Hello all, all hello, I'm back with another chapter for your brains to ingest, I don't own anything important or legally incriminating... that came out wrong, anyways on to the story! (do you guys like the update rate of this story? I don't know if I'm doing it fast enough)
A man dressed in overly elaborite silk clothing was running towards the throne room of the Londinium castle. He hurriedly opened the fancy wooden doors and ran until he was in front of the throne with Lord Cromwell sitting in it, Cromwell had a wine bottle in his hand and was yelling for another from his servant.
"Lord Cromwell! The last of the surrounding cities have been taken by the rebellion, reports have told of the Cleansing fire army marching on Londinium, I think we shou-" He never got to finish his sentence as Cromwell had kicked his face from his throne, he stood up, swaying slightly as he was kinda drunk.
"How dare yo- hic you try to tell me what to do, I am the leader! Not you!" Cromwell was slurring his words in his drunken rage, he then continued to kick the man until his foot was slapped away.
"Alright, that's it I quit." The messenger had been getting this abuse for awhile but this was the last straw, he tore off his broach that signified his status as high messenger and stomped away out the door, Cromwell tried to order his guards to kill the man but they stood still, not wanting to get involved and not respecting Cromwell at all.
"Bloody useless commoners, now servant girl, get me some more wine, on the double."
The Cleansing fire was going over a hill with it's entire force minus the normal city and village garrisons. They were marching with Tyson and Xana in the lead. Irukukwu and Helga following them and the commanders leading each of their divisions, all of the leaders including them were on ebony armoured horses, most of the fleet was flying just ahead of the army, they would speed up when they got closer and engage the Reconquista first. Tyson looked at the barely visible Londinium on the horizon.
"We're almost there, just a few more miles to go." he smiled as he thought of what he could do withthis floating island. Tyson shook his head and got back to the task at hand, conquering Londinium and establishing a whole new nation over the embers of the last one.
Xana looked at the army behind them, all of them had focused faces, ready for the siege of the city, ready to finish this war. She looked back to the city and saw all of the ships flying around the city like vultures.
Irukukwu had a leg of cooked ham in her hand, eating with no worry in the world as Helga rode on her back asleep.
The commanders were all adjusting and readjusting their armor and weapons, not nervous but fidgety and ready to get into the action, Siesta was in the back with her underlings looking over her medical tools, ready to use them to heal and kill if necessary.
In short, everyone was ready, can't say the same for the Reconquista though.
When they got to the planned distance the fleet of ships sped up their engines and rocketed forwards, all the guns firing when in range and the ships only slowing down when they were in danger of crashing into the enemy.
The ground forces sped up into a light charge, the juggernauts speeding ahead carrying cannons and cannoneers following as fast as they could, the cannons were set up and ready by the time the rest of the army was at the river that acted as a moat for the city, the cannons were aimed right above the drawbridge and blew up, spells having been tossed at them before they could fire from the the nobles on top of the gatehouse, Tyson raised his gun and shot them down so that they could get this done, he then looked at the wrecks of the cannons.
"Those were our only cannons, damnit I'll have to think of something else. Hmm, that should work." Tyson called over one of his ground to air signalers and had him tell the ships above to pull back and fire at the walls so that they could advance into the city.
When the last of the ships were in position they opened fire on the wall, tearing it down and causing rubble to fall into the river, not blocking it up but making it shallow enough to cross, as a side effect it cause the formerly slow moving river to speed up and turn into a white water river.
"Charge!" Tyson ran ahead with Xana so that they could lead the charge, the juggernaut division following close behind. Tyson noticed a big problem with crossing the now shallow river, it cause everyone to be very slow and were made easy targets, arrows and spells were almost making it seem to rain, the quick flowing water was also tripping some of the troops.
Xana looked at the increasing amount of stuff being thrown upon them and cutting down the numbers of cleansing fire rapidly, she quickly readied a very powerful spell that she didn't like to use and cast it with a grunt of effort, a gigantic wall of ice formed in front of the army and a little bit above them, it was five feet thick at it's thickest.
"pant pant That was more exausting than I thought it would be, if it was a fire wall I wouldn't be breaking a sweat but this should last longer." She quickly brought out a restore magicka potion and chugged it down, it wouldn't do much as her magicka reserve was just too massive to have a potion restore even half of it, but this would let her continue fighting.
"Tyson, go on ahead, I'll stay with some of the forces to divert their attention, you gather the attack wave." Tyson nodded and went to go do that, Xana leaned against the ice wall and let out a sigh, "Not even half an hour in and I'm already out. I sometimes a hate being a mage, the more powerful you are the more exhausted you are if you run out of magicka, now, time to suck it up." She pushed herself from the wall and trudged over to the forces left by Tyson, the water was getting colder now, kind of refreshing actually.
The Cleansing fire troops were wading through the water close behind the juggernauts, with them having their tower shields raised high to deflect arrows. Tyson had his old Dragonplate shield out as the sheer amount of arrows was making it hard to dodge them.
"I can't believe I forgot to make Draconite shields, I feel so stupid." He actually got so angry he started charging across the river, jumping across any deep parts and not stopping for anything, when he finally got across he started shooting at any soldier he saw, dropping his shield and taking out his sword in his other hand, slicing and shooting his way through the ranks, his eyes glowing with rage(he really hates it when he forgets things like that O_o). When the rest of the army made it to him they didn't have many soldiers or nobles left to kill, when Tyson finally calmed down he saw what he did.
"Oops, I did it again didn't I? Oh well, back to the attack." He quickly ordered the army to charge across the rubble of the once majestic wall of Londinium.
The merchant district was the one that they had ended up in, the buildings were mostly made from grey stone with wooden framing and high peaked roofs, the cobblestone streets were stained with blood from both sides and spilled gunpowder. Sarah fletcher, the forth division Commander was facing what had to be thee most ridiculous thing she had ever experienced.
"I said surrender, throw down your weapons and grovel at my feet you disgusting filth. I am the best general of this wonderous army and the most powerful, General George Mordant of Clover, now GROVEL!" The man talking was very short and fat, sitting on a horse that made him seem even tinier and he was wearing very frilly silk dress clothes, he looked like he was hosting a party, not leading an army. His teeth were disgusting and he had a very twirly mustache that just made him look more ridiculous, even his voice grated on Sarah's nerves. Sarah's brow twitched and she looked over to the closest ranger to her.
"Shoot this eyesore and do it fast, I don't want to look at him." The ranger lifted her rifle and took the shot, but it just bounced off of some kind of forcefield surrounding the general.
"Hahahahaha! As if your mere pebbles could break through my impenetrable wind barrier, now attack my loyal soldiers!" The soldiers surrounding him reluctantly charged forwards with their spears, Sarah quickly had her troops attack the normal soldiers while she dealt with these. She quickly killed them all, them being surprised at how fast she could swing her gigantic sword, she just electrocuted the rest with her free hand.
"These cannonfodder almost seem weaker than the normal soldiers, how do you recruit your personal guards, picking out the strongest looking guy from a bar?" when she saw the general look away sheepishly she looked at him in shock, "Wait, I wasn't being serious, you really did that? That is probably the most unprofessional thing I have ever heard of." The noble shook his head and yelled at the group behind him.
"Get over here you nitwits, what's taking you so long?" Sarah saw two nobles in decorative silver armor ran up, they weren't looking very comfortable in it and their sword-wands looked to be made of gold, they sent powerful wind blades at her that she dodged. Sarah dashed over to them in a blink, being the fastest troop in Cleansing fire, and tried to cut through the obviously inferior armor with her sword, instead of cutting right through the armor like she thought it would, her sword made a small gash in the metal, she then noticed a slight glow from the armor.
"magically reinforced armor? That's a lazy way to make armor, I'll just have to go for the JOJNTS!" she dashed forwards and around them, stabbing with her ebony dagger in between the plates of the armor, managing to stab flesh at almost every hit. When she stopped she looked at them, the blood started seeping from the armor and they dropped to their knees, she hadn't hit anything vital so they might live if she didn't do anything else.
Sarah raised her hand and threw a basic shock spell at them, they dropped and she notice they were still alive. She approached them again but the general from before blocked her way, she was two heads taller than him and he still tried to looked superior while he had his staff that was taller that him raised at her.
"Now why would you hit a downed man, you Cleaning heat people must be downright barbaric if you would stoop that low-" He was interrupted by her foot meeting his face, the roundhouse kick sent him flying into a house and knocked the breath out of him. Sarah looked at him with a terrifying expression when he got back up.
"There is no sjuch thing as Honor in war, it is to kill the enemy and win for your leader, and that is that, if you wish to die that much sooner than so be it." She raised her sword into a stabbing charge position(you can tell I have no real knowledge on swordplay ha ha) and charged at him, George hurriedly raised his barrier again.
"There is no way you can penetra-!" Sarah's sword had gone right through his barrier and had cut off half of his neck, Sarah just pushed a little more and he was dead. She then walked away to rejoin the main fight.
Tyson's main assault force had made their way into the rich district of the city, the castle wasn't far away now and he saw that it was more tower-like than anything, it was called the Tower of Londinium after all. He looked at the personal guard of Cromwell, they all wore very heavy looking steel plate armor and had two-handed swords. Tyson had his more powerful mages throw some Fireballs at them while he readied a normal sized firestorm, when it was charged up he ran ahead and released it when he was close enough, most of the guards were burnt to a crisp while the remainder ran away.
"We don't get paid enough for this shite." Was the most common thing heard as they ran away, Tyson ignored them and tried to open the doors, he saw numurous holes in the door and remembered his adventures in Nordic tombs.
"Oh fu-" spears came from every hole and one pierced his neck hitting the artory, the armor dutifuly blocking the rest. H backed up while gripping the spear in an iron grip, taking it with him and shooing away the troops that tried to help him, he skillfully unfastened the speartip from the spear and pulled the pole from his neck, blood squirting out with every heartbeat, he quickly used a focused fast healing spell on his neck and when the skin sealed up, he drank the most powerful Healing potion he had, the wound healed up but he knew that it wasn't completely healed yet and that he would have a scar, but he could still fight Alduin again and win, so he got back up and approached the door, letting his complaints be Heard.
"Fus ro dah!" The Force of his furious Voice blasted the doors back into the wall at the end of the hallway, the enemies behind it being splattered and crushed by the heavy oak doors. Tyson just kept on walking and went through the keep, the troops following behind feeling useless as he just killed anyone they came across. When he got to the throne room he saw the wretch of a man on the throne, with wine in hand and a drunken face. Cromwell staggered up, barely able to stay standing, and tried to cast a spell with his scepter styled staff, Tyson just sent a firebolt at it and it went flying. Cromwell then panicked as he was useless without his staff.
"Sheffield! Attack this, the-hic these attackars." Tyson walked up to him while looking around for this Sheffield, he couldnt find anyone so he drew his blade and pointed it at Cromwells neck while he backed up into his throne with sweat pouring off him,"This cant be happening! This Founder damned commoner rabble couldn't poissibly win!" Cromwell finally noticed Tysons features.
"What are you supposed to be? hic Some kind of demonic elf?" Tyson rolled his eyes, why does every noble say that? He stabbed Cromwell's heart and said before he could finish dieing.
"It does not matter, as you aren't even worth a burial." Tyson then raised his other hand and burned the man alive, increasing the heat until he was nothing but ash, Tyson was about to go and help clean up the city but he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, it was a ring with a blue gem, it had somehow survived his fire that could melt ebony, he picked up the red hot metal and looked it over, it was giving of extreme levels of magical power and gave off the, uh, vibe of water, he pocketed it and walked away, it could be investigated further later, Tyson still had half the city to take.
The last renments of Reconquista were cleansed from Londinium and Tyson looked over the conquered city with Xana, they both could see that it wasn't really fit to be a capital anymore and was mostly destroyed, many of the buildings were collapsed and half the city wall was at the bottom of the river, the keep was burning as Tyson hadn't been careful about burning Cromwell and the merchant's district had flooded from the risen river, Tyson knew one thing and that was this would not be the capital, it might be a marsh soon enough.
"Guess we will have to use Raoul as a temporary Capitol for now, but we need to set up defences as soon as possible, I think Gallia might attack us soon if the papers I took from Londinium Tower before it burned are any indication." Tyson had thoughts running through his head but Xana interrupted him before he could get too into it.
"We need to make the victory official with the people first, and what are we going to call this nation now, are we going to stick with Albion?" Tyson's eyes hardened as he looked over to the commanders and the army behind them, he stated clearly and loudly so that they could all hear him.
"We have won and taken this country as our's, and as the Cleansing Fire we have burnt away the old and corrupt nobility, I think we should burn away the old Albion, and form a new nation from the embers! A clean slate where you don't have to suffer everyday under any kind of nobles, this new country shall be called, Lokriis!" The whole army cheered and raised their weapons, cheering for the new tomorrow and the glory of Lokriis.
After everything settled down and two thirds of the military were honorably discharged but still able to be called upon to fight if needed, Tyson and Xana were crowned king and queen, using Draconite crowns with nine blood colored rubies imbedded in each, with the ninth one being the largest in the front, they had the word kinbok in tiny golden dragon-script between each ruby. The crowns looked exactly the same and were tall and spiky, they still wore their Draconite armor, it was more leaderly than any clothes could be without seeming wimpy (silk, pft!), besides, Tyson made very comfortable armor.
Tyson had a flag made, it had a stylized Dovah head with Geltaglah's colors, the background was blood-red and there was swirly silver clouds with bits of emerald color on top of them, if you looked closely you could see Lokriis in dragonscript in each cloud, the words a slightly darker silver, it represented the new country perfectly, the nation in the sky lead by Dovah, conquered with a cleansing flame. (if you dis this flag I will hate you with every fiber of my being!)
Tyson and Xana had given all of the commanders large houses and a moderate allowance, Siesta refused as she wanted to live with her family but ended up in one anyway with Anthony.
Tyson actually had a new idea for transportation, his steambull was very expensive and couldn't take to the roads outside of the city very well so he had a design that was probably more dependable and affordable for more people, it required a set of metal tracks though as what he had in mind would be very heavy (you know what im talking about. That car thing he made is ridiculously expensive so it isn't very popular.).
He was taken out of his inventor state of mind by the architect that he was discussing his capital idea with, the man was very skeptical about his location though, but with Tyson's new Sky-barge invention (basically a platform held up by sky crystals and pulled by airships.), you could build basically anywhere.
Tylermech66-This seems like a weird place to end somehow, anyways, they've dunnit, I've had that country name in my head for a while and just had to use it. Strangly, I just thought of how it would look like if Lokriis was in Hetalia, she would look like a babby Xana with steampunky clothes, I know, strange right?
Lokriis-Hello, I've just been born, how can I talk? (Also, why is that guy in the silk clothes burning in the background?)
Tylermech66-oh gods no, please don't tell me I've got to take care of a baby now? (Also, that is Albion, ignore him, he's not important anymore.)
Lokriis-I think you do, now please review and favorite and follow and Tylermech66 might actually make a custom picture of my cute babby face for the cover of the story.
Tylermech66-Wut? No! I don't even have an art thing on my computer or the skills to do that, ehem, if one of you guys do though, please, make one and send me the link to it, I would love that, now bye.
Lokriis-bye!