Even The Crown Jewel Is Not Safe!

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The Trumpeteer stared in awe, seeing as how the Qadir had gotten through something that was hypothesized as impossible. Invading the main city, Regalia. Just like how she had predicted the war would end up as. It was horrible, Terrible, even. But not a single word of malvolence came to her head. Not evn an insult passed as she stood there, behind a pillar of a wall, watching troops of Qadir March right past her. Her ears filling up with the sounds of stomps and screaming of the frightened. Although herself wasn't.
 
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Dr. Fong shook his head as he drank a fruity mixed drink on the deck of his pleasure barge. While enjoying his drink the news of the invasion reached his ears. Luckily, he and his family had sensed the change in the winds and fled Regalia weeks ago, soon after the Imperial Family. It looked like his impeccable good timing had, once again, saved his life and the lives of those close to him. Bethany sunned herself on the deck, though curiously, was not drinking any alcohol.

"Are you ready for a bit of a vacation, dear?", Dr. Fong asked Bethany not expecting any response. "We are headed for my holdings in the land of Flo'rida until things calm down enough that we will be welcomed back as the heroes of Regalia we are."

Siding with the the imperial family had never let Dr. Fong down before. Before his dealings with them, he was the owner of a penniless circus and not much else. They would trust in Regalia and hope the tides would turn.

The Fongs would do what they do best, wait patiently until the storm blows over and then show up and pretend they had been helping the whole time. At least it was better than those cowards who would help to legitimize the Qadir invasion by giving in to the savages.

Screw those goat-herders!

Regalia Forever!

Rim Islands Forever!

..He did hope Chen Fong would make it out alright without embarrassing him. ((good luck Chen!)
 
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We are gone the partisans,WE SHALL FIGHT THEN IN STREETS WE SHALL FIGHT THEM IN DUNGEONS WE SHALL FIGHT THEM IN CASTELS
 
Pilar Pileran
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Isla del Pacífico had been quiet. The usually busy trading hub's ports were almost empty, and not a soul could be found standing in the market square. It was almost as if the small island had shut itself down, preparing for an invasion that everyone knew would be happening sooner or later. The only question was when?

However, in the northern quarter of the Daendroquin island, the quarter where the upper class took residence, a very different scene was unfolding. Servants rushed back and forth throughout the rooms of the Pileran palace, carrying as many boxes as they could. Running upstairs, downstairs, through the corridors, and out the door the servants seemed to be working in masses, and those close to the Pileran's home could hear the yelling.

"Rápido, Rápido!" She yelled at any servant who would listen "These must be shipped to Regalia ahora!"

And they ran through the manor, obeying their queen's orders and making sure to take everything that the Pilerans of Regalia could use in the likely event of an invasion, but all of it seemed to be useless. Pilar still tried, pleading with the deity who's existence she had been questioning, asking the imperial spirit to deliver the supplies to Regalia before the qadir could make any movements. The elder refused to let her niece and nephew die at the hands of a qadir, and would have been in the Holy City herself it hadn't been for Graeton's recommendation to leave.

Of course, her home island had changed and in the short time of two months Isla del Pacífico's economy had collapsed. The island that had been once fueled by trade had stopped trading entirely, because of course no one wanted to trade during a time of war. The commoners yearned to leave and take their business elsewhere, but there was simply nowhere else to go, so they had all started to wait. The Pilerans who refused to address the island's moneyless state, the upper class who feared for their properties within the Regalian isles, and the commoners who barley had money to pay taxes. All waiting for Regalia to make a glorious victory, to push the Qadir invaders out of the isles and return daily life to its normal state, but was anyone really sure that Regalia could win?

Even if the great navy of Regalia proved to be useless, Pilar Pileran was determined to keep her relatives alive. The Pileran family would not be slaughtered by anyone, and they would be known as fighters. Those who refused to accept any non-ailor leaders, staying true to the creeds of unionism. The elder Pileran knew that her time was limited, and she could only get the necessary materials to Regalia some time in the next day or so. Though somehow, everything seemed to be doing well. The ships were scheduled to leave on time, maybe even a few minutes early. They would get there in time, and the Pilerans of Regalia would have a chance at pushing the Qadir away, a chance at glory once again.

It was then that a servant came in, one of the new ones. He had been sent to the harbor, to make sure that the ship was ready to leave, and his return must have indicated that everything was ready. His expression was odd though, he didn't look to be very happy. In fact the servant looked disappointing, distraught almost. The young servant carried a small document with him, sealed with a green ribbon. Handing it to Pilar, the servant stood back as her eyes perused the paper, ignoring most of its content.

"Aye dios míos." Pilar muttered under her breath, finally understanding why she'd gotten this letter.

She dropped the letter on the ground, walking into the manor's spacious dining room. Taking a seat at the table, Pilar simply stared out of the window. She didn't know how, or why, but it had happened. She had prayed and prayed for the Qadir to fail, to mess up, to be defeated, anything to prevent them from reaching the city itself, but it had happened. And so Pilar continued to sit there, staring blankly.

"Señorita Pilar?" A soft voice asked from behind her.

"Si?"

"The ships, they are ready."

Pilar sighed, closing her eyes for a moment before turning to face the servant. She'd lost track of time, and supposed that no one had told them that they wouldn't be getting to Regalia, but the old woman couldn't help it. She was aggravated by the servant's incompetence, the lack of an ability to know that something was wrong. She couldn't help but yell at the poor servant.

"Cancel the ships. Unload them."

"But you said that they are necesario. The Pilerans will not survive without them."

"Cancel the ships."

"We have worked so hard to prepare them."

Pilar slammed her fist onto the table, sick of the servants stupidity. "CANCEL THE SHIPS! UNLESS YOU TOO WOULD LIKE TO DIE AT THE HANDS OF A QADIR CANNON!" She yelled. It was much louder than she had intended, and supposed that the servants in the front hall would've heard her, but it didn't matter, they would all know sooner or later.

The servant stared blankly for a few moments, surprised by her master's outbreak. "S-si Señorita" she responded, running back towards the docks.

Pilar called for another servant, sending him to ring the church bells. All of the island would be attending a mass prayer session for those lost in the attacks on Regalia, and all would ask the imperial spirit to protect Ailor who hadn't escaped the Holy City. The older Pileran had had her doubts about the Imperial Spirit in the past few weeks, now thinking that if such an entity did exist, it certainly wasn't hearing the prayers of those who worshiped it.

As Pilar walked towards the island's largest unionist church, she prayed once again for the safety of her family members in Regalia, hoping that they hadn't died just yet. As Pilar watched the steady procession of commoners advance towards the church like pigeons flocking to a piece of stale bread, she knew that she wouldn't be praying for those who had died in the attack on the city itself. They didn't matter to her, and she could care less about a few dead commoners. Pilar was mourning the loss of something entirely different, the death of the Holy City, and what looked to be the oncoming fall of the Regalian Empire.
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Blessed Sun guided Pashawa Esfihani Kinya Bireh,

The Lamperouge family hereby pledges their full support to the Qadir rule and dedicates all its efforts to undermine the Regalian Empire. May the Empire fall and the false Emperor die at the hands of the sun's holy warriors. The Lamperouge family graciously accepts to become the new regents of the Kade lands to the south of Axford. We will be grateful for the blessing of the Qadir and forever loyal.

Signed, The Duke of Southern Anglia, Tristan Lamperouge
 
An enormous eruption of sea spray rocketed up and over the stern of the Scarborough as the d'Ithanian vessel rhythmically cut through the choppy, irritable waters, aggravation akin to the frustration that those grounded at home in Regalia struggled to cope with. The LaCostas narrowly avoided the qadir conquest upon the shores of the Holy City, and as if to further solidify their uncanny luck on the matter, those aboard the Scarborough would certainly note distant sails upon the horizon to the east, their own ship traversing in the opposing direction.

Runi gripped at the banister upon the bow, her thin brows creased in concern. Since their departure, she hadn't uttered a word to any of her siblings, other than a few commands in regards to their flight from the city. Her large, hazel eyes were locked upon the vague pillars of smoke, indicating that the foreign forces managed to dispose of the Regalian fleet, unbeknownst to her or her family. Worry still dominated her stare while her mind raced, thoughts probably reverting to those about friends she had to leave behind in order to keep her siblings safe. It was for the best-- but Dani. Oh, how she prayed that Dani would avoid any sort of reckless behavior.

She turned as Ruca approached her from the side and watched idly when her sister proceeded to grip at the same railing. Runi forced a smile, somehow remaining strong-- nay, appearing strong. Ruca knew better; as their ship sailed onward with Riccu at the reins, the two sisters embraced one another, aware that their companions that lingered in the city might very well be gone upon the LaCostas' return in the distant future.

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Subject to change because the LaCostas are fickle~

@cola_bubbles @Volkmarus @Bellaa @Bounden @_Nick__ @HoldingSlinky@MajorLeagueK9 @XxAusFuryxX
 
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Me: Things are starting to get very interesting on Massivecraft.

Meanwhile, in Regalia, Allium:
An Ailor teen of less-developed physique stood on a third-floor walkway in the poor district, clutching a bag, muttering quietly. "No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This isn't as bad. Yes it is." There was a pause for thought, then a silent swear word sketched across the face, echoing into those purplish-blue eyes, stretching along the skin much paler than that of the 'mudskins'. Then the Ailor dashed down the staircase to the street below.
Swift footfalls echoed through the streets behind the nineteen-year-old, chin-length, lightish blond hair bouncing slightly behind. Pausing to peek around corners before rounding them, dashing through a web of back streets to avoid meeting any Qadir along the way. There's NO chance of a single teenage Ailor with some proficiency with a morningstar defeating the entire army of the Qadir Sultanate, who have trained dedicatedly for most of their lives, and are older than her.
The Ailor has no idea where to go. That 'Training Ground' in the northwest will probably be used by the 'mudskins' when it's found. The park? Very little chance of privacy there. The tavern? The idea was laughable. Havenreach? Not a chance with the harbor blockaded. While passing the fountain outside the Cathedral, the one that says 'A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man', a whisper of "Stay big" can be heard on the small lips.
The weird semi-indoor park-like thing, then, was where the pounding feet and searching eyes soon found.
Whispers might be heard if anyone were in the strange park, which no one but this Ailor teen was. "No one needs to know. No one needs to ever know ever again."
The Ailor cast off a section of the past then, and spent an hour tarrying nervously in the park, practicing a bit, halting a bit, before slipping off. The city could be watched easily. The island itself could not. The nineteen-year-old needed to get out of the city for a few days.
Allium, now Allen, Fletcher made it to a secluded lake in the course of several hours, where she holed up to practice.

Edit: #SaveAllTheThings
 
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Kama'l would heard the news from Regalia while in Daendroc, and decides that he should help the Ailors, not only his best friend but many others would burn, and so Kama'l devided to take a ship to Regalia in order to help the Ailors once again, he was never really found of his own kind leader, and wasnt willing to let many friends be killed, and so he left, heading to Regalia to join the rebels.
 
WOOO! This actually sounds fun and exciting and interesting and..uuggheeugghooohh!!! so kewl...and it wont affect me at all bc im a peasant xD
 
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Dr. Fong shook his head as he drank a fruity mixed drink on the deck of his pleasure barge. It looked like his impeccable good timing had, once again, saved his life and the lives of those close to him. Bethany sunned herself on the deck, though curiously, was not drinking any alcohol.

"Are you ready for a bit of a vacation, dear?", Dr. Fong asked Bethany not expecting any response. "We are headed for my holdings in the land of Flo'rida until things calm down enough that we will be welcomed back as the heroes of Regalia we are."

Siding with the the imperial family had never let Dr. Fong down before. Before his dealings with them, he was the owner of a penniless circus and not much else. They would trust in Regalia and hope the tides would turn.

The Fongs would do what they do best, wait patiently until the storm blows over and then show up and pretend they had been helping the whole time. At least it was better than those cowards who would help to legitimize the Qadir invasion by giving in to the savages.

Screw those goat-herders!

Regalia Forever!

Rim Islands Forever!

..He did hope Chen Fong would make it out alright without embarrassing him. ((good luck Chen!)
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This is why Ch'ien-ji are the best race.
 
Being abruptly awoken by a sudden cannon fire Kyel's eyes flick open with shock as he turned to face a window that sat across his bed. Rising from his bed Kyel's wrapped himself around in a blanket as he looked down to the city bellow him, seeing a wave of red and black uniform men he dropped to his knees, knowing the Qadir forces must have broken past the Imperial Fleet. Awaking his wife he could explain to her of their situation, and how their departure of the city would need to take pushed back, the Tinker family had plan to leave the city within the week. Getting himself dressed Kyel left his manor with his wife at his side, standing amongst the crowds of Ailors Kyel looked upon at the Qadir hordes in awe, knowing they'd finally lost the battle.

It only took but a few moments before a Qadir solider recognized Kyel amongst the hordes of men, he would be wearing his Military outfit that made him stick out within the crowd of Ailors. A Qadir officer let out a low growl as he seen Kyel, remembering him ridding along side Gustavo in a past battle, lashing out to collect his arm and tug him along to walk beside the marching Qadir foot soldiers. Being dragged along Kyel would still be in shocking, contemplating to himself on how this could have happened. Being brought before a group of leading Qadir soldiers Kyel would fear for his family, especial that of his wife, whom bared his first heir.

Kyel knew he was left with two options, pledge his loyalty to Regalia's new Qadir overlords, or have himself and family brought into a cold cell, and die in there. Knowing of the lack of success from Regalia's past attempts to reclaim their lost solders Kyel choose what he thought was best, pledging his loyalty. Despite how much it pained him Kyel took a knee to the Qadir in order to keep his family safe, and to keep his wife out of harms way.

(@FlossBerry @Camj00 @Out_Of_Harmsway @Artemis_Hanzo )
 
Because of the assistance of the maiar in the battle to take regalia wouldn't they become elevated on the class of citizens? or maybe at least be a bit more honored race?
 
Heinrich stood with his cousin, a look of sorrow upon his face, knowing that the Qadir had won the war. He didn't know how to react, Kyel was instantly taken by the Qadir, Heinrich punched and kicked, trying to reach his cousin as he was hauled off. After which, he was promptly knocked to the floor by a sword hilt hitting the back of his head. He moaned on the ground, not knowing the fate of his cousin. Or himself. The Qadir dragged the blacksmith about the marching Qadir, throwing him down next to Kyel, who was now on a knee.

"I pledge my allegiance" was all he heard, and he knew his fight was over. Kyel turned his back on Regalia, his family lost there honor with that allegiance. He laid his head on the cold cobble, with clenched fists. After the Qadir finished with Kyel, the brought Heinrich to his feet, making him swear allegiance.

"I swear that my attempts to save Regalia are over. I pledge my allegiance to the Qadir." Heinrich recited.

This was not over. Not yet.
 
YES!!!!!
So, are Elves classed citizens? Also, can Kleinfolk still be played within the tavern? Since they have been demoted to rodents once again, and some people keep pet rats, would you still be able to have one as a pet?
 
Fuchs​
As Ludwig awakened to the sounds of the cannons, he knew immediately what was going to happen. Within only a few minutes, he put on his military uniform he has worn for the entirety of the war, rushing downstairs with his sabre at belt. Harald already awaited him at the door, fully dressed and equipped with his polehammer. The two Fuchs rushed towards the city walls, however quickly relealizing that resistance was not an option, neither was fleeing from their current position. With the remaining family members having fled Regalia weeks ago, the Grand Commander and the soldier were arrested immediately, not being offered a peaceful solution for the family's crimes against the Sultanate. Not even an opportunity to sign the pledge. They would now sit in their cell, a feeling of despair overwhelming Ludwig. He failed to protect his empire at the role of the Grand Commander. Would the people ever forgive him for such? No, there is still a possibility to undo his failure. A resistance was certainly going to happen. Would they do an attempt to free him? He was ready, prepared should something like this happen. His hopes, however, vanished already long ago.

#SaveFuchs
 
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My response: Plz No everything was guda
Di'aree's Response: -On the ship escaping Regalia-
Monique: -Cuddlings Di'aree on the ship escaping Regalia-
Pamela's: Void yeah! May the Qadir rule Regalia forever!
Shaern's: For feckin' voidsake..
Aeglos: -Is hiding in bushes-
Faegorn: -Not in there since she is in a cage at Stormy's-
 
Valor - De Polignac

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As Sophia walked through the manor in Fendarfell, a group of about 5 or 6 servants were standing around a table in the entrance of the manor. Sophia frowned, unsure of what was happening. As her footsteps could be heard on the grand marble staircase, the main butler looked up, almost with no hope or what-so-ever in his eyes.

Sophia frowned, but suddenly realised that the letter was of great interest, as she almost rushed down the stairs. The servants, who fled Regalia with them, made sure Sophia could read the letter clearly, although the main butler read it out loud.

'The City has fallen.'

Was the first line he read, as sophia her eyes grew ever larger. Did this happen? Did they lose the city? Of course it wasn't save anymore, but losing it?

'...Must pledge allegiance to the Sultanate.'

What? Who would do that? Only idiots she would believe. Sophia snatched the letter from the table, as she rushed up the stairs with it. 'Victoria!' She screamed, as she looked back, the servants were still standing around the table, not knowing what to do.

'Take the day off.' She mumbled softly, but loud enough for the servants to hear. The house staff nodded, as sophia rushed upstairs, to reach Victoria her office.
Without even thinking, Sophia slammed open the door, and hurried her way over to Victoria, who just looked surprised with the sudden entry of Sophia.

'They.. They l- Lost the city!' Sophia said, almost out of breath. Victoria just stared at the parchment.
'Rodrik is still there.' She mumbled as she tightend the grip on the feather in her hand.

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@Satisarah ​
 
Artyom Tinker sighs as his cousins pledge allegiance to the Qadir. He moves over to them kneeing also "I Pledge allegiance" he looks for Ezmeralda and other friends, and vows deep down that his family will not die.
@Out_Of_Harmsway , @JynxIChooseYou , @BlockBooster , @FlossBerry

Rythian Belledin hears word of the defeat, looking to his family and his wife to see what they want to do, their trades need regalia.
@CtrlAltKaboom , @Phon_Approves

Najwa Aloija Looks down from the roof her white hair braided behind her back, he gold eyes watching, her darks skin visable to anyone who could see her from where she lays. The Qadir have won, they have come for her, She sees her friends getting surronded and sighs she will decide with the people she was born with for now as she drops down her cane at her side and stands with her kinsman the Qadir.

Kiska looks to the qadir and people possibly fighting he will side with them if they let him heal people.
@Satisarah , @da_CamelQueen

Logan looks to the Qadir army he coves his wife and third born daughter and pledges allegiance, hey owning slaves could be fun especially with his plans.
@LlamaDelRey , @Death_Thorn , @CatGoddess
 
Rchkchk looked over the chaos from a distance. An elf girl stood next to him. They had barely escaped with their necks on tight. He thought to himself. We might need to go back. Almost on cue, the elf spoke. "I forgot my traveling gear in my bag near the Golden Willow." They began walking back towards the ex-capital Regalia. I hope escaping back to the wilds is easier this time. He chittered a quiet tune to himself as he began swimming, Celinette just to his right. It was a short swim back to the city. They were only just outside it when they first set up camp when the Qadir marched in.

-Later that day-

Rchkchk clicked a goodbye to his friend. She waved, and he began walking to the tavern. Celinette was there. He told her and his other gathered friends of the plans. They brainstormed, and started to enjoy themselves. The time was coming to send word to his hive about recent events. Time to gather support. Food and weapons. Food and weapons. Rchkchk thought, this will be an interesting year.

-to those who read this and are anti-Qadir...-

A clumsily written piece of paper is hung up in an alley near the park. As you skim over it, you realize something... the Dragon will swallow the Sun. The paper is signed by an, "Observer."
 
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Reserved response for Shayin and Gustavo.
 
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