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Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
-Metallica, Fade to Black
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The small French villiage of Orleans was all that remained of the glorious Franco nation which had once known half of this continent as home...
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Orleans, April, 923 BCE
Michael looked to his father, tried to look his father straight in the eye, tried to get some idea of what his model of manhood, his idol, and his only confidant was thinking. It was in vain, Michael's father could not bear to look at his son, for he was about to leave his boy forever, and it could very well be while the boy watched.
Still keeping his eyes away, he offered the parting words that his own father gave to him.
"Son, the Templeau family has always been on the side of France, should I fall, it is your duty to continue the fight and continue the line of the Templeau!"
"But father, how will I do this? I am but a teenage-"
"Silence boy, you are versed in battle, and as strong as I ever was, but now is not the time for you to fight, you must gather those loyal to france and start anew to return one day in a horde of vengeance!!!"
And that was it, Michael's father trudged through the copper-colored clay muck that had once been a paved street of Orleans. Michael watched his father's silhouette until both it and the sky faded to black...
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Secret French Resistance Headquarters May, 923 B.C.E.
The scattered pieces of the French Monarchy, as well as fragments of the most loyal divisions of the French army were contemplating the best way to reclaim the land that was rightfully their own...
"I still cannot believe the Greeks would turn hostile... or be so effective in destroying our villiages."
Joan tugged at her hair to show her distress.
"My queen, please do not do that, it may very well cause you to go bald some day, and then you will be uglier even than that russian hag we killed in the war of stupid stacking doll toys that are dumb."
It was Romian, Minister of Domestics
"Shut up Romian!!!"
The resistance wasn't too fond of Romian
"Where is Monsier Templeau?" Joan wanted her Minister of the Military, "HE is the one individual that this meeting REQUIRES!!"
A young man stepped forward, "I am the last of that name! I have been given orders by my father too, and they don't involve sticking around here for the slaughter!"
"Then where is your father?" Romian asked with a slight nasal tone.
"Well sir, I guess, umm, I mean, He died bravely defending his home, his people, and his legacy!"
"In other words he stuck around for the slaughter?" Romian chuckled to himself, then looked around to see nobody laughing.
"He was successful in defending Orleans for me to make my way here sir! Mock my father once more, and you won't be a minister, you will be a eunich!" This did get a chuckle out of some of the resistance members, mostly the military ones who had seen Michael's skill in combat.
"This is all very amusing young Templeau, but what, praytell, are the mysterious orders your father left us?" Joan was waiting impatiently for the answer, but she maintained a calm facade.
"We are to colonize the forbidden archipelago, it is the only place Alexander and his sex-crazy greek practitioners of orgies and rapes will not go, while there we are to meet other nations not native to our continent, nations who can teach us things, and who we may teach as well. We are to create an international alliance against the Crazed Greek Wanderers before it is too late!"
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Athens
"Civman"
no answer
"CIVMAN"
no answer
"CIV!!!! MAN!!!!!"
"Uhm.. what is it Alexander?"
"I need my trainer..."
"Very good sir, I shall send her in immediately."
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To Alexander, the Greeks had already achieved victory, and a celebratory orgy was in order, little did he know that the French were beaten but not destroyed, in the Forbidden Archipelago, New Paris had just been founded, and a revolutionary material known as Gunpowder was being tested as a viable tool for battle.
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Time marches on... For whom the bell tolls!
-Metallica, For Whom the Bell Tolls
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Tell me how it turned out, I know how it's gonna end, your feedback in mass quantities will expand the middle!
NOTE: This story is much better if you've read Crazed Greek Wanderings... READ IT!!!
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
-Metallica, Fade to Black
><><><><><><><
The small French villiage of Orleans was all that remained of the glorious Franco nation which had once known half of this continent as home...
><><><><><><><
Orleans, April, 923 BCE
Michael looked to his father, tried to look his father straight in the eye, tried to get some idea of what his model of manhood, his idol, and his only confidant was thinking. It was in vain, Michael's father could not bear to look at his son, for he was about to leave his boy forever, and it could very well be while the boy watched.
Still keeping his eyes away, he offered the parting words that his own father gave to him.
"Son, the Templeau family has always been on the side of France, should I fall, it is your duty to continue the fight and continue the line of the Templeau!"
"But father, how will I do this? I am but a teenage-"
"Silence boy, you are versed in battle, and as strong as I ever was, but now is not the time for you to fight, you must gather those loyal to france and start anew to return one day in a horde of vengeance!!!"
And that was it, Michael's father trudged through the copper-colored clay muck that had once been a paved street of Orleans. Michael watched his father's silhouette until both it and the sky faded to black...
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Secret French Resistance Headquarters May, 923 B.C.E.
The scattered pieces of the French Monarchy, as well as fragments of the most loyal divisions of the French army were contemplating the best way to reclaim the land that was rightfully their own...
"I still cannot believe the Greeks would turn hostile... or be so effective in destroying our villiages."
Joan tugged at her hair to show her distress.
"My queen, please do not do that, it may very well cause you to go bald some day, and then you will be uglier even than that russian hag we killed in the war of stupid stacking doll toys that are dumb."
It was Romian, Minister of Domestics
"Shut up Romian!!!"
The resistance wasn't too fond of Romian
"Where is Monsier Templeau?" Joan wanted her Minister of the Military, "HE is the one individual that this meeting REQUIRES!!"
A young man stepped forward, "I am the last of that name! I have been given orders by my father too, and they don't involve sticking around here for the slaughter!"
"Then where is your father?" Romian asked with a slight nasal tone.
"Well sir, I guess, umm, I mean, He died bravely defending his home, his people, and his legacy!"
"In other words he stuck around for the slaughter?" Romian chuckled to himself, then looked around to see nobody laughing.
"He was successful in defending Orleans for me to make my way here sir! Mock my father once more, and you won't be a minister, you will be a eunich!" This did get a chuckle out of some of the resistance members, mostly the military ones who had seen Michael's skill in combat.
"This is all very amusing young Templeau, but what, praytell, are the mysterious orders your father left us?" Joan was waiting impatiently for the answer, but she maintained a calm facade.
"We are to colonize the forbidden archipelago, it is the only place Alexander and his sex-crazy greek practitioners of orgies and rapes will not go, while there we are to meet other nations not native to our continent, nations who can teach us things, and who we may teach as well. We are to create an international alliance against the Crazed Greek Wanderers before it is too late!"
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Athens
"Civman"
no answer
"CIVMAN"
no answer
"CIV!!!! MAN!!!!!"
"Uhm.. what is it Alexander?"
"I need my trainer..."
"Very good sir, I shall send her in immediately."
><><><><><><><
To Alexander, the Greeks had already achieved victory, and a celebratory orgy was in order, little did he know that the French were beaten but not destroyed, in the Forbidden Archipelago, New Paris had just been founded, and a revolutionary material known as Gunpowder was being tested as a viable tool for battle.
><><><><><><><
Time marches on... For whom the bell tolls!
-Metallica, For Whom the Bell Tolls
---------
Tell me how it turned out, I know how it's gonna end, your feedback in mass quantities will expand the middle!
NOTE: This story is much better if you've read Crazed Greek Wanderings... READ IT!!!
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