It is noon. The scorching sun proudly presides at the apex of its heavenly orbit. The Sun reigns… as Aztlanxo burns. The recent heat wave is unlike anything the city of Atlantis has ever witnessed. The Curia has not escaped the devastating effects of this heat wave and many senators, too hot to debate, sit panting as they sip lukewarm wine. Suddenly, the sound of trumpets mixed with the neighing of horses and the marching of soldiers can be heard. While some Senators prick their ears and look to the Northeast, the source of the noise, many continue on in self-absorbed idleness. Their Imperator is finally marching his troops out of the city, to the West so that he might fight the Urollan horde. To their bewilderment, the sounds of war only grow louder, as if the entire army, or at least an entire company, was marching towards the Curia. Then, through sultry haze and heat waves that issue forth from the broiling street, the Senators catch sight of the procession. Over 3,000 soldiers, all clothed in purple silk and bright iron plate armor. Every hundredth man carries a golden banner. Upon half the banners is a black Atlantean Cross ((Basque cross)), a bold symbol of Atlantean unification. Upon the other banners is a scarlet, openmouthed phoenix with its wings outstretched and it’s tail on fire. In front of the lavishly outfitted company rides the “Phoenix of Atlantis” upon a white stallion. Graetius’s iron breastplate is embossed with a bright brass Atlantean Cross that seems to reflect the sun at every angle. A dark red cape billows behind the Imperator’s back, reacting to every zephyr of air, like a flame.
Graetius waves a many-ringed hand and his soldiers halt. Graetius walks his horse a few steps forward, loudly clears his throat, and booms…
“Fellow Populares, upstanding servants of the people, staunch followers of the Gods, distinguished egalitarians, and friends… this day marks the most important campaign in the history of this continent! Today the sons of Aztlanxo, chosen by the Omniscient Ones to rebuild the broken Atlantean Empire, march West to bring their Urollan brothers under the banner of the Scarlet Phoenix! With unparalleled swiftness and force our mighty army shall sweep through the land, re-establishing Atlantean prominence and fighting bravely for the common unity of all men!
Graetius turns and addresses his troops
My brave Azlanti warriors, I urge you now to not cast your eyes upon the Curia, for what could have been a shining beacon of hope, freedom, and universal equality, has become a cesspool of corruption and greed. Many of these senators are but whining curs who have entered the political world not to serve the people, but to serve their own self-centered ends!
A wave of fear crashes over the senate. Graetius points a ringed finger at the Curia…
Here is where the highborn wolves wait to pounce on the unsuspecting citizen and strip them of their rights! Here, a horde of rats that call themselves “Mercators” work tirelessly to chew through the moral fabric of society and impose their own blasphemous “secular” policies! I admit, my friends, that a very big part of me wishes to rid the Senate of these pernicious evil-doers!
Shouts of approval erupt from Graetius’s men. Graetius allows this to continue for a few more seconds before raising a hand for silence.
…But we must not shed senator blood on this day, as it would not be a fitting way to begin the most glorious campaign in Azlanti history! Put it behind you for now, for there is much conquest to be done before we can return to Atlantis as heroes! Take heart in the fact that the very blood of Ozur runs through my veins! So now, with the divine wind of the Gods at your back, charge forth to victory!
The cheers of the soldiers are deafening and can be heard throughout the city. Even as Graetius marches out of the city, most of the senators are too stricken with fear and anxiety to speak. Does the Imperator truly seek to unite all of Aztlanxo with only 16,000 men? Will the Imperator actually do away with the Mercators and Optimates upon his return to Atlantis? Will the people truly follow this bloodthirsty madman and help Graetius as he puts an end to the Republic?
((Since he’s been elected, Graetius has earned an awful demise on the battlefield. I just hope that his fall doesn’t come due directly to bad tactics…. He does have something like an 8 military score. Anyway, This AAR’s been really fun so far and I’m sorry if my latest character came off as a complete ass. Needless to say, OOC I think I’d be a lot easier to tolerate for many of you. Thanks again for making this AAR great, I’m sure you all will continue the good work over the next two months. Goodbye for the rest of summer Atlantis! HAGS Paradox Interactive!))
Graetius waves a many-ringed hand and his soldiers halt. Graetius walks his horse a few steps forward, loudly clears his throat, and booms…
“Fellow Populares, upstanding servants of the people, staunch followers of the Gods, distinguished egalitarians, and friends… this day marks the most important campaign in the history of this continent! Today the sons of Aztlanxo, chosen by the Omniscient Ones to rebuild the broken Atlantean Empire, march West to bring their Urollan brothers under the banner of the Scarlet Phoenix! With unparalleled swiftness and force our mighty army shall sweep through the land, re-establishing Atlantean prominence and fighting bravely for the common unity of all men!
Graetius turns and addresses his troops
My brave Azlanti warriors, I urge you now to not cast your eyes upon the Curia, for what could have been a shining beacon of hope, freedom, and universal equality, has become a cesspool of corruption and greed. Many of these senators are but whining curs who have entered the political world not to serve the people, but to serve their own self-centered ends!
A wave of fear crashes over the senate. Graetius points a ringed finger at the Curia…
Here is where the highborn wolves wait to pounce on the unsuspecting citizen and strip them of their rights! Here, a horde of rats that call themselves “Mercators” work tirelessly to chew through the moral fabric of society and impose their own blasphemous “secular” policies! I admit, my friends, that a very big part of me wishes to rid the Senate of these pernicious evil-doers!
Shouts of approval erupt from Graetius’s men. Graetius allows this to continue for a few more seconds before raising a hand for silence.
…But we must not shed senator blood on this day, as it would not be a fitting way to begin the most glorious campaign in Azlanti history! Put it behind you for now, for there is much conquest to be done before we can return to Atlantis as heroes! Take heart in the fact that the very blood of Ozur runs through my veins! So now, with the divine wind of the Gods at your back, charge forth to victory!
The cheers of the soldiers are deafening and can be heard throughout the city. Even as Graetius marches out of the city, most of the senators are too stricken with fear and anxiety to speak. Does the Imperator truly seek to unite all of Aztlanxo with only 16,000 men? Will the Imperator actually do away with the Mercators and Optimates upon his return to Atlantis? Will the people truly follow this bloodthirsty madman and help Graetius as he puts an end to the Republic?
((Since he’s been elected, Graetius has earned an awful demise on the battlefield. I just hope that his fall doesn’t come due directly to bad tactics…. He does have something like an 8 military score. Anyway, This AAR’s been really fun so far and I’m sorry if my latest character came off as a complete ass. Needless to say, OOC I think I’d be a lot easier to tolerate for many of you. Thanks again for making this AAR great, I’m sure you all will continue the good work over the next two months. Goodbye for the rest of summer Atlantis! HAGS Paradox Interactive!))