Thread: BloodRust - Iron Frame Regulators (Skeith Takahata II & MessedupRp

BloodRust The Great War Chronicles Iron Frame Regulators Just over a thousand years ago, the first rift was cut in the sky over what would one day become the sovereign City-State of New Caliburn. From that day on, the world was irreversibly changed. Immortal beings, calling themselves Sages, began to appear. They possessed immeasurable knowledge and unfathomable power. Through their power, or by happenstance of birth near rifts, beings began to be born with bizarre gifts. They would come to be known as Vessels. Individuals that contained some spark of power from the rifts and the sages. Technology, culture, and even warfare would be changed forever. The year is 1037 of the After Rift Calendar. The nations of the world enjoyed a time of relative peace. Amidst the quiet calm, it was a wonder that no one heard the cogs of war beginning to stir in the north. In the northwest, a small nation elected a charismatic and forceful individual. Richter Einhardt. Einhardt declared himself to be one of the Immortal Sages caged within a mortal body. Declaring himself the God King, he declared his nation would hence forth be called the Kaleido-Star Imperium, and that by the power that would once again be granted to him by the worlds beyond, the world would fall into his grasp. Many discredited the threat this man posed to the world. Denouncing him as a simple lunatic with delusions of grandeur. Dismissing him as a non-issue. Even as rumors began to surface of unrest in his borders and unwarranted arrests of swaths of the population, none acted. No one, wanted to be the first to shatter that peace. None. Save for Prince Stephan Delacroix of the Kingdom of Fenicia. He recognized the danger, as did his father. Fearing what could come of an antagonized Kaleido-Star Imperium, King Enzo of Fenicia invited dignitaries from the Imperium to negotiate allyship. This... Was where the chaos began. --Prologue-- Our Home is Burning Date February 17th, 1037 AR Time 927 A.M. Location Phoelarch, Capital of Fenicia Father, I must protest. This is madness! Prince Stephan, a bold young man, perhaps too bold, stood before his father. Long blonde hair that descended to the middle of his back was tied into a pony tail. Neat bangs decorated a pale face with piercing blue eyes. He swept his cape, stylized after the green flag of his homeland, marked with the golden firebird they were named for. If we allow these people to march into our homeland unchecked we will be taken in a matter of hours! Your council is noted, boy! The king shouted as he stood up from his throne. He was a strong man, a former soldier, but well beyond his prime. His brown hair having long since gone grey. I am finding the stablest and shortest route to peace. Your disapproval is reflective of your inexperience and naivete. The world is not so simple as good and evil. If you can't stand by in silence while these proceedings occur than make yourself scarce until they are concluded! The prince scowled as he looked from his father to his mother, who simply closed her eyes and nodded. Dejected and angered, the prince turned and left the palace, followed by his personal guard. Fools, the lot of them. He grumbled as he continued. In the streets, armored soldiers bearing the imperium's red and black flag marched into town. The soldiers were bizarre. Their armor and weapons were far different and more advanced than anything of Fenician make. For starters, the armor almost seemed mechanical in someway, and their weapons looked clearly automatic. It would put the semi-automatic weapons of Fenician soldiers to shame, carving trough their armor like paper. The army stood in the town center where the Fenician guard were gathered. The two armies facing one another as the dignitaries mounted the steps, surrounded by guards of their own. As Prince Stephan nearly made it to the steps, the dignitaries began to pass him. He gave them a false smile and nod, drawing attention from hooded figure. Why, you must be Prince Stephan. You look much like your father did at your age. Though his hair was a touch darker. He looked back towards the city, smiling to himself. Such a lovely city. Governor Malik. I shouldn't keep you. You've an appointment with my father. The prince said with an extravagant bow. Good day to you, sir. Please, enjoy your stay in our kingdom. The prince turned and continued his exit, the governor's smile quickly forming a scowl. Two of you tail the brat. Make sure he doesn't disappear. The governor whispered, proceeding inside. The prince continued his walk into town, looking at the Imperium soldiers with suspicion. He glanced back over his shoulder before dipping into an alleyway. The Imperium Soldiers following from a distance. It would be the last many would see of Prince Stephan. There was tense silence over the crowd of Fenician soldiers though not all were present, many stationed throughout the city and the nation itself, many with no actual war time experience, were justifiably anxious and nervous as they stared at their guests . The tense silence was finally broken by the single sound of a distant gunshot. Before anyone could verify what it was or where it had come from, the top of the palace, the location of the throne room, was consumed in explosion. The Imperium forces raised their weapons in the ensuing chaos, beginning to gun down the Fenician soldiers in the Palace Courtyard. From the border one would be able to see the smoke billowing from distant Fenician villages, and make out the silhouettes of Iron Fortresses, colossal skybound vessels in the distance. In the dust and rubble of the collapsed palace, it was nearly impossible to see. The air smelled of fire and dust, nearly impossible to breathe without coughing. A single soldier appeared beside another downed soldier, trying to help her stand. Private! Private, can you hear me? Colette! Before he could help her to stand machine gun fire tore through the dust, cutting him down in a bloody mess. The Imperium trooper stepped forward, his goggles glowing red through the smoke. He looked down at the woman, raising his weapon. Before he could fire, a curved sword pierced through his armor from behind, poking out through the front of his breast plate. He gargled on his own blood before the blade slipped back out, in another flash his head was knocked from his shoulders. Standing above the corpse a woman in Her'Khesh garb extended her bronze skinned hand to lift the woman up. Make yourself scarce, child. Her voice was heavy with her accent. Her glowing purple eyes hovered on Colette for only a moment before she vanished back into the dust that filled the area. Distant gunfire could be heard throughout the city along with the panicked screams of citizens. Even further one could even begin to hear the footfalls of Iron Frames. The city continued to fall to chaos all around her, all through out the dust bodies could be found, some enemies, but mostly allies. What was perhaps most concerning was that if one was to check back where a body once rested, it would have been removed.