The country of Ivalice was always run by laws. Laws for everything. Engagements, normal life, and everything else. So naturally, when the Redwings took over the country adjacent to Ivalice, nothing happened. They invaded Ivalice, using their home-grown monsters and used them as terror weapons. The judges even gave out cards to the defenders of Ivalice, and the clans, prompting civil war and unrest. Why would anyone wish to live in a country where even the judges of your society were against you, even when you defend them?
The Redwings came in force; 2000 soldiers, fighters, mages, and other sorts of infantry fought clans of 4 or 5. There really was no way that Ivalice stood a chance. So they built up their forces around Ambervale, Bervenia, and Baguba. When Baguba fell, Ivalice's air support was destroyed utterly. As Ambervale was massacred, set fire to, and destroyed, all that was left was Bervenia. The palace had 3000 men, 2500 were clan members. As they were surrounded, they saw the Redwings had over a million soldiers. Instead of making boats, the Redwings simply had their soldiers fill in the river, making it into a large plain. Finally, they went straight to the gate, and forced it open. Their losses were heavy, but there was no reason for them to care; they had so many troops, it did not matter. Finally, they made their way to the throne room, and started to strike down the doors, which were made of marble.
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'How could I have let this happen?' Thought Marche, from his throne room. He was the last one left. Ezel had run off to hide, ever the practical one; Babus had been killed in Ambervale defending Cid; Montblanc and his brother, Nono had been slain in Baguba, defending their home. Finally, Ritz and Shara had been killed outside his door, trying to get in, but he had closed them right in their faces. Their blood was most likely on the doors now. Marche thought about his stupid life, and what he had done. He did not believe this world to be real, even after 4 more years. So, he had abandoned clan battles, and started getting lazy. All the work fell on his subordinates, so he did nothing to help them. He even had some arrested and killed. Now it had come to this. He looked down at the desk he sat at. He picked up the small gun that sat there. It was the Beastly gun. It had been Montblanc's before he died. He felt the trigger, and he slowly put it to his head. The doors started to shatter, cracks ran up the sides. He cocked the gun, and closed his eyes. The door shattered to a million pieces and a coward lay dead at his desk, blood pooling on the books that lay there. The gun lay by his head, an eternal reminder of his cowardice.
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Hazard 13: I was bored, and I don't do muses 1 am like it is now. So RR. Oh yeah, I don't own FFTA.
