Re: The Great Belligerency [Round 1: The Rainy Place]
08-09-2010, 10:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Captain Lhurgoyf.
Reinhardt gazed out a window, looking at the rain outside him. His cape wrapped about him, the tyrant held his helmeted head low, deep in thought. Surely there must be some reason for this summoning, some significance. Either way, Reinhardt knew that he had to return to his kingdom by the end of this, for if he was gone for long, the lands would plunge into chaos, and Reinhardt would dare not let that happen. After working so long to conquer his kingdom, he could not imagine any other fool sitting in his throne, no less the decrees he would make.
Broodingly, Reinhardt contemplated what the suited being had said before. Innocents? Could one even claim that Lord Reinhardt would rule through the deaths of innocents? This would be slander and grounds for execution! Reinhardt strictly enforced his worldviews that his massacres were justified. Humankind, through its mastery and intelligence over beasts, was surely meant as the true rulers of the world. Other beings that claimed intelligence, feeling, had imposed themselves on the world - elves, dwarves, orcs, halflings - surely they were all animals to be slaughtered without regret. Reinhardt then turned to those who used magic - by their arts, they were clearly making a mockery of their supreme human nature by trying to transcend their already perfect boundaries. Such peoples were mere animals, Lord Reinhardt thought. His policies on them were clearly an improvement - no, doing service - to the world. To take the magician or the demihuman from their homes, to whip them and hang their dessicated forms from the trees, to snatch their babies from their wives' arms and burn them alive in the furnaces - this was justice.
Looking over what he had heard of the other contestants gathered, Reinhardt especially looked into the green-eyed man - the one named Dove. Had he truly heard that this wretch was to destroy humanity? Immediately, Reinhardt knew that he must be exterminated at all costs. The human who works actively against his own magnificent kind is a traitor of the worst order. Reinhardt knew that if all went right, he would be the one to purge this unworthy soul from the world. He would enjoy it.
Gathering himself, the tyrant's gloved hand gathered his great sword. Reinhardt turned around to face the room, ready for anything.
Reinhardt gazed out a window, looking at the rain outside him. His cape wrapped about him, the tyrant held his helmeted head low, deep in thought. Surely there must be some reason for this summoning, some significance. Either way, Reinhardt knew that he had to return to his kingdom by the end of this, for if he was gone for long, the lands would plunge into chaos, and Reinhardt would dare not let that happen. After working so long to conquer his kingdom, he could not imagine any other fool sitting in his throne, no less the decrees he would make.
Broodingly, Reinhardt contemplated what the suited being had said before. Innocents? Could one even claim that Lord Reinhardt would rule through the deaths of innocents? This would be slander and grounds for execution! Reinhardt strictly enforced his worldviews that his massacres were justified. Humankind, through its mastery and intelligence over beasts, was surely meant as the true rulers of the world. Other beings that claimed intelligence, feeling, had imposed themselves on the world - elves, dwarves, orcs, halflings - surely they were all animals to be slaughtered without regret. Reinhardt then turned to those who used magic - by their arts, they were clearly making a mockery of their supreme human nature by trying to transcend their already perfect boundaries. Such peoples were mere animals, Lord Reinhardt thought. His policies on them were clearly an improvement - no, doing service - to the world. To take the magician or the demihuman from their homes, to whip them and hang their dessicated forms from the trees, to snatch their babies from their wives' arms and burn them alive in the furnaces - this was justice.
Looking over what he had heard of the other contestants gathered, Reinhardt especially looked into the green-eyed man - the one named Dove. Had he truly heard that this wretch was to destroy humanity? Immediately, Reinhardt knew that he must be exterminated at all costs. The human who works actively against his own magnificent kind is a traitor of the worst order. Reinhardt knew that if all went right, he would be the one to purge this unworthy soul from the world. He would enjoy it.
Gathering himself, the tyrant's gloved hand gathered his great sword. Reinhardt turned around to face the room, ready for anything.