The Military reforms
On July 16 the shahanshah signed the rights of fights. This day was the day the military will become the day when the rag tag moron groups. Became hordes of guns and guns. The day, to end the order of the assassins, the Hashashin order for good. By steamrolling the Hashashin Order’s fortresses of Forteresse des Roaves.
Khan of Khazar Lechia and the community of the Manichean Mazdans officially support the state of Tahiries.
Khan and the Shanshah of Tahiries are in The Hevealny Skies pact which means all are officially allowed trade with the imperial families of both dynasties. This allows the manichean community and the sunni opposition to hashashin terrorists to officially send financial support and more.
Guard enters the room with Octavius and his lawyer. "It is time" she says as others enter the room with her. "They know who you are and they have proof. Don't deny anything you did in the palace and don't show pride. Pride before the Khan gets people killed especially on trial... Remember to properly bow, if not as a criminal then as a simple royal blood. Don't make demands. Don't use foreign languages, even for one word and never ever speak in proverbs. Use only precise and direct words. I can't make it more clear... I will be there with you, on your side, after your walk of shame" says his lawyer.
Ah yes... Walk of shame... Practice so old it is never mentioned, but now the entire region will hear about it and talk about it. Octavius is forcefully taken outside, held by two guards, one male and one female, both are very buff and completely covered in armor. One of them grabs Octavius' by his hair and shows his face to the hundreds or thousands of people outside, as well as cameras... tons of them, both on cell-phones and of the media... This is a legal event so it's obviously streamed online the same way Sławojs' walk was...
"This is Luis Octavius! Son of Lesser-King Diego the IV of Mantesa! Shame be on his name!" screamed one of the guards, after which all the people started chanting "Shame! Shame! Shame!" and if anyone thought that it would end as they leave the crowd of people, they were wrong... People follow Octavius and some media even use cars with cameramen on their tops to record it all.
To make it even worse, the walk of shame must be completely on foot... It's a real torture, especially since Khazar Lechia is mostly steppes and other flat lands and it's near summer. The sun is up and they have a long way to the palace where the judgement will happen... "Shame! Shame! Shame!" people chant with every step Octavius makes. At some point prince wanted to speak, but other guards behind him started ringing bells to prevent people from hearing him. This is always done, just didn't work in case of Sławoj, but nobody is on Octavius' side this time. It seems this way at least.
Meanwhile in the palace:
Khan is on the phone with King Diego while watching the news on the internet. "I ordered them to not reveal his identity! If they used his name, then he must have revealed it himself, or someone from your country did! I already looked it up! There is proof of some woman called Maria Marcini revealing his identity in order to meet him. I don't know who that is... I can arrest her if you wish... She's right outside the palace... Don't ask me why she's here, for I don't know..." he says to the lesser-king.
THIS IS ENN: An archeological dig in the Tholrae Kingdom today has found evidence of an 18th- to early-20th-century kingdom which was a united Thialrer. The dig found an ancient clay tablet in Ancient Thialren that read:
"Trajann XII, King of Thialrer, announced today that the capital city of Thalrenius will be strengthened with five hundred Warriors of the Admiralty after the recent attack by rebels in the Tholrae Tribe. The attack by the Tholrae rebels weakened Thalrenius, but we are rebuilding. Thanks to these reinforcements, Thalrenius, and Thialrer as a whole, is strong. Nothing will defeat us."
This has redefined our recorded history and led archeologists to believe there was an Ancient Thialrern civilization.
July of the 16/ 2020
The shahanshah of Tahiries Ardashir I, Shahanshah of the wasteland. Ascended and enlightened emperor, has officially declare the agreement of this rights of trade with the northern Khazarian state of Khazar Lechia. This agreement shall be put into an imperial treaty on the dates of: 7/7/20 or on 6/7/20.
As forth the treaty of Adarhoshang shall be ascended on the dates of the alright mentioned.
Here is part two of the Dyfed Synnove story. Again, it’s a little long, but it shouldn’t be boring. It’s very informative about not just Synnove’s past but Cielearda’s history. I hope you enjoy it!
“So Mr Synnove, how have you been since our last meeting?”
“Are you su-“
“I have been fine.”
“Ok, Mr Synnove. You have been fine.”
She writes something down on her notebook.
“Now, Mr Synnove, if it’s okay with you, I would like to try something different this week. I would like to try ‘word association’. Do you think that would be a good idea?”
“If you think it will work.”
“Great. Then let’s start with something easy. Just say the first word that comes into your head, don’t try and construct anything. Are you ready?”
“Ready as can be.”
She waits for a second, then says:
Synnove is speechless.
“Don’t feel as though you have to say something.”
“Gone.” He repeats.
“Can you tell me about...” She looks down at her notebook for a second. “... Norman Synnove?”
“No, I can’t. He wasn’t important. That’s what my mother said anyway... ... ...”
“Mr Synnove! You looked as if you were falling asleep! Mr Synnove! Mr Synnove?””
720 A.C.S, 12th May:
A man aggressively scratches into the wall. He has managed to dislodge a nail from the door, but they haven’t seen yet. If they did, they would take it away. They didn’t want him with anything he could use to kill himself. But that’s not what he was using it for. Not yet, anyway.
A good looking Government official strolls down the hall, with two armed guards, one either side of him. Once he arrives at the door, he shouts something in Mantesan to the soldier standing there. The soldier opens it and the official walks in, alone.
“I see you’re scratching in the days again, Lieutenant.“ He says in a thick Mantesan accent. “We mess around with them, you know. Add some on, scratch some out...” He leans in closer, and whispers, “Did you really think it was day 4?” He laughs and stands up, taking in the full view of the quivering man. “Now...” He says as he pulls up a chair. “I’m going to try this again. Where are the papers?”
“You... You can’t speak! Ha, what have they done to you Norman! I must say it is a beautiful sight! Go on then, say what you wanted to say, I want to see you try!” He laughs again. The man crawls over to the official and whispers:
“I simply have no idea what papers you are asking me about.” Then he crawls off into the corner again, smiling. The official looks angry now, as if he has gone through this before.
“Now Norman, we wouldn’t want you to lose anything else, would we? We wouldn’t want you to lose anything...” He prods the mans finger. “...Anatomical.” He speaks again, leaning closer. “And we certainly wouldn’t want you losing anything...” He prods his chest. “...Familial. So I will ask you, and for your benefit, explain it to you, one more time. Where are the insurgent papers stating where and when the next uprising will be?” The man says nothing. “WHERE?! WHERE ARE THEY NORMAN!?”
“I’m not sure why you are asking me about this, I love the mother nation and I would die for it. My ancestors died in your war. I would do the same.”
“You’re bullsh*tting me and we both know it. I’ll come back for round THIRTY-FIVE, tomorrow. Goodbye.” The man quickly turns around and begins scratching the number 35 into the wall.
744 A.C.S, 9th June:
“S... Sorry, Dr Hargrove. What was it that you wanted again?”
“Your father. Please tell me about him. What did he do?”
“He was a teacher.”
“When did he live?”
“Erm... 680 to 720.”
“718? So he would have been... 40? That’s a little young, isn’t it? That was the year of the revolutions. Was his death somehow linked with them?”
“Yes, he was too young. He didn’t die because of the revolutions, he died from heart failure. It runs in the family.”
Synnove’s head starts to drop again, his eyelids are falling fast and time is moving incredibly slowly. He can’t speak, he can’t feel, and he can’t move. He is stuck, drifting slowly away into sleep...
720 A.C.S, 8th July:
A grenade falls on the rooftop of the Manuel Almieda Military Base. Several guards are thrown back as the metal falls through, leaving a beam of sunlight shining through the gap in the roof. A high ranking Government official by the name of Tomáz Mesanuille sprints past the bodies and flailing hands, arriving eventually at the cell at the end of the hall.
“Is he in?” He asks the guard stationed there, in Mantesan.
“Popped out.” He replies
“Probably started the damned thing.” Says Tomáz as he strolls into the empty cell.
Meanwhile, in the centre of Sotersetle, the Capital of Cielearda, Norman Synnove is running down the cracked and body-strewn streets. There is a safe house, in the upper-class neighbourhood of Gyldenaec, where he can wait it out until the revolution is over. He runs for his life, his country, his family. He has a 2 sons, one aged 1 and another aged 2, and a daughter of 8, and he would lay down his life for them all without a moments notice. He has a wife, a beautiful wife who he loves more than anyone could imagine. He has an extended family, friends and most of all a country, and he would do anything for them. These are the only thoughts swimming around his head as he makes the last few steps towards the driveway.
He feels a rip in his shoulder.
His ankle buckles as he kicks a bit of risen pavement.
He falls to his side and rolls onto his back.
A detachment of around 20-30 soldiers sprints past him, heading for the blazing city centre.
He carries on thinking about everyone he loves, all his dreams, his aspirations. His life flashes in front of his eyes. He sees growing up on the farm, leaving school, leaving home, getting married, getting arrested, his sons, his daughter, his country...
744 A.C.S, 9th June:
“Mr Synnove, it appears you are drifting off again. Do you think we should stop here and reschedule for another time?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that sounds best.”
King Diego is speechless. She handles a brief note to Secretary Vila while he listens to the Khan. Vila leaves right as the king starts his answer "Maria Mancini, uh?" When her lover says that name, secretary Vila's eyes widen and her face pales. She quickly runs away before the king can see tears running down her face. "I have never heard that name in my whole life... arrest her and please, inform me about her interrogatory. As for my son... I hope he is given an amnesty..." Diego IV is absolutely furious. It takes all the forces in his body to avoid yelling at the Khan. His hand plays with a pen nervously. All the fibers of his body are tense. Every muscle. Every joint. Everything is ready to attack. His foot tap on the ground as if he were trying to kill an imaginary snake. The phone feels like fire in his fist and his face shows a though expression. "I really have nothing to say. But if my son is given an amnesty, I expect him to be...properly retributed. Good afternoon Bulan" the king hangs the phone as secretary Vila returns to the room with an old man dressed in black. "Hey Justice Balboa, I have a job for you. A censor job." Secretary Vila closes the door of the office so that nobody can hear the conversation. An hour later, all media in Mantesa relative to Octavius' trial has been censored under judiciary order
In Khazar Lechia, Octavius feels pain. But not regular pain. Not the pain you would get from heat or injuries. It is a much deeper and older pain. A primitive and brutal pain. Inside his chest, he can feel a black beast, a savage animal crawling in his stomach, scratching his heart, oppresing his lungs, strangling his throat and breaking through his body. He looks around and his eyes are filled with hate. He presses his teeth against each other with violence and his fists close in humiliation. He feels the lost honor abandoning his person and instead being substituted by the black beast. The enforcers around him, they all look disgusting to him, he wants to spit on them, to punch them, to kick them...to kill them. Yet he can't. And the beast rejoices on this and keeps growing inside the prince's chest. And Octavius just walks, furious, humiliated and abandoned, like a slave of the very beast that is poisoning his insides. And far away, Maria Vila a.k.a. Maria Mancini, cries desperatly...
Three guards violently grab Maria Marcini before Octavius is even inside the capital. They lock her up in one of their transport cars and drive her into the facility Octavius was just in.
As she drives Octavius reaches the capital. He is seen by many people both from their windows and the people on the streets.
There is nobody siding with him. The walk of shame is customary and such word as "amnesty" doesn't even exist in any language used in Khazar Lechia, nor in the national law. Diego hung up before the Khan told him that, but it only made Bulan furious.
"He dares demand us to obey their law?! Who does he think he is?! Let's make a PROPER TRIAL!" says the Khan to other judges, officially dropping his proposition to Diego with punishing Octavius with only banishment.
Meanwhile enforcement gives Qirka a report about the media being blocked in Mantesa. She is surprised that Octavius' name was even mentioned in the report and brings it to her father thinking he might have something to do with it.
Khan looking at the report gets even more furious... "Oh he thinks he can hide his son's crimes?! Fly our aircraft above Mantesa with banners reading the official statement of King Diego in which he officially declared that his own son Octavius is... and I quote Not a citizen of Mantesa!"
Khan directly rules the aircraft thus many instatly fly over the capital of Mantesa with the banner "Octavius is not a citizen of Mantesa - King Diego IV" In all mantesan languages. Not to mention the usual bribes and internet media still reach Mantesa... It's impossible to censure all in one day, especially the internet which never forgets nor forgives...
Octavius finally stands before the Khan as his lawyer joins him and bows before the emperor as a commoner. Octavius' fury is confronted by the seight of hundreads of guards in the palace and Qirka looking at him with compassion. She even approaches him and gives him a hug... There is no law against it, for nobody ever considered the enforcement leader hugging the prosecuted people...
"Calm down... Abandon honor... Think of me and all you love... Have respect and remember you are not getting better treatement anymore... I can't do much now... Your father insulted the Khan and officially declared you're not a citizen... You are not in a good position... The lawyer is good though. She is my own worker. She can help, but listen to her advice and don't be rush..." she tells him, right before she rushes beck next to the judges to ceremonially look at their hands during the judgement.
Khan opens the document with charges and starts the judgement:
"Juis Octavius son of Lesser-King Diego the IV! You were officially declared not a citizen of Mantesa! You are charged with illegally sneaking into the palace, starting an illegal fire and attempting a second one, escaping your cell, destroying possible evidence and low damage dealt to an object within the palace of the Khan! You are also charged with insulting Khanzada Qirka Bulan..."
Qirka stops her father saying" I didn't charge him..." but he responds with "I did... As your father..." then continues:
"You are futher charged with publically lacking documentation proving your identity and meeting with a person who was deemed a criminal and has been arrested..." before finishing the rest of the formula Khan looks if Octavius is properly bowing or not, hoping to add another charge to the list...
OOC: be wise... Don't make anything stupid... This can end very bad... We can't nullify all our posts that lead to this... Whatever happens... Happens... I will do all I can to make Octavius' trial easier...
Meanwhile, at the court, Octavius starts his kowtow. He bends painfully slow, until he is fully bent like an L. However, he then sees the furious and vengeful eyes of the Khan looking at him. He sees no mercy in the two glass-like spheres, just anger and cruelty. He keeps going down. A knee touches the ground. It feels like lava. Then the other, then the torso. Thus, Octavius makes a full kowtow, like a criminal. The floor feels like fire under his skin. An electric shock shakes his whole body. And inside him, the black beast keeps moving around. It strangles his throat and punches his stomach. He can feel it crawl upwards, scratching his mouth and playing with his head. His eyes burn with fury. He can feel the beast increasing his size, as if it were going to reap through his skin at any second. A primitive instinct, older than men, older than beasts, older than Time itself. That's the only thing he knows about the horrible monster that crawls in his chest. He is glad he is handcuffed. He feels like he could kill the Khan with his bare hands right there. He forgets everything else. Love, happiness, sadness...all those are eaten by the Beast. Even Reason has to combat with every fiber to avoid perishing to the Beast. And thus, the former Abel slowly turns into Cain. Octavius assembles all his forces to push the Beast away from his mouth. He succeeds, but he can still feel fire and poison in his mouth and blood and iron in his throat. And under him, the flames of the floor keep on roasting his skin.
The airplane pilot feaks out and answers Mantesan military "Dude! We are a private jet of the Khan! We are civilians in a civilian aircraft! Stop shooting! We didn't break any law! This is all recorded... Just stop! We can't manuver with you so close to us!"
Meanwhile in the court Khan gets up from his seat... He looks at octavius and says "I dismiss all charges..."
The Enochite councilor gets angry at this as this all went against his plan. He gets up and shouts. Only words that can be understood by others are "treason", "villain" and "traitor" being shouted at the Khan. This is not even breaking the law, but is breaking the constitution. Thus he is quickly shot in his forehead. Single shot does it. Man falls onto the floor and his body is taken out.
Khan looks at two other judges, as they stand in awe of Octavius. One of them makes a proper bow towards a royal in his direction. Bulan himself gets down to Octavius and helps him up, then says to him "You are more honorable than my entire country... More than your father! I officially anounce you the Guardian of my court! You should know your father censured all this information about your trial... He even revoked your citizenship... If you died here Mantesa wouldn't even see it... I hope you forgive me all the charges and the treatement of enforcement, for I know they aren't gentle... I also hope I can help you with the situation with your father abandoning you at this time... I'll make sure that your government will hear about it and I'll make sure that if your father ever looses his crown, it will fall on your head!"
(OOC: You may be technologically advanced, but your military is not high enough for such weaponry. Technological advancement and military equipment are very different statistics. I completely agree that such blockade especially for one day is possible with your advancement compared to mine though, but not a complete blockade as deep web cannot be regulated...)