Rain was a rare occurence in the desert. It wasn't something the residents of the hot, dry nation of Ishbal weren't used to seeing, but it definitely did not happen every day. The cool water fell on the sand making a soothing noise. Visibility was decreased on nights like these on the desert, and while some thought of the rain as a blessing from Ishbala, others found it to be a curse. Even in the desert, storms could be violent occurrences and bring forth the destruction of the land.
It was on this fated night that the events came to pass. As the rain poured on the camp, several Ishbalian villagers arrived at the scene, curious, after hearing that noise... it was a sound like thunder, and yet not quite. It was a terrible noise that reminded you of spilt blood and broken innocence. It was the sound of death.
In the middle of the foreigners' camp was the body of a child surrounded by a pool of blood. His terrified face had a blank stare in it. He was dead.
An old lady knelt by the child and closed his eyes as tears formed in her own. She lifted the child's head to her chest and held him tightly. Others came close. Except for the one that turned to stare at the foreigners in their terrible military outfits.
"How could you?" he said. "How could you do something like this? MURDERERS!"
One of the foreigners drew a gun. "Everyone, please, remain calm! We don't know what happened here, but we can assure you it was an accident! And whoever was responsible for this--"
"I don't believe you!" shouted an Ishbalian man, "You monsters! You won't hurt one of your own over one of our deaths! You don't care! All you've done since you arrived is abuse us and hurt us!"
"Sir, I assure you, we'd never--"
"MURDERERS!"
"KILLERS!"
"MONSTERS!"
"DEATH TO HERETICS! DEATH TO THE ALCHEMISTS! DEATH TO THE MURDERERS!"
One by one, the Ishbalian people stood up in arms to protect the country and the people they loved from those they considered their enemies.
And thus began the War of Ishbal.
Day 1 begins now and ends in 48 hours. You may now begin voting.
Narration note:
Some of the characters, Sheska for example, may be eliminated from narrations only for the sake of continuity, as they're too young to have been present in the war. However, they're STILL in the game.
State Alchemist Murska, the Sonic Blast Alchemist,(The name generator I tried for ideas gave me 'Manipulating Eye Alchemist' ) was surrounded by the Ishbalans.
"Stay back. You don't want to do this."
"Murderer! Heretic! Get out from our lands!"
"I gave you your chance. For the last time, get out of my way."
One of the Ishbalans rushed towards him with a sword, but he effortlessly dodged it and punched him to the ground.
"So be it."
Murska raised his arms and slammed them together. A flash, and suddenly the ground, the pieces of junk lying around and the walls shaped themselves smoother. He picked up a small box and pushed a button. An ear-breaking deep bass note rang out, magnifying itself on the surfaces created for it and resonating back into the crowd. The Ishbalans fell to the ground, ears bleeding, as Murska stepped over their bodies and continued on.
"Now where is Talic again..."
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Trusting Murska worked out great!
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A Murska without lies is like a day without sunshine.
Or maybe it was because you claimed a wolf, also suggesting for the wolves a technique to limit the usefulness of any villagers being tricksy, and then tried to retract it later when it became apparent that it was just a villager trick.
Or that's what it looked like to the masons.
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Night Surgeon, the medical Alchemist, walked up to the scene that Murska had created... He was truly a butcher with the way he had taken them down, many of them were deaf, or otherwise injured in ways that would take the proper materials to repair. He sighed pulling out a scalpel, and a jar of proteins, before heading to work on one of the deafened ishbalans. Sloppy, simply, sloppy."
Happy stepped forward a worried look on her face. If there was to be fighting, she would only be a liability. Though she was nominally an alchemy apprentice, she had little talent for transmutation and felt sure she was a disappointment to her father.
A quiet, shy boy emerges from the back of the crowd - no more than six. His face is dirty from a day of play, his long white hair blowing in the wind. With the unwavering confidence of a child, his eyes - one red, one blue - train on a man in the group - Billtodamax. He says nothing, just raises his arm and points. His friend is dead - someone has to answer for it.
Dude, the purpose of this war is the utter ERADICATION of the Ishbalans.
...I never said I was healing them... Kidneys go for quite abit on the black market. Jar of proteins is material for field anesthetic.
Can't sell damaged goods after all.
...I never said I was healing them... Kidneys go for quite abit on the black market. Jar of proteins is material for field anesthetic.
Can't sell damaged goods after all.
Sure you can, you just slap a little discount on it. People will flock to the low low prices!
Lets see who's #13 on the list today, annnnnnnnnnnnd... it Hyozo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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I remember the Myrka as menacing, unstoppable and well-nigh indestructible. Nowhere did I describe it as a four-legged beast on loan from Panto-Horses-Are-Us
Happy stepped forward a worried look on her face. If there was to be fighting, she would only be a liability. Though she was nominally an alchemy apprentice, she had little talent for transmutation and felt sure she was a disappointment to her father.
"What should we do?" she whispered.
Stay calm and don't make yourself a target, Patrick O'Connell, the Ectoplasm Alchemist, replied.
((Malmagor, as a counterpoint and because it's been too long since I've been stalked. ))
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