"Well as long as those are your criteria, we should get through this fight free," Vace said, rolling his eyes behind Tama's back. When they walked in the bar, Vace said, "Whew, I was hoping for a bit more alcohol smell and a bit less vomit smell..."

Meanwhile....

Cid stood on the parapet of the palace. A crowd had gathered at the gates of the palace The news of the king's assassination spreading quickly. rumors of other assassinations abounded.

"Today is a tragic day," Cid began his coronation speech. "my fellow citizens, a day when our enemies would hope to rob us of our heart and soul. Our king lies dead, murdered by an Alban assassin, and his heir dead at the hands of foul magic. We must not let these demoralizing loses defeat us. We can not let the weak and cowardly actions of our foes prevail. It is with a heavy heart that I, the captain of the royal armies, take up the crown. I will give our kingdom the justice it deserves. Even now vile traitors and spies attempt to poison the heart of this kingdom, our kingdom. Like the Phoenix we must rise from the ashes of tragedy. We will consume those inferior cowards in the fires of our rebirth. We will prove to the world that we are the greatest society, and deliver our wisdom onto those ignorant fools who seek to destroy us. We will not let these terrorist acts go by idly. We will not allow ourselves to be manipulated by these weak infidels. Arise patriots and spread the word! A new power is arising. It's victory and justice are soon at hand!"

The former king's chamerlain placed the crown on Cid's head. Cid stood and took in the quiet joy of a cheering crowd. He silenced the crowd.

"My first act as king is to hunt down the radical insurgents responsible. Only when the those who plotted this treason are brought to justice will our motherland be secure. I encourage you all to assisst the militias and the military in rooting out these domestic terrorists. Only with your help will we be able to take back our kingdom."

OOC: you know....Cid's plan is suspiciously similar to Prince Humperdink's plan from Princess Bride. Or at least, what it would have been had it, you know, worked and stuff. Can I assume that we are now classified as radical insurgents?

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I love that movie... >_>though the only difference here would be that Cid isn't marrying the princess to kill her on the wedding night..
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"You know Lynx..." Dawn started as she looked away. "Do you ever wander if all of this was even necessary? I mean, we've risked our lives, and yet everything still seems to go wrong somehow."

Sighing lightly, she pulled her arms out from under herself, letting herself plop backwards onto the ground. "Part of me wishes I had just stayed back at the castle with Reena... I wonder if she is okay... I mean.. sure Cid is a day or so ahead of us.. but he wouldn't have gotten there by now. And even so, he wouldn't hurt her, you think?" She asked, though she knew the most probable answer.

If anyone was to get in Cid's way, they'd be dead.

Meanwhile at the castle...

I don't understand how this could be happening.

Reena Burness held her arms over her chest, an ill look on her face as she stood in the back while Cid gave his speech. And what had really been bothering her since the king's death was why hadn't she been called in to help. She could have at least offered some help, yet she hadn't learned of the assassination of the king until much later.

Something is not right here...

She turned and began to walk off as he finished, not particularly in a mood to have to speak with the new king. As she made her way to her chambers, she noticed a strange man standing at the door. Turning around to go a different way, she found herself bumping into another man who promptly grabbed her, covering her mouth as he pulled her off into one of the darker hallways.

To which Cid added, "Hail Zeek Zion!" and the crowd responded "Zion! Zion! Zion!"

Anyways, back to the rp. I'm going to fast forward it slightly so it's after the boots are removed.

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Thid felt light as a feather when he stood up after the boots had been removed. "This is great! I can move again!" *Does a dance, then falls on his ass* "Whoops, I guess I have to get used to moving again with out all that weight holding me down....hey blacksmith, how much money will you give me for those boots? You could melt them down 'n stuff."

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Once the lead boots were off, he split up with the others in order to purchase a few items. Thid used the money gained from selling them to get a new pair of light leather boots. Then he tracked down a weapons shop and purchased a sturdy bow with a quiver of arrows, and one special arrow with a silver tip. Gazing at the silver tipped arrow Thid thought, this one's for you Cid, I’ll teach you ya can't get away with putting me through all this....

Thid then went to meet up with the others, who had gathered at the bar.

ooc: Actually it would be more like "ZIEG HIEL!" a changed some of the details, like instead of the reichstag fire, i made it a royal assassination, but most of the other details are about right.

OOC: Actually, I think it would be spelt, "Heil". (unless you're saying the other word that is spelt Hiel, which I doubt you are) 'Cause it's German and when you pair together E and I, the second letter of the pair is the one that is pronounced. ^_^ (I would add something important to the RP, but I have about 3 minutes before I have to be off, so I decided just to make a useless RP post.

Jude, not being a drinker and not being braindead enough to find shoe removing exciting, had stayed behind, and was now leaning against a tree thinking about a lot of current situations.

A big chunk of the thought had been concerning the group, and wether or not he should stick around with it. The two leading factors in staying around this long ha been getting with Dawn, and getting back at Cid. Dawn however seemed to be really oblivious or uninterested, and Cid wasn't really that much higher since Jude had lived through the whatever and not really suffered, plus he had a hard time holding grudges.

Another chunk was about his father, and his roots. He had always wanted to go to wherever the hell the Avion's were and train to be a formal Dragoon, not just jumping high and stealing spears for practice, which is where he was currently. If all hell broke loose as Cid had proclaimed he planned, Jude felt confident that he'd be able to just saunter off to the secret Avion city and wait it out...if he could ever find the Avion city, but thinking too far ahead can be a little stupid sometimes.

For now though, he walked over to Dawn and Lynx and peered at the runes before getting bored and looking for the pub.

((OOC: i'm just gonna make a quick post of my character at the blacksmith. I guess the next post I will get to make will be in the next chapter))

Kalimare stood waiting, the blacksmith was a bit afraid of him for his appearance. After all, it WAS an orc that was in his smithy. Kalimare walked over to him, and the blacksmith stepped back, still afraid.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt someone that I want to make a new weapon for me. I need a broad sword, about 5 feet long and six inches wide. If you can, make with this."

Kalimare pulled out a bag with a strange powder in it. This was something that he had gathered from a secret place. It wasn't magical, but it made a weapon nearly indestructable.

"Can you do this?"

"Y-y-yes."

The blacksmith went to work while Kalimare waited just outside, his back leaned against the side of the smithy.

As Jude made his rounds, Dawn sat back up slightly, now watching as he made his way back towards the pub.

"I'll be back in a couple of minutes." She rose to her feet, straighting out her robes as she followed after the Dragoon. "Hey Jude..." (erm... no pun intended there... I think >.>) She started as she came up behind him, her arms held behind her back. "I just... wanted to say thanks...for sticking around and all. You've really helped... us.. a lot. I mean, you killed that monster for us... and you didn't have to stay to help...but you did." She pawed at the ground a bit with her foot as she stared at the ground and tried to make it sound as much like gratitude from the group in whole rather than just herself.