Jagada
28-08-2008, 02:56
[OOC: Due to the every expansive list of RPs which I need to do to make everyone aware of Jagada's history since the Extermination, combined with a chronic lack of time due to long hours every week at my job. I've decided to condense it into a single thread.]
The Reaper Cometh
When I was a boy, my father use to tell me stories about his 'wilder' days. His drinking, his gambling, his whoring. As a child and teenager I thought they were simply good times and I found myself repeating my fathers actions. Those times, my God, those times were sinful. My life lost in darkness. Though that is beyond the point I'm trying to make. When the Lord spoke to me as a young adult I found myself consumed with his word and quickly joined the ranks of Jagada's ever powerful Church. My first day at the Sanctum Divine, a school to teach Inquisitors, my instructor told me one of the Inqusitions more potent tenants:
The son must pay for the father's sins ...
He said God also spoke these words in the Bible. Given Jagada's past we paid ... by the Almighty Lord in Heaven we paid ...
It was a quiet day really, just as the break of winter and the dawning of spring. Though the cold still dominated the air and the depressing clouds of winter held strong. I had been an Inquisitor for only a few years at the time and was currently on the trail of Zaddion Trules, a Christian fanatic hell-bent on bringing an unbiblical prophecy true. He was rumored to have, within his possession, a potent virus which could eradicate millions before a vaccine could be found -- or so my masters thought. I had woken up that morning at three o'clock in the morning, same as I did every day. The sinful I follow will not sleep until their demonic work is done, so neither must I. I turned on the television, hoping to find something of interest on while I prepared myself for the next day of searching and hunting.
I was surprised to find a rallying going on and our leader Lord Protector Franco York standing on announcement balcony of the Divine Palace. Though the road was cleared, the people moved to the sidewalks by only a handful of troops. I was puzzled, Franco rarely said anything, much less had full blown announcements like this. Another thing was the utter lack of the White Coats -- the successors of the Templar Knights, who liberated Jagada from the Athiests of the past. While this was unsettling is had little to do with me, and so I was still going about my business only pausing at key moments of Franco York's speech. Suddenly something caught my attention, York said something that I didn't quite catch. I turned to face the television, and suddenly heard the screams of the crowd. Then I saw them, the God-forsaken Red Eyes, the Shocktroops of the Corporation. Father's Finest, marching without error without thought. The dreaded Capitol Police. Suddenly Kraven banners fell from the tops of the surronding buildings. The anthemn of the Corporate played as they marched to the foot of the balcony, and in one fluid movement saluted Franco York. Declaring him governor, more or less, of Jagada.
To be an inqusitior and never hear the sound of a Capitol Troopers vox voice was to be a greenhorn with little to no experiance in the field. For Kraven had always been believed a threat.
'Inquisitor ...' and thus I heard that very sound outside of my apartment door. The next moments have always remained a blur in my memory. For, somehow, I survived. I wasn't given a chance to reply, surrender, or even look at the God Damned door. All I heard was the whining and chattering of the machine-gun which was standard issue for all Troopers, it ripped the door apart, riddled by left arm with three bullets, and killed the occupants in the room beside mine by simply shredding the wall. I rushed for the window, only to see Troopers swinging into both of them, the room only had two. Luckily, I'd already holstered my pistol by the time Franco's speech started. Inquisitors are dead-on shots, and I put both of the Troopers down with shoots into their vulnerable face-masks. Not as heavily armored as their bodies.
How I lived by jumping out a two story window onto the small car below is still a mysterious. How I managed to limp away before the Troopers made it down the stairs is nothing short of a divine miracle, one which I thank God for daily. The next thing I remebered I made it down the various allys and such, each time watching in horror as almost all of the windows around me lit up with the sounds of gunfire as thousands, if not millions, of innocents were being slaughtered. Why would York do this? Thats a question that puzzles my people to this day. One which I fear only the dead known. And the dead guard their secrets very well.
I found myself stummbling into a white-washed wooden building, my blood loss starting to effect me. I found it to be a church and thought I would be safe inside, though as I peered in, by habit, threw the back window I saw a horrid sight. What I had once simply heard as I stummbled painfully down the shadows I now saw as bright as day. A priest and his entire congregation on their knees in the church. Many begging for their lives, nearly all of them forsaking their faith in God and Christ. Only a single person stood defiant -- a small girl. No more than five maybe, but my vision was blurry, she might have been older. As the Reichmarshall in command of the Troopers asked her to please denounce God she pressed her forehead to the barrel of his gun and simply smiled. The image of him shooting her has haunted me until this day, an no doubt will follow me for the rest of my born days. They were all slaughtered.
Kraven propaganda would later lie and say that every Jagite citizen executed was given a chance to denounce their faith and live -- but the simple truth is, they killed anyone who attended church often, and tortured anyone who went infrequently. Luckily, as sad as it is, the majority of Jagada's populaton only attended Chruch on holidays despite its power in the government.
My pandering on the outside of the window prized me only with the attention of the Reichmarshall inside who saw me, and my rosette and immediately opened fire. I quickly moved away from the church and down another alley, and lucky for me as the back of the white-washed, almost picture perfect church, was blown away in a hail of .50 caliber machine-gun fire. The Capitol Police poured out and stormed down the alley after me, firing wildly trying to hit me. I would later learn that Kraven High Command, upon direct command of Helghan and York informed the Reichmarshall's to kill all Inquisitors regardless of cost. It was my Order and my kind that could pose the most threat to the new order.
The Franco Regime had good reason to fear the Inquisition for as my life was on the verge of ending, I was saved by my Order. Three Inquisitors appeared almost out of no where, all with assault rifles and opened fire on the Capitol Troopers, dropping the entire squad and the Reichmarshall who stood stunned at his loss before being delievered a final burst in the gut. Hell would embrace him with the full acceptance of my Order. As we retreated into the sewers, Hell would find many more in the coming months. We fought until the very end -- the very God Damned end.
- Inquisitor Hastus Leviticus
Exert found in the ruins of the High Palace of the Inquisition, 10 BE
The Reaper Cometh
When I was a boy, my father use to tell me stories about his 'wilder' days. His drinking, his gambling, his whoring. As a child and teenager I thought they were simply good times and I found myself repeating my fathers actions. Those times, my God, those times were sinful. My life lost in darkness. Though that is beyond the point I'm trying to make. When the Lord spoke to me as a young adult I found myself consumed with his word and quickly joined the ranks of Jagada's ever powerful Church. My first day at the Sanctum Divine, a school to teach Inquisitors, my instructor told me one of the Inqusitions more potent tenants:
The son must pay for the father's sins ...
He said God also spoke these words in the Bible. Given Jagada's past we paid ... by the Almighty Lord in Heaven we paid ...
It was a quiet day really, just as the break of winter and the dawning of spring. Though the cold still dominated the air and the depressing clouds of winter held strong. I had been an Inquisitor for only a few years at the time and was currently on the trail of Zaddion Trules, a Christian fanatic hell-bent on bringing an unbiblical prophecy true. He was rumored to have, within his possession, a potent virus which could eradicate millions before a vaccine could be found -- or so my masters thought. I had woken up that morning at three o'clock in the morning, same as I did every day. The sinful I follow will not sleep until their demonic work is done, so neither must I. I turned on the television, hoping to find something of interest on while I prepared myself for the next day of searching and hunting.
I was surprised to find a rallying going on and our leader Lord Protector Franco York standing on announcement balcony of the Divine Palace. Though the road was cleared, the people moved to the sidewalks by only a handful of troops. I was puzzled, Franco rarely said anything, much less had full blown announcements like this. Another thing was the utter lack of the White Coats -- the successors of the Templar Knights, who liberated Jagada from the Athiests of the past. While this was unsettling is had little to do with me, and so I was still going about my business only pausing at key moments of Franco York's speech. Suddenly something caught my attention, York said something that I didn't quite catch. I turned to face the television, and suddenly heard the screams of the crowd. Then I saw them, the God-forsaken Red Eyes, the Shocktroops of the Corporation. Father's Finest, marching without error without thought. The dreaded Capitol Police. Suddenly Kraven banners fell from the tops of the surronding buildings. The anthemn of the Corporate played as they marched to the foot of the balcony, and in one fluid movement saluted Franco York. Declaring him governor, more or less, of Jagada.
To be an inqusitior and never hear the sound of a Capitol Troopers vox voice was to be a greenhorn with little to no experiance in the field. For Kraven had always been believed a threat.
'Inquisitor ...' and thus I heard that very sound outside of my apartment door. The next moments have always remained a blur in my memory. For, somehow, I survived. I wasn't given a chance to reply, surrender, or even look at the God Damned door. All I heard was the whining and chattering of the machine-gun which was standard issue for all Troopers, it ripped the door apart, riddled by left arm with three bullets, and killed the occupants in the room beside mine by simply shredding the wall. I rushed for the window, only to see Troopers swinging into both of them, the room only had two. Luckily, I'd already holstered my pistol by the time Franco's speech started. Inquisitors are dead-on shots, and I put both of the Troopers down with shoots into their vulnerable face-masks. Not as heavily armored as their bodies.
How I lived by jumping out a two story window onto the small car below is still a mysterious. How I managed to limp away before the Troopers made it down the stairs is nothing short of a divine miracle, one which I thank God for daily. The next thing I remebered I made it down the various allys and such, each time watching in horror as almost all of the windows around me lit up with the sounds of gunfire as thousands, if not millions, of innocents were being slaughtered. Why would York do this? Thats a question that puzzles my people to this day. One which I fear only the dead known. And the dead guard their secrets very well.
I found myself stummbling into a white-washed wooden building, my blood loss starting to effect me. I found it to be a church and thought I would be safe inside, though as I peered in, by habit, threw the back window I saw a horrid sight. What I had once simply heard as I stummbled painfully down the shadows I now saw as bright as day. A priest and his entire congregation on their knees in the church. Many begging for their lives, nearly all of them forsaking their faith in God and Christ. Only a single person stood defiant -- a small girl. No more than five maybe, but my vision was blurry, she might have been older. As the Reichmarshall in command of the Troopers asked her to please denounce God she pressed her forehead to the barrel of his gun and simply smiled. The image of him shooting her has haunted me until this day, an no doubt will follow me for the rest of my born days. They were all slaughtered.
Kraven propaganda would later lie and say that every Jagite citizen executed was given a chance to denounce their faith and live -- but the simple truth is, they killed anyone who attended church often, and tortured anyone who went infrequently. Luckily, as sad as it is, the majority of Jagada's populaton only attended Chruch on holidays despite its power in the government.
My pandering on the outside of the window prized me only with the attention of the Reichmarshall inside who saw me, and my rosette and immediately opened fire. I quickly moved away from the church and down another alley, and lucky for me as the back of the white-washed, almost picture perfect church, was blown away in a hail of .50 caliber machine-gun fire. The Capitol Police poured out and stormed down the alley after me, firing wildly trying to hit me. I would later learn that Kraven High Command, upon direct command of Helghan and York informed the Reichmarshall's to kill all Inquisitors regardless of cost. It was my Order and my kind that could pose the most threat to the new order.
The Franco Regime had good reason to fear the Inquisition for as my life was on the verge of ending, I was saved by my Order. Three Inquisitors appeared almost out of no where, all with assault rifles and opened fire on the Capitol Troopers, dropping the entire squad and the Reichmarshall who stood stunned at his loss before being delievered a final burst in the gut. Hell would embrace him with the full acceptance of my Order. As we retreated into the sewers, Hell would find many more in the coming months. We fought until the very end -- the very God Damned end.
- Inquisitor Hastus Leviticus
Exert found in the ruins of the High Palace of the Inquisition, 10 BE