Scene I At Solemn Music
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Bill, or Commander William M Marshall Alantian Revolutionary For ces, to give him his proper title, was at this moment obscenely happy. So happy he was in fact singing along with the Television Broadcast. This was an unusual state of affairs for a Maximum security federal prisoner serving a life sentence who was in his 70s. So unusual as a matter of a fact that it would under ordinary circumstances have resulted in a reprimand from the guards and a cuff across the ear from his cellmate . Were it not for the fact that the guards were universally in a state of shock, and two thirds of the rest of the cellblock had also raised their voi ces in jubilant song. For this was the Laudes regiae, and the coronation of High General Benedict Stuart as King of United Dominions of Atlantis was imminent.
The Mage’s Rebellion was at long last, and after 200 years succe ssful the United States was dead and from it’s ashes a greater nation n ow arose. No longer would those born to magic, and those who were it’s c hildren be enslaved by a hostile military industrial complex for imperia list ends. No longer would their people be sacrificed in the never endin g war against the undead, forced to make weapons, or the like. Liberty a nd Justice would for once be truly for all.
“Inmate Marshall” came a shout One of the officers still had the presence of mind to shout “War den on Deck!” But no one paid it any heed this day.
The Warden was in contrast to his usual smug and superior demean or was for once looking pale and scared. Sweat poured from seemingly ev ery inch of his frame and his two sizes two small suit was wrinkled and stained like never before.
“A happy Accession Day to you Warden Daley. You’re just in time for the ceremony.” Bill said a pleasant smile on his face.
“Can it, I wanna get this over with” the Warden snapped back. “So I take it that you’ve come to surrender in accordance with The Declaration of Baltimore” Bill asked coming to attention.
Fate Check: Yes
“I have orders to that effect, Yes” the Warden said while shuffling his
feet uncomfortably.
“Ah, and you are not one to go against orders. Even ones you dis
like.” Bill said smiling
“Very well Warden, get this Magic Suppression Bracer off of me.
Then I will swear oath to the King, and we will proceed with surrender.”
“Corporal Baker, Fetch your New Testament if you please”
“Yes Sir” his young ADC said running for his cell.
Bill extended his left arm toward the soon to be former Warden. Reveling the platinum cuff he had worn on his wrist for nearly 20 years.
The Warden tapped it with an intricate foot long rod made of rowan woo d and silver entwined in an unnatural helix shape, and topped with some sort of artificial crystal. Runes lit up as the bracer fell away . The heat of Magic long dormant raced up Bill’s arms. Suffused his entire bod y. And supplied his previously dull hazel eyes with an ethereal green gl ow.
The Warden handed Bill the rod, he handed it to the Corporal. Ta king the Red covered Gideon New Testament in hand Bill swiftly swore hi s oaths.
“I do solemnly swear that I will bear true Faith and Alligence t o his Majesty King Benedict his Heirs and successors according to law so help me God”. That done he took up the former warden’s rod, and concent rating all his newly restored Magic he cast an area wide transference sp ell. Which caused all the inmate’s suppression bracers to be transferred to the wrist of a guard.
“Right.” Bill said “I accept the surrender of this facility, in the name of the King.” As he clamped the final bracer, the one that had previously adorned his wrist around the former warden’s wrist. To Cheers and general joy from the gathered former prisoners “Ok, Well I think I can trust the former guards to behave themse lves while we finish watching the accession day broadcast” “But just in case, Arm yourselves men, and be watchful”
Random Encounter Check: Yes Just then one of the guards took out his combat knife and advanc ed on Bill. “Lt Cowper, We’ve surrendered” The warden shouted. “DIE DEVILSPAWN” Cowper shouted
Combat with Lt Cowper:
T1:
- Cowper has the initiative (6) vs (5.5)
- Cowper Thrusts Knife (13) vs (Roll 12) Success
- Marshall attempts Dodge (8) vs (Roll 12) Fail
Cowper deals 5 (roll 4+1) damage to Marshall
Marshall Casts Lightning (roll for turns 1) (roll for success 12) WORKS on Current turn with Success type MOSTLY.
Succeed with at usual level less 1d6 (Roll Damage 10) (Roll Save 2) Total Damage (7)
T1 Results:
- Marshall HP 10 FP: 11
- Cowper HP 8
Fate Check on Does the fight continue: Result No Detail Calm.
Lt Cowper was blasted back into the opposite wall by the force o f the lightning bolt. Commander Marshall blew on his fingers as if they were hot. Although anyone with skill in magic knew that in fact they wer en’t.
“That was hardly a fortuitous way to begin my final command”. He said.
“Corporal. Operation Monkshood is a go. I wish I could let the t roops savor the victory today. But we clearly have work to do yet.” “Warden, or should that be Prisoner Daley I am unaware of how Co mmand will treat your tardiness in surrendering. Nor do I have any insig ht into the fate of your erstwhile Lieutenant. But it is likely that he has earned himself five years in prison at least. This spits in the very face of the Declaration. In the meantime all guards are to turn over t heir weapons to the Senior Prisoner by rank, of each block and change in to prisoner uniforms.”
Glowering at his feet the now former Warden mumbled something un intelligible. Marshall raised an eyebrow. A slight half smile curling h is lip The gash on his face still bleeding openly. “What was that Warden I didn’t quite hear you.” “Yes Commander”. At this Marshall smiled in triumph. It had been 19 long years since Revolutionary Guard titles had been forbidden to all prisoners. To h ear his rank on the lips of Federal Law Enforcement was proof positive t hat things had indeed changed.
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