret Police was now incapicitated for at least 7 to 9 months. At least. The regular Police had to step up and new laws had to be introduced to give the Police the powers of the now crippled Secret Police. How on earth a bomb even managed to get into the buildings was a mystery. Well that was not the issue. The problem was that at least 60 % of the data stored by the Secret Police was now destroyed with no other copies anywhere. the service was extremely protective of its data and now that exact protectiveness had backfired on them At least 30 % of their operations staff and 68% of their administrative and support staff were either dead or dying. Its top management and secret officals were crippled as 9 out of 15 of their department heads were already confirmed dead. Even Carelia was missing and presumed dead. Again. For the second time in a month. The technologies employed by the Secret Police were almost entirely concentarted here and so they had also lost at least 72 % of their resource capabilities. Their financial losses were staggering at this poinnt Already three hours after the blasts and it was estimated at 5 billion bardarian dollars. Their general capability and efficiency had been reduced to 32 % of their original and former efficiency. The loss to Bardar due to this explosion was just enormous. Surely even the National Syndicate must have just had their best wet dream ever. Even the foul Mahdi must be incapicitated with heavenly delight and pleasure. Curse him and his organisation !!!

Carelia watched the Templars through her analyzing eyes. Then she answered.
-Your Christian superstitions mean nothing to me. I am a follower of the Lords of the Mountains and the Great Prophets. Whether the Bardarian Christians are good citizens or spies for your leader in Rome is a secondary matter. You have probably figured out already that your buddies from Avarahn are backing the National Syndicate, and I promise you, if Nagvar were to rise to power in this country you could just start counting Christian bodies on the streets. He is not going to let anyone who don't recognize him as a god survive. What I want is the location of all Avarahn spies in my country. It's still not too late to stop them.

Lady Isabeau Monroe watched the fire in Baradech. She had requested her husband, the King of Bardar to let her flee home to London. She was of an respected noble family and could not be left in this barbarian country. However the king had said that no important political figures could leave. She mumble angrily to herself, the Bardarian Royal Government had not accepted her as queen because she was a foreigner and a Christian. She saw the King argue with Asmolach in the garden. She had a perfect view on the great Royal Garden from her window.
"You have to declare open war on the National Syndicate", she heard Asmolach almost scream to the king. She had never liked Asmolach. He was both Prime Minister and Patriarch of that savage Bardarian religion. He always looked down on her as she was nothing more than dirt. The king seemed unwilling to do anything.
"They are Bardarians just like us, we have fought many foreigners before, but our own people? We can't do that! Find their foreign sponsors and I'll think about it."
Once Lady Isabeau had admired that man, even loved him. Once he was like a lion, no a leopard, the strongest man there could be. No he seemed pitiful, uncertain and pathetic. The great king had become a shadow of his former self. She did not like it, did not like it at all.

Hadril Konstant looked at the rubble that had once been he HQ of the secret police. A lot had happened since he was Danilo Sarekh's assistant, but he had still held an important position in the organization. Now he helped dragging out the bodies of his colleagues from the ruins of the once magnificent building. He heard the secret Police now moved their headquarters to the Secret Military Base. The only place in Bardar they felt secret enough to continue their operations from. Not even Hadril knew the location of the base, but he would be moved there this evening. He was glad Carelia had not been at the Headquarters, but he was worried what would happen to her when she confronted the Templars. They were after all Christian Religious Fanatics. If Carelia died he was afraid the Secret Police wouldn't be able to operate any more. When she suddenly had appeared at the headquarters when everyone thought she was dead she had saved the organization from dissolution. He just hoped she would succeed and the Avarahn spies would be exposed.

The woman in the red mask looked up from her reports.

" Yes ?" she asked.

The man in black answered, " The Templars have Carelia you know.".

The woman frowned. " And ? Will they kill her ?. Or will she convince them to turn against us ?".

The man answered, " Maybe, maybe not. We are good allies of the Templars. Thgey know what our plans are. Carelia might try and use the argument that we support the national Syndicate, and that would obviously result in Christian deaths. But the Templars have always been privy to our secret plans.".

" True" the woman admitted, " They know our reach, they know what we can offer . Its not like we ever planned to let Bardar fall further into the grasp of their already nonsensical native mountain worshipping religion. The Templars and the Council might have different ways of doing things, but we ultimately have the same goal, though in slightly different contexts. They want to wipe out the heathen religion and protect Christianity. We only want to eradicate our enemies in Bardar, none of them Christian.".

The man in black nodded, " I agree with you. The Council agrees too. And i have a feeling that the Templars will not exactly be nice to Carelia once they discover her true identity/ Regardless of what she says, they might be interested in taking revenge for her actions yesterday.".

" What actions ?". the woman asked curiously.

" Did you know that Carelia had her Secret Police ambush on her direct orders, a Stevid delegation travelling in Southern bardar ? It seems that the a close member of the Grand Master of the Templars immediate family was killed instantly. Also, 2 members of the Templars were found dead in the Kaneshiro Province of Avarahn recently. Members of Carelia's Secret Police were arrested for their deaths in Avarahn. It seemed that Carelia was poking her nose in the Templar's business in other countries too. ". the man replied with a small smile.

" Ahh, that I didn't know. Well I am sure that they should knoe by now".

The man said, " Yes, our Templar Knight liason just informed me that they have received the news and it should reach the Templar in charge of interrogating Carelia about around now.".

The woman in the red mask smiled back at him. " Also, the Secret police is in dissarray now that their headquarters have been bombed succesfully. Thanks to Novox x. Our sources in the bardarian Government has said that the Cabinet will disband the secret Police if Carelia dies for real this time. You might want to pass that on. It would be great for the Templars to be able to work unhindered in bardar because their greatest bug has been killed off.".

The man in black nodded cheerfully and said, " They will know of it immediately".
The man in black walked off. The man pondered if the Templars will give them out to Carelia. He hoped not, considering that they had helped the templars many times secretly before. They were of far more use to each other than Carelia or Bardar is to any of them separately. At any rate, the Templasr did not know of their true location, same as the Council did not know where the Templar really are. This informal alliance had always benefited both the Templars and the Council. Not to mention the fact that they did not really have any huge religious difference. Unlike Carelia and the native Bardarians who fervently worshipped rocks and sticks and thus was anathema to both citizens of Stevid and Avarahn.

Agent Black Spider was in a hurry, this new information he had was vital. He had have no idea how deep the Sector 13 of the PIA (proletarian intelligence agency) had infiltrated the Secret Police, or for that matter that the Sector 13 even still existed. With all other things going down the toilet in the PFF, one could believe all the sections of the Oppressors would be in disarray. However it was clear that Sector 13 had infiltrated the Secret Police and assassinated Templars all around the world to make it look like Bardar was intentionally targeting them. It was not like the Bardarian Secret Police even had functioning cells in Avarahn or Stevid. He knew Carelia's life would be in grave danger if he couldn't deliver the information in time.

Comrade Vanneiz smiled as he looked at the destroyed Secret Police Headquarters. It had been a joy to watch the Bardarians, the Templars and the Avarahn pigdogs at each other's throat. Soon Bardar would pay for all the embarrassment it had caused the PFF. Both their struggle for independent and the failed invasion of Comrade Raskol had made the once feared PFF a silly joke in international relations. One of the few functioning parts of PFF was the organization he worked for; the Sector 13 of the PIA. Soon Bardarian culture would be destroyed in a way not even the great Stalin had dreamed of. Comrade Vanneiz smiled, perhaps he would have some fun with that Avarahn agent he captured the other day. It seemed like quite a young fella, a boy really. Exactly the way Comrade Vanneiz liked it.

Dreams, Chaos, Disarray. Once again a night full of confusion. These chaotic dreams disturbed him each night. It was a hard thing to be divine, so much prophecies to understand, so much messages from the Otherworld to interpret. Imre Nagvar sighed. This night he had dreamed of the Liberation War, when he was a major in the Bardarian Liberation Forces. He remembered the Wall of Blood, the battle that forever had changed his life, when his destiny and true identity had been revealed to him. Now he had a duty to purge his homeland from all evil through a baptism of blood, a baptism that would allow this country to be reborn as a pure, fair and socially equal country. A country of true patriots and believers. And all the filth of this country would fade away, the blood of the traitors would give the cities of Bardar a wonderful red color.

You propose an alliance? Captain Simeon quizzed through his helmet, the electronic voice cutting through the tense air like a rusty knife. “Christians and heathens working and fighting together, it is not unknown particularly in this day in age when allies are hard to come by. We fight for a united cause but against each other for another. Against the National Syndicate we will fight together, but for the protection of all Christians, particularly Catholics, we still remain enemies once the Syndicate is destroyed.”

Inside his helmet the digital read out screen in front of his eyes showed the woman staring up at him with cold eyes, the green hue of the screen hast light on his own eye but concentrated straight on hers. Tiny internal iris cameras focusing on his own eyes realised he was staring and immediately displayed a small green square over her eyes allowing him to enhance the image, the backpack sized computer on his back worked furiously to continue displaying the data readouts the Captain had asked for and then redoubled its work load with the enhancing of the image.

“Enhance Screen 9a.” He whispered to himself, or rather the computer’s internal voice command system. The square surrounding the female officer’s face flashed several times and the image of her eyes expanded and enhanced in a live image.

He studied her eyes and smiled behind his helmet at this woman, her dark brown eyes did not flicker and were not watering, neither was she glancing away from his ‘gaze’ nor was she blinking a lot. He himself blinked several times and the image in his helmet returned to normal.

“You do not fear me.” He growled. “I admire your inner strength but it is unwise not to fear us, surely we have proven that to you by now. By the time we leave this country you will have new respect from the Catholic Church… Brother Justin, tend to that mewling wretch of a man writhing on the floor and take him to Brother Apothecary Remus.”

“Yes Brother Captain.” Came another electronic voice that seemed to have a higher pitch than Simeon’s. Brother Justin grabbed the injured man by the scruff of his neck and lifted him on handed off the floor and into the air. “Come! We will tend to your wounds.” And with that he marched off into the next room.

Simeon watched them leave and then turned back the secret police officer. He twisted his helmet and it clicked off his neck armour connection and he removed it from his head entirely revealing the face beneath it. He wasn’t the most dashing of men in the world but then again romantic relationships were not part of his religious order. He leaned in closer to her and a very thin smile appeared on his face.

“You are Officer Carelia.” It wasn’t a question but just in case she misunderstood he quickly continued. “I see now that the reports of your death are greatly exaggerated indeed. Once before and now twice after the destruction of the secret police general headquarters, you have a nasty habit of staying alive. That will quickly change if you cross me too often in a bad way.”

The smile changed immediately into a frown and he stood up straight before pacing back and forth in front or her.

“Seeing as we may be cooperating I may answer your questions. The problem is that we have no idea on the whereabouts of the ‘enemy’ agents. In fact we used to deal with our allies through Tarn, our informant, in your government before you killed him. Keeping him alive probably would have been more beneficial to you than trying to track us down to find information. Think of us like your standard terrorist cell, the cells are all allies but have no idea on the whereabouts of the other cells which invalidates the ‘Snake Killing’ tactic governments used to use on terrorist cells. We are not a snake thus you cannot chop of the head and watch the body die. We don’t work like that and neither does the Syndicate or their allies. Further more we don’t know where the spies are or their safe houses simply because we did not care, we Templars are probably the most elite troops alive in this country and we do not need additional places to stay. I’m afraid I can not help you with that.”
“However now that your police HQ has been destroyed, your ability to conduct operations has been significantly weakened. Your control on the country practically lost and we are staring down the barrel of a huge civil war thanks to the incompetence of your police force and also your corrupt government and Church. None of this would have happened if Bardar separated itself from the true Church of Rome and rejected completely with a false ‘Pope’! Now your force is broken and your country tipping into a sea of anarchy I find it highly ironic and thoroughly amusing that you are turning to Christians, Catholics no less, to help you end this madness with the National Syndicate! I would say no to you and execute you right now!”

He spat the words and drew out is special forces Equinox semi-auto and brought it to Carelia’s forehead. The cold steel of the gun pressed hard against her head and beads of sweat noticeably appeared on her brow and her face went pale ever so slightly. But she need not shiver or shake and her gaze fixed firmly on his. His finger tightened on the trigger but several tense seconds later he released the trigger and holstered the gun much to Carelia’s relief.

“But you are fortunate in this case that we are both dealing with a much more dangerous heretic.” He said quickly completely oblivious to the shock he had just wrought on the woman’s mind. “Man who out of nowhere declares that he is God is raw heresy in its truest form. Granted Christ did the same but with a difference. He didn’t murder innocents and he didn’t force people to bend to his religion, and even if he had come to us as a warrior King of God he would have killed those who oppressed his people but forced them to change their religion! This man in the National Syndicate is a threat to the world and not just Bardar and the Holy Empire. You want him removed, we want him removed. For both our countries and religions sake, he must be killed and burned then cast into the sea.”

“AMEN!” Roared the other Templars who then made the Sign of the Cross.

With that, Simeon walked behind Carelia and released her handcuffs. He did the same with his fellow officer and offered them both the opportunity to see their wounded comrade. He wasn’t sure whether or not she imagined it but he thought he saw her hazard a thin smile in his direction as a thank you. But then again he wasn’t sure and neither did he care, the Templars had a job to do and they would do it with or without the Bardarian secret police. If this false God in the Syndicate rose to such power with public opinion he would slaughter every Christian in the country which would bring down the armoured and brute fury of the Stevidian Empire. Bardar would be invaded by Stevid and annexed into the Holy Empire by order of the Church and government to ‘cleanse’ the country of heresy. It would be a land grab and Bardar would be no match for the Stevidian armed forces combined with a small Templar army. Much as Captain Simeon liked the prospect of that sort of future, seeing as he thought Bardar bloody deserved it, it would require the deaths of thousands of Catholics and Christians. Their lives were not worth the political and military expansion of Stevid. They had to be saved and the Templars had to stop the madness in Bardar before it Stevid properly stepped in. Time was now against them and against everyone involved.


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Suddenly Simeon’s head jerked slightly upwards, a message was coming through on his vox-communicator. Several Templars heard the crackle on their own voxs but the message was tuned just for Simeon and they turned in his direction when they realised they couldn’t tap in.

“Brother Captain?” One of them asked his commanding officer who had since put is helmet back on.

Simeon said nothing at first and continued to listen to the message. Suddenly he stood straight up knocking back his chair and he roared with fury so much so his brethren took a few steps back with caution.

“Bring that whore back in here now!” He roared with anger and then within seconds Carelia was dragged back into the room by her hair and tossed to the feet of Simeon. “Bring the other two as well!” He continued and he drew out his handgun once more and slammed a clip back into it then primed the gun.

A knight dragged the uninjured man into the room by the scruff of his neck while the injured one was tossed in after him regardless of his crying and injuries. Simeon snarled at Carelia behind his helmet and although she couldn’t see him he was sure she could guess the look on his face.

“You dare try and deceive us? You dare!” He spat. “A message came through on my vox informing me that a Stevidian delegation of men who happen to be loss friends of the Grand Master have been killed under your orders! Remember my dear, you mean little to me dead or alive because we Templars can handle the situation by ourselves if necessary- thus deception will only result in your deaths!”

He aimed his gun straight between Carelia’s eyes before quickly turning it in the direction of her uninjured colleague and fired a singe round to his head. The back of his head exploded as the bullet entered the front and destroyed the brain while all Carelia could do was look on in terror. Simeon had fired without even looking in the direction of her workmate, his gazed fixed solely on her but then he broke it and looked at her injured friend on the floor and strode towards his quivering mass on the floor. He looked down at him and snorted in disgust and emptied the rest of his gun’s clip into the man. The mess was horrific, the gun had tremendous stopping power since it favoured power over accuracy which was best in confined spaces such as the room his was in. The bullets tore into the man’s flesh and caused unspeakable damage to his broken body. The corpse twitch a little before Simeon kicked it in the head hard to destroy the nervous system once and for all.

“Unless you can give me a good explanation for these accusations you will die. Even if you are exonerated form such accusations I will kill you anyway because your being here is far more trouble than it is worth… SPEAK WHORE!”

OOC: hey bardar, would you mind explaining Section 13 to me please ? thanx ..did u mention it b4? or is it a new development ? .. is it an organisation from your previous RP's ? ...
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The man in black pondered the latest communications from their allies, the Templars.

The memo he received stated that the Templars would most likely work with Carelia in order to get rid of the National Syndicate. Now, that was a problem as though they did not care much for the National Syndicate, nonetheless they needed to work with the Syndicate in order to cleanse Bardar. Their plans had always been about causing mayhem in Bardar, so much so, until Bardar was wrecked by havoc and disaster.

That would greatly benefit both Stevid and the Council.

He instantly sat down at his desk and started typing out a new communications memo to the Templar in charge of local operations. In the memo, he asked the Templars, to rid of Carelia Alvaras as though she was incapable of harming Stevid, she could cause much trouble for then through her links in the Government and police.

If they wanted to work with her, a heathen, then at least they should consider giving the Council more time to destabilize Bardar, after that whatever Bardar does to the heathens and the heretical Christians was their private business.

The Council had no issue with Stevid's goals in Bardar, but if the national syndicate was allowed to exist for a longer time, then Stevid would find it much easier to complete their tasks more completely.

Carelia was known to be a devout and holy follower of the Lord of the Mountains, he laughed at that thought. Lord of the Mountains indeed. He hoped that the Templars would not conduct business with her as she was an outspoken critic of the Catholic Church. He rifled through several sheets of newspaper and came to the ones that reported Carelia as preaching devoutly to the bardaians about the need to abolish all Catholic churches in Bardar before they spread far too widely.

She was also reported to condemn the Blessed Virgin as a whore and prostitute. The man in black flinched angrily at this. How dare she ? As if her religion could even stand up to Catholicism.

He shook his head. In condemning Carelia, he was sure that both Stevid and Avarahn would agree, what with both being Imperial Catholic nations. Though of course there were other faiths in Avarahn, most of the citizens including himself was Catholic.

Without hesitating, he inserted the newspaper clippings into the memo he was sending.

He looked once more at the memo and hastily scurried to the messaging room to send of the memo to the Templars. They should receive the memo just about soon, he thought.

He waited for a while. Then, PING !!! The sound he heard confirmed that the Templars had received the memo and they had acknowleged it.

Poltos smiled at Marc, " Well what are you waiting for ?".

Marc smiled and slowly started to near Poltos.

Poltos clamped down on the feeling of excitement and eagerness he felt. He had not even thought of doing this before. Though it was not his cup of tea, but he certainly wanted to experience what the Lords of the Mountains demanded of him.

Marc, slowly reached into his pants.

Poltos stood up and took a step closer to Marc.

Marc smiled once more, almost sadly like.

This time Poltos was confused. Marc whipped out a concealed black gun from inside his pants and immediately lifted it up to Poltos's forhead.

Before Poltos even fully realized what was occuring, Poltos Juggau, Minister of Finace of Bardar was lying on the floor with a hole through his head. No matter what his last thought were, the man, Poltos was well and truly dead.

Marc smiled once more and shook his head at the simplicity of it all. He now lifted the gun to his own head and shot himself. The next second, Marc the Secret Service officer was also lying next to Poltos also with a bullet through his head.

The boy who was not actually a boy smiled back at Comrade Vanniez. Naoki Girrard was actually 23 years old, though he could certainly pass of as at least 14 or 15. That had its advatages in his work. Though it was dangerous, he actually quite enjoyed it. He didnt mind dying for one. Or being raped. In his job all kinds of harm must be braved. rape was only one of those things, what with his baby blue eyes and facial features of a hauntingly beautiful mix of Japanese and French heritage. Though of course when he wanted it, it was no longer rape.

He smiled rather invitingly at Comrade Vanniez.

The man from Section 13 licked his lips and started undressing. Naoki thought that Vaniiez was actually quite handsome. A little less scars and with the reattach,ent of a finger and a ear would make him quite fetching.

Vanniez was smitten by the boy that he was, and Naoki knew that.

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Vanniez frowned, " What why does Avarahn want to work with us ?".

Naoki had proposed the proposition his orders detailed to Vaniez immediately after they had their thing. " Well for one, we know that you intend to destroy Bardar. And our only goals in Bardar is to do the same thing. We have no ill intentions towards you and if we work together, we can finish the jobs much easier.".

Vaniez nodded. "But whats in it for you?".

" Well, the Council merely wants to destabilize the power of the current Bardarian Government. And you and we both want that right ?".

Vanniez nodded once more and said, " Very well then. But how would you help us ?".

" We know of may people in Bardar. And we have contacts even Carelia would envy." Naoki stated.

Vanniez grimaced at the mention of the name.

OOC; To describe PFF, PIA and Sector 13. Not so many years ago Bardar fought the War of Liberation against their Northern Neghbour, the PFF (People's Freedom Federation) a Stalinist state that the Bardarians simply refer to as the Oppressors. It was during that war the Bardarian warrior culture was shaped. Soon after independence Bardar was invaded by other nations (Belschaft and Revolutionary Esparada due to oil), a war that was abrupted by Comrade Raskol, the last radicalist general in the PFF, when his forces invaded Bardar. Bardar and Belschaft allied and forced Raskol's armies out of Bardar. In hims homeland, Comrade Raskol was arrested and convicted for Treason against the Proletariat and executed. Soon afterwards the PFF fell into anarchy. The PFF has a known intelligence agency, the PIA (Proletarian Intelligence Agency), which mostly is in ruins, except for their most notorious sector, Sector 13. Sector 13's goal is revenge on Bardar for all the humility they have brought up on PFF.

IC; At the Secret Military Base that had become a temporary HQ for the Secret Police things were in chaos when Agent Black Spider arrived. he rushed to the basement that had become the new Technical Department and found Isleka Alvaras, the most experienced hacker in the Secret Police. It only took seconds for Isleka to go through Stevid's firewall and deliver an urgent message disguised to come from Stevid's allies. In reality it contained the intel on the Oppressor involvement in the Secret Police. Agent Black Spider then rushed to the air base where helicopters were waiting, if the Templars would not release Carelia she had to be saved. A team of well trained agents had been appointed to assist agent BlackSpider in the rescue attempt.

Charton Juggau walked quickly to Asmolach's office. He had been summoned only a few hours after his cousin Poltos Juggau had died. He knew what it was about, Asmolach wanted him to assume control of the Finance Ministry. That was of course a dangerous job to have at these times, but he knew his obligations. The Juggau family had received the Ministry as their jurisdiction after independence, and it was his obligation to protect his family's interests. Another obligation he had was to avenge his cousin's death. He had used some of his contacts in the Opium Ring and the Secret Police to get some information. The assassin, the traitor Marc had already taken his life, which was a pity, since now Charton would come for his 13-year-old son. But there was another matter than just a Vendetta against a useless lower class family. Marc had spoken to a man which on the streets of Baradech was called One- Eye Maash. Charton had already sent out men to catch that man. He wanted to know the names of everybody involved in the murder of his cousin, and One- Eye Maash would soon face an offer he can't refuse.

OOC: Sorry its a bit long.

IC:

Carelia kept her mouth shut; all her training to become a member of the secret police began to pay off. Torture training could be the bane of a Templar’s life because it made things so much more difficult to extract information and only lengthy torture would spill the beans if there were any. It was time the Templars didn’t have and they were a resourceful bunch in any case, any information they required they could easily find out some other way.

Simeon punched the women square in the abdomen against and she let out a hollow yet painful moan. She hunched forward in her chair still handcuffed from behind, the wind knocked out of her and the physical might of the Templar had taken its toll on Carelia very quickly. He cupped her face with his hand so they could look eye to ‘eye’, and even behind the helmet firmly stuck on his head you could tell he was smiling.

“Your weak and pathetic body will give in before your mind will. That’s the problem with women operatives, they die far too easily thus perfect for holding information critical to any event. But you know full well we don’t need you dear heathen lady, it would just save us a few hours if you would just tell us everything you know. But it seems that’s not going to happen, which leaves only one alternative…” He cackled behind the helmet and Carelia shivered. She was breaking but not enough and certainly not soon enough for the Templars to get all the information they were after. “You should never have come here.”

He beckoned a knight over to him and ordered him to stand several metres away from him. He took out his pistol, loaded and then primed it.

“This is just one weapon we have dear lady. You’ve seen the mess it made of your friends from range so what do you think it will do at close range to Brother Fallax?” He asked pointing towards the knight who should to attention. “I’ll show you!”

At once he stood up straight and wheeled round and fire three shots into his brother knight all aimed at different organs of the body, the heart, brain and liver. The shots rang out and thumped into the Templar who stumbled backwards a few paces as he felt the huge stopping power of the gun kick into the bullets. But he didn’t fall, there was no blood and no sign of being winded at all. There was a dent in the middle of his helmet where his armour had stopped the bullet and on his chest were more signs of his wondrous protection. The bullet aimed at his liver had been stopped by his steel protection completely but the bullet aimed at his heart had breached the first layer of armour and slammed into the plasti-steel armour beneath which had stopped the bullet completely without damage to the knight.

“They will come to rescue you because you are a top priority target for us and valuable to the secret police. But the attempt will fail ultimately. Nothing you can bring here will worry us totally. The armour is made of super light weight steel that has been folded and forged for hours and hours on end like one would do with a samurai sword, but it is thin as you can see and it didn’t stop everything. But the helmet is further reinforced and loaded with computer technology, it’s what saved his life. The body armour underneath is simply black army fatigues with a twist, over all the vital organs and main muscle areas are plates of solid reinforced steel and Kevlar materials and hardened ablative plastics. Plasti-steel is a steel and ablative plastic hybrid with anti-thermal properties which allows for fire protection as well. Us knights standing here before you and all over your country are the most heavily armoured and armed men in the world, you’d think this equipment is heavy and you’d be right but the rigorous training we do every day for the past twenty years is enough for us to wear this armour, carry our weapons and equipment packs and still be faster and more agile than the next best soldier in the world. Your people don’t know what they’re up against. YOU underestimate us and so do they.”

He thanked his brother for his nerves of iron and steadfast loyalty in him and his faith in God for protecting him, then holstered his gun and drew his sword from the scabbard on his back. It was a beautiful sight to behold, the helm of the sword looked like gold and had been ornately decorated with religious runes and iconography but the selling point was the blade itself. It was really two blades in a way, the first was steel folded hundreds of times and forged over and over again the same way a samurai sword was as well but the blade was thicker and the steel narrower. The blade had the steel at the centre of it but on the blade edges was something stronger still, solid silver. The steel was on the inside and lining the outside of it about half an inch thick was the silver ‘border’. Forged together and folded in a sense, it made the sword almost stupidly strong- exactly as a broadsword should be.

“This is the party piece. Our swords are just an extension of our arms in battle, these things are better than any in the known world except Excalibur itself that lies in vaults of St. Malleus. They can take numerous blows from samurai swords and not break. It is the pinnacle of sword forging and only we knights possess this sort of power. We have the firepower too. Assault rifles, mortars, hand guns, heavy machine gun, rocket launchers, anti-aircraft missiles, boltguns, flamers and high tech anti-tank assault rifles with depleted uranium shells. Our brothers can fight a small war. You have no idea how well equipped we are, how powerful and influential we are. Killing a few of us will get you nowhere, there are thousands of us back in Stevid and this country has several more cells like this one too. Bardar will fall into the cleansing fires of hell and by the end it will burn with the righteous fires of Catholic zeal! This will start with your death regardless of the paths we will all take.”

Simeon’s head twitched slightly as something appeared on the view screen inside is helmet. A message icon flashed in the top right of the screen indicating that a message from someone with a vox-communicator had sent a typed message to him personally and sent via the data link used by the vox. He focused his eyes on it and winked. The iris recognition system saw where his eyes were looking and the wink allowed it to judge that Simeon wanted to view the message. The icon flashed and then the message appeared in a box the covered half the screen while the injured sight of Carelia remained in the other half. The message was from GHQ in Stevid, St Malleus- the home of the Knights Templar in Stevid. They had received a fax from their ‘allies’ Avarahn operating within Bardar detailing them with information regarding Carelia and the secret police, most of it they already knew though, her heresy and belief in a false God and prophet, the abuse about the Virgin Mother of God and the trickery that the secret police employed. It was true the while Simeon trusted no one but his own brethren he certainly trusted the National Syndicate more than the secret police. Still, he was not one to take sides on whim but Avarahn hadn’t miss led them yet. Simeon rushed over the last details of the message and gave a standard reply to confirm he had the message but would act with his own instinct.

He twitched off the vox-communication he had received and got back to toying with Carelia when a fellow knight walked into the room.

“Brother Captain. We have received a message regarding a sleeper cell within Bardar’s secret police force. They say that his oppressor force has committed the foul acts and pinned the blame on the secret police.”

Simeon frowned behind his mask and his suspicion peaked. “Sender?”

“One of our international allies Brother.”

“A friend of Stevid, why should they care about what we are doing? They have vox technology either, no one we know does so how did they get into our server?”

“Possible hacking sir.”

“Then it might not be allied… then again it might be genuine, NO! It is irrelevant, from what it sounds like they are trying to keep Carelia alive for as long as possible. We don’t turn our backs on those we’ve trusted so far and those are our ‘friends’ from Avarahn. We stick with them and continue to kill those in Bardar, National Syndicate or not, who denounce the Pope and/or kill our religious brethren.”

He took out is Equinox pistol again and primed it.

“They will be coming for her. They have under estimated us, we will not under estimate them. The Bardarian secret police are very resourceful, they found the hideout with Carelia and so it is quite possible that the military and special forces branch knows this location as well. They will be well armed an equipped but as much as we are, if a battle erupts we will have the advantage, their forces have never gone into battle with us and have very little information on us apart from that which is publicly given- that we are military zealots and nothing more. They have no idea of our military potential or physical and mental strength. Surprise is on our side even though we are being attacked.”

He punched Carelia again in the chest and she groaned with pain, making sure she could move. He then turned to his fellow knights and ordered his vox-communicator to tap into every knight in his platoon so they could all here him.

“Brothers, stand to! The enemy comes and will be coming soon to try and rescue members of their secret police. They will find only three corpses of the men and woman they once knew. That is assuming they get that far. There most likely will be a battle, it will be short and bloody and the odds are stacked very heavily in our favour but complacency is not acceptable! Their rescue team will be well trained and armed and I would be negligent to say we will win this 100%, we very well may take casualties. Arm yourselves, they will most likely attack from the air to give them mobility and surprise, we will adapt to those circumstances when they come. Heavy and medium weaponry will be favoured in this battle. High powered anti-vehicle rifles to tackle the helicopter, assault rifles and grenades for the infantry. Also I want Brother Knights Campion, Rafen, Justin and Justicar Delos to accompany me once the enemy are on the ground. We will take the fight to them with gun and sword.”

“Aye!” Came a deafening roar of a reply of the communicator.

“I order all brothers to stand to and tap into your squad’s vital sign data charts to see who falls or who is injured. Look after one another and pray to God for victory.”

He switch off his communicator and watched as knights followed back and forth into the makeshift armoury in the house they had occupied, they came out with guns of a varying degree of sizes two of which were oversized assault rifles with clips loaded with deplete uranium bolts. Simeon smiled to himself and looked at the cowering Carelia and raised his handgun.

“And now to make your rescuers mission already a lost cause…”

Without hesitation he pulled the trigger and a single bullet flew into her head throwing the chair backwards onto the floor with her corpse still handcuffed to it.

“Uncuff that thing and take it and the other two to the back garden and burn them. The fires of cleanliness might actually rid us of some of their taint.”

A total of thirty Templars were in the local area and armed themselves in preparation for a possible fire fight. Two had the huge assault rifles with depleted uranium shells and took up positions on the roofs of some of the taller buildings. One on one building while the other Templar was on another, they hid inside the building but behind the doors that led to the roof and would appear just as the enemy troops were disembarking from the helicopter or helicopters. The rest scattered in groups of three except those with Captain Simeon and were armed with assault riffles, handguns, grenades and their swords. All were transmitting their vital signs to one another and the computers on their backs were programmed to inform everyone when a comrade was dead or injured. Thermal imaging and threat assessment programming was checked and double checked, they were already. Soon the street would be a war zone and the rescue team would need a miracle. The Templars wouldn’t stay in the fight long, if they did slaughter the enemy then swathes of reinforcements would come and crush the Templars, they were to scatter and fall back if things got heated.

They watched and waited for the enemy to arrive, Simeon sent out small foot patrols to seek out enemies possibly arrive by foot while the look outs with the heavy weaponry on the roofs scanned the skies with their enhanced visual equipment for incoming aircraft. The stage was set, all that remained was for the rescue team to arrive.

OOC" I would assume that Isleka is a male ..if not pls correct me n i will edit it ..thanks ..
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The man in black twitched.

He had just received a message from St. Malleus. He pondered the message. It seems like the Secret Police had decided to try and raid the templars that were holding her. He frowned. The Templars were the best and certainly the Secret Police would have a huge fight on their hands. Though one should not understimate the Secret Police too.

He hurriedly typed a message in to be set to St. Malleus. The message would state the Council's trust and commitment to their Stevid counterparts and would offer their help if the Templars needed them. Though they could not afford to come out and fight openly, but they could serve to provide distractions elsewhere.

The man in black rose from his desk and frowned once more at a part of the message he missed. It seems that the Secret Police had hacked into the Templar's server. he smiled. That must be the work of Isleka Alvaras, the cousin of Carelia Alvaras.

He thought that it was time to move on Isleka.

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Unknown to Isleka Alvaras, he was not as safe in the new Secret Police head office as he thought he was. Well, he was safe physically, but not mentally or physiologically.

If he had remembred his drunken exploits in the prostitution houses of the Capitol, he would have rememberd the time when he had been with a stunning red haired woman. But of course he did not and so when the chemicals went into action, he was taken quite by surprise.


The woman had injected a specialized chenical into him while he had passed out. The chemical was a mixture of several high tech combinations as well as traditional poisons. The botulinim and sarin liquids would be activated by the signal and would start to transform from harmless to lethal form. The nervous systems and respiratory systems wouls slowly start to shut down as the body experiences spasms. Then, the strychnine chemicals are activated and soon the body muslces stiffen and are locked inti place. This combinations of deadly technology and chemicals can be triggered from any distnace with the help of sattlelite technilogy and once triggered nothing can stop it.

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The other technicians found Isleka's dead body outstretched and lifeless on his office floor. His eyes were open but lifeless and his body was unnaturally stiff. All attempts to revive him failed. With his death, the secret Police's only real technological expert and hacker was dead. the only one remaining fron the blast was now dead from mysterious conditions.

Charton Juggau was a vindictive man. But he was unprepared for his murder of Marc's son.

The target Charton's men were tailing, was on his way home from school. When a black clad man simply walked up to him from a back alley and shot him in the head. The man in black then promtly dissapeard into the alleys never to be een again. The watchers set by Charton to kidnap the boy were confused and frustrated . Someone had got to the boy before they did. And they had killed him. They must have been Marc's employers. Now they had no leads in that direction.

One- Eye Maash smiled. He had been captured by Charton's men on Luvrai Street.

He had refused to anwser any questions and now Charton was coming to see him and according to the brutes, offer him an offer he cannot refuse. One- Eye Maash knew who had killed Poltos and Charton had to offer him soemthing really good.

OOC: more coming soon ..
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The man in black also sent a message to Red Mask. He informed her of the latest developments and about the capture of One Eye Maash. he also told her that their friends, the Templars had killed Carelia.

The man in black thought to himself. The Templars had indicated that they were willing to continue working with the Council and that their mission was parallel to each another's. They both had plans for Bardar, neither of which would harm the true and faithful Catholics in Bardar. The faith had to be protected. But now whith the Secret Police attacking the Templars, the Catholics had to be protected. He sent another message to the Templar headquarters asking them if they had any plans on how to protect the Catholics in case things got out of hand.

He smiled at thinking of Carelia's death. Her death was assured as the Templars were true devotees of the faith and further, they had no reason to not trust the Templars. Similarly, the Templar had always been their honest counterparts.

Prime Minister Asmolach entered his office.

As he turned on the lights, he froze. His entire lavish office was no, not filled with assasins but something akin to that. As he atiously moved backwards to exit his office, a whole bunch of them dropped from the ceiling thus blocking his only exit. he started sweating fervently and started muttering chants and prayers. He was all alone in his office. he did not want to die yet. He still had his job to do damn it !!! But he couldnt help thinking that he would not live for another ten minutes at least.

The animals had noticed him, and they knew he was frightened, He hated snakes. Now the most dangerous snakes in the continent was in his office along with other equally lethat animals. he prayed for mercy and a quick death. he knew he would not survive. The animals were about a feet away from him.

Among them were, the poison dart frogs, yellow banded snakes, black queen snakes, desert outback snakes, diamond back rattle snakes, collet's snakes and king cobras as well as even the 3 members of the most lethal and fastest crocodile in Bardar, the Venarii Swamp Crocodile.

Prince Orol Sarekh, General Kessel Berdin and General Pridos Konstant entered the King's office.
"They got Asmolach! They got Carelia!, the Hose of Alvaras is openly speaking about your betrayal of their matriarch! Brother, do something!" shouted Prince Orol in his brother's face.
"If we mobilize all our force we outnumber Nagvar 6:1, and his forces are not as well equipped as ours." General Konstant added.
The King just stared at them with an empty face. Then Isabeau Monroe enter the room.
"What kind of pathetic King are you, it's your rotten nation that is falling apart. Behave like a king again, for once!"
Just when Prince Orol was about to slap the queen- woman for her insult of his brother and King, Bardur I spoke out for the first time in weeks.
"Do, it. Assemble all our troops, Attack at all fronts, get Nagvar! Just get this to stop!"
"One more thing, Prince Orol added slowly, who shall be the new Asmolach, who shall bear the burden of the wisdom of the Great Prophets and the Mantle of Prime Minister?"
"Send for Lakriv Sarekh, he's young, smart and charismatic, he is raised in the Temple and his mother was Asmolach's sister. Asmolach himself praised him many times. He is fit to lead our government as well as guide os in our faith", the King answered slowly.

Agent Black Spider shot his way through another Templar, while most of the Secret Police rescue team was fighting on the streets outside the HQ, Black Spider had sneaked in, confirmed Carelia was dead and reported it back. Now he rushed with Carelia's necklace, a relic of the Asmolach family, out of the building. If Carelia couldn't be saved, the Asmolachs should at least get back this holy relic so that a new leader of their family could be chosen. Another Templar tried to block his way, another dead body. Agent Black Spider was the Secret Police's star agent, one who would complete his objectives no matter what.

One- Eye Maash looked terrified upon Charton Juggau. Once he had thought he would never see Firena again. But there she was, she must be at least 8-years-old by now. One of Chartons men had a knife at her throat.
-I-I-I t-tell y-you all I k-know, he stuttered.

Don Alejandro had just heard the news about Carelia's death. A great tragedy indeed. But he had been more surprised about the news that there was a new Agent Foxtrot, and that agent with the same codename as Carelia once had was coming here. The door opened, and in walked a woman in her mid thirties. It took a little while before Don Alejandro realized the similarities with Carelia, and he immediately understood who it was.
-Zethira Alvaras, he said quietly, the oldest daughter of Carelia Alvaras, disappeared without a trace 12 years ago.
-My mother introduced me to the Opium Ring by that time, Zethira answered, I gained my mother's codename. You haven't heard about me since I belong to Agent Alpha's cell.
-While I belong to Agent Charlie's cell, two separate entities within the Opium Ring. So why have you returned.
-Isn't it obvious, my mother is dead, the Alvaras family is without leadership. The Ring fear a National Syndicate takeover. I have returned to assume my position as my mother's successor.
-It's dangerous times in Baradech, Don Alejandro added, not even your mother was able to handle the situation.
-I know, she said and smiled the same way Carelia used to smile, but my mother's death must be avenged and I have duties towards my family. Even though I have been abroad for a long time I have never ceased to be a Bardarian. No, give me all you have on the Templars. They won't know what hit them before it's too late.

Breaking News:
"After the ceremony that declared Lavriv Sarekh as the new Patriarch of the Bardarian Church and Prime Minister he immidiately declared that with the full support of the King he declare a State of Emergency in Bardar and introduce a curfew in all Bardarian cities. He has also mobilized all the Bardarian armed forces and as he described it; "will crush the National Syndicate so that they will never rise again". Yesterday King Bardur I presented a royal decree declaring all members of the National Syndicate traitors against the Nation. Hundreds of civilian members were arrested last night, all facing charges of treason. The new Prime Minister who has taken on the ceremonial name Asmolach has also declared that the "evil foreign assassins that have supported the National Syndicate will all face the wrath of the Lords of the Mountains". Meanwhile the pope of the Bardarian Catholic Church has encouraged many of his devout followers to join the Bardarian Armed Forces in a Crusade against evil. The Minister of Defence; General Pridos Konstant has ensured that the campaign against the National Syndicate will be swift and short, and that the security situation soon will change to the better."

Hans Steiner,
New York Times

More dreams, more agony. Once again a night he would rather forget. Imre Nagvar looked out of his window. The Bardarian Air Cavalry (helicopters) had recently destroyed one of his major strongholds. He had heard rumors of offensives all over his territory. He wasn't worried though. As a divine being it was already decided he would win this conflict. He looked at the body of a Christian boy he had tortured yesterday. A single survivor from a village his men had raided. Had prayed to his foreign god even his last seconds of pitiful life. Imre Nagver felt no remorse over the boy's death. He was nothing but scum that infiltrated his homeland with foreign ideas. No, first Baradech would be cleansed, then the rest of the country. Then he would have some fun with that mysterious Avarahn lady that supported him. He did not like her, he felt that he was used to fulfill some dirty foreign goal of hers. No, when he didn't need her anymore she would pay for her sins. They all would. He had a mission, a mission to purify Bardar, and he would be successful, how could he not, he was a God after all.

Lakriv Sarekh was one happy man. After the death of his uncle, he had finally been chosen to be the new Patriarch. After studying most his life in the Temples of the Gods, he was now ready to embrace his destiny.

He knew what he had to do. He knew that it was time.

By the virtue of his position, he could now execute his plans for Bardar. One that will leave it in his exalted image.

Charton Juggau smiled. Finally. At last.

One Eye Maash had no choice. He could not let Firena be held by these bastards.

He looked at Charton and swore inwardly. The slimy cunning man had found and kidnapped his only daughter.

He had no choice. The stakes had been raised. For that matter, he did not know if that actually was Firena or not. Why would Firena be here, he rationaled. She was after all dead. He had killed her himself.

He smiled. He looked at the surprised and confused looks of Charton and his men. He slowly reached to the embedded instrument under his left arm skin.

The same thing happened to Charton, One Eye Maash , the girl and Charton's men. But this time the entire Finance Ministry and its 750 employees in it blew up as well. The magnificent blast erupted from the basements of the Ministry upwards , tearing through the 9 floors.

More than 750 people lost their lives including the newly appointed Minister for Finance. In one blast the centre for bardar's economy and finance control was destroyed. The financial cheques totalling 51 billion, about 15% of Bardar's entire riches was blown up in that single blast lasting no more than 5 minutes, crippling Bardar in their time of need. The war had suddenly moved from frantic to desperate.

The work of Novox X and his men was one of perfection.

Bardar was now in a hopeless situation and indeed the only way they could afford to finance themselves now was through heavier newer taxes, through their reserves in minerals and resources and their banks overseas , which was still not the same amount as those destroyed 7 hours ago.

The Reserve Bank of Bardar, the National Banks of Bardar and the Commercial bank of Bardar, including its more than hundred branches nationwide blew up in a syncronized attack several hour ago. The authorities had not concentrated to protect the financila reserves, instead protecting, governmental offices and military bases.

A total sum of 700 billion Bardarian dollars was destroyed in fiery blasts throughout Bardar.

The new Government of Bardar headed by the new Patriarch had been forced to cease battle for 3 days starting an hour ago.

The Cabinet was in extreme frustration. They now had to cease battle for a few days. Untill they could pool all their resources back again. They had no finance minister to advise them now, as the previous one had just died too.

The ministers for defence and security was under heavy fire for not protecting the banks and reserves, a callous and costly mistake.

OOC: I will post more this evening ..later ..cheers

Bardar's economy was down by at least 50% of its original value and investors were leaving the country in droves.

Red Mask smiled and nodded satisfactorily. She was glad at the recent successes.

The Cabinet had been forced to admit to the public that the previously short and victorious war was now going to either be no war or a long and expensive war.

The baracks of the 3rd, 4th and 7th Flying Leopard Squads were among the best in Bardar. They were especially skilled in ambushes and hostage situations. However, they were not prepared for the event in which they themselves might be the victims.

The hundreds of men belonging to those regiments were lying on their beds enjoying their quick rest for the lenght of the recently suspended war. The commanders of the regiments were discussing new tactics in preparation for the resumption of war against the National Syndicate.

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Novox X was one busy assasin. " Hurry, hurry" Novox X barked at his underlings.

Just after bombing the banks, the dark figure had hurried to the camp base of the Flying leopard regiments.

They had to finish their attack before the hour was up. After they had cleared the lands surrounding the base, killing up to 30 soldier scouts and watchmen. They then proceeded to arm the missiles.
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The three flying leopard regiments did not stand a chance. The guided missiles slammed into the low buildings, instantly blowing out the main barracks and residential houses. Hundreds of soldiers died in seconds. The officers and commanders were next as more missiles sailed into the offices and command centres and detonated. None who were there before the attack survived. Though several men under Novox X had been hit by flying projectile from the explosion.

Breaking News Reports

- New reports released by reporters in the Royal Bardarian Court Complexes have reported a blow dealt against the new Prime Minister.
- The Supreme Court in an unanimous decision has decried the arrests of hundreds of civilians who were arrested last5 night based on suspicions that they were members of the National syndicate.
-The Supreme Court has ordered the Government to release all of them immediately or face criminal charges. Criminal charges initiated by the Supreme Court would result in the suspension of the ministers and officers involved.
- The Supreme Court which has the power to override any government decision in regards to order, justice and rights are in their full capabilities and constitutional rights to do so.
- The Court stated that the arrests were made on suspicions and that the habeas corpus of all such individuals had been breached.
-Due process had not been followed and the warrants from the Court had not been requested as should be done in the case of cicillian arrest.
-Furthermore, the arrests were made without proving that they were not civilians and under the current treason and terrorism laws, one has to a a proven terrorist first to be arrested. the current laws held no provisions for arbitary detention.
-Also, the arrests had been deemed in breach of human rights of the civilians, and also in breach of the WORLD ASSEMBLY RESOLUTION #13 - Fair Criminal Trial. The arrested civilians had not been granted a reason to their arrests within 24 hours of their said arrests.
- the Government reeling from the demise of more than half the economy and financial reserves has yet to respond.

Dr. Hazel Zum , the last remaining Zum family member in the current life on earth wept for his son in his office. he had still not gotten over the death of his son. After hearing of his son's death he had left Carelia and returned to his office.

He heard a sound from the back of his office. He looked up at the entrance to the small library.

He nearly yelled out in fright as a woman walked out of the doorway. His hands started to shake. How on earth did she get there ? There was only one window and it was locked for goodness sake.

the woman smiled at him. " Shush, dont be frightened. I closed the window after I got in. No one will know. Not a thing. No.". She started to smile again.

Hazel Zum frowned at her. " Who are you ? Why are you here ? Are you here to kill me ? You wont escape alive from here you know. ".

The womas merely purred silkily like a cat. Hazel felt a faint shiver run down his spine.

" Why ? Why ? Are you not happy to see me ? Hahaha. Killing is like so ever messy. To kill or not to kill. Fine weather is it not. Money in the skies. In the drains. Blood flowing everywhere. Generals killed. Ministers bitten. Hehehe." the woman rambled madly.

Hazel thought that it was likely she was some mad lunatic escaped in the chaos outside. Maybe one of the protesters that had taken to camping and shouting outside the Governmental Office Complexes.

She suddenly threw her hands in the air and shouted several words in some strange language.

Hazel Zum leaned back away from her.

She suddenly nodded wisely and said, " Lucky me. I am not supposed to be here she says. You knew that ? You knew that didnt you? Why you .. You .. You murdering bitch slime !!! How could you !!! Your son, may he rot in all the heavens and hells. May you and your damned forever family die from pastries and jams !!! You ! You ! You bastard ! " the woman started screaming at him, spit flying from her mouth.

Dr. Hazel Zum stared in shock, at a loss to do anything at the suddenness of it all as she whipped out a gun and shot him twice in the head and three more times in the chest.

Dr. Hazel Zum fell lifeless to the cold hard marble floor, finally joining his son in the afterlife.

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The woman failed to be seen again after that. Despite numerous attempts to find her, it was as if she had dissapearead from all sight and sound. She was never caught or seen again.

Shocking News !!!

The Konstant family is next on the list it seems.

5 key members of the immediate family had been found raped and murdered in the sewers of Bardar.

Two holiday houses belonging to the family was firebombed and 12 employess of the family were found dead at the Konstant family house due to poisoning. At least 70 staff to the family has quit their jobs and returned home.

The wife and only female child of General Pridos Konstant was brutally attacked this morning and left for dead in the small town of Lancha near the foot of the mountains. The authorities have confirmed their deaths as real. The general has three other sons though.

The new spokesperson for the King, Anaya Konstant, niece to the General was kniffed fatally in the Bardaian Capitol Markets just this morning.

The Province of Tellarch in Southern Bardar has anounced their breaking away from the Kingdom of Bardar. The Governor of the Province, Vincen Deem anounced that news this afternoon after the loss of more than half of the nation's reserves. The province which carries 28% of Bardar's gold and coal resources is suspected to ceed from the Kingdom in order to prevent any direct attacks by the National Syndicate on their reserves there. Based on a quick phome polls conducted instantly, it is reported that 73% of the population of the province supports the move.

The local assembly and courts had also approved the cession. Now it was up to the Royal Government to accept or refuse or ignore the move.

The new Minister for Trade, Lihnan Alvaras was appointed to replace Valmor Zum after the death of the previous minister in the house bomb. He now looked suspiciously at his secretary and said, " Why are you still here ? Are you not supposed to be home?".

Marie Walshun said . " Why yes of course Minister. But I had left something and I returned to get it back. ".

" Ahh, well then thats fine. Its not as if I have anything to do ehh? What with the loss of the reserves and the fleeing of investors, my job is pretty much finished. Hah." Lihnan muttered grumpily. Due to the deaths of so many ministers and officials recently he had been promoted before he was actually qualified. usuall, ministers would serves as deputy ministers or chief of departments before appointment but he had only served as a ambassador to a minor country before. Though he did like his job. the only thing he had to do was read disaster and loss reports as well as attend the increasingly desperate cabinet meetings every day.

He shook his head. What a life !!!

Comrade Vanniez nodded.

" Yes of course master". He ended the conversation with his superiors in Section 13 through com link.

He turned to the boy, Naoki.

" My masters has approved of our alliance. Section 13 and the Oppresors have decided to start our covert and direct attacks on Bardar;s borders and assets both within the country and outside it" he said to the boy, no man.

Naoki nodded and smiled at him. " of course, let me just notify my supreriors".

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The Man in Black nodded almost cheerfully. At last, Section 13 was working with them against Bardar. They would certainly wreck havoc in their best efforts to take revenge against Bardar. Though Comrade Raskol was dead, now a new and even more terrifying Comrade has risen to replace him. He was even more troublesome for Bardar then Comrade Raskol.

Lakriv Sarekh sat down at the Cabinet meeting, while still in a shock. His inauguration as the new Asmolach had gone fairly well, but then disaster had struck again.
"How bad is it?" was the lead question. He knew that the probably most important ministry, the Finance Ministry had been targeted along with the Federal Reserves Bank.
"Well", General Konstant wh had suffered some heavy losses himself said quietly," The Opium Ring is currently calming down things in the South, they have huge plantations there after all. They have also agreed to hide many of our family members. We lost almost all the Zums, and Valmor Zum, our dear Minister of Trade is not attending today because he is currently organizing the flight of his family from the country, his branch of the family suddenly became the leading branch, you know. The new secret procedure how to hide family members abroad is another thing we have to thank the Opium Ring for."
"The High Court has been calmed down, the usual bribes in work, event hough we are running out of money", the Attorney General Izakh Berdin said with a dark voice.
"Is the army operational?", asked the new Prime Minister nervously.
"Yes, we have Colonel Gracht out there, and the preliminary reports were exaggerated, however we did lose a lot of good men and women", answered General Konstant.
"We have destroyed 8 of the National Syndicate stronghold, Nagvar is holding about 10 more, I think we could get them in a quick offensive, before the foreigners are able to react", answered Prince Orol Sarekh.
"Your trip?" asked the Prime Minister.
"To the World Assembly, it's on the way, I'll use the secret flight plan delivered by the Opium Ring, I'll be out of the country and speaking to World Assmebly officials before the Avarahn or Stevid spies even realize".
"Good, we need to convince the World Assembly that we have very good reasons to break some resolutions", the Prime Ministe added, "don't get killed, we need a heir to the throne".

Bartholomeus was terrified as the Opium Ring assassins that had caught him drew their knives.
"This will be a message to your Captain Simeon", one of the assassins spat in the Templar's face. Soon the poor Templar had been cut in peaces, and all the pieces were mailed in a box to Captain Simeon's office together with a picture of Carelia Alvaras, the message was clear, they were coming for him.

Comrade Vanniez assessed the situation, working with the Avarahn pig dogs could be favorable for the World Revolution. The Stevids was another matter though, the Lat thing the PFF wanted was the Stevidian army at their southern borders. Sector 13 clearly had to do something about Stevid's growing ambitions, and they had assassinated Stevidian Templars before. Comrade Vanniez looked at his watch, right now the Bardarian Templar HQ would blow up, he heard the explosion. He started to sing revolutionary songs as he called for the Avarahn boy to come to his room. This would be celebrated.

Lt. Colonel Yshen had wítnessed the foreign missiles and thanked his fortune and the Great lords of the Mountain for being alive. The Flying Leopards Brigades had joine up with the Royal Mountain Brigades lead by Colonel Gracht, and they had also been reinforced with several Reserve Brigades. Yet another stronghold breached. More screaming National Syndicate warriors killed. no trace of Imre Nagvar. Soon his movement would be squashed and then these foreign bastards would lack domestic support. Soon this war would unfortunately be over.

Why? Why was he losing. How could his divine powers abandon him now. No, it must be the foreigners. it was not as he needed them anyway. As a god he would easily win without their help. he smiled, that was it! The masked lady had betrayed him. Well, she would face his divine wrath as she so richly deserved. he told his assistant to send for her. Her betrayal would cost her everything. Now, other matters, the Heretics had taken two more strongholds. It was time to use the gas, the true purifier, the holy gas of the Prophets that would kill all false believers and leave the pure, true patriotic Bardarians alive. He told another assistant to give the order, the gas had to be released.

OOC: I really enjoyed writing this post ;)

IC:

Only mere minutes passed after the Templar mobilisation before the rescue helicopter arrived. The Templars laid in wait for the troops to disembark before the street erupted into a warzone. A fierce urban war ensued after the troop drop off and the helicopter tucked its tail between its legs and made a dash for it once all the men were off. It was then that the two Templars on the rooftop with the high performance assault rifles with dU shells opened fire on the brittle machine. Munitions designed to shred tank armour chewed their through the flimsy fuselage helicopter and brought it down in balls of flame.

At street level things swung in favour of the Templars immediately. Knights in the cover of building suppressed the fire of the enemy assault team while knights on the ground killed off those not quick enough to react. Captain Simeon and his retinue charged headlong into the fray letting off a hail of bullets from their pistols in one hand and their handcrafted broadsword in the other. The enemy were not completely inept at fighting and several rounds flew into Simeon and knocked him to the ground while is squad tore into them. Blades fell on exposed flesh and bullets to the head or chest finished the job at both range and up close. Simeon got to his feet and thanked Christ for the protection he was wearing.

Another figure was in the fray too but not a Templar, although the enemy were pouring fire into the Templars only two knights had fallen and only to injury. The enemy assassin had killed three knights already by blade and bullet and had dashed for the entrance to the Templar hideout in this part of the capital. Simeon spied a dashing silhouette of black and fired five shots from his handgun; the bullets missed their mark but kept the enemy agent on his toes as they pinged of the ground inches from the agent’s feet. But Simeon couldn’t prevent him from darting inside the HQ, he wouldn’t find anything expect the corpses of three secret police officers and the towering body that was Brother Justicar Octavius.

Black Spider darted into the room and found the crumpled mess of Carelia and her former officers. He looked on with pity and took from her something of special or otherwise sentimental value. Crouched and picked it up but when he returned standing a figure in the doorway leading to another room was blocked- a huge man, sword in hand, pistol in holster, helmet on, full body plasti-steel and forged armour on. A huge Templar Knight, there were markings on his helmet like chevrons denoting rank- he was the leader of a squad, a Justicar therefore better than your ‘average’ Templar.

Black Spider reacted instinctively and went to attack the knight, but his actions were clumsy and a predictable and Octavius swivelled on his heel and brought his huge sword round for a counter-attack. The enemy agent saw his mistake a second too late and changed his attack to defence and dive out of the attack and out of the way of the Templar blade slicing horizontally through the air. The agent stopped abruptly and swung a leg round kicking into the side of the Justicar’s left knee. It buckled and Octavius grunted as he fell to his knees but realised that Black Spider sensed victory and had brought his pistol round to execute the knight from behind with a shot to the head. He wouldn’t get it that easy. Octavius brought his right leg up to stance as if genuflecting and turned on the spot grabbing his opponent’s gun and moving it away from his head. A shot rang out but missed the knight’s head by inches, Octavius then seized the initiative and rose up out his kneeling stance and threw away Black Spider’s gun. He punched the agent square in the chest who then made a natural wheezing sound as several ribs cracked and winded the man. But calling on all his strength, Black Spider shoved the knight away and landed a series of kicks and punches knocking the knight further off balance. He went to kick the knight a final time in the chest send him to the floor but Octavius read it again and grabbed the leg kicking at him held it as it landed taking the agent to the floor with him.
They grappled on the floor but the muscular presence of the knight was more than enough to over power the agent and Octavius punched Black Spider savagely in the side of the head. The knight then heaved his opponent up and threw him up against a nearby wall that crumbled with the force of the impact. Black Spider was not fazed had hit out at the knights helmet, Octavius staggered and the agent fell to the floor, rolled and bolted for the exit out the back of the house. The knight responded instantly and pulled his Equinox EQC pistol from his holster and fired three rounds into Black Spider’s back. Octavius knew he hadn’t killed him he saw the puffs of white material and plastic disintegrate as the body armour shielded the agent’s back from the killing shots. Octavius threw his pistol aside, grabbed his sword leapt towards the agent screaming as he did so.
Black Spider reacted badly; he twisted onto his back only to see the gleaming steel and silver blade come crashing down into his right shoulder. The blade easily cut through his armour and narrowly missed a vital artery in his lower right shoulder but the force of the blade went further and it came spurting out the other end shattering his shoulder blade. Black Spider cried out with agony but kicked up at the Templar who recoiled backwards dragged the sword out with him, Octavius swung the blade round in a bid to kill the agent but he only managed to cut a thin line down the agent’s face. Black Spider yelped with pain again as the sword cut down his face but he sustained no further injury. He beat back the blade which then cut into his forearm, Black Spider’s blood was everywhere now but he fought on and grappled with the Templar again but was met with savage CQC blows in return from the brave knight. In a desperate gambit he rolled on the floor and found the pistol he had been holding earlier and brought it round towards the Templar. He fire a few rounds but the knight shrugged them off with his armoured plating, a few punches followed but then a surge of adrenaline drove the agent on, the knight buckled to one knee and Black Spider fired a single bullet into the side of the Templar’s helmet. The knight fell limp and collapsed on the floor. The agent didn’t check to see whether he was dead and just bolted for the exit.

A message rang out on the vox-communicator to all Templars announcing that Octavius’ life readings were null and that he was dead.

“That’s the sixth of our brethren to fall!” Cried a knight loudly followed closely by several gunshots and screaming after that as another enemy soldier was downed.

Simeon saw the agent emerge from the house obviously wounded and battered by a recent fight. He was hunched forward and held a wound to his lower fore shoulder and his body armour was riddled with bullet holes front and back.

“At least you gave him raw hell Octavius” Simeon spat behind his mask. But then the agent looked up and saw Simeon’s cutting gaze through the smoke field and battle and bolted across the street to escape. Simeon reacted instantly and fired several round from his pistol, all but one missed- the single bullet the got through slammed into the agents right kneecap and he collapsed forward on the stony floor behind a building. Simeon rushed to finish the job but when he arrived the agent had gone.

“Coward.” He smiled. “Met your match with Octavius… BROTHERS! To me, push forward the advan….” He was cut off in mid speech with the eruption of the HQ house. The agent must’ve planted explosives and large ones too because the whole building and surrounding ones were engulfed in the explosion.

It took the knights several minutes to recover from the blast but the enemy soldiers were dead. Simeon picked himself up and then suddenly remembered this fellow knights that were in some of the buildings.

“Full casualty report!”

The computer buzzed after the command and retrieved the data and transmitted it to all knights.

“18 killed 7 wounded- 2 critically. Notable deceased: Justicars Octavius and Leon.”

“Roger computer, zip the file. All knights fall back and regroup to section 8’s headquarters on the outskirts of the city. Removing one hideout makes little difference. Retain all equipment and kill anyone and everyone on sight who gets in our way. Someone please inform our allies of the battle, ask them to retrieve any data regarding the guild that assassin might belong to or what government agency. We’ll bring the terror before this war is won…”

OOC: that was nice stevid, btw i enjoyed writing this too ...
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The Man in Black looked at the new message from the Templars and swore under his breath. Things did not go as well as expected but the overall plan was still unchanged, he knew.

He thought about the request the message made. Agent Black Spider, hmmm. He was certainly the best. The best spy Bardar had. Which was a shame. Because he liked good spies and agents. He himself used to be an intelligence agent in Avarahn. A pretty good one too.

He instantly accessed the files on Agent Black Spider. He started reading the massive details listed in the databases. It was a lot of material to read. Most speculative though.

Something caught his eye as he scrolled down the pages. A single symbol at the end of a sentence was marked red. He frowned. He had never seen that symbol before. He slowly clicked on it.

A small window opened in the middle of the computer screen. He froze.

After reading the top lines of the information there, a smile started to form on the his face. Yes. Yes, of course.

It seemed that the Council had been busy. Agent Black Spider was not a native Bardarian. In fact, he grew up in the same area as Comrade Raskol. In fact in the same house. In fact, he was the son of Comrade Raskol and the Bardarian authorities did not know anything about it. In fact, even the agent himself did not know of it.

But the most spectacular thing was that Comrade Raskol had injected himself with a certain genetic mutating substance. By passing it on to his offspring, his children too had the mutation. However, no one on earth could detect this mutation. In fact the only authorities capable were the Imperial Avarahn Secret Service, which was the same agency where Comrade Raskol had stolen the substance from. Only they could detect it.
The substance it seems would cause a signal to be emitted by the body of the carrier and only sensor held by the Secret Service could detect it from sattlelites.

The Man in Black suspected that Comrade Raskol had injected the substance with the purpose of trackins his family down later on. But now they could also use it to track the Agebt Black Spider. And in fact, he was the only only one who knew it as even the Imperial Avarahn Secret Service ( IASS ) had forgotten about it.

He immediately emailed the link to the sensor tracking programme to the Templars and also to the Council, in the event that somnething happened to him. Now more than one person knew, and none of them Bardarian.

In the message he also sent informations concerning the Section 13 and the Opium Ring.

The Opium Ring was a secretive drug syndicate that seemd to wield an inordinate amount of power. They deal directly with the Bardarian government and are concentrated in the south of Bardar. They have many secretive spies and offices, though according to reports, the Templars already know where most of them are. Except that the Templars know them as the Charter of Associated Farmers, an organisation that has funded publicly terrorist attacks on Stevidian properties in agriculture and trade. They also hid and supported Carelia Alvaras and the Secret Police.

As for the Section 13, the reports that they had blasted the Bardarian Templar HQ is of course bullshit as no one knew where that was. They had merely blasted the Bardarian Temple Hq which was based on faulty intelligence. The Council had nothing to do with it and though they were working with Section 13, Section 13 did not like Stevid and thus would work against Stevid. The Council would try to persuade them not to do such things again but if they did, Stevid was free to retaliate against Section 13, though The Council would not participate in amy conflict between Stevid and Section 13.

OOC: How would you go to the WA ? is there some other forum to go to "??? anyway nice posts ...also, is Bardar a lanlocked country or is it as sea side or coastal country ? ..thanks. cheers ...

btw ..nice one stevid.

Red Mask smirked.

The Mahdi was now summoning her as if she was his whore. She sent a message back to him asking him to hold on. Their plans had not taken flight yet. Wait and hold on for a while.

As for the Gas, she told him that since the Council held the access to the gas, they could not use it yet. But she told him that she would hand it over soon. As soon as her plan and the plan she had already arranged with hisSyndicate goes through.

She waited until the Mahdi grudgingly agreed to wait untill it happenned.

The Bardarian King was a new man now. Now that he had taken charge, he was finally in control.

He looked at his wife and smiled at her." Thanks" he uttered.

She looked at him almost sadly and replied, " It's not over yet".

She cocked her head to her side and she frowned.

" What is it ? Is anything wrong? ". he asked his wife.

She slowly got up from the chair and came towards him. " I'm sorry" she said.
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Isabelle was afraid. She did not want to. But orders were orders and she had known that this moment would come soon. The Council had decided to move their plans ahead of time. They had started to receive investigations from the IASS as Bardarian ambassadore had started complaining that someone from Avarahn was involved in their problems.

But she had to do it. She reached out to a confused King and instantly set off the trigger inder her skin.

The same thing happened for the third time now. This time it was the Royal Palace that had exploded. The hundreds of staff and officials working there were instantly killed. But it was not just due to Isabelle's blast. Her blast had set off the other bombs all set and ready around the Palace. The Palace staff in the service of the Council and the National Syndicate had done so just days ago.

The King, his cousins and immediate family were all instantly killed. In one blast, Bardar had lost their King and Queen.

General Kessel Berdin ,Attorney General Izakh Berdin ,General Pridos Konstant, Minister Lihnan Alvaras and Minister Adavas Sarekh were watching, stunned by the pyrokinetic frenzy that was occuring at the Palace or at least where the Palace used to be.

They had been in the middle of a meeting without Valmor or Orol of course.

But they had been interupted by the massive blasts.

They were all stunned. What now ? At least the heir to the throne was still alive. Wasnt he ?

But before their thoughts could progress any further, their meeting room was invaded by a force of about a dozen National Syndicate fighters and black clad assasins.

Without even a moment's hesitation, gunfire raked the room and by the end of the shootings, The only things in the room were the unharmed assasins and the National Syndicate fighters as well as 5 dead and damned smoking bloody heaps of what used to be living and breathing men who were Ministers.

Prince Orol Sarekh was one busy man. As he was engulfed in reading the reports and letters he would soon present to the World Assembly officials he did not realize a faint whining noise buzzing in the airplane that was supposed to be a secret flight.

Well it seemed that it was not so much of a secret. The Opium Ring had somehow been either lax or had intended so all along.

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In the cockpit of the plane that was caryying the Orol Sarekh, the pilots and officers were frabtic. They had just detected no less than 12 missiles aimed at the plane and they were all aprroaching. They had tried electonically juamming the signals, as well asn trying to confuse the misslies with decoys but nothing worked. The alien missiles slammed into the plane at the cockpit and the right sides.

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Orol Sarekh jerked up from his papers as the side of the plane was ripped open.

NO ! NO ! NO ! He shouted as he was sucked from the cabin of the plane and thrown outside.

His respiratory system started to choke, he was not wearing the necssary air breathing apparatus. Ice started to form on his sken. But before anything else happened, a new missile slammed into his body. There was no trace of his body left. Orol Sarekh's body had been ripped apart by the impact and had been incinerated by the fires of the blast. All this occured high up in the skies and all within Bardarian airspace.

Colonel Gracht started to feel deeply uneasy. The latest attacks had forced a total stop to their attacks on the remaining 10 strongholds of the National Syndicate.

But it was not just a uneasiness of the heart. The Colonel started to feel faint and felt the hands and legs starting to numb. The colonel started to gasp, unable to breathe and the colonel's jaws and nerve systems started to fail. Foam started to come out of the mouth as the body started to experience jerks and spasms.

The same poisons that acted on the hacker in the Secret Police was at work. But before the staff and officers of the colonel tried to save the colonel but it was too late. the experienced and great commander was now dead.

Tordim Sarekh had waited a long time at the World Assembly HQ when the news came in; something had happened to the plane Orol's plane. A disaster! He has been speaking to ambassadors from some Bardarian friendly nations for hours waiting for the prince to arrive. This was terrible indeed!

OOC; about the World Assembly, I'm just RP;ing that the Bardarians are cooperating with some influential ambassadors at WA HQ so that the WA will keep their eyes closed just this time.

Comrade Vanniez was angry, at the so called HQ there had only been 3 templars, it was clear that he only got a side office. He was furious, someone would pay for this bad piece of intelligence. He called for one of his associates, the one that had reported the location of the "HQ". When the spy, a young man called Herriv arrived, Vanniez drew his Berretta and put a bullet in his stomach. When Herriv fell to the floor he shoot his both feet, he would go on for hours before the agent was dead. Meanwhile ha planned the next step to deal with Stevid, the Bardarian monarchy, the madman Nagvar and ultimatly everyone stepping in the way of the Revolution.

"Are you the one called Lazarus Michael?"
The Templar quickly turned, not knowing how anyone could know his name in this Heathen Country. They were three, all carrying guns, two men and a woman, he quickly reached for his gun. Too late, the woman fired, he knew he'd die, the bullet would hit his heart.

"For my mother", the woman said coldly. The men moved the body and put it in a box, a picture of Carelia Alvaras was added. This would be the second dead Templar they'd send to Captain Simeon. Soon it would be his turn. Zethira Alvaras would not stop this vendetta until her mother's spirit was satisfied, and knowing her mother, she wanted blood, much blood.

The flight had been quite difficult. Agent Black Spider had been able to flee and check in at a local hospital under an alias identity. He did not know if it was safe to return to the Secret Military base. The Stevid Templars were quite skillful, they could eventually track him down. No, it was best to stay hidden for now, he was not sure if the Secret Police would even know survive Carelia's death. Couldn't be helped, now he must just make sure that the Secret Militar base remain a secret.

Lakriv Sarekh entered the Secret Military Base. The call to evacuate government personal had come quickly. Baradech was simply not safe. The new Asmolach knew he would have hard time in front of him. He summoned for Kishene Sarekh, Orol's 12-year-old daughter. The heir of the throne that now would be crowned queen of Bardar. She had chosen the name Barazene as her new name she would take on. Barazene had been a legendary warrior queen, and the Lords of the Mountain knew they needed warriors, but what did a 12-year-old girl know about warfare. She would be crowned before she even have done her military service. Also, some people would have problems with a female ruler. It was not an ideal situation at all. However a drastic move had been made. The old pipe had been closed down. After reading the documents from the deal with the Northstar Corporation it was clear that Belschaft did not have authority over the pipeline, just the drilling stations, the oilfields, and some parts of New Baradech. Avarahn imported 28% of their oil from the Northstar Corporation, this could have a severe economic impact on them, always something. He had also summoned for Dr. Karim Huswari to come home and show support for his country. he had lived as an exile in Belschaft since the War of Patriotism, and even if he had virtually lost all his support in Bardar, he was a wise man, whose support would be important. Drastic measures, all of them, but Bardar itself was in danger.

OOC; will inform Belschaft about this, if he want to respond somehow, he's free to do so.

Anger, Hatred, Disgust. She defied him, defied a God. How was that possible, it was outrageous. No one would betray him like that. He understood only too well what was going on, she was an agent of the Evil Spirits, of Foreign Gods who only wanted the good Bardarian nation to suffer, while foreign evil reigned. She tried to stop him from using the gas. Impossible! No one can stop a God! He sent for some of his most devout followers. He told them to teach that masked woman a lesson she would never forget.

Gregorios I tried to calm down his flock. Catholics had gathered in the new church to pray. Everyone felt that the world was over, the nation they had lived in their whole life was crumbling, the nation many of them had fought for against the Oppressors. The devil Imre Nagvar and his foreign supporters must all be nothing else than Demons from Hell, no one else would do thing like this. The Bardarian pope tried to calm them down, promise them that god in his righteousness and the lord Jesus with his mercy would save them from the Apocalypse. But he knew as well as everyone else that if Nagvar won, their life would be over.

OOC: abt the WA thats cool ..and sorry for killing the King but it couldnt be helped
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Classified InterGovermental Communication

To: Government of the Royal Kingdom of Bardar
From: Ministry for Foreign Trade, Empire of Avarahn


To our fellow partners in Bardar, we would firstly like to offer our utmost condolences regarding the recent deaths of the His Royal Majesty and His Royal Highness of Bardar. We in the Ministry will greatly miss their royal persons. It is indeed a foul deed for anyone to so boldly assasinate a King and a Crown Prince. The Ministry would like to condemn such foul actions and would also like to offer our moral support and best wishes for the troubling times Bardar is undergoing.

In besides that, we would also like to request for an elaboration by the Bardarian authorities as to why the Northstar Corporation pipeline in New Baradech has been shut down. We understand that it may have to do with the recent terrorist attacks in Bardar, but we would be delighted for a detailed explanation as to why a remote pipeline, vital to the interests of so many nations has been shut down. Regardless, under normal circumstances, it is standard practice to notify all nations of such a move ahead of time, in the event of any such action.

We eagerly await a response from the Bardarian authorities and hope to solve this complication wisely.

Once again, our deepest condolences and know that our hearts and minds reach out to the people of Bardar.

Thank you.


Sincerely and with kind regards,

Matthieu Haziq Muammar,
Foreign Trade Correspondent,
Ministry for Foreign Trade,
Government of the Empire of Avarahn,
Empire of Avarahn.



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OOC: more later ..i have to sleep after this ..cheers .
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Red Mask swore.

He had taken it even worse then expected. Very well his men was coming.

She instantly turned to her computer and keyed in her emergency message. By doing so she instantly alerted the Council about the matter and even if anything should befall her the Council was ready in all eventualities.

She then started to load herself with weapons and arranged her next plans. Everything had to be perfect. She then sent a quick message to the Man in Black saying goodbye and wishing him luck.

Red Mask then secretly left the base as she had to keep it a secret. No one except the Council knew where the base was. Even the workers and staff did not know where they were. Currently, the two people of import in Bardar who knew was herself and the Man in Black.

She rushed to the place where the Mahdi's men were headed. The meeting place where she was already due. But she knew it would now not just be a ordinary meeting but quite an extraordinary meeting indeed.

She arrived at the place early and immediately started to ready herself.

She then started to wait.

To; The Imperial Ministry of Foreign Trade in Avarahn
From; The Bardarian Foreign Ministry

Due to our intelligence that people within your government is supporting a terrorist organization, and due to the unfortunate neglect of the Imperial Government of Avarahn to investigate in this matter, The Kingdom of Bardar feel that we have no other choice than to force your government to act upon this crisis through economic sanctions. The oil will flow as soon as the Imperial Government of Avarahn promises to find and arrest all officials in The Imperial Government who fund and give material support to terrorist organizations working within the sovereign Kingdom of Bardar. The Royal Government is already working on a scheme to allow oil to reach other customers of the Northstar Corporation than Avarahn, and we hope to receive support from th Nation of Belschaft and the Northstar Corporation for such action. However Bardar will not allow a drop of oil to reach Avarahn from our national oilfields before Avarahn completely renounce terrorism and persecute all involved in such hideous acts.

The Bardarian Foreign Ministry

The coronation of Barazene I was a silent ceremony, there was no celebration in the air. Lakriv Sarekh crowned the young girl as the "sovereign and all powerful" leader of Bardar. It all happened in a bunker at the Secret Military Base. The Iron Crown had been brought from the Temple so that the new queen could bear the most precious relic in Bardar. The soldiers saluted the queen, while grieving the death of their leader and king, and his noble brother. Bardar's future looked grim indeed now that the proud warrior nation was ruled by a 12-year-old young girl.

To: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Bardar
From: The Ministry of Foreign Trade, The Empire of Avarahn
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We have received your message and are surprised to hear of such news. In light of the recent developments, we will hand over the dealings of this matter to the Foriegn Affairs Ministry.

Thank you.

Sincerely and with kind regards,

Matthieu Haziq Muammar,
Foreign Trade Correspondent,
Ministry for Foreign Trade,
Government of the Empire of Avarahn,
Empire of Avarahn.

To: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Bardar
From: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, The Empire of Avarahn
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In light of the recent developments in Bardar and in view of the message posted to our Government, we would like to express our utmost surprise at receiving such news. To the best of our knowledge, we do not know of any terrorist or for that matter any government official in Avarahn who is or are supporting the recent acts of violence in Bardar. Our official position on this matter is one of neutraliy and we do not condone such actions. Neither are we engaging in such activities in Bardar. Indeed, we are not interested in such activities as they are anethema to our Governments's policies of non violence and also as they are against out societal beliefs.

But since the Government of Bardar has reason to believe that there are such terrorists and traitors in our midst, we would like to request that bardar share such information with us in order so that we can better understand the situation and or deal with such individuals if they do exist.

We do not take kindly to unbacked claims that our Government is involved in a war of terrorism and violence but if such people do exist , Bardar may be assured that such miscreants are illegally taking action and we would do all we can to stop them from continuing any more acts of evil and violence.

We would like to reiterate to Bardar that the Government of Avarahn does not officially permit or back such illegal and evil actions. Thus, any such actions if commited by individuals in our Government or outside is thus illegal and not of oure doing or knowledge. Our offical position has always renounced teroorism and such associated evil and hideous acts. Therefore, we would like to urge Bardar to reconsider the decision to block the sale of oil to us.

We would also like to send a representative to Bardar in order to help in our understanding of this matter.

Therefore we call upon Bardar to share with us the relevant information and we hope that this problem may be sloved amicably, peacefully and hastily.


Thank you.

Sincerely and with kind regards,

Dr. Melissa Teng Siew Mei,
Director of the Office for Foreign Affairs Comprehensive Actions,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Government of the Empire of Avarahn,
Empire of Avarahn.

To Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Avarahn
From The Bardarian Foreign Ministry

We'll hand over all the documents we have, however the Bardarian Freign Mnistry are afraid we won't be able to point out the cultprit for you, however as you will see our investigation clearly show that this is orchestrated by someone high in the ranks of the Avarahn administration, someone with access to Imperial State Funds which have been used to finance mercenaries and pay large sums to known National Syndicate collaborators who undoubtly have paid the sum directly to Imre Nagvar. Since we have some idea that the money come from Imperial State Funds G15-G18, we hope the appropriate Avarhan law inforcement agency will investigate the matter, which undoubtly will be sensitive, since we are well aware that only a very few people have access to the mentioned Funds.

Regards, The Bardarian Foreign Ministry

Dr. Melissa Teng frowned at the latest message from the Bardarian Government.

This was serious. Either Bardar was looking for trouble or they really meant what they said. Either way could be troublesome for Avarahn.

She started reading the documents that she had received with the message. The first few pages were financial records and logs of transactions in Bardar that showed that money was indeed coming from Avarahn to Bardar. But for what reasons it was not known. The nect few papers, were intelligence reports and transcripts about various evidences and facts agents in Bardar had gathered about a shadowy group.

She frowned at the name. The Council. The Council ? What was that ? it was actually a rather plain name.

But the facts were undeniable, some one in Avarahn was sending money to Bardar. For whatever easons, that was a moot point, the fact that money was being sent was itself a crime as it was unathorized.

She looked again at the code and identification numbers for the funds that the Bardarian officials had provided her with. They had said that it was an Imperial State Fund, but in her records, it the codes matched up to the Provincial Development Funds. She frowned. Imperial State ? There were no funds of that name ..but it could be assumed that what they meant was funds for the state. And indeed as for all states funds it was usually imperial. But the Provincial Development Funds ( PDF ), was not under the direct control of the Imperial Government. It was also accessbile to high ranking members of the aristocracy or the nobility. She looked again at the codes. G-15-G18. That was the regional codes for the Yangchen Province and the Hulu Kerian Province. Both provinces bordered Bardar and she knew that both provinces had a crop of nobles that were prone to cause the Emperor and the central Imperial Government lots of minor problems.

She knew that this was not her jurisdiction and she had to call for help. After thinking for a while, she sent out messages to the Imperial Chancellor's office, the Imperial Attorney General's office, the Fraud and Financial Theft Office in the Ministry of Finance, the Imperial Secretary of State's office and the Special Affairs Branch of the Imperial Investigative Agency as well as the Imperial Treasury and the office of Section 19 of the Imperial Avarahn Secret Service. She also later sent out a coded and classified message to the Imperial Palace in order to notify the Emperor.

The battle raged on, the Stronghold in Geresi valley was falling, another loss for the National Syndicate. Even though many soldiers grieved the death of colonel Gracht, they were as hungry for blood as ever, and even more willing to fight than before. The net was tightening around Imre Nagvar, soon he would be out of hiding places.

Zethira Alvaras approached the guards at the Great Gate. The legendary prison under the controll of the Secret Police. She wavede an ID, showing her errand, and was let in, she went through a net of dungeons and tunnels before she reached the cell she was looking for. An old man sat in the cell, a man that once had tried to kill Antroil Sarekh, the man who became Bardur I. The man's name was Jidhir Trielas, his son had becoem involved in the small PFF loyalist force; the Bardarian Revolutionary Front (BRF), a movement that Antroil Sarekh had destroyed without mercy during the Liberation War. Jidhir Treilas' son had been one of the young men killed, and Jidhir Treilas, then chief of the intelligence agency of the Bardarian Free Forces (the predecessor of the Secret Police) had tried to assassinate his commander to avenge his son's death.
-Who's there, is it you Carelia?? Coming to gloat??
-Carelia Alvaras is dead, so is His Majesty Bardur I, Zethira answered, your enemies are gone.
-And yet, I am here in this hell hole, yet I am alive, while they are dead! Oh the irony!!
-This nation might need you, the Secret Ploice is without leadership and is falling apart, most of the senior politicians are dead. Those who are left hav eno quarrels with you.
-Why would I help this nation, I once did that, but this nation betrayed me. I begged him myself tyo spare his life, but the almighty General Sarekh completely ignored me. Why would I help this nation??
-You're a Bardarian by blood, you can never turn your back on Bardar. You know that as well as I, you have the landscape in your blood. The lowlands of Pesche!! The rivers of the South! The terrifying Central Mountains! The beaches of Lake Bardar! The walls of Hadifa! the streets of Baradech, don't tell me you don't weep of happines when you hear those names and think of thse places.
-You know, you look like her, and speak like her, you're an Alvaras, right??
-I am Zethira Alvaras, the oldest daughter of Carelia Alvaras, and the rightful matriarch of the Alvaras family.
-So, this is as long I have been here, Carelia has had a kid, who has grown up to a fine woman. So, this is how long I have been in this place!! Good, I will help this nation once again, what is it you want me to do??
-You'll take over as Chief of the Secret Police. It's known no one has a mind quite like yours, except perhaps my mother. But she's dead and you're alive. You'll be out of this place before you know it.

With these words Zethira Alvaras turned and started to walk the long way back through the dungeons. This was the first time she met her father.

Trielas smiled at the meeting.

Finally she had come to him. Finally he had seen his only daughter. Now all were moving as planned. He was finnaly in a position to take control of the Secret Police and exert control over the young queen. Contrary to what everyone else in Bardar thought, including his daughter, he was not as sequestered here as he should be. Jidhie Trielas was in fact a member of the Council and a rather senior one too. He had been in constant but uncommon contact with the rest of the Council and he knew what was happening outside.

But of course no one else outside of the Council knew and few even knew his true identity even within the Council. Now he would pretend to be loyal to Bardar as he always had done. No one will be wiser, even his daughter.


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Trielas setlled into his new office. He quite liked it. The space and the new technologies would need some getting used to but it was quite enjoyable. Of course he had insisted that he choose his own staff and assistants. He had about 5 assistants and 6 general staff outside his office. He now had to start reorganising and restructuring the Secret Police as he liked.

Magnus Morephis was an angry man, he had not foreseen the sudden ascension of Jidhir Treilas, of all the members of the council that man had been considered the least threat. Magnus Morephis was a very active man, as one of the senior memebers of the council, and one of the most succesful men in Avarahn, he had hoped to be the one completing the Bardar assignment, even though he had his doubt about the whole mission. Bardar was a far away country from Avarahn, which tue, bordered some vassal territory, but that was territory of no importance to Avarahn. Red Mask's obsession about Bardar had started to be a burden to the Council. She hadn't even covered her tracks good enough, and now there was an investigation back home. And neithert did there seem to be any economic gains from Bardar. Bardar got money from oil, a trade that's more or less controlled by the Northstar Corporation and the nation of Belschaft, as well as opium trade, which was controlled by the Opium Ring. The Opium Ring was an organization that filled many bank accounts in Avarahn too, it would certainly be against the national interrest to weaken them too much. And now Bardar had cut of oil trade with Avarahn, and signs that this might lead to recession back home were already revealed. No, Magnus Morephis had no ides why the Council was insisting on this pointless mission, and now even his chance to shine was stolen by a stinking Bardarian. Magnus had once supported the ascension of Red Mask as the leader of the Council because he had believed she would always act in the national interrests of Avarhan. Now he was deeply regretting his choice.

The National Syndicate members spotted Red Mask at the meeting place. They smiled, there was the foreign bitch. They positioned themselves for an attack, tonight she would be assaulted, raped, humilated, tortured and then killed. All for the great mahdi!

Comrade Vanniez had seen enough, this was his chance. The Templars did not see it coming, suddenly Sector 13 agents surprised them from all directions. All the bodyguards were killed. Comrade Vanniez saw how his men wrestled down Captain Simeon to the ground. This was perfect, a victory for the proletariat. He walked towards Captain Simeon now laying at the ground, spat in his face and strted to sing The International. Then he ordered his men to throw the Templar Captain in the back of his car. They would be home in the People's Freedom Federation in a few hours, they already had a plane waiting for them at a remote airport not far from Baradech.

When Zethira Alvaras and her Opium Ring allies reached the place a few minutes later they only saw a couple of Templar bodies. One of Zethira's assocaites found car tracks.
"Follow them", she ordered, "someone is stealing my revenge!"

OOC: Whoa! Whoa! Don't jump the gun here boys with MY Templars. Just been at work a while and haven't been able to draw up a post. i've got some plans for my Templars, I won't be near a computer tomorrow but you should have a post from me on Wednesday.

OOC: ahh ...stevid u must be in either america or canada right ??? its tuesday where i am ..haha ...
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The woman in the red mask was kicked once more by Fahem Ihmadi the leader of the National Syndicatists. She let out a scream and vomited blood onto the ground. He smiled. They had been at this for an hour now. The foreign bitch was suffering greatly. he could see that. her red mask was in tatters and she was bleeding from a dozen places and she had had several fingers and toes snapped by his men.

Now comes the exciting part.

He reached towards her. She tried to push him away but to no avail. he still managed to wrestle her down, flat on the floor. He smiled and slowly stripped her of her clothes.

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The bitch was now bllodied, nude and in obvious pain. He let out a lugh. Several of his men ahd already had their share. Of course he had gone first. he savoured the feeling as he pushed hinself into her first.. These foreign sluts were great. They were even better than the girls back home in his village. He treasured the moments he had just experienced as more of his men had their turns with her. She whimpered loudly as one of his huger sized soldiers took over. He smiled viciously. Revenge was sweet indeed. The Mahdi would be pleased.

Zethira Alvaras was angry. Very angry.

Someone had onviously kidnapped or killed the Templar she especially wanted. And she had a suspicion on who it was. Only Section 13 was capable of it and they were actively doing so in other countries too.

She pursed her lips. They nust not be allowed to kill the Templar. Only she could do so.
When she and her guards caught up with them, she would kill them all.

"Hurry up !!!", she barked at her driver.

She gripped her weapons even tighter. She must not fail. This was for her mother.

Suddenly she heard a faint noise outside the speeding cars. She looked outside.

What she saw stunned her. No, she thought. It cant be.

Clouds of green yellow gasses and dust was frantically rising all around her car and the two cars in front and the one at her back. he guards and her was right in the centre of it.

Her driver looked back at her nervously. " Umm, mistress. The smoke just appeared outside. All of a sudden. There was no warning at all," he fumbled.

Zethira nodded curtly.

She shoved down on the strrings of fear inside her. It could be an attack by either the Council or the Templars. Maybe even the National Syndicate or Section 13.

She looked at the thick swirling clouds outside. The faint mist was now choking blinding smoke. The cars slowed to a stop. Her guards in the car immediately in front jumped out of the car. She watched carefully.

Her guards turned towards the car she was in and moved towards it. About halfway through they suddenly froze. The three of them stiffened and their eyes mysteriously went blank.

All of a sudden, with no warning at all they moved. Her 3 guards instantly removed their weapons from her holster and started to shoot at her car. They started shouting things like " Save the mistress" or " They have her in the car !" or even ridiculous things like " We have got to save her" and " How did they get in ?".

She was utterly bewildered. her men were acting like drunks and madmen. There was certainly no on in the car with her except for her secretary, Tanya; her close advisor, Ehvan Minstral; her driver, Tam and her 4 best bodyguards and Chief Bodyguard Almara Sarekh.

Dr. Melissa Teng bowed to the man in front of her. Or rather a boy. No, she corrected herself. A man. The Emperor was young only, just slightly older than the legal adult age of 18.

The Emperor smiled at her and motioned for her to rise.


She nodded and took a seat at the table. She had been called to a surprise meeting with the Emperor and the Imperial Secretary of State and the Imperial Lord Cancellor.

The Secretary of State nodded at her and continued talking.

" Well, as we know it now. There are absolutely no obvious eveidences that any noble from the 2 provinces is involved in Bardar. We can find not a single trace. Not even a name. But we do have several starbge mysteries," Jennifer Yakenzi Woods said.

" Such as ?" the Emperor asked.

" Such as strange visits to small town with no explanations. The sacking of half the castle in Durmai. The clearing of the border town of Jenrai Tull by the local earl on reasons of ' environmental hazards '. The very frequent trips by6 the nobles in the area to each another's mansions and houses.".she answered.

" Maybe they are just very close to one another" the Emperor suggested with a trace of wry humour in his voice.

Melissa smiled.

Jennifer stared at the Emperor incredously. " Friendly my arse ! Those silly nobles in those 2 provinces are good for nothing much less socialising." she scowled. Her family was known to be at frequent odds with the most powerful family in the Hulu Kerian Province.

" I know. They are not exactly polite people. But you cannot doubt that they do have brains. And we must be very sneaky too if we are too uncover this plot. And the people behind it." He frowned. " Order the IASS to commence full but top secret investigations into the suspected nobles especially Baron Rat Rouge. Even I personally do not like him. I think that he has the personality of a treacherous rat," the last was muttered with a smile. " Spying, wire tapping, tracking. Whatever it takes. Except do not let them know ! No one must know except those who already do and those who need to. remember, no one must know. Also, tell Bardar that we are doing all things possible. And ask them if they would please turn the pipes on again."

Melissa and Jennifer both nodded.

OOC: i still have a post about Magnus coming. please dont advance any posts about him yet. cheers ...
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OOC: this is not the magnus post ..its something else ...cheers ..the magnus one is still coming ...
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Bridges Lee looked curiously at the harbour side city of Rehndi. The city of Rehndi was the largest port city in Bardar and it handle by itself 89% oft he incoming and outgoing cargoes and transportation of Bardar. Maritime and sea tarding and cargoes accounted for at least 35 % Bardars total transportation of goods.

The city was a strategically planned city. The docks were evenly space and shaped to maximise the number of ships able to dock at present and effective trains and roads led outwards from the city. Underneath the entire city was a vast and long network of tunnels and sewers for trash and sewerage purposes. It could also serve as the channel for the Council's latest attack to cripple Bardar.

If this city was crippled, Bardar would lose billions of precious dollars they neede right now. As it is, this city was their single largest source of income now and to lose it was to be crippled beyond belief.

OOC: oops sorry stevid if u wanted to interfere with the Alvaras ..did you ? ...
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OOC; Bardar is land locked, but ther's Lake Bardar and some rivers, so I guess there could be a port city...
I would want to see a Stevid reply soon, anyway, we should think about wrapping this story up...

IC:

Zethira Alvaras was shocked, the thing that had affected the guards was undoubtly some kind of hallucogenic gas. Fortunately for her, the driver had handled the situation like a pro, and she had been able to return fire. No they had lost some time, Sector 13 had been known to use the Ridsheri Airstrip. If they only could get there in time.

Screams, pain, panic... It was everywhere. Imre Nagvar saw the chaos, heard the engines of the MIGs bombing the stronghold. He knew this was a test, a test for his loyal subjects, to see if they were fit to serve the great mahdi. He could not be hurt by the inferior beings of the Bardarian Armed Forces. They would all face his divine wrath, very soon.

OOC: post will be up tomorrow like I said. Sorry about the delay. Btw, I'm in the UK ;-)

OOC: Sorry about the lateness. Also one thing though, I'd rather have Simeon alive so he can be a sort o a war hero for the sakes of future RPS I might have witht he Templars, as a compromise I can kill off a load of Templars. Also I agree we should wrap this up, not that i'm not enjoying it or anything but soon whole governments would step in to curb the anarchy so something must be done to end all the fighting.

IC:

Somewhere in the Bardar Capital

There was a small military encampment inside the city not too far from the centre and although the winds of war had failed to really sweep through these streets, the roads were still devoid of all life spare those of the Bardarian Army. The GHQ in this part of the city had been tracked down by the Knights Templar after their allies managed to leak out some information regarding the possible whereabouts of the Black Spider assassin who was directly responsible for the deaths of seven Templars (Including Justicar Octavius) and indirectly responsible for the killing of another eight knights through the detonating of one of the hideouts. Black Spider had been given his orders to recover Carelia from this forward HQ and though it was highly unlikely he was still there given the injuries he had sustained the people responsible for planning the attacks on Captain Simeon’s command were all gathered there.

It was a straight forward operation and the remnants of Captain Simeon’s commanding (Numbering around thirty Knights) combined with the local detachment of Templars from City Hideout Sector 3 (Around forty Knights) launched a full scale surprise attack on the encampment of tents. The fighting a long range battle at first with lethal mortar fire landing right on top of the base killing some important figures and defence soldiers outright, the shelling continued for a few minutes before the Templars assaulted the base. There were few casualties thanks to the surprise attack and the sea of chaos that had swamped the base, ten Templars were killed with a few more wounded whereas anyone spotted inside the base was slaughtered. The Templars butchered their way through the unprotected flesh of the Bardarian soldiers and commanders. No survivors, Simeon didn’t even want to talk to them after the assault on his command post. They burned the tents and equipment before splitting off but the fight hadn’t end for Simeon.

The Captain left with four other Templars but a mile down the road they were ambushed expertly by hidden enemy agents. His bodyguards killed two of the many assailants but they attack in close range with heavy duty firearms and knifes, the Templars were killed spare Captain Simeon who was wrestled to the ground. It took four huge men to keep him down but they got him cuffed and removed his helmet.

Captain Simeon smiled back at the face that greeted him.

“Vanniez.” He growled and much to his pleasure the enemy commanders seemed a little shocked the Templar knew his name. “Stevidian MI6 gave us some intelligence regarding a possible secret intelligence movement called Section 13. Born from the last war if I recall and probably the most infamous traitor this region has ever produced!”

Vanniez spat in his face but Simeon didn’t flinch, his mere existence was an insult to Vanniez but he was too good a prize to be killed off so early. Simeon was better to everyone alive than dead and that alone was enough to make Vanniez cringe with hatred but enough for Captain Simeon to grin broadly.

The joke was on Vanniez and his men though, regular contact was kept by all the Templars and Simeon’s helmet had been removed and thus he couldn’t report in, his computer on his back continued to operate and even when turned off transmitted life signs and a locator beacon so Templars could recover fallen brothers, in this case it could be used to find the Captain. There was little that could be done for his fellow Templars who had been killed by enemy hands minutes ago but Simeon was important and it wouldn’t take long for the Templars to react.

45 Minutes Later

A city road, abandoned cars lined the streets apart from a white van hurtling down the street with Sector 13 agents in the back and front with Brother Captain Simeon chained up in the back. They had begun an interrogation but Simeon had spilled nothing and the agents knew he never would. He was far too strong physically, mentally and morally to give anything up and so they were just beating him for the sake of it but even then he was taking the punishment like a girder of steel.

There was a T-junction at the end of the avenue and one of the last turns before the city airport but there was something in the junction. The building in front of it had a single lightly armoured Templar with a sniper- an Initiate Scout in training to one day become a Templar Knight. Through the scope he saw the van approaching in a straight line, the head of the driver in plain sight and also the bloke in the passenger seat was clearly visible too. The scout adjusted a dial on the scope a few millimetres and switched the scope to infrared vision, the body heat of the driver and passenger was even better for the scout’s eyes and he wasted no time in using this to his advantage. He fired once and the head exploded once the explosive round entered his forehead, he fired another one into the chest of the passenger and the explosion from the bullet caused a crater in his ribcage- the cabin was a mess and the van piled straight into a parked car on the kerb of the road. Suddenly twelve Templars burst out of nowhere and darted for the van, out of the back of the van stumbled two enemy agents who were both gunned down in a volley of fire, the Templar threw in flash-bang grenades into the back of the van and killed the remaining agents. Crouched at the back was Simeon, free of his cuffs the enemy tried to move him out of the van. A Templar saw his commanding officer and breathed a sigh of relief as he clambered into the van, tracking his vox-communicator and life-sign signals had worked.

He stood up straight and snapped to attention and saluted.

“Brother Captain Simeon, I’m Brother Nero from City Sector 3- it is a relief to see…” He was cut off in mid speech as a bullet shot straight through his reinforced steel helmet spraying brain matter all over the interior of the van. Simeon watched in horror as the headless body of the Templar slumped lazily to the floor.

“Snipers in the roofs! They had an escort”” One Templar yelled.

“Enemies firing from positions to our North and South. Extract Captain Simeon from the battle and destroy the threat.”

Simeon was helped out of the van by another Templar and already three Templars lay motionless on the floor but the controlled and accurate fire from the Templars had already paid off as a body fell from one of the buildings as an enemy was gunned down. However the van’s escort had opened fire too, a group of enemy agents with some decent assault weaponry had opened fire as well. The Templars covered the Captain and his aid while they darted for the safety of a Templar occupied building. Their allies regrouped and consolidated their position and used the sides of the streets for cover as small combat squads of three Templars advanced both North and South of the avenue to try and rout out the enemy attack. Simeon informed them that they could not stay for long, they were taking him to the local airport and the enemy’s friends would realise that something had happened and would come to their aid. The battle had to end soon, and with that Simeon and his aid fled as quickly as they could while the remaining Templar were locked in deadly ground level and multi-level urban warfare.

The thing was, it wasn't just Sector 13 that was firing at the Templars. Zethira Alvaras and her Opium Ring associates had arrived just in time to watch the spectacle. Now Zethira rushed forward towards the Templar positions, her mother would be avenged. She proceeded with care, she tried to get in a position to cut of the Templar retreat. One way or another this would be the end of Captain Simeon.

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It was still painful, but he had made sure no Templar had followed him to the hospital. After he left, still not fully recovered, but recovered enough to move he had tried to track down the Templars. He wanted to kill their leader, the same way the Templars had killed his. He had found the Templar Base just to watch Captain Simeon being taken by Sector 13. Now there was a gunbattle, seemingly between the Templars, Sector 13 and the Opium Ring. Agent Black Spider had no idea what was going on, but he knew this was his chance.

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He was surprised he was alive, two of his men helped him out of the burning wreck of his van. Comrade Vanniez knew he should visit a hospital, but there were more important things to do first. They were able to get away from the Van before it exploded, but Comrade Vanniez was not happy.
"Get that son of a bitch Tempar"! he demanded from his men, "I am gonna fucking kill him!"

Pain. oh the pain! Imre Nagvar felt the fist hitting his face. He felt the hard floor when he fell down. Disgust. One of the soldiers started to piss on him. Total disgust. This was a test, a terrible test, a test he had to endure if he really was a God. Soon he would get his revenge, and with his divine powers torch these ungrateful soldiers. These monarchist scum! Yes, if that red demon just had given him the gas this wouldn't have happened. But he was divine, he could not die, and he would punish everyone who got in his way.

The street battle was intense, several Templars had dropped dead in the opening minutes as other enemy factions joined the fray, an excellent counter-attack by the enemy had taken the knights off guard and while Simeon and company had retreated into one of the buildings to get kitted up the battle continued to rage outside. The Templar were outnumber 3:1 but were killing more enemies than they were sustaining casualties themselves but a dead Templar was a major victory for anyone seeing as they were so difficult to kill and the fighting wasn’t up close and personal- the enemy fighters true the elites of their class. A squad of them was no match for maybe two Templars but when attacking en mass like they were now they could easily give the knights a run for their money.

“Fall back to 3rd Avenue, mobile artillery is to lay down indirect cover of fragmentation and smoke screen ammunition. Fire to pin and suppress!” A command came over the vox, it wasn’t from Simeon but a Justicar leading the defence in the street.

Brother Captain Simeon was talking to someone of higher authority at that moment but the battle would stop just to allow a conversation to continue. Right on cue the popping sound of mortar fire far away reached the ears of Templars. They fell back in a coordinated and professional fashion as soon as the mortar shells landed. They enemy sensed victory and several squads broke cover only to be sent scurrying back into cover or forced to the ground by fragmentation shells. 3rd Avenue was devoid of enemy activity but the right turn that had to be made to get down it was right in the line of fire from members of Section 13 and the Opium Ring, the mortar fire was directed by all the knight vox systems relaying vital tactical data to the knights operating the mortars some distance away. Their firing was deadly accurate, precise to within two metres on average and the Templars used to the smoke cover to get down the avenue. However, now that the knights had retreated down a road where their flanks and rear was protected, they only had to worry about their front which was the toughest part of the Templar’s formation. The enemy were no fools and they knew this as well but were unable to attack on the flanks or outflank the formation and attack the rear, to do so would take far too long to accomplish and the knights would completely disappear thus an all out assault from the front was the only way to keep the fight going. The enemy combined their forces in building staring down 3rd Avenue while the rest took positions on the curbs of the street using the ground level trees, buildings and cars as cover, likewise the Templars did the same and while the enemy were still sustaining casualties far beyond those being sustained by the Templars they still had the numerical advantage over the Christian zealots.

1/4 mile from the fighting

Brother Captain Simeon was perfectly safe for the time being but he would rejoin the battle soon, reports stated that it was a stalemate but his men and the commander of Sector 3, Brother Captain Obadiah’s, men were in slow retreat down 3rd Avenue. If things kept up then they would be victorious. The enemy didn’t have the determination, firepower, technology, faith, leadership or experience of the knights and they would run out of men long before they did but the tide of enemies didn’t seem to steam and there was no telling when the battle would end. However this was all at the periphery of Simeon’s mind since the person he was talking to demanded his full attention. Only he could hear the person he was talking to over his secure frequency on his vox-communicator.

“I understand the situation Brother Captain and while I’m pleased you have escaped and in good health I will not tolerate defeat to these heathen and neither will the Grand Master of the Chapter.”

“My Lord,” The Templar started to ask. “We are not an army and we cannot maintain fighting like this. The enemy cares little about structural or collateral damage done to their own cities and territory, their tactics are like going after a flea with a nuclear weapon. Continued attacks like this will force us to engage more often and commit more knights from St. Malleus to save the Christians here. We may well win this battle or lose it but whatever the outcome we will lose more than we will win if engagements this large persist.”

“Persevere Brother.” The man replied with a deep chilling voice that even made Simeon shudder with fear. “The Lord of Hosts will guide and inspire you. We are dedicated to his divine light and it will show us the way forward and protect us. One more thing, information regarding the agent known as Black Spider has reached GHQ’s ears. He may be on his way to your position and those of your brethren.”

“He will die, Justicar Octavius was better with a gun than with a blade or CQC and yet he nearly killed the enemy agent from what we recovered from his vox-image recording. Black Spider is no match for the Templars expert in the trade of CQC and this time his is up against nearly fifty Templars instead of seventeen thinly spread out knights.”

“Knights like you, adept at close quarter combat?” The man on the other end of the communication said and Simeon sensed a grin.

“Aye, if I may be so bold. I’m not Brother Captain of a whole detachment for nothing but also Black Spider is sporting some injuries including a very deep and clean stab wound to his lower right shoulder. Bruises and fractured bones invoke pain, an emotion we Templar’s harness better than these Bardarian fools.”

“Quite. Rejoin the battle, I will send for Sector 4’s commander to release to you a small detachment of reinforcements.”

“Brother Captain Aquarius’ men? A fine promise and we will gladly welcome the addition support from my fellow officer. I’m forever in your service both at peace and at war… Lord Inquisitor…”

Battle of 3rd Avenue

Two more Templars fell in front of Justicar Acre in the street. He’s individually killed eighteen enemies himself and Lord knows how many everyone had killed since combat began but he had seen too many of his battle brother’s die, no matter how noble and just their cause was and still is. The Justicar spied two enemies behind a car and fired a flurry of shots into the car, the silhouettes of a fallen body appear but his comrade had survived and was firing with zero discipline towards the Justicar.

“Brothers! The end may be nigh for their discipline and morale is cracking. Keep up the heavy fire and mark your targets before firing! I will not have ill disciplined firing on my watch!” He cried aloud down the vox and through the electrical voice grill on his helmet.

“You’re herby promoted Brother Captain, Brother Acre.” A voice said behind him as Simeon appeared casually. “You’ve rescued me, commanded and held this line for the past hour, successfully fallen back down a ‘safe’ avenue and you’re also keeping the morale and discipline of our troops steady and iron to the core. You’d make a fine Captain but only once the battle has finished.”

“Thank you Brother, I accept this gift you present me.”

Simeon gave a curt nod and then activated his vox to communicate to all the Templars in the battle.

“This is Brother Captain Simeon of the Knights Templar 4th Company, 2nd Division, Bardarian Sector 3. I’m taking assuming command of the battle jointly with Justicar Acre. Reports indicate the assassin code named Black Spider may be in the vicinity so keep your heads on a swivel, he killed Octavius and planted C4 charges that destroyed the GHQ for Sector 3 operations. Continue to fight the enemy and retreat towards the GHQ of Sector 4. Brother Captain Aquarius of the Templars conducting operations in Sector 4 is sending a fifteen man squad to bolster our numbers.” He then turned to Acre. “Order a full retreat for six hundred paces and simultaneously get mortar fire to suppress the enemy. The Lord High Inquisitor concurs that such battles like this will occur more regularly and the more frequent they are the more likely we are to lose them. We need all the knights possible and this engagement his hindering progress to Sector 4. A full retreat for two minutes gains significant ground. Make it happen Justicar!”

Acre nodded and activated his vox to communicate with the other Templars.

“Brothers, six hundred space retreat on my mark at the double!... Mortar positions fix fragmentation shells and smoke screen shells two hundred yards from our currently position. Engage until ordered to cease… ENGAGE!”

The distinct popping sound could be faintly heard again, not all the enemy soldiers heard but those who did knew that a lethally accurate barrage was incoming. The technology the Templars were using was far beyond that which they were used to and it eliminated the lengthy reports forward scouts had to rely when the maths was calculated and transmitted from the computer on the backs of all the Templars in the target zone. Fragmentation shells slammed into the street and pavements pulverising enemy troops caught in the open but merely pinning those who dropped to the floor in time. The shelling continued and it was for more destructive than before, intertwined with the fragmentation shells were the smoke bombs. Three different colours were used to further disorientate the enemy, ordinary white, blood red and purple. The smoke mixed into a demonic haze and it was perfect for the Templars.

“FALL BACK AND REGROUP- SIX HUNDRED PACES AT THE DOUBLE!” A roar came over the vox and all the Templars got up in unison and ran full pelt away from the fighting. Heavy machine gunners fired lazily into the smoke before retreating themselves. The more brave enemy soldiers fired into the smoke despite not being able to see a thing, lady luck smile on them and another two Templars fell to their injuries during the retreat. After six hundred paces the Templars regrouped and took up defensive positions, sniper shot into the enemy troops now advancing through smoke once the barrage ceased momentarily and the fighting fully resumed fifteen minutes later. At least two whole squads of enemies fell to Templar fire in as many minutes as the knights counter-fired into the enemy advance, several mortar rounds landed heavily into the open street and killed several more and the Templars once again began the slow retreat back. However the ten minute lull in the battle had given the men that Brother Captain Aquarius had sent enough time to join the battle. Simeon ordered them way from the battle and down the enemy’s left flank (Or the Templar’s right) and a surgical strike from the right flank would draw their fire more to allow a full coordinated retreat into the Sector 4 defence perimeter. The enemy wouldn’t follow that far, too many Templars and a counter-attack then would crush all enemy opposition- it was only one mile away.

Black Spider had fled North from the Templars which was now the right flank geographically and even though they were all at least ten miles away from the destroyed Sector 3 Templar GHQ, Black Spider would have to return to battle from that direction. Aquarius’ men were warned and they took their swords as well as their other armaments with them. The battle wasn’t over yet but the Templars held the advantage of being nearer safe territory, the enemy may not have had time or territory on their side but they had numbers which was a crucial advantage- but the Templars were retreating well and in an exceptionally well ordered fashion. The Section 13 and the Opium Ring would lose their one advantage (also the most key advantage too) of numbers once that final mile had been covered because by then the Sector 4 Templars would be able to attack en mass. They didn’t have time to retreat whereas the Templars did and assault from the front was the only viable tactic and unfortunately from them, the Templars knew how to fight a defensive battle just as much as an offensive one.

The woman in the red mask smiled.

Her plan had worked. The Mahdi's soldiers had arrested a lower level employee that had volunteered to sacrifice herself. Now no one was the wiser as to wheter she was still alive.

Police Commander Hasellis Konstant of Northern Baradech Police District was terrified. The earlier chaos had been in the southern, central and eastern parts of the city, but now there was a shootout in his precious district.
"Arrest all the troublemakers", he ordered his policemen. He himself would hide in the perfectly safe basement of his police station until the commotion was over.

Breaking News;

Bardarian Armed Forces has arrested Imre Nagvar;
"The mahdi of the National Syndicate Imre Nagvar have been arrested by the Bardarian Armed Forces. Sources from deep inside the Bardarian military has confirmed the arrest. It has been described as an great military success. The National Syndicate still hold three strongholds, but sources from the field says they are about to fall at any time soon. With the end of the heretic ways of the National Syndicate, this nation will once again flourish, and the wtong believers will perish."
Hissau Kelllw, B-TV.

Agent Black Spider felt the pain of his earlier injuries while still trying to get to the fight. He had seen that Sector 13 was among the agents firing at the Templars. Damned them, this crisis could have been avoided if they hadn't messed things up. He had a grudge to settle with Comrade Vanniez too, and he knew that both the Templars and Sector 13 were fighting somewhere south of him. He had to reach that point....
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Zethira Alvaras had been able to calculate the Templar move correctly. Now when the Templars were cornered she feared the counter- attack, or she feared they would counter attack at the weaker Sector 13 line and she would completely lose her possibility for revenge. Also the fact that there probably were reinforcemnts coming for the Templars, but not for them irritated. The Bardarian army probably rushed units from the front towards the capital right now, but they wouldn't be able to arrive in time before the battle was over, and she doubted the army would know which side to shoot on and which to support. if they arrived they'd probably just start shooting at everything that moved as they usually did. No, the best thing would be a Templar counter- attack in the Opium Ring direction before they got reinforcements, that she and her associates could handle. But would Captain Simeon dare to commence such actions.... probably not.

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Comrade Vanniez swore and screamed as his burns got worse. The Sector 13 agents had called for reinforcements, but no one was in a position to help, or more likely; the other Sector 13 cell leaders had taken distance from Comrade Vanniez since they did not believed he would survive, and more or less hoped he would die so they had less rivals to worry about.
"Get that son of a bitch, I will teach that Capitalist Swine a lesson", Comrade Vanniez commanded, but his agents did not seem to care, they were engaged in an fire fight and had no time caring about their mad leader.

OOC; I am going to totally ignore that you blew up my capital for several reasons A) I don't really believe the council has a nuclear arsenal, where would they get it from since they are a hidden organization in your homeland, B) Too many good characters would have died at once, same goes for Stevid's templar characters, C) It's true that there would have to be a nuclear Armageddon to get large numbers of Bardarians to rise against the government, also the Royal Government is not that stupid that they'll allow a their 12-year-old queen speak out unprepared. D) If it was the Bardarian armed forces, why would my army blow up my own capital, especially since Bardar is not a nuclear nation.
Consider this the reasons I ignore your last three posts.

IC; This is my update, consider the last three posts ignored
OOC; Jidhir Trielas and Asmolach Lavriv Sarekh sat at a meeting, their affiliation with the Council had to be a secret for now, but things were dire indeed. Red Mask had gone ballistic, no one knew what she was planning, the fact was she had access to a gas she had planned to give Imre Nagvar, no one knew exactly what that gas was, not even the other Council members. Both Jidhir and Lavriv had joined up with the council for their own reasons, Lavriv because his hunger for power, and Jidhir because his want to get revenge on Bardur I and Carelia Alvaras, now however Red Mask was a threat to the whole existence of the Bardarian monarchy.
"Well, she's probably not going to back out, Lavriv Sarekh said with a silent tone, she's been behaving totally out of control. Who knows what she'll do next."
"Well, we have Nagvar, he won't dance to her pipe anymore, he's safely in military custody", Jidhir Trielas mused.
"The National Syndicate still control two strongholds, and their local commanders don't want to give up, we have to focus our military might on them, and at the same time send soldiers to Baradech to stop that intense gunfighting in the northern districts of the city, please tell me your agents can find Red Mask".
"No, she is too powerful here, she has too many people willing to hide her, and more willing to die for her, poor bastards, she's probably more safer here than in her own homeland."
"Yeah, after what Magnus Morephis has been doing, it's unsure she can ever return back to Avarahn, the other Council members are fed up with her, she would probably not survive for long".
"Just find that gas, Trielas! Just do it, our nation are depending on it!"
"I know, by the way, was it smart to appoint Dr. Huswari as the queen's new teacher".
"I don't know, he's a democrat, I have never liked them, full of utter nonsense, on the other hand he is a very intelligent man, and we'll need a very intelligent queen."
"Good, I'll keep looking for that gas, If Magnus Morephis contact you, let me know".
With these words Jidhir Trielas left Asmolach's office at the Secret Military Base. Bardar sure had changed a lot during his years in prison, on the other hand nothing had chnged, the homeland was still fighting for it's existence. He just hoped that Red Mask's rogue actions wouldn't destroy it. Why was she still fighting when the Council had clearly won, The goals had been to get their candidates as Prime Minister and Chief of the Secret Police, and keep royal power weak, all these goals were accomplished, still she was plotting and planning. Jidhir Trielas understood very well why Magnus Morephis was worried, and why he had gathered the other Council members in a opposition against their leader. Something was very wrong.

OOC; I am going to totally ignore that you blew up my capital for several reasons A) I don't really believe the council has a nuclear arsenal, where would they get it from since they are a hidden organization in your homeland, B) Too many good characters would have died at once, same goes for Stevid's templar characters, C) It's true that there would have to be a nuclear Armageddon to get large numbers of Bardarians to rise against the government, also the Royal Government is not that stupid that they'll allow a their 12-year-old queen speak out unprepared. D) If it was the Bardarian armed forces, why would my army blow up my own capital, especially since Bardar is not a nuclear nation.
Consider this the reasons I ignore your last three posts.

OOC: I concur, to use nuclear weapons on NS you have to RP it pretty damn good. Last time I used them was in the last huge war I was in and my post took up six pages on MS Word! I got a lot of cred for that which is why it wasn't ignored but also it shows that most of the time nuclear weapons ruin an RP. This has been good so far, let's not ruin it now eh people?

OOC: I concur, to use nuclear weapons on NS you have to RP it pretty damn good. Last time I used them was in the last huge war I was in and my post took up six pages on MS Word! I got a lot of cred for that which is why it wasn't ignored but also it shows that most of the time nuclear weapons ruin an RP. This has been good so far, let's not ruin it now eh people?

ooops ..

sorry ..sorry ..i am still rather new .so am learning my way around ..

sorry ..anyway i hav deleted them ..n yeah i will post me new ones soon ..

cheers ..

OOC; No problems, nukes should only be used in wars, and only if you're ready to be nuked yourself, and no one like when you nuke a non- nuclear power, you'll find yourself in war with 20 nations at once if you pull stunts like that. However I am just glad you deleted the posts, let's continue with the rp.

OOC: Not necessarily:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=515403&page=3
Post 32 onwards detail the final actions of the greatest war NationStates has seen. I launch a single nuclear device (but nuclear devices had been used twice before in the war) and it does some considerable damage and it is only 2Mt. Good RPs don't usually devolve into players lobbing nukes at each other. It's proof it can be done well, also I encourage you all to read it because all the players (myself) included think that it was, plus the spin-off threads, the best war these forums have ever seen and might ever see ;)

IC:

“Brother Captain! What news from the Inquisitor?” A Justicar knight yelled to his superior over the noise of an exploding hand grenade followed by a Templar hurtling through the air and landing solidly against a nearby wall only for him to stagger to his feet and continue fighting.

“He commends our struggle for righteous justice against the heretics of Bardar. His orders are to continue the retreat to the nearby sector and await official government military units to respond to the crisis. We’re to disappear into the urban surroundings when the army appears on the scene.” Simeon replied with equal vigour as his brother in arms.

The Justicar nodded and relayed the information to other Templars over the vox. As Simeon heard his words being repeated on the interlink headsets dispersed by the computers of that wondrous invention of the Land Warrior system he suddenly came over all peaceful. He didn’t doubt the legitimacy over there presence in Bardar (illegal by international law as it was) or the strength of their cause or resolve. But being part of a Church that preached tolerance and yet facing three enemies both of which wanted to fight Catholicism, and for that matter the whole Christianity and Judaism, till none of that religion remained was amazing. The enemy’s zeal was either unquestionably strong or they were so blinded by heretical arrogance that they would fight no matter the cause or effect. The might of the Catholic Church as a religious and political power is unmatched and is even more influential than some entire countries. That coupled with incredible military might of the Templars and Order of the Foot Knights in Stevid, The Teutonic Order and other small religious military orders that were very old and sparsely spread around the globe meant that the Church was still a very capable military too in some countries. So powerful that most religious disputes in the world that fell into war (like the one in Bardar) usually ended in a few weeks once the Templars were on the scene. Surely one of the enemies he was fighting could be persuaded to lower their weapons and contemplate a path to peace albeit minor tolerance in exchange for a few things?

“Compromise.” Simeon said softly to himself but a fellow knight overheard him.

“Brother?”

“Inform our allied Knight outflanking them to retune their vox-communicator to my own. I have some special orders for them.”

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6th Avenue, Right Flank, 8th Company Knights of Sector 4 Detachment (Brother Captain Aquarius’) Men

There were five Templar knights in all and were led by Justicar Knight Brother Ramious, they were five of the fifteen men their leader Brother Captain Aquarius had sent to help their fellow Knights retreat to Sector 4 that was held by the Templars and relatively safe for Catholics and all Christians to live in. Simeon had caught the Justicar and his fellow knights on the vox and delivered some special orders that they were all to carry out without recklessness and with extreme tact and professionalism- all religious difference aside. They were supposed to run into a certain personal enemy of Simeon’s company and kill him on sight, but the war had taken a strange turn where it seemed the acts of the Bardarian Government and their breakaway Church sect with the false Pope were now no longer the immediate threat and perhaps nothing more than a sheep in wolf’s clothing, entities that could possibly be reasoned with for better or for worse.

The unit had split up and the rattling gunfire from battle only a mile or so away could still be heard. The Templars had all the maps, strategic and tactical satellite imaging they needed thanks to their adapted ‘Land Warrior’ equipment. The trap was set like a closing trawlers fish net with a single catch in the middle and Justicar Ramious was going to be the first to hold this hell of a catch. His zoomed in his telescopic vision scope in his helmet on the target, an assassin working for the Bardarian military and secret police (although all but destroyed by this civil war, still marginally operational) known only by the codename ‘Black Spider’ after communications had been briefly intercepted before the secret police HQ was destroyed by Templar mortars and gunfire.

Black Spider was stealthy in his movements and probably believed that he might have been followed through the dusty deserted streets. But the Templars had been noticed, then after tens minutes had passed the Knight were breathing down on him and Justicar Ramious made his move. Black Spider made it to some traffic lights at a small cross road junction and was about to turn right towards the battle when this towering knight stepped out from round the corner, clad in black, armour plating, a white tunic with a splayed red cross of the Templars and a menacing helmet that closed the Templar off completely from the environment outside save for the visual sensors and other technology the helmet was hooked up to. Ramious was holding a CQE pattern Equinox semi-auto pistol and had it pointing straight at Black Spider’s head. The assassin acted instinctively and drew two blades from nowhere and prepared to attack and kill the Templar injured though he was from his last battle with a Justicar. But then the Bardarian assassin noticed the knight gesturing with his head to figures behind him. Four other knights, two with assault rifles and two with swords drawn and en guard. Black Spider was barely a match for a Justicar knight but they could be killed whereas an ordinary knight, while a struggle to beat was fairly textbook for the assassin… but not five knights with one being Justicar. He was beaten before the battle had even begun.

“Drop them.” Ramious growled, his voice was electronic and synthetic through the vox voice grill in his helmet and the other Knights closed in. Black Spider dropped his blades but he still had some tricks up his sleeve, if he was going to die then he would at least take one or even two Templars with him.

He readied himself as Ramious stepped closer but to Black Spider’s amazement, or horror, the Templar lowered his weapon and holstered it. Surely not an act of compassion? Templars were ruthless, forgiving yes in the name of Christ but only when it was warranted, Black Spider was a heretic to the Catholic Church and responsible for the deaths of nearly twenty Templars- there was more to this.

“We have been following you for the last hour Black Spider. I am Brother Justicar Ramious, one of Brother Captain Aquarius’ men but under orders for the time being from Captain Simeon whom you have briefly met under combat circumstances. My understanding is that you are lucky to be alive… in more ways than one. Fellow Justicar Octavius gave you a run for your money so I’m told and you barely escaped Captain Simeon’s bullets with your life. Here too! You escape death only because Captain Simeon, your adversary, has told me to. If it were up to me I would have torn your head from your neck right now but ironically the man whom you have been sent to kill has saved you. You owe Simeon your life.”

Ramious studied through the vision lenses in his helmet. A true assassin in every way, cold eyes, paleness on his skin and a demeanour and maybe even an aura of silent death seem to exude from this man.

“What do you want from me?” The assassin managed with a stern and unbreakable voice that made Ramious smile behind his helmet and he suddenly had more respect for the man.

“You do not fear me? Astounding, if you were not a filthy heretic you may already be an accomplished knight within our order- you have shown true promise by murdering the faithful brethren of my brotherhood… I want to kill you, heretic. But it is not what your saviour Captain Simeon wants. Carelia was a fool and challenged the secret police and brought you into the picture. If she’d kept her mouth shut about the location of our base in Sector 3 she would still be alive and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. But Captain Simeon and the Lord Inquisitor in charge of operations here in Bardar believes that although Bardar has separated itself from the Church and instated a false Pope, murder fellow Christians and Catholics, you are probably more help as an ally than an enemy. Simeon believes that the Government of Bardar is more willing to listen to reason than face aggression from the Catholic Church. The National Syndicate is on its last legs of life but the Opium Ring is strong and getting stronger still. The Bardarian government is hated the world over by Christians but especially by Catholics, is crumbling beneath a dreadful civil war and population has dropped 8% due to death and famine. We are willing to compromises to assure each other of everyone’s right to existence.”

Black Spider said nothing but Ramious continued quickly before the assassin could think of anything to say.

“You are neither a politician nor a messenger boy but repay the mercy Captain Simeon has shown to you my being one just this once. Relay our terms to your military Generals and your heads of government:
Joint cooperation between the Catholic Church and Bardar to eliminate the NS and Opium Ring will be seen as an act of good faith but we know you hate us as much as we hate you so as a compromise to get your people to agree to this ‘alliance’… We, the Templars as the Catholic Church, will leave Bardar completely. The Catholic Church will also officially recognise the Bardarian Church as an official sect of Christianity and not some silly breakaway state religion. On one condition though, Catholics and other Christians must be allowed to live in Bardar without persecution or we will return. Those wishing to leave will be granted full asylum in Stevid.
Tell your people this. If they do not believe you, if they say this is a trap then use yourself as evidence. You know you could be dead right now at my hands but you are not. Simeon decided to let you live so that peace could be restored to Bardar in the name of our Lord. Remember, I lowered MY gun first. I could’ve fired but I didn’t. Tell your people this and they should listen. Meet me and my men tomorrow at noon on 12th Avenue deep in Sector 4- Templar territory and you will be stripped of you weapons and you will tell Captain Aquarius and Captain Simeon the answer of your people. Your stuff will be returned but an answer is all we require.”

And with that all the Knights holstered their weapons and marched off together leaving Black Spider routed on the spot, shocked at what had just happened.

Agent Black Spider was confused, why had the Templars not just killed them, at a point when the Avarahn operatives and the National Syndicate ran havoc a alliance with the Templars could have been feasible, but now the rumors said the National Syndicate was falling and even Imre Nagvar was captured. Rumors also said the Secret Police had a new leader. Perhaps he should report back to the Secret Military Base after all. On the other hand it could be a trap, the secret military base was a secret, if some on was tailing him, anything that could reveal the location of the base was an too dangerous act. The Templars spoke of Christianity and a distant church. Black Spider knew his mother had been a Christian, but as she died when he was young and he had been raised by True Bardarians and even served in a local shrine for a while. He did not know who his father was, he knew his mother had been thrown out of her village, which meant their relationship had not been accepted. Still, he knew nothing of Christianity or religion, he was raised to protect his homeland from invaders, the Opressors, the Esparadans, the Templars, it didn't matter. All Bardarians only longed for one thing, sovereignty.
And to turn against the Opium Ring, sure it was an organization responsible for 19 % of the heroin trade in the whole world, but they were an ally of the Bardarian government, who always had supported the government in crisis, both in the Liberation War and the War of Patriotism Opium Ring mercenaries had fought on the side of the Bardarian Armed Forces. Bardar gained a lot from that alliance. Perhaps he needed to get in contact with a colleague from the secret Police somehow and that way get a report done, all these things were so confusing.

"Pulling Back?? Why??!" asked Zethira Alvaras her associates as they started to retreat.
"Orders from above. Continuing this fight is not in the great interests of the Opium Ring", was the answer she got.
She made her decision quickly.
"Greet the Don from me! He'll understand!!"
She grabbed her beretta and continued to advance alone.
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An half an hour later and she had only met one Templar, one she had outmaneuvered easily and killed quickly. The Templars had rerteated somewhere, but where was that?? She saw a wounded man sitting in a corner of the street, she understood directly he was not a Templar. His wounds were severe, he could hardly stand up.
"11-234-6", he murmured. Zethira knew what these numbers stood for, he was an operative of the Secret Police!! She looked in all directions, no signs of the templars. She would probably not find them today anyway. She made another quick decision, and lifted the wounded man so he could use her shoulder as support. Shed had decided to help the wounded agent, since she had a feeling he would be able to give her some information. They stumbled across the streets, she saw soldiers form the 3rd Royal Mountain brigade arrive in the city. the gunfight was over, she showed the soldiers her identification and was helped to a Medic Station. Hopefully the agent would be alright and able to talk tomorrow.

The agents stormed the compound, the guards showed very little resistance. One of the agents checked a large mysterious container. He immediately called the headquarter and gave the following message; "We found it!"
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The Asmolach Lavriv Sarekh was relieved when Jidhir Trielas entered his office.
"You found it! You found the gas!"'
"My agents found one container, we can only hope it was the only one".
"And, I heard the gunfight in North Baradech is over!"
"It certainly seem that way, any words from Magnus Morephis?"
"He has been officially elected head of the Council, I ordered the oil pipe to be opened again just a few hours ago, I thought it would be a nice gesture to the new council".
"You're the politician, I am just sorry we haven't been able to catch Red Mask yet."
"Yes, she's a problem, I want our agents to focus on her capture. She's a threat as long as she is in Bardar."
"We are looking for her, we hope she'll flee back to Avarahn or right into our claws, however there are still many hideouts in this country".
"Well, now when we have the gas, I can sleep much better at night. Any ideas how to get rid of the Templars??
"We have a plan how to deal with them, we'll get Red Mask where we want her, and the Templars exactly where we want them before this is over."
"Good to hear, thank you for your great job, you've certainly saved this nation from disaster, Jidhir, you know that, don't you??
"I am just doing my job, Prime Minister, just doing my job, and it's much more giving to fight for the nation again, than sitting and rotting in that hellhole of a prison."

OOC; where's Avarahn nowadays??

OOC: Hopefully ready to post. I'm stuck on how to proceed and I was hoping he would come up with something to push the story along. If he doesn't post in the next day or so I'll scrape something together and we'll push on with the RP but not so far ahead that he won't be able to catch up because I like his RPing.

OOC; You're right, I would also want an Avarahn response for the Avarahn part of the story.

OOC: ooops sorry guys ... absolutely sorry... i'm in the midst of exams so i hav been distracted lately. ... anyway i'll have one up by today or tomorrow latest ..... .then i'll be fully back in by next wednesday ..yay ... cheers
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OOC: No probs mate.

Agony, dispair, pain... he did not know what was worse, the days or the nights. The torture and disgust he got from the guards, or the dreams that followed in the night. He knew this was a test, an ordeal he had to pass. This was his purification, from which he would rise greater than ever. The darkness of his cell was comforting, he did not want to see what was happening around him, the dreams showed him too much of it anyway. He knew the Apocalypse was coming, coming to purify Bardar once and for all, and only leave the true believers of the National Syndicate left, this was why he and his followers were tested, it was a test of their devotion to the cause and the nation. Imre Nagvar knew how it would end, he had dreamed it. And his dreams also showed him the serenity that would follow, the Paradise that would be built afterwards. In the end it would be all worth it.

OOC; anyone??

OOC: We desperately need him back. I've got very little to work with to keep my side going.

OOC: You're right, we need Avarahn to return!