Notice of Visit

Historical archive of Walstadt under the reign of the Von Walstadt family.
Locked
Continuator
"The devil in the details"
Posts: 2550
Joined: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm

Notice of Visit

Post by Continuator »


A barque flying the flag of Goldshire entered into Whaling harbour of the port of Walstadt. Four row boats were lowered into the cold waters and marked a brisk time with their oars as they cut a path between the whaling boats that jostled for position by the quayside. Mooring by the harbour steps the party of seventy-five disreputable looking men, dressed in the scarlet attire of some obscure host of Benacian cossacks, and carrying the patented ESB Anti-Kraken Rifle in addition to their trusty shashka, rawhide whip, dirks and broomhandle machine pistol, quickly climbed up onto the jetty and formed up into a guard party. Their presence attracting curious glances from the hard bitten mariners and other salt-encrusted denizens of the harbour side. As the advance party of cossacks waited, the boats returned to the barque and collected another contingent. This party, who now joined the cossacks on the jetty, comprised of 35 Babkhi, sporting sharp pin-striped suits, jaunty red fezzes and carrying brown leather violin cases, who lounged indolently as they waited, casting mocking glances at the crowd of Walstaders who were beginning to assemble. The other 40 men who had arrived with these boatloads comprised of some of the sailors from the ship, carrying bill hooks, flensing knives and the occasional revolver tucked into a waistband. One of these men was a grey-bearded and irascible looking fellow in a mariners cap and dark navy blue jacket who had, fastened to his waist, a naval cutlass in its battered leather scabbard, and carried a submachine gun. Finally the zombots, who had been tirelessly rowing too and throw between the barque and the harbour steps, climbed up onto the jetty, dragging with them heavy lead lined packing cases.

Seeing that they were all assembled, the man in the mariner's cap growled that he expected the buggers to get on with their duty. The bespoke-tailored Babkhi sauntered off towards the rows of shops belonging to provisioners and wholesalers, where they began to sample the merchandise and to have a quiet word in the ear of some of the other customers, that they might want to make themselves scarce for the next hour or so. The cossacks shouldered their Kraken Rifles split into three groups. One group of 30 briskly jogged off in the direction of the Northern Gun Battery covering the Whalers Harbour, while another group of 30 turned off in the opposite direction and pounded the cobbles with their boots as they charged off towards the Southern Gun Battery. 38 of the crowd of mariners formed up into rowdy mob, making a noise appropriate for a group twice their size and loudly went to announce themselves to the taverns and whorehouses of the port district, if such could be found. This left the blue-jacketed mariner, a party of 15 cossacks and another sailor of a more boyish appearance. To the boy he passed a letter and told him to take it presently to the Palace known as House Walstadt.

The boy saluted - to which the older man growled his harsh disapproval - and ran off to find his way to the palace. At little while later the following found its way into the hands of a junior member of the palace guard.
Image

For Delivery to the Great Enlightened King
[spoiler]To his excellency, Welf Blutwasser-Ayreon-Kalirion von Walstadt zu Schneedünen, Lord of Walstadt, greetings;

I beg leave to report, pursuant to Article VIII of the Treaty between His Most Bovic Majesty the Emperor of the Natopians and His Majesty and Niftiness the Kaiser of Shireroth (done at the Matrimonial Palace of Ardashirshahr in 1622), that my crew has come ashore at Walstadt for the purpose of buying up provisions for the ESB Colony on Ura'Bos. Specifically the ESB group has authorised me to offer letters of credit to all cooperating merchants in return for taking possession of all available stores of salt beef, whale meat, whale oil, gunpowder and liquor, presently held in the warehouses of Walstadt.

I have the honour to remain, your obedient servant,

Captain Avid Jaggery
Master and Commander of the ESB Trading Barque Seahawk[/spoiler]
Captain Jaggery meanwhile had taken his party of 15 cossacks across to the Customs House where they were presently engaged in the relaxing pursuit of shaking down worried looking clerks and demanding to see the records of any vessel sailing too or from Jingdao. The Captain, as he absent-mindedly sifted through the various ledgers and bills of lading, would periodically enquire whether anyone knew the whereabouts of Aqa al-Zaraqi and Aqa Heinrich, as they had certain matters of business to transact.

Welf von Walstadt

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Welf von Walstadt »

As soon as the Great Enlightened King received the message he cursed.

"Damned foreigners! First the whores from Stormark came here quoting a treaty, now the loonies from Goldshire come and do the same. I'm sure they are up to no good, with their false letters of credit, but my hands are fucking tied."

A scribe at the court nodded and started working on a reply.
Master Avid,

It is with great reluctance that we welcome you in our realm. While we uphold the quoted treaty and you have some rights, we will only accommodate them in so far as we are legally obliged. We will allow you to stay and buy the necessary supplies to leave our realm again, but we will not authorize our warehouses to sell you more supplies than you can reasonably need for your travel, nor will we authorize them to accept letters of credit. Please be advised that there are no civil warehouses in Walstadt. If there is anything we can do to expedite your departure, do not hasten to inform us.

Elijah Fischer
Enlightened Chancellery

Continuator
"The devil in the details"
Posts: 2550
Joined: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Continuator »

The first petrol bomb, followed by a dozen others, smashed against the gates of House Walstadt. The impact and the shower of burning liquid brought forth a roar of approval from the crowd of mariners pressing against hastily improvised barricades, trying to force their way towards the residence of the King of Walstadt.

“Let the bastard burn!” they bellowed. Their fury stoked by the refusal of the King of Walstadt to accept letters of credit signed by the ESB Group, such an outrage they would not soon forgive.

“Look!” a voice cried out. “Look at what?” Those around him answered. “Look at the place” the voice replied. “What about it?” came the answer. “Its a ruin.” The slightly exasperated voice replied. “No one has lived there for years.” A pause descended upon those who heard these words, which radiated outwards and permeated the collective consciousness of the mob.

“I heard that the bigwigs were living at Noor's place!” Another drunken voice was heard slurring. “He's right.” Someone else replied. “I heard all the bigwigs hung-out together. If they're anywhere they'll be at Noor's place. Come on lads! Lets go there! They'll accept our credit even if we have to haul their feet to the flames!”

And with a great yell of acclamation, intermingled with a clamouring for more booze, the crowd set off for the residence of Queen Noor in Walstadt. In their wake, the fire spread through the ruins of House Walstadt.

Welf von Walstadt

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Welf von Walstadt »

Welf woke up to find himself in a room filled with smoke, a guardsmen from his household dragging him outside. They lay him outside in the snow and put a blanket over him. The king coughed a few times, then saw his house in flames and started cursing. Close to him was the body of one of the pirates, it was already half frozen. The guards had shot the man in the back with a harpoon while the mob was fleeing from the scene. "These men from Goldshire? They burned my house down?" Welf asked. The guards nodded. Welf started to cry as he saw how the roof of his house collapsed.

User avatar
Noor bint Daniyal
Posts: 1220
Joined: Fri May 29, 2015 6:54 am

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Noor bint Daniyal »

Queen Noor and her eldest son Lord Adam were having breakfast in their mansion by one of the windows toward the sea. This morning, the sea looked rougher than usual, and the skies were grey.

"Mama, look at the sky!"

"Yes, dear, the sky is angry..."

"Does that mean we're in trouble?"

"No dear, that's just superstition. You don't want to be like your brother Aldin."

The boy giggled and put his big wooden spoon into the platter of scrambled penguin eggs.


(I give full power to Ardy to do whatever he likes with these characters on the condition that they both survive intact, and that they will not end up in a prison)
Noor as-Salaam
NOOR AS-SALAAM BINT DANIYAL UMRA SULEIMAN AYREON-KALIRION IBN AL-MAJEED AL-OSMAN BIN SATHRATI AF ETTLINGUM FREYU UMM ZAHIR AL-DIN OF WAFFEL-PAINE
Queen of Goldshire, the Elian Lands, Leng, Elwynn, Amokolia and Uppland

Continuator
"The devil in the details"
Posts: 2550
Joined: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Continuator »

Noor bint Daniyal wrote:
(I give full power to Ardy to do whatever he likes with these characters on the condition that they both survive intact, and that they will not end up in a prison)
(Very good. I will get onto it this afternoon. In the meantime...)

After a night of arson, looting and mayhem, the sailors moved on from the ransacked warehouses and customs house, where they had left letters of credit nailed to the rafters, to make remonstrations to the Jingdaoese Emperor lodging in the Zauberförde and also to profess their patriotic loyalty to Her Majesty the Queen of Goldshire, in the hope that she might once more be rescued from enduring the company of the infamous Doctor al-Zaraqi, who was also believed to be resident in the town. The cossacks meanwhile were engaged in robustly negotiating a temporary transfer of ownership of the harbour guns for the time it would take to load the newly purchased commodities onto the Seahawk.

The Babkhi were however nowhere to be seen. Having discovered a consignment of unrefined opium in one of the state warehouses, they had ventured out in the direction of the Internat to find some subjects who could be prevailed upon to test the purity of a sample.

Continuator
"The devil in the details"
Posts: 2550
Joined: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Continuator »

On the following afternoon a delegation was received by Captain Jaggery amid the broken shambles of the Customs House. Nathaniel Price, who introduced himself as Second Deputy Udder-Metrobosarch and Grand Almoner for Walstadt, had arrived together with a Lemuel Caspar, a gentlemen wished made known that he acted as the Secretary to the aforementioned Grand Almoner. Both made their respectful salaams and greeted the Captain as a liberator, respectfully enquiring as to his intentions for the town, now that it was effectively under his power.

The Captain, who nodded in acknowledgement of the bowing and scraping of the pair of clergymen, said merely that his concern was to have the Authority of the town acknowledge the validity of those letters of credit offered by his employers for the purchases of stores and provisions. It was not, he suggested, his place to say who that Authority should be, it being an internal Natopian matter, but he would not mind greatly who that Authority was.

Grand Almoner Price replied expressing own his delight and contentment with the answer that was given before launching into a lengthy explanation of how the revelations of the blessed Zahir al Din Benjamin Rai Ayreon-Kalirion ibn al-Majeed bin Sathrati of Waffel-Paine (At which point the Captain was heard to remark "and who the f*ck is that meant to be"... obliging Secretary Caspar to quietly whisper that the noble Captain may have heard the Blessed One be referred to as 'Aldin'. To this the Captain grunted in a non-committal manner and told them to get on with it.) had caused many within the Dozan Bovic Church to understand and accept that the Siseranist Cult was a corruption that soured the divine milk of revelation as it was poured into the buttery churn of the one true faith (upon hearing of which, the Captain's eyes glazed over and he muttered that he had told them to get on with it not fill his ears with half-arsed mumbo-jumbo), to which end the Grand Almoner and the Secretary proposed to organise a reformation of the Unified Church of Walstadt. When asked what sort of reformation they had in mind, the pair advised that the intention would be to strike off the heads of the demonic harlots and succubi who had spread the filthy and wanton lies of the whore Sisera.

After a moment of consideration, the Captain answered that they could do whatever the hell they liked to each other as long as it did not concern him or his men and did not prevent the loading of stores onto the Seahawk.

So it was that a dozen followers of the Rite of Elijah set off to make a bonfire of the small but functional church building that served as the headquarter's of the Unified Church's council of elders with the polite indifference of the ESB behind them.

Meanwhile, the Mariners, having commandeered a snow plough, had succeeded in battering down the gates of the Zauberförde and swarmed through into the grounds before smashing down the doors and windows of the mansion. A company of the Seahawk's crew then entered the house armed with rifles, cutlasses and axes. Queen Noor and her eldest son Lord Adam had bravely met the intruders on the stairs of the mansion has they sought to barge their way up into the living quarters. The men doffed their hats to their Queen and cheered at the sight of the young lord, whom they had soon gathered up in their arms and carried the boy out of the house, borne aloft on a chair and escorted by an exultant - slightly drunk - crowd. To Queen Noor those who were left in the house respectfully asked that she give them leave to search the house, for there was an enemy of the company and of the realm to be found in there. The Queen replied that it would be a dishonour to her and her Kingdom if she allowed any harm to befall a guest under her protection. The men acknowledged this but answered by saying that it would be a greater dishonour still to allow such a man to live. Upon those words being said, the Queen was gently seized, amidst a great number of profuse apologies, and led from the scene and down to the harbour side where she was placed under the protection of the Babkhi who had returned from their excursion to the Internat with a number of pale and sickly looking youths.

The house was then ransacked until Heinrich, the Jingdaoese Emperor, was discovered in his chambers, dressed in cashmere trousers and a smoking jacket and armed only with a sword cane. This he used to some effect, killing one man and wounding four others, before he was overwhelmed and jostled from the room. Doctor al-Zaraqi was found cowering under the Emperor's bed and was unceremoniously thrown out of the window for his troubles. Regrettably he survived his fall from the second floor, landing in a manure pile for the winter roses, and somehow contrived to escape.

The Emperor was dragged by the mob out into the street where he was thrown down into the muck of the gutter. He was set upon by a man in an old cudgeller uniform who knocked him back to the ground, where he was stamped and kicked. He managed to regain his feet, but the crowd rushed him to the edge of an embankment where street grading was being done, and flung him onto a pile of rocks at the bottom. Once more he struggled to his feet, only to be snatched up by the howling mob and carried away.

While this was going on, Lord Adam, still sat in his chair, was dispensing justice upon Mandible Hill. Beside him were stood the Grand Almoner and his Secretary, who had left their congregation to carry on with the piling of flammable materials around the properties of the Unified Church without them. A few dozen men and women, startled, frightened and bruised, had been fetched out of their houses and now awaited their fate. Each time a new person was dragged before the chair, the secretary would solemnly read out a charge that mr or mrs XandY was denounced by his or her neighbours as an unrepentant worshipper of Sisera. The accused was given no chance to answer as each time the Grand Almoner would whisper to Lord Adam the person before him was guilty and deserved his justice. With a delighted boyish squeal, Lord Adam would call out each time 'off with their heads', and it was duly done. A huge giant of a man stepping in with a meat cleaver and hacking a head from its shoulders in three or four hefty blows. The heads were thrown onto a pile and the bodies dragged off to a ditch. "Again!" Lord Adam clapped his hands and another condemned cultist was called for. It was this scene that greeted the Emperor as the mob deposited him before the boy who had been sat opposite him at the dining table only the day before.

(OOC: The religious revolt bit is just some temporary fluff that was thrown in to make it so that, together with the marauding cossacks and mariners, Welf would have too much on his hands to be able to swiftly rescue the Jingdaoese Emperor)

Continuator
"The devil in the details"
Posts: 2550
Joined: Sun May 10, 2015 8:28 pm

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Continuator »

Extraction
(A Ravening Rampage of Preposterous Perambulations)


Walstadt, Sunday 22nd of May 2016
Emperor Heinrich Rasmus was found more of less where the Elijahites had left him. Substantially intact. Minus his head.

The great and powerful sovereign of the Jingdaoese Empire had been nailed to two overlaid lengths of planking and left, in the mockery of a crucifixion, on Mandible Hill. The body had still been warm, the flesh soft and yielding, as the nails had been driven into the Emperor's palms and wrists, when the first bursts of automatic gunfire had begun to reverberate around the town.
The gunfire, at first sporadic, but later growing more prolonged, and echoing ever closer, rang in the ears of the Grand Almoner and his Secretary. They glanced at each other. It had been an impossible - but glorious - dream but now it was ending, all too soon. The secretary clapped his hands and the executioner, who had been preparing to grasp the neck of another accused devotee of Sisera checked his progress. A look of fear had passed over the faces of those men and women who had formed the supporting mob. Had the King unleashed the posse comitatus to reclaim the town? They had only enjoyed the indifference rather than the protection of the Captain and his crew down in the harbour, and if that was coming to an end - now there would be a reckoning for all they had done.

Nathaniel Price puffed out his chest and stepped forward to address his followers. "You have, all of you, tasted the blessed butter of salvation. You have done the work of the divine spirit. The Bull was wroth in his judgement of Walstadt. One way or another, whether in this world or the next, we will leave behind the sins of this wicked blood soaked place. The stench of Jingdao will no more assail our nostrils. Each blow we have struck here today will live on after us, as we have struck down those who would shatter the wheel of life or turn it from its course. Brethren in all that is holy. By this work you have wrought here today, you have earned merit in the eternal Dairy of the hereafter. Go with the spirit of the Butter Cow dwelling within you, and make your peace as best you can. Acow."

"Acow" intoned the faithful who heard those words and then they turned to disperse. The Secretary knelt to the Grand Almoner.

"Lord, wherever you go, I will follow." The Almoner, smiling, bade his friend to stand up.

"Dear friend. Your path is not mine. I must stand with our brothers and sisters as they endure the tribulations of an unrighteous King. You, however, have a more difficult duty. Take charge of our Lord Zauberförde, the spirit of righteousness has been kindled in him today. Take him back to his mother and see them both to safety. Do it for the love of your gods and those who have cared for you over all these years."

The Almoner was still smiling, even as the tears were welling about his eyes, as he bid Lemuel Caspar to take the boy and flee. The Secretary nodded, blinking back his own stinging sorrow, and knelt before Lord Adam.

"Now my Lord, shall we play a game?" The boy just looked at him, bewildered. "There are bad men looking for you, my Lord. Shall we prove how much cleverer you are by hiding from them?" he said, soothingly. Adam shifted uneasily in his chair.

"Bad men? Um, can't their heads be cut off too?" The boy looked towards the pile of heads and the abandoned cleaver.

"Unfortunately not my Lord. Another time maybe."

Lord Adam seemed to accept that and jumped down from the chair on which he had been sat.

"You will also need to take this" the Grand Almoner interjected, passing a large, ball shaped bundle of rags, patches of crimson were staining the fabric and oozing through the cloth. "This is our new sacrament, and proof of the inevitable victory of the blessed heirs of Elijah over the spawn of Sisera."

Gratefully the Secretary took the bundle, holding it under one arm as, with his free hand, he led Lord Adam away from the carnage of Mandible Hill.

____

Queen Noor was mildly consternated, and perhaps even a little perturbed. The second shell fired from the harbour gun had smashed into the bow of the burning barque, whose list was now decidedly pronounced. The Seahawk's crew, who had been roaring drunk during the night, were being herded back towards the Whaling Harbour, the partisans of King Welf, sniping at them from every the window of every hut and behind every fence. Two of the porter zombots, with suicide belts strapped about themselves, had waddled off into a nearby red-painted corrugated iron bungalow. The shriek of a hysterical female voice had been heard from within as the unthinking automations barged through the door. Then there was the dull 'thud, thud' of two explosions and the glorified tin shack bulged at the seams before crumpling in on itself.

It was a rout, a slaughter. The cossacks had clearly lost the batteries, the Seahawk was sinking down into the silted shallows of the harbour, and the crew were being shot down in droves. That left her, and the Babkhi. She had more pressing matters to attend to than to watch a massacre unfold, educational as it would no doubt be. Finding Adam was the only thing that mattered now in this diseased insane world. Calmly she told the Babkhi stood around her that, if they had any desire to live at all, they would now serve her and her alone. She would return to the Zauberförde and then she would find her son.

Welf von Walstadt

Re: Notice of Visit

Post by Welf von Walstadt »

As Lady Noor was on her way to Zauberförde with the Babki they were intercepted by the Walstadt militia just outside the city walls. Shots where exchanged and the Babkhi as well as several militiamen died, others were severely wounded. The militiamen arrested and cuffed Noor, who cried knowing very well that she was now unable to help her son escape. She was brought to the harbour office where King Welf had made a make-shift throne room from where he could lead the demesne.

"Lady Noor, I am very much disappointed in you, I had instructed you to make sure nothing could happen to our guest but I have received information that my son was decapitated. The thugs who performed this heinous crime were only allowed into our demesne because they were flying under your flag. We cannot tolerate this grave neglect, please find your son and leave our demesne within twenty-four hours. These militiamen will escort you and prevent you from inciting more troubles but will not hinder you otherwise. Despite what happened, I wish you the best."

Welf handed Noor a letter.
Image

EXILING NOOR AND ADAM


It is declared and made law in the Enlightened Realm of Greater Walstadt that:

Upon promulgation of this decree, Lord Adam of Zauberförde and his mother Noor bint Daniyal, will be exiled from Greater Walstadt. In line with Article 4.ii of the Instrument of Government they lose all possessions and privileges they held in our Great Enlightened Realm.

So ordered by the Great Enlightened King in the daor 237.

Image

Locked

Return to “Archive of the Great Enlightened King”