[Fort Foley] The Corridor of Liberation

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[Fort Foley] The Corridor of Liberation

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The helicopter hovered over its designated landing area, a cleared out spot in Fort Foley's central courtyard, before slowly descending. Its livery identified it as belonging to the Musican Navy Air Arm, which is precisely where it came from. In this instance, however, it was serving the needs of one Prefect Sabrai Paxaa of Blue Company, and supporting staff. The staff itself was a conglomeration of officers stolen from the Goldshiran and Musican expeditionary forces, accumulated to produce a new, temporary General Staff for "Battlegroup 1", the collection of Elwynnese units residing in and around Fort Foley. Once they secured that fortification, guarding the rural outskirts of Shirekeep, they apparently made themselves at home. A massive host, sitting on the edge of the Imperial Capital, with no indication that they intended to go anywhere.

It was said that Royston Merrick's reasons were legitimate defensiveness in a paranoid age. It was also said that he had a dark companion that cast a shadow over his psyche, one that training had allowed him to control and satisfy in small, indirect means: in the role of a government official, he could instigate the suffering of many more than he himself could do as an individual man, and could corrupt and fracture the minds of those ordered to fulfill his commands as a bonus. Nonetheless, it was not enough. All in all, his last act did demonstrate characteristics to be proud of. There was unwavering resolve, undistracted by fear. There was efficiency and patience, preparing the road far in advance. And at the very least, it showed that he was an excellent marksman. Many people who try to kill themselves by shooting themselves in the head are hesitant and the fear leads to a last-moment slip, leaving a painful, sometimes debilitating but nonfatal wound. Not Royston Merrick. There was resolve, not only to dispose of himself, but to dispose of every officer in his Headquarters company, as well as everyone in Battlegroup 1 with the rank of Major or higher, all in one room, in one evening, with one gun.

The first hypothesis was acute brassicosis, a theory soundly dismissed by the autopsy. Besides, Mr Merrick was regularly seen and widely known to imbibe a thimble of the brassicotic antidote every morning, and stored a large quantity of it at Fort Foley to keep Battlegroup 1 well-innoculated.

Some said that the body wearing his plain, unadorned uniform was not, in fact, Royston Merrick, but a planted body so that he could escape pending an arrest warrant. It turns out that Battlegroup 3 was given orders to overthrow the Elirian Government, and its commander chose to disobey, alerting the other Battlegroup commanders as well as the Prince's Court itself. Only Battlegroup 1, which Mr Merrick was in personal command of, in order to oversee the recovery of Shirekeep, remained in his hands. Now, it was in the hands of Prefect Paxaa.

As the helicopter's engines cycled down, a set of company-grade officers approached it to greet their new commander and her staff. One of them, leading the group, had a colonel's insignia carelessly pinned to his collar. He saluted.

"Lieu-- uh... Colonel Utasean, ma'am."

Excellent, Sabrai thought to herself. Lieutenant to Brevet Colonel. She nodded and, along with her new staff, was led inside.

The map room was not the location of Royston Merrick's last deed, thankfully, and thus the staff accumulated there with the newly-promoted senior officers, to brief them on things to come. Laid out was a map of the general vicinity of Shirekeep.



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[Fort Foley] The Corridor of Liberation, Part 2

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A gaggle of newly-minted senior officers collected in the map room of Fort Foley. There were seats set up for them, which they automatically sat into without being directed to do so. Before them was the gigantic map of the vicinity of Shirekeep. On the far side stood the so-called "Sentinel Prefect". She was of average build, average height, and bore an average face. She bore an southern Elwynnese name, Sabrai Paxaa. The same could not be said about those who stood to her sides. To her right was a Goldshiran Major, while a Musican Captain shuffled papers to her left. Around the three were a number of lesser staff with lesser-recognized uniforms, or none at all.

The map of Shirekeep was backlit and composed of layers. Blue marked the River Elwynn and the canals. Black marked streets. Orange outlines marked the location of the Reynardine Wall, as well as the outer layers of the Keep's fortifications. Laid out atop this static map were colored markers, either "FRIENDLY" green or "HOSTILE" red.

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Just from a quick glance, the former lieutenants and captains could make out the overall pattern: hostile groups were inside the Reynardine Wall, friendly groups were outside. There were two notable exceptions: the eastern districts were marked in striped red/green, where Goldshiran soldiers were hard at work, and Lichkeep, marked in grey, to signify that it was now considered a separate municipality and, according to the Prefect of Lichkeep, totally without incident.

The briefing began as soon as everyone was assembled.

"Thanks to the geography and static defenses of Shirekeep, our forces are limited to two amphibious landing locations: the old docks of the Commercial district and the inlet separating the Audente Quarter from Raynor's Keep. As you can see from the map before you, the Apollonian Guard holds the Landsraad Building, denying access to the old docks.

"The Inlet is inside the walls, complicating any landing attempt. On top of that, Raynor's Keep has recently demonstrated its capacity to control its immediate surroundings."

One of the attending staff laid another large transparency atop the rest. It was a large, wide, light blue line, leading from John Metzler III University to the footsteps of Raynor's Keep.

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"Our position at Fort Foley, however, gives us a unique option: an all-land route into the center of the Capital.

"The obvious entry point is the 'Rim of Civilization' Gate. The Apollonian Guard, however, knows this, and has seen fit to fortify the entire Rim District. The House of Sakat itself has become a fortress in its own right.

"Instead, we will take advantage of the geography of Shirekeep and penetrate just south of the Rapid Transit Hub. From there, we will blow out the bridges that cross the canals and use it as a barrier. Our first objective is to capture John Metzler III University. It has an independent power source, is lightly manned, and has been set up as a supply depot and support facility.

"The University will serve as our base of operations inside the Capital. From there, the main body of our force will travel along the length of this corridor to bring action upon Raynor's Keep from the land. This objective will be coordinated with our warships at the Confluence."

A pointer was brought forward and traced the outer edges of the wide blue ribbon.

"The path that we're taking has been dubbed the Corridor of Liberation. As we traverse it, skirmishing parties will screen our progress and conduct a door-to-door search for brassicosis survivors. Those with early-to-middle-stage brassicosis will be directed to the University for treatment. If they are in late-stage brassicosis or prove hostile, the standing order is on-site euthanasia."

There was silence. Some nodding. The Elwynnese had borne witness to their own share of the brassicotic horror. An entire Elwynnese county had been overcome by the plant and its toxins. Fort Foley itself, normally surrounded by farms and woodlands, now found itself in the middle of a field of dead, rootless dirt. Soldiers regularly exercised anti-sand procedures to avoid breathing the crumbling topsoil that transformed into dust clouds with every gust of wind.

"We break camp starting tomorrow morning. By that point, fire teams and crews will be issued guidelines on how to distinguish the different stages of brassicosis and make educated assessments in the field."

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Oi. That map is outdated and doesn't have the city parks on it.

e: And now I'm panicking because puu.sh deleted the map D:

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Complain to Jonas. It's based on his map.

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[Westshire, Outer Shirekeep] The Reynardine Wall

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Ever since Shirekeep was, there was a city wall. In the alternating periods of peace and strife, of prosperity and downturn, of prestige and neglect, those walls have risen and fallen. All of the old walls were torn down in time, so that new walls could be erected around the next stage of growth. Where those old walls stood, one could now find thoroughfares in an otherwise shapeless morass of alleyways and side streets.

Prefect Sabrai Paxaa reflected on this as she gazed out upon the city wall that stood between the Elwynnese battlegroup and the city inside. The Reynardine Wall was considered to be one of the greatest treasures of modern Shireroth. It enclosed Shirekeep as it was at the close of the Third Age of Shireroth, excluding those parts across the river. It has since expanded beyond it into Halluci Shire and Westshire -- where Sabrai Paxaa was now standing -- but these areas were suburbs in the shadow of the great city that loomed inside those colossal walls. Those walls were breathtaking and daunting.

Despite the singular word "wall", the Reynardine Wall was, in fact, two walls, three if one were to count the escarpment on the inner side of the canals. That escarpment was a short wall with a meager crenellation, but it also possessed a gallery, within which soldiers could fire out through slits. Behind the Scarp was the Outer Wall. If anything could be credited to Kaiser Reynardine, it was this wall, erected from nothing. Despite its outmoded style of decoration, the regular watchtowers provided excellent platforms for light artillery. Behind that stood the Inner Wall, glorious and majestic, gigantic and looming, built up and refortified several times over since the first city wall was placed there during the Third Era. The Inner Wall was now thicker than most buildings. Its watchtowers alternated with those of the Outer Wall.

On the near side of the canals, there had once been polyhedral earthworks, but these had long been replaced as the land was sold off. There were many patches of park space within this fringe along the northwestern side of the canal, still with a topography that confessed its former life.

Had the Reynardine Wall been fully manned, the Elwynnese Battlegroup now gathering across the canal would have broken against it without consequence. As much as it was built in opulent majesty, it was not decadent. It was brutal.

Today, however, the pristine wall was quiet, the morning sunlight making long shadows on its rose-colored granite face.

"Fire."

The explosive crackle echoed against the walls as Elwynnese artillery began firing, a few at first, and then entire waves. The artillery pieces gripped into the thick, overgrown grass of the park as they fired. With each shot, large chunks of granite blew off, revealing the next layer of stone. Soon enough, the first layers of steel-reinforced concrete below were exposed. All of the shots were concentrated on a single part of the Inner Wall, between two watchtowers, and directly behind one of the Outer Wall's towers. At the tops of the two inner towers, Elwynnese soldiers, standing next to planted Elwynnese flags, kept watch, while engineers checked that the trajectory was sound.

Because Shirekeep was built atop a series of steeply-faced hills, the city walls were constructed to take full advantage of it, so that if the wall were ever breached, an attacker would still have to fight upwards. With the Reynardine Wall, many hillsides were filled out and extended so that they rested flush with the wall, exaggerating that effect so that, in many places, the street level immediately inside the Inner Wall was two stories above the ground level immediately outside the Outer Wall. The Elwynnese wanted to make sure that they were burrowing a hole that would line up with the streets inside.

The thunderous echoes sent a chill up the spines of everyone standing there. Yet another barrage, and the Reynardine Wall continued to hold. A gaping cavity forming where they fired, but still unmoved.

The Musican staff officer, Captain Sordino, made a signal with his hand, and the nearest artillery battery loaded their guns and fired. Their payloads dug deep into the maw, boring deep holes with tendrils of liquid-hot metal. The follow-up barrage of regular fire served to expand on this, accelerating the process and widening the hole. Pieces of reinforcement bars, steel plates, and concrete tumbled out of the hole in regular amounts with each wave. And yet the wall remained.


After several hours of this, Sabrai Paxaa went to wander by the riverside, where Elwynnese soldiers were using napalm to burn bales of cabbage plants. A doctor was inspecting a couple of residents that they had found. One, writhing on the ground, splotches of blood both hers and not, torn clothes and clods of dirt, her eyes rolled back into her head. She was pronounced as Late-Stage and euthanized for her trouble. Her son, if it was her son, was violent and was thus also euthanized. Both were still useful for autopy.

Also here, in the rear of Battlegroup 1, engineers were preparing for the next step. This particular location had the benefit of being close to one of the internal canals, meaning that the street level inside was not as high, and that there would be a submerged floodgate here to provide the foundation for a makeshift bridge. This bridge was already in position and had allowed Elwynnese soldiers to storm the walls and secure them. Once the hole through the Inner Wall was made to the streets inside, the remaining bridge pieces would be hoisted into place and welded together.


"We've hit rubble." Announced an aide.

Rubble was a good sign. It meant that they had finally hit the wall's core. It also meant that they were only halfway through, and the rubble absorbed energy quite well by dissipating rather than shattering.

"Nothing much for us to do but keep going and hope that the Apollonian Guard doesn't decide to intervene."

Spotlights were lit up on the Reynardine Wall, the hole now wider than one of the watchtowers and deeply dug in. And yet the wall remained, as if the hole did nothing to affect it. The wall seemed to mock them. At the base of the inner towers, Elwynnese soldiers set up machine gun nets and barriers, as well as heavy illumination to counteract the pitch blackness that the city experienced at night.

And across the Elwynn to the right, the Sun began to set.

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[Shirekeep] The Hub, Part 1

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Prefect Sabrai Paxaa's vehicle rattled along the top of the steel girder bridge, slipping from one side to another due to insufficient traction. The engineers had welded metal grating onto the surface to give tires something to grip as they pulled, but it did nothing to stop lateral drift. The driver made a silent prayer to the Lady before traversing the gap between the Outer Wall and the Inner Wall, towards the completed hole.

When Sabrai had asked one of the Technical Sergeants about it, he shrugged and said that there was no time to pave it.

So be it.

The vehicle bumped over the transition from the bridge to the streets of the Hub District. A dense fog continued to drift between the buildings, one that was only now beginning to clear in the late-morning sunlight. Everything glowed white and vanished after a block or so. There was rubble and garbage scattered throughout the streets, as well as pieces of flesh and tattered clothes.

Ahead, in the fog, there was a burst of gunfire, followed shortly thereafter by a few more, then finally... silence. There was no life here. Trees withered in ash-grey soil. Half a body was reduced to bones. It smelled stale, not even rotten and foul anymore. Wind whistled weakly. An APC drove through the hole in the Reynardine Wall and rolled up to a column of its kin, which began to drive off in the direction of the scattered gunfire.

A couple of civilians were speaking with a soldier, who was holding up the distributed Brassicosis Assessment Guide and issuing them questions to examine their reasoning capacity. One of the civilians swung a punch at the soldier without warning, and was felled by a shot to the head. The other civilian began to weep and struggled to hold their companion up against the body's limp weight. The soldier executed the other one once they also attempted to attack him. In two days, a doctor would categorize these two as Early-Stage, Low-Exposure Civilians with evidence of several weeks of physical abuse, dehydration, and malnutrition. The soldier would defend himself by saying he followed the guide and they turned hostile.

There were three bridges which crossed over the canal west of the Kaiser's Boulevard. Sappers rushed along the canal to reach these in rapid order, and set explosives on them. The bridge for Kaiser's Boulevard was too much of a historical setpiece, featuring statues of Shirerithian historical figures depicted as larger-than-life heroes, each raising a sword so that traffic -- and triumphal marches -- would pass under the sword arch. Instead, tank traps and directional mines were set in place to severely displease anyone who wished to make use of the bridge.

Now, with the Hub District effectively divided in half, the Elwynnese flank was secure for its move to John Metzler III University.

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[Shirekeep] The Hub, Part 2

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Guardsmen from the Rim lay fresh on the avenue leading up to John Metzler III University. None of them appeared to be moving anymore, but everyone in the machine gun pits kept their place.

Corporal Venner turned to Sergeant Nagel. "Is it better or worse that their tactics are becoming less sophisticated?"

Sergeant Nagel gave a snicker. Less sophisticated was one way of putting it. "They just run into it now. I guess the cabbage is finally wearing them out."

Wearing them out like it wore out the civilians who came. They came in search of flesh and violence. First it was organized gangs with makeshift armaments, then human wave attacks, and finally semi-directionless individuals. Now, those stationed at the University haven't seen a civilian in weeks. Their attackers now were all fellow members of the Apollonian Guards. When holding the open city became untenable, the 2nd Apollonian Guards Division was divided between guarding The Rim of Civilization against the Elwynnese and setting up John Metzler III University for supply and support, and as a fall-back position. 3rd Raynor Guards, 5th Raynor Guards, 3rd Apollo Cavalry, 1st Sun Support found a home at the university campus, which they quickly fortified to keep the rebelling, brassicotic civilian population out.

And then their brethren at the Rim launched an attack, then another, and another. 1st Raynor Guards, 2nd Raynor Guards, 4th Raynor Guards, 1st Mounted Artillery all supplied that attack. They used pincer attacks and feigned retreats and diversionary tactics. In the first attack, those at the University lost half their number. They bombed out and leveled most of the buildings surrounding them to give themselves clear lines of fire. Clear lines of fire to repel their own fellow soldiers, fellow Apollonian Guardsmen.

It was the cabbage. It was in the water supply almost everywhere in Shirekeep. The Apollonian Guard was ordered to limit themselves to secure, purified cisterns at key locations. That purification did not hold, and slowly, each location went silent on the radio. During the third attack from the Rim, their own radio tower was taken out... two of their own at the University who had also been taken by the cabbage and had decided that the traitors amongst them would use the radio against them.

They at the University became more careful about their water consumption and usage. They boiled their water thoroughly. They drank pre-bottled beverages that they found on-site, until those ran out. They had begun to smell but found ways to keep some measure of cleanliness. But it was all for naught; they were all slowly succumbing. Paranoid thoughts. Voices. Sometimes they saw things out of the corner of their eyes. Only the fear of attack from the outside, fear of the other beyond their walls, kept a semblance of order. Those who were more susceptible and were taken by the cabbage were given a clean death. Those who were less susceptible were left to wait until their own time would come. The University Health Center's supply of antidepressants and sedatives were now depleted.

Men regularly discussed how Colonel Dalheim of 5th Raynors Guards, the highest-ranking officer to have survived by this point, stayed up all night, speaking to someone who wasn't there. Outside the University, Shirekeep continued to grind down. Their brothers outside continued to attack. Their own numbers dwindled.




In the distance, a number of tanks and IFVs turned onto University Avenue. Sergeant Nagel asked Corporal Venner if he also saw that. The guardsmen of the Rim had long-since ceased to use armored vehicles. Corporal Venner ran inside the makeshift gateway into the University to report to the officer on duty. As the armored vehicles came closer, Sergeant Nagel saw that these were not of the design and paintscheme used by the Apollonian Guards. One of them flew an Elwynnese pendent.

From the gateway, a booming voice spoke. It was the rewired speaker system, back when they hoped that they could warn off an attack instead of be forced to mow people down.

"Approaching soldiers, identify yourself!"

The column of armored vehicles rolled to a stop. After a quiet moment, they responded. "Elwynnese Union Forces. Stand down or be fired upon."

Now Colonel Dalheim's voice came on their speakers. "Send a delegation to negotiate terms. We will meet halfway."




Despite identifying themselves as Elwynnese, Colonel Dalheim and his staff found themselves facing a mixed sort. Musicans and Goldshirans and Elwynnese together, along with two who had an unrecognized uniform. One of those spoke as their commander.

The discussion was short. Colonel Dalheim was ready to stand down. Knowing that the nightly discussions with Kaiser Omoteotl I were because his mind was slowly breaking would do that. The Elwynnese delegation spoke of an antidote, and they asked about the affliction status of those inside the University, and they were pleased with the answer. They shrugged off Colonel Dalheim's support for Balarak Alaion's claim to the throne, and Colonel Dalheim recognized that the Landsraad had spoken. Kaiser Omoteotl I had told him that they would, sooner or later.

The two delegations began to walk towards the University's gateway, and the armored vehicles started up again, following them in. As they passed between the machine gun pits, Colonel Dalheim leaned over to Prefect Sabrai Paxaa and said, "Be aware. Before Raynor's Keep went silent, they claimed to have their own enthroned Kaiser. No mercy."

John Metzler III University passed into the hands of Kaiser Aiomide without a shot.

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[Fort Foley] The Corridor of Liberation, Part 3

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As elements of Elwynnese Battlegroup 1 made its way closer to the Prefectural Palace, there were more and more signs that not all was well there. The location was chosen by the Apollonian Guards because of its defensive potential as they established control over the city. The Prefectural Palace was itself designed to serve as an urban fortification in times of desperate need; being located so close to Raynor's Keep meant that any need for a fortification there was desperate by default.

Skinless bodies rotted in the sunlight, dried out with nothing to keep the moisture in. Rough cuts in the flesh to remove slabs of human meat.

When the Prefect of the City surrendered authority to the Apollonian Guard, the message was "Shirekeep belongs to the cabbage now". Painted in long-dried human blood on the buildings leading up to the Prefectural Palace, now in view, was a new message: "I can't say no".

Nobody was particularly keen in finding out what the question was.

On the curtain wall of the Palace itself, the words again. I can't say no. Above the gateway, left wide open with no pretense to defense. I can't say no. Here, however, the substance used to paint the words was not human blood. Not human blood.




Tanks and IFVs established a perimeter around the Prefectural Palace, while infantry fire teams cleared the surrounding buildings. No survivors had been left unskinned and unused. Once the perimeter was established, Elwynnese soldiers walked beneath the words and entered the palace courtyard.

It seemed abandoned and laid to waste, but one soldier saw it. It was crouched on the edge of one of the palace's low, wide drum towers. Its animalistic stance cloaked in the shadow of the palace, yet still obviously blue-purple in skin tone. Then there was another, silently, motionlessly lurking above them. And another. And more. They watched, gargoyles of flesh.

"We are part of Elwynnese Battlegroup 1, here to restore order to Shirekeep and under the command of Kaiser Aiomide I. Stand down, and we can provide you with medical assistance and transportation home."

Sentinel Adeion, the officer in charge of this detachment, was unsure how they would respond. Safirans were said to be telepathic to avoid the language barrier, but were known to understand their language. Did they too now "belong to the cabbage"?




The first one spotted tumbled to the ground in a pile of limbs yet strangely elegantly, however inhumanly. Once at the foot of the Prefectural Palace, it approached, while the others continued to watch silently. Sentinel Adeion saw something was amiss as it did so. This one, like the others above, had no clothing, but wore only a utility belt of standard Apollonian Guard issue. Their skin looked pallid and ashen, still varying from blue to violet, but like a leaf that was just beginning to lose its green. Their hands and feet were flesh colored -- or rather, human-flesh colored, different hues of rosy pink to olive and more, inconsistent with the skin color of the body.

When the first forward was sufficiently close, the horror began to sink in. He was human. They were all human. They had killed every last one of the Safirans here and carefully removed their skin to wear over their own, with holes at the wrists and ankles for their hands and feet. The skin of a lithe nonhuman stretched onto the body of a muscular man. Human eyes, deep with brassicosis, watched blinklessly and hungrily from behind dead Safiran eyelids. There were no seams to suggest that they sewed the skin suits together. Instead, the only large opening was in the hollow of the thigh, through which human loins hung freely.

The closest of these abominations had a small, precise bullet hole in the Safiran skin at the location of the Safiran heart. A ring of not-quite human blood stained the hole, and pale flesh shone from beneath it.

Ululating echoed throughout the complex, seemingly coming from nowhere yet everywhere. It was inhuman and chilling, and the Safiran-adorned men began to rush the Elwynnese position in the center of the courtyard. The order to fire was never issued, but they began to fire all the same.




Many of these abominable combinations of Man and Safiran lay twitching on the ground, once enough bullets pierced them. Human blood began to pool inside their Safiran skin. Many more continued to rush them. Upon reaching them, they used knives to cut into necks and wrists and other exposed places on whatever soldier they could reach, in order to begin consuming their blood and flesh. The more agile used their victims as both food and shield, as they drew the life out of them and pushed further forward.

It was decided, once every last of these had been thoroughly killed, to burn the bodies then and there. The smell of human flesh and Safiran skin mingled with one another in that bonfire, as the Elwynnese did the work to establish their presence there at the Prefectural Palace.

Raynor's Keep rose up in the distance to the southeast, just a short distance from here, on the end of the Kaiser's Boulevard.

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( :| that was creepy)
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