Angliarique
Establishing Nation
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2023
- Messages
- 245
- Capital
- Sanctum of Laurels
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Sanctum of Laurels, Bearer of Bad News
Urgent footsteps tapped the floors leading towards the chancellor’s office. “Emergency! Attack! Attack! We’ve been hit!” A well-dressed man screamed as he entered past the creaking door of the office.
Man: My chancellor! You must see this! It is dire! We’ve been attacked!
Chancellor: By what?! From who?!
The chancellor’s face turned pale, as he read through the emergency communication sent from Admiral Misorich of the Angliarique Superfleet situated at Frescania. It revealed that they had been attacked by a foreign navy, none other than by the Republic of Tianlong. The chancellor turned to the man.
Chancellor: When did this come in?
Man: A few minutes ago!
Chancellor: We must inform the Prince. He leads us now; he needs to know!
En route to the Manor of Valeria, a Rush of Calls
In a convoy of heavily armed vehicles, the chancellor travelled in the one direction he had always done, in times of crisis. On the road to the imperial residence, a flurry of phone calls rang. First, from the Interior Governor Lord Henry. The chancellor received it.
Henry: Have you heard?! About t- th- the attack!
Chancellor: Yes! I’m on my way to their majesties right now! You should come too!
Just then, another call from his aide’s phone rang, it was the Lady Pembroke. The chancellor glanced at the incoming call, whilst Lord Henry was still in a panic rant about the sudden incident.
Chancellor: Look! Henry! I’ve got a call waiting for me. You need to calm down, and get here right now!
Henry: Where?! For god sakes!
Chancellor: The Manor! You idiot!
The chancellor hung up the phone, and quickly received Lady Pembroke’s call, on the last second just as it was about to end. In a panting and gasping breath of voice, he spoke.
Chancellor: I know, what you’re going to say!
Pembroke: Oh really?! You must’ve been here too then. The European Forum has such a wonderful bar. Can you believe it? Drinks from everywhere!
Chancellor: Excuse me?! Have you not heard of the attack?! On your ships!
Pembroke: What do you mean?! Attack?
Chancellor: Your ships have been hit by the Tianese lizards. You need to calm down, and seek shelter immediately, get to the embassy bunker now!
Pembroke: Sorry, I can’t hear you, the line’s breaking! What about the Tianese?! Hello? Hello?!
The line between the two officials broke, and an urgent effort was performed to restore communication. But, to no avail. What had happened to Exterior Governor Lady Pembroke, was anyone’s guess.
Manor of Valeria, the Prince’s Act
Soon, the chancellor’s convoy arrived in front of the Manor’s main entrance, to the surprise of tourists and curious onlookers, unaware of the danger that the empire was in. The chancellor hastily left his convoy behind and ran for the Prince’s bedchamber. He knocked upon the door, as was customary for non-royals to do when they wished to speak to the Prince, in the first light of morning. The Prince, Haglia, bade the chancellor to enter. He did so, as the iron doors shut loudly behind him.
Chancellor: Your grace, I bear with me, news of a grievous kind. Our ships at Frescania, have been attacked by the Tianese navy. I request your counsel.
Haglia: I know. I’m aware of this military disaster. And my father, I dare say, is extremely angry. In his eyes, you have become a parasite.
Chancellor: I pray for forgiveness, your grace! Spare me! Please! Spare me!
Haglia: You’re fortunate for the emergency proclamation. I have the power to spare your life. But, you shall serve only me now!
Chancellor: Yes… your grace is most kind! Anything! I will do anything! Your grace has my word! I promise!
Haglia: Aren’t you a low servant?! Let’s clear ourselves of this mess. My father has advised me to declare war. I have agreed to do so.
Chancellor: I accept the decree, your grace. The government affirms this decree. I shall order the Foreign Affairs Cabinet to dispatch a letter.
6 hours After the War Declaration
A detachment from the Horizon 2nd Squadron of the Airborne Vanguard, involving 5 heavy transport helicopters hovered just 29,000 ft above the horrific blood pool of the aftermath of the Lizard Republic’s massacre of the Angliarique Superfleet. Tons upon tons of piles of wood, white sails tainted red by blood, and bodies of hundreds of sailors covered the beaches and surrounding waters of Frescania.
An old commander led the detachment, peering over his window whilst piloting the aircraft, he witnessed the sorrowful sight. And was deeply enraged. He saw a glimpse of the aircraft carriers engulfed by fire, explosions of orange flame pierced through the ships’ hull, as desperate men hurled themselves off to escape from what was to become a fiery grave. The commander had to let go of his rage for a moment, and in a steady manner he communicated his sights to Port Lionheart, the Command Center of the Angliarique Interior Army.
Commander: All galleons sunk, estimate, 1200 dead at least. Both carriers still on fire, likely to sink.
Port: Understood. Return to port immediately. Do not engage.
Commander: Understood. But what about the Exterior Governor?
Port: A separate detachment is on the way, for the rescue mission. Return to port immediately.
Commander: Understood, returning now.
Port LionheartUrgent footsteps tapped the floors leading towards the chancellor’s office. “Emergency! Attack! Attack! We’ve been hit!” A well-dressed man screamed as he entered past the creaking door of the office.
Man: My chancellor! You must see this! It is dire! We’ve been attacked!
Chancellor: By what?! From who?!
The chancellor’s face turned pale, as he read through the emergency communication sent from Admiral Misorich of the Angliarique Superfleet situated at Frescania. It revealed that they had been attacked by a foreign navy, none other than by the Republic of Tianlong. The chancellor turned to the man.
Chancellor: When did this come in?
Man: A few minutes ago!
Chancellor: We must inform the Prince. He leads us now; he needs to know!
En route to the Manor of Valeria, a Rush of Calls
In a convoy of heavily armed vehicles, the chancellor travelled in the one direction he had always done, in times of crisis. On the road to the imperial residence, a flurry of phone calls rang. First, from the Interior Governor Lord Henry. The chancellor received it.
Henry: Have you heard?! About t- th- the attack!
Chancellor: Yes! I’m on my way to their majesties right now! You should come too!
Just then, another call from his aide’s phone rang, it was the Lady Pembroke. The chancellor glanced at the incoming call, whilst Lord Henry was still in a panic rant about the sudden incident.
Chancellor: Look! Henry! I’ve got a call waiting for me. You need to calm down, and get here right now!
Henry: Where?! For god sakes!
Chancellor: The Manor! You idiot!
The chancellor hung up the phone, and quickly received Lady Pembroke’s call, on the last second just as it was about to end. In a panting and gasping breath of voice, he spoke.
Chancellor: I know, what you’re going to say!
Pembroke: Oh really?! You must’ve been here too then. The European Forum has such a wonderful bar. Can you believe it? Drinks from everywhere!
Chancellor: Excuse me?! Have you not heard of the attack?! On your ships!
Pembroke: What do you mean?! Attack?
Chancellor: Your ships have been hit by the Tianese lizards. You need to calm down, and seek shelter immediately, get to the embassy bunker now!
Pembroke: Sorry, I can’t hear you, the line’s breaking! What about the Tianese?! Hello? Hello?!
The line between the two officials broke, and an urgent effort was performed to restore communication. But, to no avail. What had happened to Exterior Governor Lady Pembroke, was anyone’s guess.
Manor of Valeria, the Prince’s Act
Soon, the chancellor’s convoy arrived in front of the Manor’s main entrance, to the surprise of tourists and curious onlookers, unaware of the danger that the empire was in. The chancellor hastily left his convoy behind and ran for the Prince’s bedchamber. He knocked upon the door, as was customary for non-royals to do when they wished to speak to the Prince, in the first light of morning. The Prince, Haglia, bade the chancellor to enter. He did so, as the iron doors shut loudly behind him.
Chancellor: Your grace, I bear with me, news of a grievous kind. Our ships at Frescania, have been attacked by the Tianese navy. I request your counsel.
Haglia: I know. I’m aware of this military disaster. And my father, I dare say, is extremely angry. In his eyes, you have become a parasite.
Chancellor: I pray for forgiveness, your grace! Spare me! Please! Spare me!
Haglia: You’re fortunate for the emergency proclamation. I have the power to spare your life. But, you shall serve only me now!
Chancellor: Yes… your grace is most kind! Anything! I will do anything! Your grace has my word! I promise!
Haglia: Aren’t you a low servant?! Let’s clear ourselves of this mess. My father has advised me to declare war. I have agreed to do so.
Chancellor: I accept the decree, your grace. The government affirms this decree. I shall order the Foreign Affairs Cabinet to dispatch a letter.
6 hours After the War Declaration
A detachment from the Horizon 2nd Squadron of the Airborne Vanguard, involving 5 heavy transport helicopters hovered just 29,000 ft above the horrific blood pool of the aftermath of the Lizard Republic’s massacre of the Angliarique Superfleet. Tons upon tons of piles of wood, white sails tainted red by blood, and bodies of hundreds of sailors covered the beaches and surrounding waters of Frescania.
An old commander led the detachment, peering over his window whilst piloting the aircraft, he witnessed the sorrowful sight. And was deeply enraged. He saw a glimpse of the aircraft carriers engulfed by fire, explosions of orange flame pierced through the ships’ hull, as desperate men hurled themselves off to escape from what was to become a fiery grave. The commander had to let go of his rage for a moment, and in a steady manner he communicated his sights to Port Lionheart, the Command Center of the Angliarique Interior Army.
Commander: All galleons sunk, estimate, 1200 dead at least. Both carriers still on fire, likely to sink.
Port: Understood. Return to port immediately. Do not engage.
Commander: Understood. But what about the Exterior Governor?
Port: A separate detachment is on the way, for the rescue mission. Return to port immediately.
Commander: Understood, returning now.
As the sunlight pierced through the blinds of a small room in the Angliarique Interior Army Headquarters, at Port Lionheart. Prince Haglia dressed in military uniform, with medals and stars studded upon his apparel, shouted orders from left to right. His face was one filled with anger, and his fingers clenched tightly upon a rolled-up piece of paper. He pointed to a general, and then a colonel, then he shouted at both of them with hellish fury. The three men stood next to a map of the scene of battle, deliberating their plans for exacting revenge.
Haglia: General! We have lost all our ships! How will we carry out our main objective now?! Especially, with the Tianese upon us!
General: Forgive me, your grace. No one could've known that the Tianese could be so bold. We did all that we can to ensure that this wouldn’t happen.
Haglia: And where has that led us?! Straight into the fiery breath of the Tianese Dragon! Now our fate lies with father’s meeting with Konstantin!
Colonel: May I interrupt, your grace? Even without Konstantin, we could still deal considerable damage to Tianlong’s inner cities. People want revenge.
Haglia: Are you serious?! Attacking civilians would make us a fool! Do I have incompetents for advisors?! I believe we should take them piece by piece.
General: I agree, your grace. But, we don't have the capabilities. It would be suicide. Walking among the dragon’s teeth.
Colonel: He is correct, your grace. Our men pale in comparison with the Tianese. I urge your grace to reconsider.
Haglia: No! It is final. Inform the Spascirian Labour Council, that Spascirians will now undergo conscription. We will use them to shield our superior forces, until they reach the main objective. You know what the objective is, don't you?
General: The Tianese?
Haglia: No! The European Forum!
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