Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5824038-20150210182613

Lazarus Grimm wrote:

"Gentlemen", he said and put his arms behind his back. "This is merely the beginning. Right now as we are speaking the Council of Nobles are already laying out new plans to not only purge Brightwall, but all other major cities of Tamriel as well! Mournhold! Daggerfall! Senchal! Solitude! They will all be judged by our cause! And we..." (Just a note - Mournhold and Solitude aren't part of the Empire, they're part of Samarkand, which has a different governing body. I confess, I don't know where Senchal is, but you can look up the pages for The Empire (Age of Industry) and Samarkand to see their geography and which empire it fits in.)

The Hunter turned a corner, and there he sensed it - the doors on his right were the ones his prey were in. Without the slightest sound, he placed small smokebombs on the floor by the doors, and lit the fuse.

The smoke that came out was thick, and impossible to see through. Only with his heightened senses could Hunter navigate through it to open the two doors. He slowly advanced under cover of smoke into one of the doors. It was the one which Sander and Meledran were in.

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In the streets of Brightwall chaos was ensuing. The poor believed that their final judgement had comne, that Akatosh had appeared on Nirn to bring them to Aetherius. Their simple minds could not comprehend what was about to happen.

Guards and soldiers filled the streets, trying to keep order. Senators were discussing what was about to happen. One senator in particular was very aggressive. She was pointing her finger at everyone who talked to her, and was shouting at them.

'What are you doing!? You can't do this! The poor are here under our protection! That pompous arse has NO right or authority to simply bombard the city! Why are you letting him?'

'Sofia,' another one started, 'Calm down! He does have authority-'

'Whose? His collection of fat whores that he lets suck on him thrice a day and pays with fake gold? His small private army that, last time I checked, was a violation of the Generals' Act of 5E 122!?'

'The Council of Nobles-' another started.

'I don't give a f*** about the f***ing Council of f***ing Nobles! They don't own this city, nor do they run the Empire! I thought that was what the Senate was all about. A democracy, where the poor get to have their say. It doesn't seem like they had their say here, though, does it? No! That so-called "Council" is just a collection of arseholes that have never worked for a gold piece in their life, and think they own this Empire because their great-great-great-great aunt once got f***cked up the arse by Kamodus the f***ing Tenth!'

One of the other senators muttered something about Kamodus X being too old for great-great-great-great aunts to have been alive then. Sofia punched him.

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High above, in the skies, more trouble was arriving. Word had spread over the entire Empire that the poor were going to go through hard times, and Maximilien DeRaque was trying to 'cleanse' the cities of those who couldn't pay taxes to the State.

An armada of close to four dozen skyships was approaching the city, each captained by a different skypirate. The skypirates were, after all, mostly made up of those who were once the common folk.

Every ship had, on its flag, a depiction of Dick Turpin, to remind each and every pirate why they fought.

In the space of half an hour they would be upon DeRaque's fleet, and burn them in the skies.