It happened right after their speech. The three leaders of Spira
standing their in partnership. It made him snicker. He signaled to the
three riflemen kneeling next to him. They never hesitated. He looked
through his binoculars again to see large amounts of gore where the three's
heads had been. He sniggered.
Then the initial screaming began. The crowds began to push and shove all trying to retreat from the bodies. People were knocked down then trampled on by hundreds of others trying to escape. A woman carrying a child, not more than three, was shoved sideways off a balcony and fell about three hundred feet before crashing head first into concrete.
This was truly mass hysteria. The first wave of panicking civilians to reach the exits were skewered on spears of armored guards who had not been there when they had entered. The second wave tried to stop but were pushed down by more people. Either they went under the boots of the people behind them or on to more spears. It seemed as if it was raining blood.
The crowd soon realized that the exits were blocked and tried to turn around and search for another way out of the massacre.
The people who were to far away from the exits to realize there was only death instead of salvation continued forward and ran straight into the fleeing crowd. More people fell under foot. Bones snapped. Blood squirted. There was screaming. There was an abundance of screaming.
The crowd returning where they started ran straight into another line of guards with spears. soon they were trying to run right and left but they only found more spears. Soon the people realized they were trapped. After about ten minutes the people settled down enough to realize their predicament.
Their were bodies everywhere. Out of the twenty thousand viewers of the three leaders speech only sixteen thousand were still alive.
There was a loud whistling sound and everyone looked up at the source of the sound. Standing up on the platform, and not touching a body or any blood, was a man.
Through his binoculars he saw High Lord Dejang and his personal guard. The High Lord was a six foot tall man with shaggy black hair with streaks of grey. His face was ruggedly good-looking and with no facial hair. He wore a silver jacket that was long enough to touch the floor. With his hand behind his back he took a few step toward the ledge. He looked down at the frightened sheep who stared up at him with a smile on his face.
He removed his gaze from the High Lord and looked at his two personal guardians. One was an eight foot tall man who was covered from head to toe in shiny armor. Not one bit of flesh could be seen of him. He had two swords on each waist, a knife in each boot and gloves. A giant battle axe hung from a spiked belt. His name was Vaxx and the only person he spoke to was the High Lord. Even then he spoke in two or three word sentences.
The other guard was a hunched over monster. It was once a man but it had been tortured for years bye the High Lord saw that it was fit soldier. This monster was the High Lord's personal tracker. It was fidgeting constantly as it played with a grotesquely sharp skinning knife. Every now and then it would let out a high pitched giggle. This blue skinned freak who wore nothing but a pair of jeans was named Grog.
He looked back to the High Lord just as he began to speak.
"Greeting people of Spira," This came out in a deep, strong voice. Dejang spread his arms wide as if he was going to embrace everyone and everything, "I am the High Lord of Spira. I have returned at last."
Low mummers of confusion came from the audience. No one had ever heard of him before. They had never heard of a High Lord os Spira. When the grinning man spoke again everyone went silent.
"None of you know who I am do you?"
No one dare to answer this question.
"To bad. Well let me inform you on who I am. I am your lord. You all are my people. That is all you need to know. Have a lovely evening." He snapped his fingers.
The guards surrounding the crowd began to hack away at the civilians. The screams started again but in thirty minutes there was silence. The guards now seemed to be wearing Red armor instead of black. The High Lord stood on the balcony, always smiling, and looked at the massacre. Grog sniffed at the smell of death in the air and licked it's lips in pure lust. With that Dejang turned around and walked off with his guardians falling behind. He spoke as he walked.
"Bring me the High Summoner."
Then the initial screaming began. The crowds began to push and shove all trying to retreat from the bodies. People were knocked down then trampled on by hundreds of others trying to escape. A woman carrying a child, not more than three, was shoved sideways off a balcony and fell about three hundred feet before crashing head first into concrete.
This was truly mass hysteria. The first wave of panicking civilians to reach the exits were skewered on spears of armored guards who had not been there when they had entered. The second wave tried to stop but were pushed down by more people. Either they went under the boots of the people behind them or on to more spears. It seemed as if it was raining blood.
The crowd soon realized that the exits were blocked and tried to turn around and search for another way out of the massacre.
The people who were to far away from the exits to realize there was only death instead of salvation continued forward and ran straight into the fleeing crowd. More people fell under foot. Bones snapped. Blood squirted. There was screaming. There was an abundance of screaming.
The crowd returning where they started ran straight into another line of guards with spears. soon they were trying to run right and left but they only found more spears. Soon the people realized they were trapped. After about ten minutes the people settled down enough to realize their predicament.
Their were bodies everywhere. Out of the twenty thousand viewers of the three leaders speech only sixteen thousand were still alive.
There was a loud whistling sound and everyone looked up at the source of the sound. Standing up on the platform, and not touching a body or any blood, was a man.
Through his binoculars he saw High Lord Dejang and his personal guard. The High Lord was a six foot tall man with shaggy black hair with streaks of grey. His face was ruggedly good-looking and with no facial hair. He wore a silver jacket that was long enough to touch the floor. With his hand behind his back he took a few step toward the ledge. He looked down at the frightened sheep who stared up at him with a smile on his face.
He removed his gaze from the High Lord and looked at his two personal guardians. One was an eight foot tall man who was covered from head to toe in shiny armor. Not one bit of flesh could be seen of him. He had two swords on each waist, a knife in each boot and gloves. A giant battle axe hung from a spiked belt. His name was Vaxx and the only person he spoke to was the High Lord. Even then he spoke in two or three word sentences.
The other guard was a hunched over monster. It was once a man but it had been tortured for years bye the High Lord saw that it was fit soldier. This monster was the High Lord's personal tracker. It was fidgeting constantly as it played with a grotesquely sharp skinning knife. Every now and then it would let out a high pitched giggle. This blue skinned freak who wore nothing but a pair of jeans was named Grog.
He looked back to the High Lord just as he began to speak.
"Greeting people of Spira," This came out in a deep, strong voice. Dejang spread his arms wide as if he was going to embrace everyone and everything, "I am the High Lord of Spira. I have returned at last."
Low mummers of confusion came from the audience. No one had ever heard of him before. They had never heard of a High Lord os Spira. When the grinning man spoke again everyone went silent.
"None of you know who I am do you?"
No one dare to answer this question.
"To bad. Well let me inform you on who I am. I am your lord. You all are my people. That is all you need to know. Have a lovely evening." He snapped his fingers.
The guards surrounding the crowd began to hack away at the civilians. The screams started again but in thirty minutes there was silence. The guards now seemed to be wearing Red armor instead of black. The High Lord stood on the balcony, always smiling, and looked at the massacre. Grog sniffed at the smell of death in the air and licked it's lips in pure lust. With that Dejang turned around and walked off with his guardians falling behind. He spoke as he walked.
"Bring me the High Summoner."