Quebec Sera Sera
This is my first AAR, all events are coded by myself, all translations are done by babelfish, and all historical inaccuracies are the result of poor research. I wont fish for compliments, however I will be most interested in receiving criticism, as I would like to improve.
It was late in the evening, all was quiet in the town of Sherbrooke and Father Luc Saint-John was about to enter the tavern named for the Fleur de Lis just as the man had whispered to him from the confessional, he pulled the hood further up to hide more of his face, fearing he may be recognized attending a meeting of the Patriote Pour Liberte, consisting mostly of middle class merchants who aim to free Quebec from Britain. The goal was to achieve freedom by a process of whining to each other over their drinks, and making scholarly observations about freedom to each other that would be forgotten when they wake up and deal with their hangovers the next morning.
Had Father Luc walked a further 15 minutes he would have reached a shabbier tavern by the same name, in which a group calling themselves the Sherbrooke Jardenage Societe was meeting, the membership consisted of young firebrands from all walks of life, including a couple of army officers. Their goal was a violent coup followed by applying to France for dominion status.
The owner of the first Fleur de Lis listened intently from the bar, as a third generation united empire loyalist whose family fled Massachusetts during the American War of Independence. John Hutchinson UE found the idea of Quebec separating from the Empire horrible, but at the same time could not see any reason to find the Patriote Pour Liberte to be truly threatening.
Regardless of their benignity he called his son Jack to the bar, and asked him to sneak out the back door to alert the authorities, his grandmother had never truly recovered from the loss of everything when she was forced to flee to Canada with her children as a young widow. She had never told anyone what exactly had become of his grandfather.
Jack Hutchinson slipped through a window facing the back of the pub, and set off at a sprint towards to nearest police constabulary, in his mind he was starting to wonder what it would be like to be a hero. He strode through the door to see that the officers of the law were drinking and playing cards. Knowing a lost cause when he saw one Jack raced away to locate anyone who would be of some assistance.
This is my first AAR, all events are coded by myself, all translations are done by babelfish, and all historical inaccuracies are the result of poor research. I wont fish for compliments, however I will be most interested in receiving criticism, as I would like to improve.
It was late in the evening, all was quiet in the town of Sherbrooke and Father Luc Saint-John was about to enter the tavern named for the Fleur de Lis just as the man had whispered to him from the confessional, he pulled the hood further up to hide more of his face, fearing he may be recognized attending a meeting of the Patriote Pour Liberte, consisting mostly of middle class merchants who aim to free Quebec from Britain. The goal was to achieve freedom by a process of whining to each other over their drinks, and making scholarly observations about freedom to each other that would be forgotten when they wake up and deal with their hangovers the next morning.
Had Father Luc walked a further 15 minutes he would have reached a shabbier tavern by the same name, in which a group calling themselves the Sherbrooke Jardenage Societe was meeting, the membership consisted of young firebrands from all walks of life, including a couple of army officers. Their goal was a violent coup followed by applying to France for dominion status.
The owner of the first Fleur de Lis listened intently from the bar, as a third generation united empire loyalist whose family fled Massachusetts during the American War of Independence. John Hutchinson UE found the idea of Quebec separating from the Empire horrible, but at the same time could not see any reason to find the Patriote Pour Liberte to be truly threatening.
Regardless of their benignity he called his son Jack to the bar, and asked him to sneak out the back door to alert the authorities, his grandmother had never truly recovered from the loss of everything when she was forced to flee to Canada with her children as a young widow. She had never told anyone what exactly had become of his grandfather.
Jack Hutchinson slipped through a window facing the back of the pub, and set off at a sprint towards to nearest police constabulary, in his mind he was starting to wonder what it would be like to be a hero. He strode through the door to see that the officers of the law were drinking and playing cards. Knowing a lost cause when he saw one Jack raced away to locate anyone who would be of some assistance.
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