RPG The Great Tribulation [M-V]

[DeathKnight]

[b]Sedition[/b]

[size=1]The flames of revolution have erupted across the refugee camp. The "Maggiore" has overthrown the Doge and installed himself as leader of the Milano refugees. With the backing of the civilian population Army posts across the camp have been attacked by well armed, motivated militia men who fight with hellish devotion to the glimmer of hope the Maggiore offers- a surprise attack on a German border post.[/size]

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[color=crimson]Glass exploded out from the windows down the length of the Armory. Pieces of tile fell from the roof and shattered below. Fedele held his ears tightly as he leaned against the wall. The tremors almost knocked him off his feet. Plumes of smoke poured out from the windows swallowing him whole.

Within the world of gray Fedele coughed and hacked, stumbling out of the cloud. He waved his arms in front of him trying to make the smoke disperse. That had been a bit larger of an explosion than he wanted. He blinked several times trying to calm his stinging eyes.

"Fedele!"

Fedele glanced up to the voice. A large group of men jogged towards him from a nearby burning tower. It was a motley group of civilians- bakers, merchants, a few farmers. The one who had addressed him had a broad smile across his face.

"How was it?" Fedele called out.

"Easy. The cowards folded almost immediately. These weapons we borrowed from the Armory are being wasted in their hands." The burly man said. Various heads from the crowd behind him nodded in agreement. "The coup is a resounding success."

Fedele looked across the landscape of the refugee camp. Most of the army's buildings he could see were being consumed by flames.

"We'll be moving out to attack the border post into Ticino." The man said. "The Maggiore will have the civilians.. well, the ones who aren't fighting.. follow. It should be a days walk to Ticino."

"Alright. Where is our rendezvous going to be?"

"The former Doge's magnificent tent." He said mockingly. "It's opulence should have some comforts of home, perhaps we're lucky."

"Alright I'll see you there."

The man nodded and took off through the maze of tents towards the center of the camp. Fedele rubbed his forehead trying to rid himself of a dull pain.

"Ugh. What is to become of us?"[/color]

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[COLOR=Sienna][SIZE=1]Alba silently watched as several of the men who were seated with their women in the makeshift dining tent ? little more than ragged cloth held up by broken spears, honestly ? got up and followed the breathless messenger out at a dead run.

Her chest heaved with a sigh, but she made no attempt to call out to them; she just continued to stand at her post until the tent had cleared out. Then Alba left the worn wooden spoon in the pot of thin broth filled with small portions of stringy meat, moving to pick up the mismatched bowls and spoons from where they still sat on the abandoned tables.

She carried a stack of the cracked and chipped porcelain over to the tired looking woman who had come to relieve her shift before grabbing her dusty cloak from where it lay on a roughly hewn bench and slipped through the tent flap.

Almost without Alba?s accord, her feet carried her through the passages and walkways of the refugee camp, leading her to the edge of a barren field. A few men were milling about, discussing the probability of the field being fertile.

Alba scanned the men huddled together before her eyes fixed on a familiar red belt and she darted over, tugging lightly on her brother?s arm. He turned to look at her for a moment with a short snort of annoyance before he excused himself and guided her over to the edge of the field. Alba wasted no time as she pointed back at the camp nearby.

?What are they planning on doing?? Her brother shrugged, looking anxiously back at his friends who were snickering.

?I do not know?perhaps you should ask father.? Alba narrowed her eyes.

?Michael???

?I am telling the truth,? he said, before pushing her back towards the tents. ?Go ask father. I do not know.? His annoyance faded for a moment as he smiled and Alba smiled back before she headed back into the tent-city in search of her aging father.

She could probably ask someone along the way, too, and perhaps learn what the men were doing in that way?[/SIZE][/COLOR]