Ambitions of a Dark Mind
Jul 1, 2005 13:35:28 GMT
Post by pathol on Jul 1, 2005 13:35:28 GMT
(OOC: Alright, time for some creative editting now that I know what's what is named. I hope to god this one isn't )
A light wind blew lazily over the plains of the kingdom of Ankh which lay quietly to the southeast of Metropazia. There was no sign of a border guard on either side and for evident reason. The surrounding countries were mainly not expansionistic into such a large country, Metropazia worried about its own affairs, and Ankh was too isolationist to even care about whether of not people entered or left their country. The Ankhs worried more about paying their taxes and keeping the monarchy happy rather than war and invasion. Their economy was weak due to the fact the current royal family spent all taxes on their own luxuries rather than the countries needs. The only reasons no one revolted was because of their upbringing to respect the system no matter what and the fact that the Ankh army was surprisingly formidable in keeping its population under control.
When one regarded the situation of that country, they would wonder who on Eden would want to go there on purpose? There was apparently only one as a firgure emerged from the morning haze and crossed the boarder into Ankh, his large muscular frame covered by a black muscle shirt and a pair of baggy black shorts, his barefeet crunching quietly on the gravel road. Pathol looked around calmly, taking in the change of scenery, the flat plains that so differed from Isysia's rolling foothills and greenery. This land looked spent, overfarmed and not taken care of as it should. The government here was obviously inept, which only warranted Pathol's plans to take the country over. Its kings and queens had ruined it, and the army was being severely misused. What was worse was no one had tried to change it. No other countries involved themselves because they saw the inevitable political implosion coming. All that was needed was something to trigger it.
Pathol's lips twisted into a small smile for he was that trigger now entering Ankh. He would come and conquer this land, making it his so that he could then go to work on their neighbors and add them to Ankh. He would build his empire from here, first destroying the monarchy and then reshaping the country, making it smooth, clean, efficient, and self-sufficient again. Ankh was practially begging for change, all they needed was a leader and Pathol would be happy to fill the roll, forever. For now though, he had to find people he could rely on to help in the change, to make the country change for the better and grow strong.
As Pathol went on down the road, he entered a small town, the Ankh flag, yellow with a blue ankh on it, flew above the town hall. He looked around, taking in the crumbling buildings, unable to believe any ruler could let their country become like this. No one could possible be that greedy and stupid to the point they'd let their own country fall into ruin. Several citizens watched Pathol curiously, obviously not used to seeing someone of his build before or his attire. Pathol ignored them, walking on through the town, heading for the road that would take him to the capital city of Hukkar.
Pathol paused as he heard a door burst open and a rustling of gravel caused by what sounded like boots. He turned very calmly towards the sound with an amused smile as a dozen Ankh army soliders came up to him, one of them an officer obviously by his cap rather than helmet.
"Hey you! Foreigners have to pay an entry tax!" the officer bellowed as he walked up to Pathol self-importantly while the soldiers trained their weapons on the large man.
"Oh really? And what happens if I don't pay it?" Pathol asked as he stepped up to the Ankh officer, easily towering over him and much wider.
"Then my men shoot you," the officer replied with a cold smirk.
"Ah, I see. Well then..."
Pathol suddenly slammed his fist into the officer's face, sending him flying across the town and smacking into the wall of the city hall. The soldiers opened fire with their primitive bullet firing rifles, riddling Pathol with bullets. Pathol fell to his knees but then began to laugh hoarsely, black blood trickling down the corners of his mouth and from his wounds. The soldiers watched in horror as he stood back up and heard dull thuds as the bullets fell from his wounds onto the ground. Several soldiers then yelled in shock as they watched their comrades all suddenly seeming to age and wither as this large, strange man's wounds suddenly began healing. Very soon there was no yelling or screaming, only uniforms full of dust that had once been the Ankh soldiers. Pathol reached down and picked up a handful of dust, letting it slowly trickle throw his fingers.
"Bullets... this truly is pathetic if your country can't even afford energy weapons," Pathol said, looking at the injured officer as he let the dust fall from his hand.
He looked calmly around the town, seeing people peering out the windows. He'd spare them because he needed people to rule and now the news would travel, giving him leverage when he moved to meet with Ankh's military command. They would join him or suffer the fate of those here. Pathol chuckled lightly at that thought and then began walking again, heading onwards towards Hukkar and his destiny of conquest. Ankh would be his, whether they liked it or not, and there was nothing they could do to stop him.
A light wind blew lazily over the plains of the kingdom of Ankh which lay quietly to the southeast of Metropazia. There was no sign of a border guard on either side and for evident reason. The surrounding countries were mainly not expansionistic into such a large country, Metropazia worried about its own affairs, and Ankh was too isolationist to even care about whether of not people entered or left their country. The Ankhs worried more about paying their taxes and keeping the monarchy happy rather than war and invasion. Their economy was weak due to the fact the current royal family spent all taxes on their own luxuries rather than the countries needs. The only reasons no one revolted was because of their upbringing to respect the system no matter what and the fact that the Ankh army was surprisingly formidable in keeping its population under control.
When one regarded the situation of that country, they would wonder who on Eden would want to go there on purpose? There was apparently only one as a firgure emerged from the morning haze and crossed the boarder into Ankh, his large muscular frame covered by a black muscle shirt and a pair of baggy black shorts, his barefeet crunching quietly on the gravel road. Pathol looked around calmly, taking in the change of scenery, the flat plains that so differed from Isysia's rolling foothills and greenery. This land looked spent, overfarmed and not taken care of as it should. The government here was obviously inept, which only warranted Pathol's plans to take the country over. Its kings and queens had ruined it, and the army was being severely misused. What was worse was no one had tried to change it. No other countries involved themselves because they saw the inevitable political implosion coming. All that was needed was something to trigger it.
Pathol's lips twisted into a small smile for he was that trigger now entering Ankh. He would come and conquer this land, making it his so that he could then go to work on their neighbors and add them to Ankh. He would build his empire from here, first destroying the monarchy and then reshaping the country, making it smooth, clean, efficient, and self-sufficient again. Ankh was practially begging for change, all they needed was a leader and Pathol would be happy to fill the roll, forever. For now though, he had to find people he could rely on to help in the change, to make the country change for the better and grow strong.
As Pathol went on down the road, he entered a small town, the Ankh flag, yellow with a blue ankh on it, flew above the town hall. He looked around, taking in the crumbling buildings, unable to believe any ruler could let their country become like this. No one could possible be that greedy and stupid to the point they'd let their own country fall into ruin. Several citizens watched Pathol curiously, obviously not used to seeing someone of his build before or his attire. Pathol ignored them, walking on through the town, heading for the road that would take him to the capital city of Hukkar.
Pathol paused as he heard a door burst open and a rustling of gravel caused by what sounded like boots. He turned very calmly towards the sound with an amused smile as a dozen Ankh army soliders came up to him, one of them an officer obviously by his cap rather than helmet.
"Hey you! Foreigners have to pay an entry tax!" the officer bellowed as he walked up to Pathol self-importantly while the soldiers trained their weapons on the large man.
"Oh really? And what happens if I don't pay it?" Pathol asked as he stepped up to the Ankh officer, easily towering over him and much wider.
"Then my men shoot you," the officer replied with a cold smirk.
"Ah, I see. Well then..."
Pathol suddenly slammed his fist into the officer's face, sending him flying across the town and smacking into the wall of the city hall. The soldiers opened fire with their primitive bullet firing rifles, riddling Pathol with bullets. Pathol fell to his knees but then began to laugh hoarsely, black blood trickling down the corners of his mouth and from his wounds. The soldiers watched in horror as he stood back up and heard dull thuds as the bullets fell from his wounds onto the ground. Several soldiers then yelled in shock as they watched their comrades all suddenly seeming to age and wither as this large, strange man's wounds suddenly began healing. Very soon there was no yelling or screaming, only uniforms full of dust that had once been the Ankh soldiers. Pathol reached down and picked up a handful of dust, letting it slowly trickle throw his fingers.
"Bullets... this truly is pathetic if your country can't even afford energy weapons," Pathol said, looking at the injured officer as he let the dust fall from his hand.
He looked calmly around the town, seeing people peering out the windows. He'd spare them because he needed people to rule and now the news would travel, giving him leverage when he moved to meet with Ankh's military command. They would join him or suffer the fate of those here. Pathol chuckled lightly at that thought and then began walking again, heading onwards towards Hukkar and his destiny of conquest. Ankh would be his, whether they liked it or not, and there was nothing they could do to stop him.