The Palace is ablaze!!

[Nuclear Winter]

*Nuclearis Winterius aproaches Madrid in a fast march, followed by the Three divisions of Santiago Chargers and some more two hundred militiamen from the Monarchists of Santiago party.Nuclearis Winterius is using his battle clothing and is gathering his soldiers around teh entrance of the 1st street, that oficially marks the entrance of Madrid*
´´When I heard of this uprising against the proclamation of the Nuvo Rei I came as fast as I could.
1st corps! Square formation!´´
*The 1st division of the Chargers of Santiago forms a solid-looking block of spears, shaped to occupy the whole 1st street*
´´Go to the palace and protect it! Kill all rebels and tehn aid dousing the fires! Be haste!´´
´´2nd Chargers of Santiago, go in a quick march toward the Temple and protect it from damage by the republic-ans! Also, protect public property and kill rebels that might be around!´´
´Third chargers and Militiagroup of the Monarchists of Santiago! Follow me to the 5th street where the bulk of the rebels seems to be gathering!Hey wait, that is The olde house of the mitchells!
We must go in a haste and drive a line through that crowd as soon as we get there, to prevent those rebels from wounding the mitchell family!´´
*While marching towards the 5th street in an effort to aid the mitchells, Nuclearis Winterius the II remembers of something:*
´´Where the hell did Polaris went? He was at Madrid last time I saw him....´´

Will the republic-ans be defeated? Will the King be installed in power? Will the mitchells survive the onslaughting peasants? Will the palace of Madrid disappear in flames? No one knows...
Stay tuned!

Nuc

[OliverFA]

* From inside the palace, Roberto sees the arrival of the Santiago forces. Good! These soldiers will help defeating the evil republicans. The battle continues.

[pikesfan]

Señor Pikesfan runs up (out of breath):

“You must send troops to protect the Merchant’s Quarter! All the young ladies of the College of Etiquette have escaped! I heard them say that this Anarchy was the perfect time to go shopping without paying for anything! And oh yes, if they got hungry, they would go get some fried squid, without paying for that either!”

[mrmitchell]

Spamish Mitchell walks to the group of Loyal Followers of Togas.

Oof! I've never felt so tired. We slaughtered most of the Republic-ans, but a few escaped. The others, we took as prisoners; I'm sure they'll be helpful in ratting out who is a Republic-an and who is a Loyal Follower of Togas. Right now they're tied up in the closet behind my Squid and grain storage room, they'll stay there until You request them, King Togas. They managed to grab a few of the women before they left , but we still have plenty and I'm sure we will catch up to them and take them back.

Spamish Mitchell, having given the Loyal Followers of Togas a status report, returns to the damaged Mitchell Estate. He orders all the slaves to pursue the woman-snatchers, and instructs Stufpos to stay at the Estate, gaurding what's left. Spamish and Sewfa return to the Palace, still ready to fight the barbarous Republic-ans.

[E_T]

[OOC]
Until everyone figures out that we are in (or changing to) Monarcy, we should keep a low profile as possible. That means not changing the room header in the RP chat room. THe longer they take to notice, the better for us....

E_T

[/OOC]

[Nuclear Winter]

Ok mitchell, I put Sgt Hernan with his 100 men to defend your estate against further attacks.
the rest of The chargers and the Monarchists of Santiago militia come along with me , we will go for the merchant Square and see what we can do to stop those thugs! And, Sgt Pablo has told me the men are eager to rescue the girls from the School of Etiqutte !

[Nuclear Winter]

Great! The situation is controlled!
HAIL THA KING, BABY!!!!

[pikesfan]

Originally posted by Nuclear Winter
And, Sgt Pablo has told me the men are eager to rescue the girls from the School of Etiqutte

They’d better be careful. Some of them are from very noble families. But didn’t you hear what I said? It’s not the girls who need to be rescued, it’s the merchants!

[Nuclear Winter]

My men only seek to talk to some of them, and try their conquest capcities... if they go further, the platoon leaders have orders to kill them. We are very disciplinated... at least when it comes to protecting private property of Spaniards. Also, the monarchist militiamen are landowners, and they would not let abuses be done against private property and against monarchist civilians.

[Togas]

The riots have easily been quelled. Spain is once again secure.

The tribal leaders have assembled, for the first time in thousands of years, in Madrid.

All of the great families have remained loyal. All of our cities are now safe. A new era of peace and prosperity awaits us.

In a ceremony held at the Temple of Madrid, General Tacticus, still cheif priest of Spain, with the assistance of Priest Aidun of the Temple of Luna de Salvador in Zaragoza, convene and convey the blessings of their gods upon the Togas line.

Augusto Togas, the First King of Spain, kneels before the leaders of the faith and before the leaders of the most powerful families of Spain. He is crowned in a simple ceremony, a crown -- made of gold from Pamplona and gems from south of Vigo, circled in powerful band of iron from the same region -- is placed upon his noble head. The ancient sceptor of the Governor of Madrid is held in his hand and a magnificent blade, crafted by the finest blacksmiths of Madrid, hangs from his side.

He speaks briefly to those assembled:

There is much to do, friends and nobles, so let us celebrate, then let us return to our responsibilities. I will meet with all of the nobles and begin the process of dividing up the lands of Spain to those families who have shown themselves most loyal to me and to the crown of Spain. Tonight, we dine together, you will all be the guests of the new King of Spain, and tomorrow we will sit down in the Map Room and in my Meeting Chambers and begin the process of governing the great people of Spain.

--Augusto Togas

[History Guy]

Right-O. All hail Togas! All hail the King!

(the captured Nothus blows a raspberry...Fernand swiftly kicks him in the leg, grabs him by the nose, and kicks him in the pants)

What do I get to do with the traitors, eh?

Here's Excalibur.

And here's the oil. Get ready...might want to close your eyes...

(pours oil all over Togas's head)

As Assistant High Priest...I anoint you King of Spain!

All bow before the King!

[GeneralTacticus]

All Hail Togas! May the spirits smite any who defy his will!

[mrmitchell]

Peace has been restored. Stufpos made a run to Pamplona to see if his estate was okay, and he told me there were only a few pockets of resistance to Togas left in the rest of Espana. ("A few groups of 5 or 6 guys running around yelling "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!! KING TOGAS IS GOING TO KILL US ALL!!!".)

Grand Despot King Togas, I have but a few requests for land, and Stufpos and Sewfa only have a few requests as well. I will send them to you in private. Okay?

By the way, when do you want those prisoners? They're still locked up in my closet and they've started to smell.

-Spamish Mitchell, Really Old Guy

[Togas]

All prisoners are to be turned over to Davout, the Watcher, who now serves to ensure that that Royal Family is secure.

--Togas

[Nuclear Winter]

I offer this gift of 9000 barrels of wine, and these fine silk clothing to proper salute the new king.
Also, I offer the watcher those prisioners, they are despotists and claim this Enobre Elburro should become the despot. Enobre Elburro was killed in combat by one of the chargers... but his son, Muytollo Elburro is still alive and was made captive. With those two, we´ve got 37 prisioners. Aproximatedly 900 men were killed, monarchists and despotists alike. 52 republic-ans were arrested, but killed by teh chargers in great rage. I´ve already ordered them to be beaten by killing prisioners,but the matter is the common soldiers don´t know teh Importance of having prisioners to delate. 100 chargers are searching the outskirts of Madrid for retreating republic-ans, and the Monarchist militia was sent back to their homes.