14-09-2003, 22:40
OOC: There is alot of back story behind this. This thread is just to separate this situation from others.
Two Scottan guards struggled to carry a long heavy object in a black plastic bag. It fell limp in the centre and jostled around a bit and dripped slightly at the ends.
"Who's this one?" the first guard asked nodding towards the object.
"Didn't you watch the TV. Thats the guy Joseph shot." the second man responded.
The first guard stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the bag almost stuttering, "You mean...this is King Will?"
"Hell no!" the second Guard said. "I picked this one out myself. The doctors did a great job with his face though."
"So Will is alive?" the first guard asked adamantly.
The Second guard laughed and said, "I am the captain of the Joseph's personal Guard and you are a private. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. If anyone hears about this, its your head that will roll next. They rocked the bag back and forth to get momentum and then finally threw it into a pit.
"Let there be light!" the second guard said, flicking a match into the gasoline soaked pitt filled with several other such bags. The pyre of flame tickled the sky as the hideous stench of burnt flesh soaked the air.
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Joseph slammed on the door of Cell 18B in the Centreville Prison, the largest, most secure Prison in Scotta. It was opened up without hesitation to reveal a sleeping man who appeared in his 50s but was well known to be in his 70's. "Will." Joseph said calmly. "Get up."
The man lieing on the pitiful cott stirred and sat upright. He was in rags. He was living in filth. But still, there was this unmistakable Regal, powerful air about him. There was a certain dignity about him that commanded obedience and a softness in his eyes and his smile that put all at ease. "Yes, Joseph." Will said, fully awake, "Have you another puzzle for me to solve?"
"Yes." Joseph replied. "How could I let my brother's mind waste away. It is my duty as your brother to keep your mind up."
"You apparantly have no problem with letting my body waste away in a dark prison. You have no problem with enslaving my people, and stealing from me through deceit and trickery what was rightly mine." Will replied without the slightest change in modulation of his voice. He sighed out and looked at he piece of paper Joseph was holding, his puzzle. "Bring it here." he said.
Joseph laid out the paper on the floor of Will's bare cell to reveal a map with fake names and places and armies of differant compositions placed strategically but with no indication of what nationality the troops were. "Here is your situation, Will." Joseph said with a purposeful tone. "You are commanding the Army in red. You have just made a successful attack on the Army in Blue and driven them back a significant distance. They are beaten up badly, but have managed to form a strong defensive line to fall back on with concave positioning so as to catch any charge and surround it with overlapping fire."
"I can see the situation, Joseph." Will said deep in thought. "He is using me." Will thought. "This has to be a real battle somewhere. But which men are the ones I want to win. Are the enemy of the Scottans my Royal troops? Foreigners who support them? SATO? Even if I knew which side was the Scottans...I'm assuming it's red, but Joseph may be trying to trick me into helping him secure his strategy by telling him what the enemy may do...If I gave a bad solution to cause their defeat, I know not who would be victorious and who would occupy the Kingdom. The only thing I can safely do is give good advice. I may be helping the Scottans, but they may be the lesser evil. I cannot tell."
"First of all," Will finally spoke to Joseph "To defeat a defensive position, take advantage of its weaknesses, and/or flank it. A fixed position is always a good target..." Will continued on.
Two Scottan guards struggled to carry a long heavy object in a black plastic bag. It fell limp in the centre and jostled around a bit and dripped slightly at the ends.
"Who's this one?" the first guard asked nodding towards the object.
"Didn't you watch the TV. Thats the guy Joseph shot." the second man responded.
The first guard stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the bag almost stuttering, "You mean...this is King Will?"
"Hell no!" the second Guard said. "I picked this one out myself. The doctors did a great job with his face though."
"So Will is alive?" the first guard asked adamantly.
The Second guard laughed and said, "I am the captain of the Joseph's personal Guard and you are a private. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. If anyone hears about this, its your head that will roll next. They rocked the bag back and forth to get momentum and then finally threw it into a pit.
"Let there be light!" the second guard said, flicking a match into the gasoline soaked pitt filled with several other such bags. The pyre of flame tickled the sky as the hideous stench of burnt flesh soaked the air.
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Joseph slammed on the door of Cell 18B in the Centreville Prison, the largest, most secure Prison in Scotta. It was opened up without hesitation to reveal a sleeping man who appeared in his 50s but was well known to be in his 70's. "Will." Joseph said calmly. "Get up."
The man lieing on the pitiful cott stirred and sat upright. He was in rags. He was living in filth. But still, there was this unmistakable Regal, powerful air about him. There was a certain dignity about him that commanded obedience and a softness in his eyes and his smile that put all at ease. "Yes, Joseph." Will said, fully awake, "Have you another puzzle for me to solve?"
"Yes." Joseph replied. "How could I let my brother's mind waste away. It is my duty as your brother to keep your mind up."
"You apparantly have no problem with letting my body waste away in a dark prison. You have no problem with enslaving my people, and stealing from me through deceit and trickery what was rightly mine." Will replied without the slightest change in modulation of his voice. He sighed out and looked at he piece of paper Joseph was holding, his puzzle. "Bring it here." he said.
Joseph laid out the paper on the floor of Will's bare cell to reveal a map with fake names and places and armies of differant compositions placed strategically but with no indication of what nationality the troops were. "Here is your situation, Will." Joseph said with a purposeful tone. "You are commanding the Army in red. You have just made a successful attack on the Army in Blue and driven them back a significant distance. They are beaten up badly, but have managed to form a strong defensive line to fall back on with concave positioning so as to catch any charge and surround it with overlapping fire."
"I can see the situation, Joseph." Will said deep in thought. "He is using me." Will thought. "This has to be a real battle somewhere. But which men are the ones I want to win. Are the enemy of the Scottans my Royal troops? Foreigners who support them? SATO? Even if I knew which side was the Scottans...I'm assuming it's red, but Joseph may be trying to trick me into helping him secure his strategy by telling him what the enemy may do...If I gave a bad solution to cause their defeat, I know not who would be victorious and who would occupy the Kingdom. The only thing I can safely do is give good advice. I may be helping the Scottans, but they may be the lesser evil. I cannot tell."
"First of all," Will finally spoke to Joseph "To defeat a defensive position, take advantage of its weaknesses, and/or flank it. A fixed position is always a good target..." Will continued on.