《Tides Of Protomis》LVIII- Path To Rizian
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"House Von Zaisen-- was a noble line of generals, from the kingdom of delmenforde… The first man to be named Alarick von Zaisen begin training for battle with anti-habsburg rebellions in the Holy roman Empire in 1614, 4 years prior to the start of the Heinz Rebellion, following an attempted suppression of the newly formed Protestant church… he would eventually ride in the tanks- to become the general of the revolutionary army. Then, after many years of war, in 1645-when the country became independent. He was declared the general of the delmenfords, due to the tactical genius shown during the long campaign… The new kingdom took control of the western areas of the HRE- the capital was named heinzburg, after its first king… The HRE collapsed after this- and the house bgin to cement it's power by capturing the domains of former hapsburg allied houses in their lands… and keeping them from taking power… as time continued- House Von Zaisen was the only Noble house left in the country… However- even they would fall"
The date is December 7th 2009.A young alarick looks upon a large manor on top of the hill. Being bombarded from above ships. The manor is in ruins, yet, on the ground. The soldiers of the Von zaisen guard, and the Kaemerge continue to fire at one another. Shells fly through the air, tearing through armor, and leaving the opponents of both sides dead in pools of their own blood. Alarick clenches his fist, as he turns away, and begins walking.
Alarick:These powers I've unlocked… with this- I may fight back, and I… I will do so… I will become as strong as my father, no, even more so.
"A short 6 days after the attack- the last von Zaisen was declared dead… thought to have been killed in battle, or by the winter cold. However… Alarick used this to his advantage- travelling throughout europe, gaining more and more power as time went on… Until, at 12- He procured a communicator …And used it to track other members of the Kaemerge, as he gained more information about this situation- he eventually encountered the other tides… Kazimir during his time in Gythros, and Zhao in Lhasa…their travels would eventually lead them to the 4th, arctaius Corde…"
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Alarick:... I don't have time to waste… I've found my target, and I will eliminate him…
With this, Alarick turns his attention directly to rizian as he speeds up- He is alone for a while, until- elsewhere, arctaius takes notice of him from another street. Looking over, he changes his direction, moving to fly directly by Alarick.
Arctaius:Alarick- I see you got past the one you were fighting…
Alarick:Yes, one of the Myron Brothers- in fact… while my battle with him wasn't all that important- I've discovered the identity of one of the apostles… Berthold Van Blumstein.
Arctaius:Van Blumstein?
Elsewhere, Zhao sees the two below him, descending to their level, he flies by them as well. Soon, Rhuskov joins the 3 other tides, coming from the left. Though Keeping his gaze forward, he glances over at Alarick.
Rhuskov: I thought the Van Blumstein were gone.
Alarick: As did I… But there's no doubt about it- if there is a living member of that house- they most definitely led the attack on the manor…
Arctaius: I always found Noble politics to be a bother… He likely hadn’t even met your family before that point… all that for so-called glory,and honor… What a waste of time.
Alarick: It seems to me that we agree on more than one thing… It is situations like that which encouraged me to discard my title… I want to avenge my family- no doubt about that. But not for a simple reason like that…
Rhuskov: You're at the least, less annoying than most of these nobles… I met more than a few when naumov’s empire was still running.
Zhao: I agree… But- I believe we should likely start strategizing… we don't know who else awaits us there. So we can at the least prepare for the apostles themselves.
Part B
Elsewhere, selenium walks through buildings covered in overgrowth,the outer layers decayed with time, with Shards of pottery, and stray bricks lining the mossy path. As selenium turns to his right, one of the only intact buildings stands there. He enters the building, a darkened room sits within. It is mostly empty, aside from a circle with strange markings on the ground lies in the center, he walks to its edge. Selenium gets on one knee, putting his hand onto his chest, saluting.
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Selenium:Ardam…
With this, a number black masses bubbles out of separate parts of the circle. Seperate at first, they begin to come together, converging into a sphere. Before, the sphere begins to part, and there,a single large eye stands in the center of a circle,
Ardam: Ignatius… I've been keeping watch- and I see that things have gotten out of hand. Those young mortals seem to be especially causing trouble.
Selenium: I will not deny that… However- rest assured, that we will take care of them, swiftly… the two beasts that we have inside rizian- they will most definitely-- stand no chance against them… And even if they did- The 4 are a different story.
As he says this- we see a silhouette of two Men- one of an average height, and the other- downright gigantic.
Ardam: I'd hope so… The Kaemerge Empire can not fall before we've manifested humantie's destiny - Unification of the The earth-sphere, and then,mankind as a whole…
Selenium:Yes… I Shan't fail you.
As he says this, the eye of ardam closes. Waiting there for some moments, Selenium stands up, turning on his heel, and exiting the room. Elsewhere, the tides continue to fly over the city. With Rizian within their sights. With the large tower seemingly surrounded by defensive buildings at the very base, holding turrets.
Arctaius:Alright, Here we are. Let’s give 'em hell.
As they get close, soldiers within the building scramble, as turrets on its outer edges begin firing sigma particle beams at them, in an attempt to at the least, slow them down.
Alarick: Child's play… Void!
With this- a larger portal opens in front of the group, as the blasts enter, Alarick opens another portal- facing a different direction- the fired beams soon crash into the building. The men within yelling, as the turrets on the main building, as well as the secondary defensive buildings are destroyed with the rapid shots. Within one of the remaining turrets, A group of soldiers gazes out at the oncoming tides. With most of them staying put, though, one would begin to step back.
Soldier #1: Tch- should've known that I wouldn't do anything…
Soldier #2: Nothing we can really do here- you can stay if you want-- but I'm out of here!
With this- the soldier exits, soon followed by much if the surrounding soldiers- as we return to the tides- Alarick closes the portal, as the group breaks through the window- they land a few floors upward. Almost Immediately- encountered by multiple armed guards. Who point their weapons at the tides.
Zhao:Let me handle this…
With this- Zhao takes a stance, to which looks like a mix of his own- and minoru's.
Zhao: Guo Art- Gale Blade Dance!!!
With this- he swings his blade in many different directions- and seemingly-- without even touching them, many of them have been cut into pieces, by the resulting air pressure of the swipes. Soon- he sheathed his blade, the group stances in silence- before looking at the doorway. A man with short brown locks walks through, with a downright unsettling, ear to ear smile on his face, his hands in his pockets. Laughing as he walks forward.
Vogel: Ke Ke Ke… All this destruction… how exciting… to think that you did that so quickly, I would expect no less…
Arctaius:Who's this weirdo?
Alarick: If that Protomis is anything to go by… likely an imperial guard member.
Vogel: Right you are-- Manfred Vogel, Imperial Guard- Rizian Division…
With this- the man licks his lips, looking back and forth between the members of the group, as he removes his hands from his pockets.
Vogel:I can see it… I can see the future already… I simply can't wait to destroy you all…I'm-- excited enough already.
Vogel moves his arms, getting into a battle stance, his expression the very same as before.
To Be Continued
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