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<blockquote data-quote="Veldran" data-source="post: 3697310" data-attributes="member: 28348"><p>Tales from the Wastelands, Part 5</p><p></p><p>The crowd’s roars swept through the square. More than a thousand people had gathered in the Plaza of Triumph, the center of Mittlewerk city. Today was the day when the Emperor would announce his grand new plan to bring prosperity to the empire. A day of rest had been declared, no one was to work and there would be a great feast. Wagons of food and ale had been dispatched to all the outlying army camps a week ago so they too could participate. </p><p></p><p>An even louder roar announced the arrival of the Emperor on the balcony of his palace, overlooking the Plaza. He was not an imposing figure and was gray haired and stooped with age, though his people loved him in spite of it. His son and daughter flanked him and behind them came the commander of the Mittlewerk army. The emperor raised his arms for silence and in moments no one in the Plaza made as much as a whisper as they for the emperor to speak. </p><p></p><p>The loud crack that rang out into the silent square confused many people in the crowd for a moment until the emperor slowly fell backwards, blood spurting from the wound in his head. “So much for the easy part,” thought Hexagon Jack as he watched through the scope on his rifle, “and how convenient of them to place one of their flags beside the balcony. Uncertain wind’s ruined a good shot before.” </p><p></p><p>With practiced ease, Hex stripped his rifle and placed it in it’s case. The crowd had begun to scream and panic as Hex slipped down the stairs of the building he had shot from. He emerged into the pub that was located on the lowest level just in time to join the crowd rushing outside; he blended in with practiced ease. Everything was going well – and he hadn’t even an island shaman as a distraction. </p><p></p><p>The thought of Marshall caused Hex to reflect on the events that had brought him to this point. He had been in the vicinity of Blue Lake stalking the Sandovals when Dorn had suddenly appeared in his camp one day. Hex had gone for his gun, but Dorn had been faster. Hex had listened as Dorn presented his credentials and explained everything that had happened – the alliance with Blue Lake, the price on his head, the need for Emperor Mittlewerk to die. In the end Hex had agreed to go after Mittlewerk and to leave Sandoval alone, adding privately that afterwards he would drop by to see Marshall. </p><p></p><p>As the crowd continued to push and shove around him Hex smiled to himself. He and Marshall had a few things that needed to be settled and after that perhaps Sandoval as well. He was looking forward to those meetings.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Veldran, post: 3697310, member: 28348"] Tales from the Wastelands, Part 5 The crowd’s roars swept through the square. More than a thousand people had gathered in the Plaza of Triumph, the center of Mittlewerk city. Today was the day when the Emperor would announce his grand new plan to bring prosperity to the empire. A day of rest had been declared, no one was to work and there would be a great feast. Wagons of food and ale had been dispatched to all the outlying army camps a week ago so they too could participate. An even louder roar announced the arrival of the Emperor on the balcony of his palace, overlooking the Plaza. He was not an imposing figure and was gray haired and stooped with age, though his people loved him in spite of it. His son and daughter flanked him and behind them came the commander of the Mittlewerk army. The emperor raised his arms for silence and in moments no one in the Plaza made as much as a whisper as they for the emperor to speak. The loud crack that rang out into the silent square confused many people in the crowd for a moment until the emperor slowly fell backwards, blood spurting from the wound in his head. “So much for the easy part,” thought Hexagon Jack as he watched through the scope on his rifle, “and how convenient of them to place one of their flags beside the balcony. Uncertain wind’s ruined a good shot before.” With practiced ease, Hex stripped his rifle and placed it in it’s case. The crowd had begun to scream and panic as Hex slipped down the stairs of the building he had shot from. He emerged into the pub that was located on the lowest level just in time to join the crowd rushing outside; he blended in with practiced ease. Everything was going well – and he hadn’t even an island shaman as a distraction. The thought of Marshall caused Hex to reflect on the events that had brought him to this point. He had been in the vicinity of Blue Lake stalking the Sandovals when Dorn had suddenly appeared in his camp one day. Hex had gone for his gun, but Dorn had been faster. Hex had listened as Dorn presented his credentials and explained everything that had happened – the alliance with Blue Lake, the price on his head, the need for Emperor Mittlewerk to die. In the end Hex had agreed to go after Mittlewerk and to leave Sandoval alone, adding privately that afterwards he would drop by to see Marshall. As the crowd continued to push and shove around him Hex smiled to himself. He and Marshall had a few things that needed to be settled and after that perhaps Sandoval as well. He was looking forward to those meetings. [/QUOTE]
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