[HQ Ignorance] Re : Re : Re : Re : Re : Scene 122: The Tower of the General

[lev at mimesisrpg.com]

> - "Your Majesty, began the wooden puppet of the seshnelan elected king,
> I'm
> newcomer in your lands and to my ignorant eyes, it seems that your war is
> a
> stalemate... Perhaps a new vision on the opponents' assets and weaknesses
> may do
> the difference? I've got the impression that you feed the power of your
> army
> with the corpses of your subjects... Is your enemy feeding is own with
> their
> souls? If it is the case, what will both of you do when the last
> inhabitant will
> have succumbed? Enlighten me with the details of your situation and
> perhaps my
> foreign experience of the western wars might be of some help to introduce
> a new
> and decisive element in your strategy. If not, perhaps my own escort of
> Sages
> and Magicians could help us? What do you think? There is no risk to
> try..."


The bald, dark-toned wooden emperor tapped the edge of his throne, with
anger in his eyes. Two iron guards march in sync to either side of Azhur
and push him to the ground.

"On your belly when facing the Maker of Puppetland!", the General
declares. "And you will speak only on my command!"

The General's face softens.. "Nevertheless, this foreign captive could be
useful. You have sages and magicians of your own, you say? That could be
useful, very useful...  Well, you must summon them, summon them
immediately, and bring them here. Then we shall talk more."

At this stage an iron guard runs into the chamber, clanking as he goes. He
runs directly to the chamber and bows next to the General. The General
places his hand upon the Guard's head and turns to Azhur, glaring. "It
seems that your escort has arrived - and they are determined to become
faggotts for the next batch of iron soldiers!"