Roshwan Kingdom is a large kingdom in the South Blue. Most of the islands centre is taken up by a city, with a large castle and walls being in the middle of it. It is one of the islands with association to the World Government and are allowed to attend the Reverie. The only two classes in the Roshwan Kingdom are the working class and the ruling class.
The sun graciously shined upon the Roshwan Kingdom, Soldiers marched through the streets in squadrons of 4; patrolling and ensuring that the working class citizens are kept in line under the harsh law established by King Beer Vl...
"Oh Daddy, what a Marvelous City we have!" said Matryosoka, one of the quadruplet princesses. She gleefully as she hopped up and down exhibiting her excitement to her father.
"N't you zealous today my little Tsvetok." replied the King, he reached down and picked up his youngest daughter; he curdled her in his arms and softly smiled to himself, the fruits of fatherhood really are precious to the coldest of men... "My, You so big I can barely lift tchu!"
"Don't play games like that Daddy!" she replied giving him a big hug.
"Otets, What is agenda for today?" asked Matryosaka. The King Paused for a moment as he really needed to think about this, he lowered Matryosoka to the floor and walked over to the balcony of his throne room. He rested both arms over the railings and looked onwards to view mass beauty of their city; the Daughters huddled around the Doorway to the balcony, they were curious. Curious about the events of today's agenda...
King Beer the Vl stared intensely into the distance, a gentle breeze slapped him in the face. His cape softly flew in the warm breeze; the sun's rays were gentle but they illuminated the morning sky giving it a luxurious sky blew for them to look upon. The King Ruminated for moment, he knew nothing of what's to come for the events of today but he knew one thing...
"The Agenda... I forgot..."
The Princesses looked at their father in disappointment, silently judging him at the Doorway... Matryosaka called for the Royal Squab so that he may find something for them to do...
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Down below the Main castle in which the Royal family resided were the ruling class; they were responsible for excess ministries and economical provisions that the King is Too Lazy to remember, They had long distributed some Red Knights to the streets and so the Red Knight Leaders could be found in the Ruling Class district of the City. It was only a matter of time would they return to posts however they weren't too worrisome about the journey since the Kingdom's defenses relied solely on protecting the walls and ensuring they do not fall... afterall, only a maniac would lay siege on a kingdom directly connected to the world Government...
Several years had passed since X's mysterious disappearance from the world's view. Whispers of his extraordinary abilities and enigmatic past had faded into mere legend. During his absence, he had honed his skills, biding his time until the perfect opportunity for his grand return presented itself. X reemerged on the scene with a newfound ambition and a thirst for power that had grown insatiable during his absence. Roshwan Kingdom, with its stark social divide and potential for chaos, became the target of his calculated schemes. Unbeknownst to the kingdom, this would be X's first job after his disappearance, a daring venture to re-establish his dominance in the world.
His week-long observation of the kingdom was about understanding its flaws and testing his abilities and influence in a real-world scenario. X had vanished as a formidable force and intended to return as an unstoppable juggernaut, leaving no room for doubt about his capabilities.
As X manipulated the kingdom's politics and sowed the seeds of rebellion, he reveled in the power he held over the fate of an entire populace. His disappearance had transformed him into a more cunning, ruthless, and resourceful individual, willing to exploit any situation to achieve his selfish goals.
The people of Roshwan Kingdom remained unaware that their impending revolution was orchestrated by a man they had long forgotten, whose disappearance had only made him physically and mentally stronger. X's return marked not just a conquest of a kingdom but a declaration of his triumphant comeback, a statement that he was back and that he was more dangerous than ever before.
On a day shrouded in an eerie, overcast sky, the atmosphere in the Roshwan Kingdom crackled with peculiar energy as if the air sensed the impending upheaval. Unbeknownst to the kingdom's citizens, X chose this day meticulously as the commencement of his grand plan. After years of strategic plotting, he deemed it the perfect moment to set his schemes into motion. In the heart of the city, within the shadows of the towering castle, X stood, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He had chosen this day not out of mere coincidence but with a calculated precision. The ruling elite were preoccupied with their usual affairs, unaware that their world was about to be shattered.
Name: Number X aka "Gunslinger X" or "G-X"
Pirate of the fearsome Backyard Crew
Race: Human
Height: 6'1
Strength: 11 + 10= 21
Speed: 64 + 10 +5 = 79
>Reaction: 77+5 = 82 Capped at 81
>Movement: 81 Vitality: 71 + 10 = 81
>Durability: 81
>Stamina: 81
Mind: 41
>Science: 82 (-23 B- power suit) - Capped at 81
Haki: 57 x 2 = 114
>Armament Haki (Offensive): 61 (puts you in the +2 tier)
>Observation Haki (Awareness): 53
Martial arts: 26+15=41
>Gunsinging: 82 - Capped at 81
The Royal Squab Scurried into the Royal families' quarters, he was met with the quadruplet princesses innocently staring at him upon his arrival. His eyes met with all four of them; one after the other, he looked beyond them and then to the King.
"Your Majesties, You rang for a meeting... I'm assuming his majesty has forgotten his duties; for today alone the Agenda is a bit... hectic." Said the Royal Squab.
"What do you mean hectic, Belliford?" Asked Matryosoka. the King looked back at the royal Squab, the brightness of the day wasn't enough to fully overshadow the many responsibilities a ruler had over his people. This interest was immediately cut short after a sharp explosion erupted in the distance; large puffs of smoke leaked into the sky, the King looked back over his Balcony and to the overpass... The Smoke cloud was relatively small and it didn't seem like alot of damage was done however it'd origins were what intrigued the King.
"Что это было(What was that)?!" He angrily exclaimed, he turned to the squab; his back hunched over and his face firmly tensed in a suddenly amassed agitation...
The Quadruplet Princesses wavered and grabbed onto one another, though they are extremely cheerful young ladies they are... "scared" of when their father get's angry. The Royal Squab jumped a bit himself as the King's sudden expression of emotion, he reached to his said and retrieved his clipboard.
"A-Ah, Well you see... The people of the working class began revolting, by some unknown resource after many weeks of fruitless picketing they began to get a bit violent. The Soldiers were commanded to keep all time picketing as safe and as controlled as possible for both sides; The Protesters would be granted protection for their protests without being disturbed and the law abiding citizens would be granted protection from any acts of violence from the protesters..." Replied the Squab, he swallowed a bit of his fear; as for what usually happens for his job. Royal informants are one of the crucial members of Royal hierarchy and are often mistreated for simply carrying a message.
"Какая у них могла быть причина идти против моего правления(What reason could they have to go against my rule)? I am a gracious King, I ensure that my people are given freedom of fairness so what reason could they have to aggress in this way-Gather the Ministers! We're holding an impromptu meeting!"Demanded the king, he pointed his finger at the Royal Squab and then to the door to further express the importance of this.. He began firmly marching back into the room; he reached for his daughters and called them over. The Safety of his children were of great importance to him and so he opted to bring them with him.
The Squab rushed out of the room, as fast as he could he ran to gather the minister of the ruling class in ordinance of the King...
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Down below, many terraces below the castle and the ruling class; lied the lower section of the kingdom, The Working Classes Dwell. The Source of the explosion was due to a maintenance error...
"WHAT THE HELL?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO OPERATE THESE THINGS?" Shouted a snarky and uncharacteristically opulently dressed Manager of sorts. This man was from the ruling class; to be more accurate he was the Minister of Finance and Affairs. His Staff had revolted and decided not to turn up for work today since He amongst a few others decided to not only Siphon the pay of many Working Class Citizens but also offer extremely harsh working standards and higher taxing rates simply because they were "Working Class" Citizens. Now, for the sake of clarity this was unknown to the King and it had been meticulously kept under wraps to allow this and few other Minister to pocket a few extra mounds of pay.
The Minister Emerged from the smog of the smoke filled shop coughing his lungs out, he looked down at his Attire a noticed that it had been extremely dirtied by the thickness and blackness of the smoke. "GREAT! Now look at that!"
The Sound of Picketing soon struck his ears as a few blocks downwards lied the not only his Working Class Employees but also many more from all over the lower terrace. Soldiers rushed onto the Scene to survey for any potential casualties and luckily there were none...
"Are you the owner of this establishment?" Asked one of the Red Knights.
"Ugh... Yes, Yes it is." Replied the Minister.
"You are endangering the lives of our citizens with your reckless management, where are your worker class employees?" Asked the Red Knight once more.
"ME? ENDANGERING LIVES?! My worker class employees are off galivanting with the meaningless picketers protesting for the "rights" they just happened to have by grace. Believe me, had I known how to operate the inner regions of my own business I wouldn't need low life scum like them!" Replied the Minister
"Sir, as a Minister, you ought to not degrade the people you have working for you. It is clear by the damages caused by the shops explosion that you cannot operate without their contribution to society. I am going to have to issue a fine for the property damages of not only the Kingdom but also all nearby residencies that have taken damage; though you hold a relatively high position in our societal hierarchy, no one is ever truly above the Law." Replied the Red Knight. He marched away from the Minister and back to the scene to survey Damages.
The Minister Scrunched his face in anger, he marched through the street and went on his own way back to his office. Now, it's to be clear that many other businesses are suffering the same fates or something similar; due to the revolt of the worker class citizens it has caused a grand majority of important business to shut down or lower in productivity because of lack of workers. Some accidents were avoided but this is just one of five total cases that an explosion had occurred. The Minister, owned a blacksmithing business using heavy machinery and because of his own incompetence he had damaged an extremely delicate device and caused almost half the entire business to shut down.
Word soon got to him that the King was holding an impromptu meeting; it was at the Local Court house which allowed both ruling and Worker Class citizens to attend, witness the discussion whilst also testify issues that they'd have however over the years things got a bit... corrupt...
Martial Law..
After about forty-five minutes to an hour, the Ministers and the King made their way to the Court house. The King sat at the Center of them all with his daughters on stage with him. He awaited the arrival of not only all his ministers but some of his people as well for their input was just as important to him as the Minister he had partial influence in selecting...
Soldiers Aligned themselves along the Outside of the Building, some were still scattered about the Lower Terrace of the city surveying Damages or Patrolling the streets of the city. An improper estimate would demand that about Twenty-Five Soldiers Total Lined the Outer circumference of the Courthouse.
Along the inners of the Court House, there were four Red Knight Leaders situated to guard both the Entrance and Exit of the Court House respectively...
Amidst the crowd at the courthouse, unnoticed and blending seamlessly with the working-class citizens, X, the enigmatic figure driven by his selfish desires, infiltrated the proceedings. Disguised as a humble worker, he moved with purpose, his eyes sharp and calculating, searching for an opportunity to exploit the simmering tension within the room.
As the citizens voiced their grievances, X subtly approached small groups of working-class attendees. He stoked the flames of anger and frustration with carefully chosen words, manipulating their emotions to fuel their discontent. His persuasive rhetoric found receptive ears among those already disillusioned by their plight, and soon, murmurs of dissent began to spread like wildfire.
X strategically whispered incendiary suggestions, urging the working class to demand reforms and ultimately overthrow the ruling class. His words, wrapped in promises of a better future, resonated with those who felt oppressed and marginalized.
Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, X identified the Quadruplet Princesses, embodying the ruling class's power. His eyes narrowed with malicious intent as he concocted a sinister plan. In the tense atmosphere within the courthouse, the keen eyes of a seasoned gardener, a skilled warrior in disguise, noticed X's suspicious behavior. Sensing the danger that lurked, the gardener swiftly moved, his movements purposeful and swift. With a calculated strike, he aimed at X before chaos could fully erupt. The sudden strike and subsequent scuffle caught the attention of the entire courtroom. The courthouse, already a tinderbox of emotions, exploded into a frenzy. Fueled by their frustrations and witnessing the thwarted assassination attempt against one of the revolt's leaders, working-class citizens erupted in outrage. Anger radiated from the crowd like a palpable force, and shouts filled the air.
Amidst the chaos, X managed to slip free from the gardener's grasp. Seizing a moment of distraction, he fired a shot from his concealed weapon, killing another revolt leader. Pandemonium ensued. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the courthouse, drowning out the cries and screams of the attendees. Chaos reigned as panic spread like wildfire. Working-class citizens, already on edge due to their frustrations and grievances, now erupted into a furious frenzy.
In the midst of the pandemonium, X, with his malevolent intent, slipped away, disappearing into the crowd as if he were a ghost. His calculated actions had thrown the courthouse into disarray, leaving the ruling class and the working-class citizens in shock and horror. The Red Knights, trained to maintain order in the face of adversity, sprang into action. They swiftly secured the area, protecting the royal family and attempting to restore calm amidst the turmoil. Medical staff rushed to tend to the fallen revolt leader, their efforts in vain as X's ruthless act had extinguished the life. Outside, the atmosphere in the city was equally charged. News of the assassination spread like wildfire, igniting a wave of fury among the working-class citizens. The simmering tension within the kingdom now erupted into a full-blown revolt. Streets were filled with protesters, their anger directed at the ruling class and the chaos that had engulfed their lives.
The events inside and outside the courthouse had escalated into a full-blown crisis, plunging the kingdom into unprecedented chaos and violence.
Inside the courthouse, the Red Knights, their training kicking in, managed to establish a semblance of order amidst the pandemonium. They formed a protective shield around the royal family, ensuring the safety of the Quadruplet Princesses and the King, who looked on with grief and fury at the assassination of one of the revolt's leaders. Medical staff worked frantically to tend to the fallen leader, but their efforts were in vain. The loss of a critical figure fueled the anger of the working-class citizens, turning their outrage into a collective, seething fury.
Outside, the city streets were ablaze with the fervor of the revolt. Working-class citizens, previously disillusioned, now found a common cause in their shared grief and anger. They protested vehemently, their shouts echoing through the city as they demanded justice for the fallen leader and an end to the oppressive rule of the ruling class.
The air was thick with tension and defiance as barricades were erected, fires were lit, and the very foundations of the kingdom trembled under the weight of the revolt. Red Knights, outnumbered and overwhelmed, struggled to contain the uprising, their efforts hampered by the sheer determination of the enraged masses.
Amidst the turmoil, X, the mastermind behind the chaos, continued to evade capture. He moved through the crowd like a phantom, his malevolent intent driving him deeper into the heart of the rebellion. He fueled the flames of discord with every step, manipulating the masses to further his agenda.
As chaos enveloped the kingdom, X reveled in the turmoil he had orchestrated. His cunning and manipulative tactics had pushed the kingdom to the brink of anarchy, and he found a sick satisfaction in the disarray he had sown. "All of this seems all too easy, fufufufu..." X's laughter was drowned out by the shouts and cries of the protesters surrounding him. He continued to move through the crowd, his eyes gleaming with malevolence as he observed the havoc he had incited. X, hidden among the crowd, continued his malevolent dance. He whispered words of rebellion and insurrection, his voice carrying over the fervent shouts of the protesters. His every move stoked the flames of discord, driving the working-class citizens into a frenzy of rage and indignation. During the turmoil, X's eyes fixed on the distant royal palace. His selfish desires burned brighter than ever as he plotted his next move.
The King reached and held his daughters tightly; he lowered himself and held his daughters to him ensnaring them in his fatherly grasp as the Red Knights flocked and swarmed the Royal family. It was utter chaos, an uncontrollable pandemonium of rioting citizens who have been secretly wronged. Akin to a Harsh sea they began pushing against one another, the Red Knights went to action; they forced they're way through the rioting citizens within the courthouse and lead the Royal family out into the streets and the were met with a horrible sight...
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
The people of Roshwan Kingdom were in complete disarray! "What is going on?!" Shouted the King, rising and peering over his daughters and over the shoulders of the Red Knights that circled them. "Someone ensued a riot your majesty, do not fret. As soon as we get you to safety we will deal with the raging people." Replied the leading guard.
"Then Let's head to the safe room, have your guards extract the ministers and escort them to safety as well. I need all of my arms to restore the kingdom back to peace and prosperity." He demanded of the Guards. The Agreed and began leading away the king however it wasn't as discrete as one might've hoped since they stuck out like Rudolf's bright Red nose. They pushed through the Rioting citizens and along the Way the King even managed to talk down a few; calming them momentarily with a concrete promise to take care of the problem himself and hold it tightly in his grasp.
The Guards speedily marched along with the King and his Daughters and by Mid-Day they made it to the castle; The entered and sealed off the Door. The King was escorted down a hallway and deep into the deepest of rooms of the Castle, it was fit for captivity and allowed for maximum comfort whilst hiding away amongst certain situational Chaos.
The Total mount of Guards which completely surrounded the King amounted to 8; 8 of the total 25 that were appointed to the Courthouse. Through the long hours it had taken to escort the King many of the Red Knights were dispatched all over the vastness of Roshwan Kingdom; the mass disarray would leave them wide open to any unsuspecting attacks however there was none more sinister than the scheme implemented right under the King's nose... The Red Knights calmly approached the raging citizens without wishing to apply any excessive force onto them, they attempted to calmly solve the situation by dousing their flame of revolution.
This approach was the best possible option when it comes to dealing with an angry mob however the citizens did not truly want peace. They began attacking the Knights, grabbing tools; loose woods stones and even grabbing weapons from nearby armories... was this really a coupe set right under the King's nose?
The situation grew increasingly dire as the Red Knights attempted to quell the angry mob. Fueled by their frustrations and the chaos gripping the kingdom, the citizens refused to be placated. They saw the Knights not as protectors but as symbols of the ruling class they rebelled against.
With the Red Knights in disarray, X turned his attention to infiltrating the castle. He knew he needed a disguise that would grant him access without suspicion. He selected his target: a lone guard swarned by rebels. Ellara, a man he had met and spent a few days with. X had used those days to gain vital information on the castle's disposition and security measures, unknowingly weaving the threads of his demise.
Under the harsh noon sun, X positioned himself atop a dilapidated building overlooking the bustling streets of Roshwan Kingdom. The atmosphere was tense; discontent hung like a heavy fog. X's eyes scanned the crowd until he found Ellara. With unwavering precision, he aimed his sniper rifle, the glint of the scope almost mocking the chaos he was about to unleash.
X took position, his sniper rifle steady in his hands. He calculated the wind speed, the distance, and the angle meticulously. His finger gently caressed the trigger as he whispered, "O-ya-su-mi," and squeezed it.
Around noon, X squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the city, and chaos ensued. In an instant, the organized defense of the kingdom crumbled into confusion and disarray.
The mob in the streets, sensing the vulnerability of the Red Knights, grew bolder. Rocks and Molotov cocktails flew through the air as the rioters clashed with the defenders.
The revolt echoed through the narrow streets of Roshwan Kingdom as X, an enigmatic figure cloaked in shadows, descended from his vantage point. His movements were as calculated as the gears of a clock, each step designed to avoid even the faintest suspicion. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the chaos below, seeking out the next unsuspecting target: the tailor responsible for crafting the uniforms of the Red Knights.
Before chaos had consumed the streets of Roshwan Kingdom, X had meticulously gathered information about the tailor responsible for crafting the Red Knight uniforms. His investigation had taken him through the city's heart, his steps deliberate and purposeful.
Under the guise of an unassuming merchant, X had discreetly inquired about the renowned tailor. Whispers in shadowy corners and hushed conversations in bustling markets had guided him to the modest shop between two grand buildings. The tailor, known for his impeccable craftsmanship, had earned the trust of the ruling class, but his success had made him complacent, leaving his store unguarded in the face of the rioting populace.
With the precision of a seasoned detective, X had observed the tailor's routines, noting the patterns of his daily life. He had memorized the moments when the tailor left his shop unattended, a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. Every piece of information, every minor detail, had become a thread in the tapestry of X's plan.
As morning turned into noon, X, dressed as an ordinary citizen, approached the tailor's shop. The air buzzed with tension, but his demeanor was that of a man on a mundane errand. He walked purposefully, eyes scanning the surroundings, mapping out escape routes and potential hiding spots.
Upon reaching the tailor's shop, X's gaze lingered on the closed sign hanging on the door. The tailor had succumbed to the chaos, leaving his establishment unguarded. A sly smile curled on X's lips, his mind calculating the moments needed to secure the uniform and disappear into the shadows.
With the precision of a master thief, he slipped inside, the door creaking softly on its hinges. The interior was a haven of delicate fabrics and meticulously crafted garments. X moved with the grace of a shadow, his fingers tracing the outlines of the Red Knight uniforms. He chose the finest one, its smooth fabric under his touch, and swiftly concealed it beneath his attire.
As he retreated into the streets, X's steps were light, his movements practically merging with the city's rhythm. The stolen uniform, now a symbol of his calculated deceit, clung to him like a second skin. The tailor, unwittingly thrust into the center of the chaos, remained blissfully unaware of the role he had unwittingly played in X's meticulous plan.
With the stolen Red Knight uniform carefully concealed beneath his clothing, X retreated to the shadows, away from the prying eyes of the rioting masses. Hidden in the labyrinthine alleys, he began formulating the next phase of his sinister plan: infiltrating the castle and setting it ablaze.
His mind, sharp as a dagger's edge, dissected the castle's layout, envisioning every corridor, every guard post, and every possible obstacle. The flickering torchlight in the distance illuminated the castle's formidable silhouette, but to X, it was a puzzle waiting to be solved.
He drew out a detailed map from his meticulous research and careful observations in a secluded corner. His finger traced the castle's intricate structure, memorizing the locations of the guards' rotations and the vulnerabilities in its defenses. Once a bastion of security, the castle was now a fortress on the brink of infiltration.
The night was his ally, cloaking him in darkness as he plotted his entry. His eyes glinted with a calculated malevolence as he considered his options. Disguised as a Red Knight, he would exploit the trust placed in the castle's defenders. His intimate knowledge of their routines, gleaned from his acquaintance with Lieutenant Ellara, was his ticket inside.
His plan took shape like a macabre dance of shadows. First, he would approach the castle with the confident stride of a trusted guard. His stolen uniform would grant him unquestioned access, the symbol of authority that would open the castle's gates.
Once inside, he would move like a wraith, avoiding the surveillance gaze and his fellow knights' suspicion. His steps would be silent, his presence barely a whisper in the empty corridors. He knew the layout well, thanks to his previous meetings with Lieutenant Ellara. The knowledge was a double-edged sword; a testament to their past friendship turned sinister.
Upon reaching the castle's heart, where the high-ranking officials congregated, X would unleash chaos. His plan was not merely to assassinate; it was to strike fear into the hearts of the ruling class. He carried vials of volatile substances, a concoction of fire and destruction. Setting the castle ablaze would divert the guards' attention, leaving the ruling class vulnerable to his wrath. With every detail meticulously planned, X's lips curled into a malicious grin. The night, once serene, now echoed with the whispers of his malevolent intent. As the rioting masses outside raged against the injustice of the ruling class, X prepared to descend upon the castle like a vengeful phantom, his every step calculated, his every move a stroke in the masterpiece of his deception.
The Fires of Rebellion descended upon Roshwan Kingdom like a thief in the night. The King had originally planned to resolve this mass revolt peacefully and without subsequent loss of lives and trust however it had not seem to come that way, new reported back to the King of the rise in hostility of the working class of Roshwan; he was displeased... His face was bitter and his anger boiled sour. In his fit of rage he demanded that his men deal with the people as what they have made themselves to be; enemies of the state. This epiphany was concocted the very night before (The Noon where X was peering over the city; Before he stole the Knight's armor) and spread swiftly amongst the royal brigade.
Word spread outwards and soon reached the streets where the rioting citizens stayed. The Knights drew their blades in opposition to the increase in aggress of the people. The Knights attacked! They cut down their aggressors, keeping them just alive to receive medical treatment; others opted to use their Military training, brutally tackling down the citizens to arrest them...
However, the chaos was only meant to ensue further for this was not the last of it. Night fell upon the Royals and the Knights who guarded the castle, the Guards Attentively marched along the innards of the Castle ensuring that the chaotic citizens remained outside however it seems something had gotten inside... A fire erupted! The Halls of the Castle swiftly caught fire as some strange substance spread, tapestries and beautiful rugs and expensive drapes only fueled the raging flames for they're extremely flammable. Gases filled the castle and only rose continuously; though the castle's expensive infrastructure were not prone to arson that wouldn't stop the items inside from housing the dastardly flames.
The Guards acted quickly, They're voices raised and shouts echoed throughout the main hall of the castle ordering their forces to retrieve the King and the Ministers who took refuge inside...
"RETREIVE THE KING!"
Shouted Lord Barcas! Second of the totaling Ten Leaders of the Red Knights. He equipped his blade as he took suspicion to how such a fire started. He'd assumed that a rebelling worker class citizen had found their way into the Castle and so Opted to swiftly.... Exterminate them.
"DOUSE THE FIRES ALONG YOUR WAY AND ENSURE IT SPREADS NO FURTHER!" He shouted once more immediately springing into action, He ran off to inspect the halls of the castle. Quickly he ran into some spreading fires and acted immediately in an attempt to put them out, their time within the massive building was limited for soon the air quality will lower and pressure will build and more dangers would come upon the Guards.
As Lord Barcas went his way, a Band of 4 Red Knights went to retrieve the king. They neither wavered nor feared for their training covered emotional stability in tough and dicey situations; That is the strengths of the Soldiers of Roshwan Kingdom, The King and his daughters sat calmly within the safe Room; their blissful unawareness was warranted since the room was designed to house the royals in times of peril and so it did it's job...
Outside the castle, a storm of rebellion clashed against the Red Knights' tyranny, filling the night with the clash of swords and the cries of the wounded. Amidst the chaos, fires spread like vengeful spirits, casting an eerie, orange glow across the city. The air hung heavy with the acrid stench of burning wood and scorched tapestries, choking those caught in the vortex. Citizens, obscured by smoke, struggled to breathe as the flickering flames painted a nightmarish scene. Under the shroud of darkness, X, the enigmatic mastermind, orchestrated an evil plan. He exploited the arrogance of the ruling class, disguising himself flawlessly as a Red Knight. He gained insider access with meticulous precision, using guard patterns and overconfidence. Strategic timing allowed him to move undetected, planting incendiary devices throughout the castle. X tampered with the castle's infrastructure, targeting gas lines and heating systems, ensuring a gradual and devastating ignition.
X orchestrated riots and unrest to divert attention, manipulating the discontented citizens and fueling the flames of rebellion. He strategically placed explosive devices, creating chaos that muddled the guards' response. False leads and misdirection confounded the castle's defenders, allowing X to infiltrate deeper.
Within the castle, X's disguise as a guard was impeccable. He exploited the chaos he had orchestrated, slipping through checkpoints during a shift change. Familiarity with hidden passageways aided his escape from surveillance, while psychological manipulation sowed discord among the guards. Orchestrated distractions diverted attention, allowing him to progress, setting the castle ablaze.
X's incendiary devices, carefully placed, transformed the castle into a fiery abyss. The destruction was not random; it targeted invaluable artifacts, historical documents, delicate tapestries, and symbolic treasures.
Under the cover of night, X, the enigmatic mastermind, hatched a diabolical plan to engulf the castle in flames, plunging the Roshwan Kingdom further into chaos.
X knew that the ruling class's arrogance was their Achilles' heel. Their belief in the impregnability of the castle made them complacent, providing X with the opportunity he needed. Disguised as a respected Red Knight, he exploited their misplaced confidence.
With ease, X blended in with the guards. His confident demeanor and impeccable imitation of the Red Knights' protocols allowed him unrestricted access to the castle's interior. He moved purposefully, studying the castle's layout, identifying vulnerabilities, and pinpointing crucial areas for maximum impact.
Patiently observing the guard rotations, X noted the patterns and routines. He meticulously recorded the guards' shifts, breaks, and lax vigilance moments. Understanding their habits gave him insights into the opportune moments to carry out his plan without arousing suspicion.
X exploited the guards' overconfidence by blending in seamlessly. He engaged in casual conversations, nodding along to their boasts and stories. In these moments, he subtly gleaned information about the castle's security systems, guard protocols, and blind spots. The guards, believing him to be one of their own, shared more than they should have, unknowingly aiding X in his sinister plot.
X patiently waited for the opportune moment when the guards' attention waned, often during shift changes or breaks. He swiftly moved through the castle during these intervals, planting his incendiary devices in carefully chosen locations. His knowledge of the guards' routines ensured he struck when the court was most vulnerable, making his actions nearly imperceptible amidst the regular activities of the guards.
X had carefully orchestrated a series of controlled disturbances throughout the city to divert the guards' attention and create chaos outside the castle walls. When the time was right, X's devices erupted in a synchronized inferno. Flames engulfed the castle, devouring everything in their path. The guards were caught off guard, their efforts to contain the fire hampered by the chaos raging outside.
X watched as the castle burned from a distance, his lips curled into a sinister smile. His plan had succeeded, and the Roshwan Kingdom had been dealt a devastating blow. The ruling class's arrogance had been their undoing, and now they would pay the price for their hubris.
X's victory was a testament to his cunning and intelligence. He had orchestrated a complex and daring plan, exploiting the vulnerabilities of his enemies to achieve his goals.
X's scheme to set the castle ablaze was designed to create widespread chaos and confusion, diverting attention away from his true intentions: the assassination of the kingdom's high-ranking officials.
Amidst the chaos, X crept towards the castle's inner chambers, where the high-ranking officials were congregated. Cloaked in his stolen guard attire, he moved with stealth and precision, avoiding detection.
As midnight approached, X set his most audacious plan into motion. He started a fire in a storeroom adjacent to the inner chambers by utilizing a concoction of flammable substances he had meticulously prepared. The flames roared to life, consuming everything in their path.
Now a phantom in the fiery abyss, X waited patiently for the perfect moment. The screams of guards, the crackling of flames, and the distant cries of the kingdom's people melded into a symphony of destruction.
X emerged from the shadows when the chaos peaked, his concealed weapon raised. He fired a single shot with unparalleled precision, piercing the heart of the kingdom's highest-ranking official.
The room erupted in chaos. The kingdom's officials, fleeing the fire, found themselves face-to-face with a ruthless assassin. X slaughtered them one by one, his gun barking in the flickering light of the flames.
None could escape his madness. He moved with grace, enjoying the sound of screams, gunshots, and bodies dropping dead. The cries of the dying echoed through the night, a chilling reminder of his brutality.
X was a force of nature, unstoppable and unforgiving. He was the embodiment of death itself, coming to claim the lives of those who stood on his path to claim this kingdom as his. The castle burned, and the blood of the kingdom's leaders flowed freely, and in the midst of this, a single silhouette could be seen smiling.
Barcas streamed through the lower halls of the castle, his knightly boots rattled at each step. He found no damage to the Castle windows but the grand fire raged onwards inside of the Royal walls; along his way he quelled as much of the flames as he could but he saw no fruitfulness in this adventure. He retreated; going back from hence he came he returned to the main hall of the castle where he hoped the other Red knights would have an easier time in their tasks.
However... It was the opposite, Frantic screams erupted and Gun fire slew. The Red Knights noted those screams... They were the screams of the ministers whom they'd escorted to their safe room... "I-Impossible" They collectively thought. The Fires blazed and spread without cease, luckily enough the Knights had managed to retrieve the king and his daughters. The King's face had sunk, he heard the screams of the other ministers and his heart sank...
They hurried and rushed him out of the castle, The flames roared and raged within the walls of the castle the air polluted as massive puffs of smoke loomed over the sky of the city; the dead of night was painted orange and dark grey and black with the many huffs and puffs thrusted outwards by the flames across the city however mainly... from the Castle.
"Who could do such a thing..." Muttered the King under his breathe, Lord Barcas and the Red Knights escorted the king throughout the streets. They sought a temporary shelter in which the King could rest and that they could easily guard for something; was a foot. Fortunately, there was a pillaged Ruling class home with a massive gouge in the front door; they took refuge and surrounded the King however Barcas had something to say to his men.
"Men... These recent events have lead me to believe that something is truly wrong with our current situation. The Rebellion, the Attacks; the rampant and chaotically deluded citizens and worst of all the strange attacks on both the Officials and the King. This was not the work of the citizens; they would not know the routes to find the Safe rooms. We have Mole amongst us." Insinuated Barcas, He stood over his men who had swarmed the king. He stared at them and did not know how or whom he could place the blame upon but the most dangerous enemy for the Knights now, were their own ranks.
Quieter than a whisper, the soft earth muffled X's footsteps; he slipped away from the castle, his shadow melting into the darkness.
The hidden rebel camp loomed ahead, its flickering torches casting an eerie glow on the surrounding trees. X paused, his eyes scanning the perimeter, his senses on high alert.
He had been gone for an indeterminate amount of time, infiltrating the castle and gaining the trust of the Red Knights. Now, he had returned, carrying vital information that could change the course of the rebellion.
With a deep breath, X stepped into the camp. The guards tensed at his arrival, their eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Who goes there?" one of them growled, his spear raised.
X smiled coolly. "I am X," he replied, his voice disguised. "I have returned with important news."
The guards hesitated, unsure of whether to trust him. One of them stepped forward, his face illuminated by the firelight.
"X?" he said, his voice filled with disbelief. "We thought you were dead."
X shook his head. "I am alive and well and have come to help you win this war."
The guards lowered their spears, their suspicion slowly fading. They had heard rumors of X's exploits, daring deeds, and unwavering loyalty to the rebellion.
"Welcome back," the guard who had spoken earlier said, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "We need you now more than ever."
X nodded and followed the guards into the camp. The rebels turned to stare as he passed, their eyes wide with curiosity and respect.
He made his way to the center of the camp, where the rebel leaders were gathered. They greeted him with open arms, their faces filled with relief.
"X," one of the leaders said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You have returned. We are truly blessed."
X smiled
"The king has escaped," he hissed, his voice laced with venom. "But his most trusted advisors, who held the true power behind the throne, lie dead. The Red Knights are in chaos, and the people are restless. Now is our time to strike."
The rebel leaders listened intently, their eyes wide with anticipation. X's words had ignited a spark within them, a burning desire for vengeance.
"With your inside knowledge, we can exploit the weakness of our enemies and seize victory," one of the leaders declared, his voice filled with determination.
X nodded, his smile growing wider. "Together, we will bring down the Red Knights and liberate the kingdom from their tyranny."
X smiled inwardly as he watched the rebel leaders eagerly consume the intelligence he had provided. His plan was unfolding perfectly, and he was one step closer to achieving his ultimate goal: control of the kingdom.
He had carefully cultivated his reputation as a loyal and trustworthy member of the rebellion while simultaneously gaining the trust of the Red Knights. He had played both sides to his advantage, sowing discord and chaos among both factions.
Now, he stood poised to strike, ready to seize power for himself.
Inner dialogue:
Everything is going according to plan. The rebels are eating out of the palm of my hand, and the Red Knights are too busy fighting each other to notice what's really going on.
Soon, I will have the kingdom at my mercy. All that is left is to find the King and claim his head.
After a short moment of silence, X started the meeting;
X: The King might have escaped, but we know he is weak and vulnerable. We need to find him quickly and finish him off.
Rebel Leader 1: But where should we start? The kingdom is vast.
X: We know he was last seen heading towards the border. We should start by searching the surrounding area. I'm sure he won't have gone far.
Rebel Leader 2: But he could have split up his forces and sent them in different directions to confuse us.
X: That's possible, but it's more likely that he's still with his most trusted guards. They're his only hope of survival.
Rebel Leader 3: We should focus our search on the border area and look for a group of men traveling together.
X: Exactly. We should also send scouts to the ports to see if they've spotted the King. He may have tried to flee the island.
Rebel Leader 4: But how will we find him if he has fled?
X: That is a matter I will personally see to. Focus on finding his whereabouts first.
Rebel Leader 5: Good. We need to leave no stone unturned. The King must be brought to justice.
X: He will be. With your help, we will find him and bring him to his knees.
Rebel Leaders: We are with you, X. Together, we will overthrow the tyranny of the Red Knights and liberate the kingdom!
X: To victory!
[The rebel leaders raise their fists and shout in unison.]
Lord Barcas swiftly gathered his men, the King Sat huddled with his Daughters in the background and stared at his men. Each knight was then dispersed forming a circle about King Beer; they raised their swords and pointed them about the king and then Barcas Spoke."Your Majesty, The trustworthiness of these men that completely surround you has been Compromised. Swiftly I will hold an interrogation in your honor, by lifting their swords to you they have agreed to speak the truth and only the truth when it comes to what they had done within the time of the fire. The Deaths of the Ministers happened so swiftly that we had no proper way to investigate since the fire had spread and prevented us from doing so. The King and his Princesses were of top priority and so we acted upon that Premise."
"I, Barcas Barbara Quintell Fill, Promise to speak the truth and nothing but the truth throughout my testimony." He began, lifting his sword as well...
"Once the fire had started I began by commanding my men to seek out the royals as well as the Ministers to bring them out of harms way. Afterwards I dashed off into the halls to find the source-"
"How could you have went to find the source if the Fire had begun in the boiler room located on a level below the main hall Lord Barcas", Interjected a Red Knight Solider.
Barcas paused before giving his answer... "When the fire had met us, I thought that a chaotic citizen had made his way into the castle; as a precaution I ordered you men to secure the royals and minister whilst I deal with the potential threat. Unfortunately my search was unfruitful, when I had met you men on your way out I lead you and the king through the streets to this broken down home."
"So you're clean. It was a farcry of an idea to accuse you of betraying the crown however it was a suspicion that I had to get clear. As the fire begun, I was on my patrol of the Lower halls of the Castle. Unfortunately for me I was met by the violent Roar of the initial explosion and blaze. I rushed to douse the flames but it was too far out of my control. I ran up to the rest of the knights where, before I could explain myself Lord Barcas handed us orders, the orders were to extract the King and his daughters." Replied the accusive Red Solider however a certain trend continued amongst the soldiers.
After each gave their own testimony of what they had done and what was happening there was a notable trend in what they had said had happened... Barcas never gave them the order to seek out the Ministers... The Knights were relieved, the Men that stood right before the king were cleared; their alibies were viable and with what each of them had to say there was no reason for man behind the attacks to be amongst the ranks of These Knights.
"Our alibies check out and the King could count us all in. Say, Lord Barcas... I'm now recalling the testimony from the guys and comparing it to what you had to say; You never mentioned anything about retrieving the Ministers..." Said the Last Soldier to Testify. The scene grew silent and eyes shifted about the knights and onto Barcas.
"That's True Steve, We've never heard an order from Barcas to retrieve the Ministers. Do you have anything to say about that Barcas?" Asked another Knight.
Barcas was speechless! He had realized what he had said and in such a detrimental moment; there was a high chance that he had swayed the trust of his sworn brothers away from him... "...I- I have no way to excuse that. I had reminisced to the gruesome screams and cries of pain as the collective sounds of both that and the Gunshots sounded off through the halls. I do not ask that you may judge me off of Bias but I made a sly mistake in my words; If you may condemn me now because my inconsistency then so be it." He replied. Barcas Lowered his sword and his voice softened and weakened as one could tell that he had made a grave mistake. The Sheer lament in his voice took over and he lowered his head awaiting their decision.
"We cannot Condemn you now." Interjected the King, He had sat through each of their Testimonies and now with what had come to light he had something to say...
"I know too well of your antics and your style Barcas, though If I am wrong today and it costs me my life; I believe that you are telling the truth. You are stern and head strong, you are by the book and extremely disciplined. Your display of lament at the simple mistake of you testifying wrongly is enough to show that you are you Barcas. This was not the first time you had acted this way and it certainly would not be the last." He finished, He held his cowering daughters tightly and smiled at his men.
"Thank you, My king." He replied, his sorrows relieved; he bowed at the Kings benevolence. The Other Knights patted him on the shoulder and he was greatful, he commanded them once more and situated them back to their respective guarding points for the night had not left them just yet and the people of the Kingdom are restless...
With the united determination of the rebel leaders, the atmosphere in the camp became charged with purpose. X, their enigmatic ally, had successfully rallied them, his words echoing in their hearts as a call to action. Plans were set into motion as scouts were dispatched to search the border area and ports, their eyes vigilant for any sign of the fleeing King and his loyal guards.
X retreated into the shadows, his mind whirring with schemes. He knew that finding the King was only the first step; the real challenge lay in confronting him. He needed to be cunning, ruthless, and, above all, patient.
As the night wore on, X delved deeper into his dark thoughts, formulating a plan to capture the King. He mulled over every possibility, every potential scenario, his mind a web of intricately woven schemes. The silence of the night was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of the rebel camp.
X's monologue continued: "The King is cunning, but he is also desperate. He will try to blend in and disguise himself among the common folk. He might seek refuge in a remote village or disguise himself as a merchant. However, he will not escape my grasp. I will anticipate his every move, his every thought. I will be one step ahead, watching, waiting."
X's eyes glinted with a predatory gleam as he envisioned the impending confrontation. His heart beat with the thrill of the hunt, the taste of victory lingering on his tongue. He knew he had the upper hand – the King was on the run, his kingdom in shambles, and his once-mighty Red Knights reduced to chaos.
"The King's downfall is imminent," X whispered to himself, his voice laced with confidence. "Once I have him, the kingdom will be mine to command. The people will bow before me, and I will reshape this land in my image."
With his plan firmly in place and the rebel leaders mobilized, X retreated further into the shadows, his figure melding seamlessly with the darkness. He would bide his time, strike when the moment was ripe, and ensure that the King's reign came to a swift and decisive end.
The night he stretched on, its silence broken only by the distant sounds of the rebel camp and the rustle of leaves underfoot. X, the puppet master behind the scenes, remained vigilant, his eyes sharp and calculating. The kingdom's fate hung in the balance, and he was determined to seize it with both hands, whatever the cost.
In the gentle embrace of the morning sun, the rebel camp came alive with a vibrant energy. The first rays of light painted the surroundings in hues of gold and amber, casting long shadows that danced across the forest floor. In this ethereal illumination, X stood as a commanding figure at the heart of the camp, his eyes keen and watchful.
The atmosphere hummed with anticipation, every corner of the camp alive with purposeful movement. Rebels bustled about, their footsteps muffled by a carpet of leaves underfoot. Each whispered conversation, laden with the weight of impending action, reverberated through the crisp morning air, carrying the essence of secrecy and determination.
Amidst this backdrop of nature's serenity and human fervor, X stood sentinel, his presence a focal point of unwavering determination. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the camp's activities with a watchful intensity, absorbing every detail.
Whispers of the previous night's plan swirled around the camp like a mystical incantation. The news had spread faster than wildfire, weaving through the trees and settling among the rebels like a shared secret.
Day break came upon the King and his Royal Guard, his princesses slept horribly their faces were worrisome and his youngest barely gotten any shut eye either and had constantly awoken her father seeking comfort; The Knights Gathered themselves as the time had come. At 7:15AM, Lord Barcas declared upon the Kingdom of Roshwan through the help of the Red Knights, "All rioting citizens are thereby enemies of the state and so by Martial Law; they are to be executed without prejudice. All Armed Citizens will be Struck down; All Violent Protesters will be murdered and their families will be left to pick up after you had left off."
This News Spread throughout the Ranks of knights as they had to verbally pass the information else they'd have a means of tracking it back to the king...
"Lord Barcas!" Shouted one of his Subordinates. "That Order is outrageous, even though they are rioting; if we kill all of our citizens are economy will plummet and the King will have nothing to go back to!"
"That is true, however the order was a warning to the public; those who wished to concede peacefully will be granted the privileges of both Worker and Ruling Class. This was a direct order from the King; though he was tired when he had spoken to me personally that's what he wished to happen. Each Governing Minister of a section of the City had been murdered, Even if we douse the flames of chaos within out people the King is incapable to juggle so many responsibilities without making a grave sacrifice. That is why he appointed the ministers..." Replied Barcas. Swiftly he began to reminisce to last night; a flash back replayed before his very eyes as soon as he finished his sentence.
Flash-Back
"Barcas, My people are against me. My daughters are afraid and my Guards are fighting for their own safety, you have given your lives for me but what about the lives we have lost. The Ministers... The Governing Heads that I had appointed to help me juggle my family life and responsibilities as a Ruler have all been eliminated. I heard their screams, I heard their cries of Terror. My Children were afraid; they were afraid to lose me and I cannot promise that my life will stay as safe as sound as my children wish unto me. There will be a sacrifice... A grave one."Said the king, His Daughters rested soundly in his arms. Each of their eyes twitched and fiddle as the Coup scarred them and shattered their innocence. They were fearful, they're hopes were exceptionally low and the King's Fatherly Instincts could tell.
"So I must ask of you to issue a report. So long as the Citizens remain as aggressors, you are hereby ordered to take their lives without prejudice. Waste no mercy on their hearts for they were fickle enough to take mine, A held a conference to peacefully adhere laws and change what I had implemented to keep them happy and to keep are city functioning but that does not seem to be the case. If the Citizens decide to back down after that threat then we will appoint them with the benefits of the Ruling class, they may be fickle but we need people to ensure that the kingdom may thrive. Unfortunately that would mean turning a blind eye to their ravenous hatred for Me."He finished, his eyes lowered as sleep began setting in. King Beer the 4th had fallen asleep, the excitement and the thrills and issues of this entire ordeal had drained him but would this be his last comforting sleep?
End of Flash-Back
"The King really said that? That's a bit cold but a grave sacrifice considering what had unfolded over the past few days. Lord Barcas, where are you going to take the King?" Replied the Subordinate Red Knight.
Lord Barcas leaned in onto his subordinate; He took a momentary pause to look about to ensure that any unwanted ears would not hear where they planned to venture and he saw no one around the house corners nor in the middle of the streets. He then spoke onto his Subordinate in a voice as low and stern as possible... "We are going to transport the King to the Red Knight Millitary base; There we can place the King inside it's tough walls to allow for us a safe and simple way to deal with the Citizens without issue." He leaned back and patted his subordinate on the shoulder as a sign of trust.
"Communicate all that you heard from me to the others, we need to get moving as soon as possible." Said Barcas.
"Y-Yes, Sir!" Replied the Subordinate.
Lord Barcas turned his back and returned to the King and his squad and his Subordinate girded himself and ran off to pass this information to his fellow Knights. Barcas Gathered the Group and they began to make their move; Situated on the Northern wing of the Kingdom they'd have to venture along the streets to get to the Miliary Base on the Western Side of the Kingdom which was a far distance behind and to the right of the House they had decided to camp within, it was an unfortunately long Journey but it was necessary so that the King could escape. The King heard of Barcas' plan and woke his daughters; though tired from the situation he urged them to move.
They got out of the damaged home and began their Journey, The Knights surrounded the Royals and staired attentively as they quietly marched through the Streets of the Kingdom.
Lila had been a rebel for as long as she could remember. She had grown up in a small village that the Red Knights had ravaged, and she had seen firsthand the cruelty and oppression of their rule.
She was born into a family of farmers in a small village on the outskirts of the kingdom. She was a bright and curious child, and she loved to learn. However, her happy childhood was shattered when the Red Knights invaded her village. They killed her parents and many of her friends, and they enslaved the rest of the villagers on orders of members of the ruling class.
Lila was one of the few who managed to escape. She fled into the forest and joined a group of rebels fighting against the Red Knights. She was then trained in the art of combat and infiltration, and she quickly became one of the rebels' most valuable assets.
Lila was driven by a fierce desire to avenge her family and liberate her people from the ruling class tyranny. She knew the fight would be long and complex, but she was determined to see it through, no matter the cost.
Lila became a skilled scout and infiltrator after years, and she had been on many missions to gather intelligence on the Red Knights. On this particular day, she had been tasked to keep an eye on Red Knights, who seemed suspicious. She knew the information she gathered could be vital to the rebellion's success, as she was briefed about last night's meeting.
Since dawn, she has followed a particular knight, moving urgently and sharing orders with others.
Lila crouched in the shadows, her ears straining to catch every syllable. The knights' conversation was muffled, but she made out a few key phrases.
"The King will be transferred today," said the first knight. "We must ensure utmost secrecy."
Lila's heart pounded in her chest, a reminder of the risks she was taking. This information was not just a tool for rebellion; it was a lifeline for her people, a glimmer of hope in the face of tyranny. With bated breath, she absorbed their words, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle before her.
In those stolen moments, the purpose of her mission crystallized before her eyes. The conversation between the Red Knights became a beacon, illuminating the path forward for her and her fellow rebels. It was a testament to the power of information, a reminder that even in the darkest corners, truth could be found.
With newfound resolve, Lila continued to listen, her focus unwavering. She understood that this knowledge was not just a means to an end; it was a weapon, a catalyst for change.
"Agreed," said the second knight. "We will use a small convoy and take the back roads to avoid populated areas. The fewer people who know, the better. We cannot afford any leaks."
Lila's eyes widened with realization. The King's transfer was imminent, and the Red Knights took precautions to keep it covert. Swiftly, she retreated from her hiding spot, her mind racing with the urgency of the information she carried.
She returned to the rebel camp at full speed and found X, the newly appointed leader of the rebellion, standing as a commanding figure at the heart of the base. She had heard of his accomplishment and that his might was essential for this rebellion's success.
With a determined stride, Lila approached X, her eyes reflecting the gravity of her discovery. "X," she whispered urgently, "I overheard the Knights. They plan to transfer the King today, using a small convoy and back roads to avoid detection. We have to act quickly."
X's eyes narrowed with intensity. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. The King, vulnerable and on the move, presented a chance for X to strike a decisive blow.
"Thank you, Lila," X said, his voice low but filled with purpose. "Gather our best scouts and fighters. We need to intercept the convoy before it reaches its destination. Time is of the essence."
Lila nodded, her determination matching X's. She hurried off, rallying the rebels, while X retreated into the shadows of his tent, his mind ablaze with plans and his face harboring a smile that can be only described as vile. The King's fate hung in the balance, and X was ready to tip the scales in his favor.
The King and his Knights paraded through the streets, They marched swiftly but carefully; they were attentive and extremely cautious for the flames of rebellion still ensued within the Kingdom. One can most tell since after leaving Magpie Avenue (The Street with the House that they hid within), turning onto Cornfield Pass and heading North West so far; they had been attacked by a few remnants of the rebellion. Loyal Worker Class citizens heavily influenced by their own malice they attacked the Red Knights but swiftly they were struck down without much effort... The King lamented that the Red Knights had to kill in such a manner. The struck Citizen even whispered upon his death bed, "M-My King?"...
The Citizen was confused; he had never truly realized what he was in for, the word had already spread amongst the guards and the Killing began long ago. The Streets of the City were becoming quiet, the raging Citizens had been partially quelled since alone they stood no chance to a singular Red Knight; let alone an entire squadron.
"Lord Barcas... Ensure you waste no time in your killings; the strength of my fate resides in your ability to protect me. My heart is already weak from the sight of my people falling at my own orders." Complained the King. His Voice was pained, his face was dreary and his worries never ceased.
The Princesses Stuck close to their father and the Marching Knights that surrounded them remained on guard. "Yes My King, The People Don't deserve such a punishment but if they intend to take your life then we must kill them without prejudice. The Military base is situated on the apex of Beer Peak, so it will take at most 2 hours to get there on foot."
"My scattered guards are clearing the streets for us by quelling the Citizens but I am not too sure how they are doing; when we get you to safety and hide you away then I will personally find out." He replied.
The King Nodded and waited in silence; though his family were tired this is what they had to do to survive. If it comes to it; the King is willing to give his all to defend his daughters but the Kingdom? The Kingdom was ruled by the people and it was fueled by them too, their cooperation was what allowed the society to function, it's what allowed the economy to flourish and so the King's leniency was his consideration of his people but now his people had turned from him what could he have done? Nothing... Nothing at all.
Under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, the rebel camp buzzed with activity, its occupants a motley crew of freedom fighters and scouts. Lila, their undisputed leader, swiftly gathered the best among them, their eyes filled with a fierce determination mirrored her own. Each rebel understood the gravity of their mission: intercepting the Red Knights' convoy meant striking at the heart of their operation, a chance to shatter their plans and end the King's tyranny.
As they prepared to depart, X emerged from the shadows of his tent, his commanding presence silencing the camp's murmurs. His sharp, calculating gaze met those of the rebels, instilling them with a renewed sense of purpose. "Listen well," he began, his voice carrying the weight of their collective mission. "We have a narrow window of opportunity. The King's transfer is imminent, and we must act swiftly and decisively. We aim to intercept the convoy before it reaches its destination, but we must do so with precision and stealth."
He glanced at Lila, acknowledging her role as the bearer of crucial information. "Lila, you will lead the scouts. Use your knowledge of the terrain to anticipate their route and find the perfect ambush point. We cannot afford to let the convoy slip through our fingers. Every moment counts."
Lila nodded, her resolve unwavering. She had spent years mastering the art of stealth and infiltration, and she knew the forest like the back of her hand. With a silent gesture, she signaled to the scouts, and they melted into the foliage, their movements as fluid as the wind rustling through the leaves.
Meanwhile, X turned his attention to the fighters, his gaze lingering on each one of them. "Our fighters will be the backbone of this operation. We need to incapacitate the guards and neutralize any threats swiftly and silently. Remember, our goal is the King. We cannot afford to lose him during the chaos."
The fighters nodded in understanding, their hands tightening around their weapons. They were prepared for the battle ahead, their determination matching X's own.
The forest came alive with the sounds of leaves crunching underfoot and the faint rustle of armor as the rebels moved with purpose. Guided by Lila's expertise, they navigated the dense foliage, their footsteps barely audible. The tension in the air was palpable, each rebel acutely aware of the task at hand.
After an eternity of silent maneuvering, Lila raised her hand, signaling the scouts to halt. She had identified the perfect ambush point—a narrow gorge flanked by rocky cliffs and dense vegetation. It provided ample cover and a natural chokepoint, ideal for trapping the convoy.
With a quiet intensity, X joined Lila at the forefront, his eyes scanning the terrain. "This is where we make our stand," he said, his voice low but persistent. "Wait for my signal before striking. We need to time this perfectly."
The rebels nodded in unison, their eyes reflecting their unwavering commitment to the cause. The moments ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity as they waited for the first glimpse of the approaching convoy.
In the days leading up to the crucial ambush, X had meticulously prepared for every possible scenario. He knew that facing the heavily guarded convoy of the Red Knights required more than just stealth and precision; it demanded firepower that could match their defenses.
In a hidden alcove within the rebel camp, X had secured a shoulder-fired missile launcher and three powerful missiles. The launcher had been carefully inspected, its mechanisms tested, and its aim calibrated for maximum effectiveness.
As the rebels waited in the shadows, their eyes trained on the approaching convoy, X stood poised with the missile launcher slung over his shoulder. He felt the weapon's weight, a tangible reminder of the firepower at his disposal. The knowledge that he had a weapon capable of piercing through the Red Knights' defenses bolstered his confidence and that of his fellow rebels.
In addition to his missile launcher, X equipped himself with an auto-refilling pistol and rifle. These weapons were his trusted companions, finely tuned to his expert marksmanship. The auto-refilling mechanism ensured he would never run out of ammunition, a crucial advantage in the heat of battle.
X's fingers deftly checked the mechanisms of his weapons, ensuring they were in optimal condition. He carried a limited supply of A-rank Muggy Balls, understanding the tactical advantage they could provide.
With everything in place, X took a deep breath, his focus unwavering. He was ready to unleash a storm upon the approaching convoy, ensuring the ambush would be swift, devastating, and, above all, victorious for the rebels and him.
The King and his Escort traversed the streets of Roshwan, It had long come to pass that the Red Knights were to exterminate all rioting citizens and so it had become. Some Knights who had cleared their sectors began joining with the King's Escort, scouting ahead to further secure the path. So far all Citizens nearby have either been killed or subdued, the King was thankful for their absence but he still worried ahead on what's to come...
The Red Knights along the streets of Roshwan began clearing out; sectors began growing safer at a swifter pace. The Ventured further outwards with intents to meet up adjacently to the King escort squad but what about the Rebels? They were at large weren't they; well that was a bit subjective since the Rebellion had only brewed for a few days. How difficult could they be to defeat? The Red Knight's gathered; their knowledge of the transport route gave them a bit of an advantage since they spotted themselves along the route. They Girded themselves, they readied their weapons and waited in complete Awe...
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