PART 1: The Idea
This is what I've been waiting and planning for most of my life. The time when I would be on top of the world as its ruler. This has been my
dream...my life's work.
But I failed to see the big picture.
"Excuse me, Your Highness." I heard a voice.
"What? What is it, worm?" I said with disgust. "Make it quick or I'll have you killed."
"Y-yes, My Lord. U-um, General Fenris here to see you."
"Well! What are you waiting for?! Send him in you insolent slime!" I yelled at my poor servant. I didn't really like being so ruthless, wasn't my
style really. But when you're the ruler of the world, you can't show weakness.
"Now presenting, the general of the Northern Army, receiver of the King's Honor Medal, General Marcus Fenris!" my announcer called out.
In came General Fenris, my right hand man. The man who won the war for me. He led the charge from the Latin Lands and into the Seat of the Empire.
They had other names once. He split his army to hit both sides of, at the time, the largest force and the final stop for victory. With the King's Own
Navy flanking on both sides, they never stood a chance. It was Fenris himself that dealt the killing blow to the former tyrant of these lands. He
knelt before me.
"My Lord, I have urgent news. There are rumors of an uprising." he said quickly.
I looked on astonished, "Already? Of course already. So what? Send in the local militia's to clear out rumored rebels." I tried to sound confident.
"It's...it's not that easy, My Lord. It's also rumored that they have guns."
"Impossible!" I said, "All guns had been destroyed! We made multiple sweeps! How could ANY guns have survived?!" My voice conveyed fury, but I was
more scared than anything.
When I conquered a country, the first thing that I did was destroy every gun not in use by my own men. They were dismantled and all metal parts
recycled to be used in building other needs. I had an entire army dedicated to eradicating all old world weapons. Once I became King of the World, all
other old world weapons left, used by my own armies, were destroyed. Save for my personal armory which no one knows about. I hope.
"Wait...how did the rumor of guns come to be?" I asked. I realized that rumors are usually just wild hearsay.
"Corpses of guards found with bullet holes, My Lord."
"Were there autopsies done on the corpses?" I asked.
"Yes, My Lord." Fenris answered. With nothing else.
"AND?!" I yelled.
"There were led bullets found. Possibly shot from a makeshift powder rifle."
There's one thing I forgot to think about. The knowledge of how to build a gun still exists. How many other oversights have I let go? What to
do...what to do...
"My Lord?" Fenris piped up. I gave him an inquisitive stare. "We could outlaw gun powder."
"No," I said, "that's too obvious. I think that would cause people to realize what they could do with it. You think they're gunning for me?"
Fenris scoffed, "Obviously, My Lord. Unless they plan on taking the entire World's Army to with one-shot pipe rifles to get to you."
I smiled. Fenris always had an interesting way of putting things. "You're right. But....I think I have come up with a way to flush out these
Fenris raised an eyebrow, "How is that, My Lord?"
"Come with me, Fenris. I would rather not discuss this in front of the dirt." I said, looking around at my subjects.
We moved from the throne room and in to my bed chamber. It was a rather safe place to discuss something sensitive without it getting around.
"What would you like to discuss, My Lord?" Fenris asked as soon as we knew we were without prying ears.
"Marcus, you can drop the proper act now. We're not in front of the others. It's cool." I said in a friendly manner.
"Damn, thanks, bro. That stuff is killing me. If I have to call you "My Lord" one more time, I'll go nuts!" He said jokingly.
I shot him a look. "Careful or I'll have you executed."
"Ha. Ha." he said sarcastically. "Anyhow, what's up?"
"We flush them out. The rebels, I mean. We flush them out with an open invitation to shoot me. If they indeed do have the means. And we do it the
right way. We hold Warrior Games!" I said excitedly.
"What? Warrior Games? You mean like the old Roman games?" he asked with a confused look.
"Yeah! Think about it! We open for every person who thinks they're the best fighter in the world and let them kill each other in an arena!"
"That's kind of sick, dude. But I see your purpose. But how does this open you to the rebels?"
"Simple," I said, "have my throne sitting out in the open with only you by my side. I doubt they have makeshift sniper rifles, so they have to shoot
relatively close. And under my regal robes, I'll have Kevlar on. They'll have a small target to hit. My face."
"That's...that's not a bad idea. I like that." he said agreeing with me.
"Then so it shall be! Back to business. Let's get this set up!"
Western and Eastern Empire maps to come later.
There will also be a supplemental "book" about the history of the empire, the war, and the ruler to come later on.
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