Celtic Fury

Royal Palace Complex
Entremont, Celtica
June 17, 1304 AD; 6:58 AM (Local Time)

Ambassador Ashtzaph arrived just a few minutes before 7:00 AM. One of several office secretaries looked up from his work and glanced over to the recent arrival. The Ambassador looked agitated; at least, more so than he had been just a few days earlier.

Tensions had been rising for months now and everyone knew it even though the two powers officially maintained an alliance. But today seemed different. Usually the Ambassador was very slow and deliberate about everything he did; from his speech, to his precise walking style. But not today. Today he was hurried. His beard was ragged and un-trimmed, and he was breathing heavily. Sweat could be seen on his brow. After welcoming the Ambassador politely, the secretary called the President to inform him of the Ambassador’s arrival.

King Brennus himself came out of his office just seconds later, holding a cup of steaming coffee and the Entremont Times’ sports section.

“Good morning Abdul, how have you been since we last talked?”

Ashtzaph took a moment to register the King’s voice before answering. “Not well recently,” he replied in a tone that betrayed his exhaustion, “I have not had much sleep, nor the time to worry about such things, Your Majesty.”

“All the more reason for you to come and sit down, Ambassador. I suppose we have much to discuss?” Brennus asked while maintaining his diplomatic but friendly air.

“No, nothing that will take long.” replied the Ambassador while glancing at his watch. It was just seconds from 7:00. “But we must talk immediately.”

A servant reopened the door and once the Ambassador and King were inside, closed it with a muted thud.

King Brennus walked back to his desk and sat down. As Ashtzaph took his seat, he looked out of the large window that covered the back wall and saw the sun rising over the Eastern Hills. Entremont’s modern skyscrapers gleamed like gems in the sunrise. The sounds of an awakening city could be heard outside of the Palace courtyard. Then he tore his eyes from the cityscape and turned to the King.

Realizing that he did not have long now, Ashtzaph pulled out a folder from his briefcase and placed it before King Brennus and took a deep breath. But just as the King reached over the desk to retrieve the file, a phone rang in the outer office, then another, and another. Brennus looked up in surprise and withdrew his hand from the sealed documents. It then moved over the blood-red phone and plucked it up deftly as it began ringing.

A single drop of sweat ran down the Ambassador’s forehead as the King’s face paled and his smile vanished. Ashtzaph glanced at his watch. It was 7:01. His gaze returned to Brennus and soon recognized that it must be Arminius, the King’s Army Minister, on the other side of the phone line. The Ambassador watched in silence as the King, his hand and voice steady, quietly told Arminius that he would call back soon. He put down the phone and stood. Walking over to the window, Brennus silently cursed as he looked at the serene view. It would not be so peaceful for much longer.

The Ambassador slunk deep into his chair and bowed his head. Realization dawned that his message would be taken in a different light now. He had failed. It had begun.

-Monarchists- Those in favor of preserving the King's total authority.
-Constitutionalists- Those in favor of giving the people some power, but preserving the Monachy.
-Communists- Give the "workers" the power, the usual Communist propoganda.
-{CLASSIFIED} Resistance- Any captured cities in our upcoming war.
-The Seccessionists- What we saw last Civil War.
-Democrats- The game becomes an RP essentially.
-Republicans- Like the Democrats, but with a sligh twist
-Fascists- Probably would involve a AW kind of finish in a race to conquer the world ASAP.