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3rd March 1941,
After a rather exasperated day in front of a ratty crowd in the Old Market Place of the Ancient city of Interamnia Praetutiana of the modern-day Caesulen Empire, Elder Fairbanks preached out the Gospel of the Slertvinist God. Upon finishing he walked out into the crowd and through to the Crazed Three Horsemen, which was one of the cities most popular Inns. Elder Fairbanks sat at a table next to a fireplace, right of the front door to the Inn, of where he came through.
Elder Luis Sartwas was sitting on another table when he noticed Elder Fairbanks arrival into the Inn. Sartwas got up, walked over to Fairbanks and said.
"You're not welcome here!"
Elder Fairbanks looked up and smiled, "Sit you, malicious old fellow!"
Elder Luis Sartwas was younger than Fairbanks but, he was still decrepit likewise to Fairbanks. Though Fairbanks was still by far, aged. Sartwas wore a traditional Slertvinist robe that was made of silk, and had the colors of dark purple with stripes of white and yellow. The flow of the colors was also transparent upon his headpiece, the mitre marked the prestigious standard that mostly Slertvinist preachers recognize and tell's other folk he is of the Slertvinist Faith.
Sartwas laughed, "Well, it'll never get old! However, how was your day?"
"Same, though I doubt it will work out. These newcomers from Kharkov are all the same."
"Well nothing we can fix, Fairbanks. These Kharkov people are up to no good, They are supporting a communist speaker, I believe his name is Fransico Maddaloni." Sartwas paused as a Kharkov man walked through the front door of the Inn, which was followed by three others. These four men went straight to the bar and sat down, and started to chat.
"Fransico Maddaloni..? He doesn't sound like he's from Kharkov?"
"He is, and here's the scoop. He was born in Jaedismia."
"Wait, he's from here? Why did he turn to Communism?"
Sartwas kept an eye on the four men cheering and drinking beer. He turned to Fairbanks for a reply, "I overheard one of those Kharkov groups and I heard that Maddaloni made his own ideology thinking that our monarch has failed us. He called it Maddalonism."
Fairbanks looked surprised and then asked, "and he chose Communism?"
"Well, Communism was the closest to his idea's. A lot of the Kharkov stand beside him."
In the background, the Kharkov men cheer louder and a young man at the bar responds to their noise.
"Will you communist pigs, just shut it already!"
"What did you say?" One of the four men said.
"Oh sorry, let me repeat what I said, WILL YOU COMMUNIST PIGS, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY." Yelled the single young man sitting at the bar. One of the Kharkov, men respond with a fist to the face, and the rest jumped into the action, to beat up the non-communist. The barkeep pulled out a shotgun and said.
"Leave, we don't welcome people who come and recklessly beat on our customers."
"But he started it." Replied another Kharkov man.
The Barkeep loaded the shotgun, "But, you four escalated it." The four Kharkov men didn't say anymore and just casually left the Inn. Then, everyone in the Inn continued what hey were doing. The Barkeep and a few other men helped the young beaten man who laid on the floor.
"Don't worry these men will take you to the hospital, I will call the City Guard here." Said the Barkeep to the Beaten man.
"These... Men...." The beaten man tried to talk, "They... don't belong.... ... Here."
Elder Fairbanks got up from his chair and walked over, Sartwas watched from the table as Fairbanks walked over to the beaten man. Fairbanks made it to the Barkeep and the beaten man.
"Are you a Slertvinist?" Asked Fairbanks to the beaten man.
"Yes... I am..."
Fairbanks raised his arm and blessed the young man, "May the holy God bless you, my boy. And, let him heal your wounds."
The beaten man smiled, and the other men then took him to the hospital. The Barkeep looked over to Elder Fairbanks, "Thank you Elder Fairbanks, you are such a fellow man. I will get you anything here on the house for you and Sartwas."
"No need, stay calm. I am sure the state will remove these heretics soon... Hopefully." Fairbanks then turned and walked to where Sartwas was sitting.
Elder Sartwas looked up and asked, "Well, are you headed out?"
"Yes, too much has happened for me. I may go now, my clergy awaits my presence." Fairbanks then left the Crazed Three Horsemen and walked out to the Cathedral that sat in the town's square.
As he walked to the Cathedral he was stopped by Elder Sartwas who caught up to him and said, "It's not safe to travel alone anymore. So, I thought I should come."
"Oh, well that is kind of you, you have my permission to join."
Sartwas looked up at the sky and noticed it started to rain, "Well, this is just great... I didn't know it was gonna rain?"
"That isn't just rain, Sartwas... Our God is crying... Today wasn't a great day for the Slertvinism... Let us hurry to the Cathedral, we must get this information of Communist to the others and to the government. This isn't good."
After a rather exasperated day in front of a ratty crowd in the Old Market Place of the Ancient city of Interamnia Praetutiana of the modern-day Caesulen Empire, Elder Fairbanks preached out the Gospel of the Slertvinist God. Upon finishing he walked out into the crowd and through to the Crazed Three Horsemen, which was one of the cities most popular Inns. Elder Fairbanks sat at a table next to a fireplace, right of the front door to the Inn, of where he came through.
Elder Luis Sartwas was sitting on another table when he noticed Elder Fairbanks arrival into the Inn. Sartwas got up, walked over to Fairbanks and said.
"You're not welcome here!"
Elder Fairbanks looked up and smiled, "Sit you, malicious old fellow!"
Elder Luis Sartwas was younger than Fairbanks but, he was still decrepit likewise to Fairbanks. Though Fairbanks was still by far, aged. Sartwas wore a traditional Slertvinist robe that was made of silk, and had the colors of dark purple with stripes of white and yellow. The flow of the colors was also transparent upon his headpiece, the mitre marked the prestigious standard that mostly Slertvinist preachers recognize and tell's other folk he is of the Slertvinist Faith.
Sartwas laughed, "Well, it'll never get old! However, how was your day?"
"Same, though I doubt it will work out. These newcomers from Kharkov are all the same."
"Well nothing we can fix, Fairbanks. These Kharkov people are up to no good, They are supporting a communist speaker, I believe his name is Fransico Maddaloni." Sartwas paused as a Kharkov man walked through the front door of the Inn, which was followed by three others. These four men went straight to the bar and sat down, and started to chat.
"Fransico Maddaloni..? He doesn't sound like he's from Kharkov?"
"He is, and here's the scoop. He was born in Jaedismia."
"Wait, he's from here? Why did he turn to Communism?"
Sartwas kept an eye on the four men cheering and drinking beer. He turned to Fairbanks for a reply, "I overheard one of those Kharkov groups and I heard that Maddaloni made his own ideology thinking that our monarch has failed us. He called it Maddalonism."
Fairbanks looked surprised and then asked, "and he chose Communism?"
"Well, Communism was the closest to his idea's. A lot of the Kharkov stand beside him."
In the background, the Kharkov men cheer louder and a young man at the bar responds to their noise.
"Will you communist pigs, just shut it already!"
"What did you say?" One of the four men said.
"Oh sorry, let me repeat what I said, WILL YOU COMMUNIST PIGS, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY." Yelled the single young man sitting at the bar. One of the Kharkov, men respond with a fist to the face, and the rest jumped into the action, to beat up the non-communist. The barkeep pulled out a shotgun and said.
"Leave, we don't welcome people who come and recklessly beat on our customers."
"But he started it." Replied another Kharkov man.
The Barkeep loaded the shotgun, "But, you four escalated it." The four Kharkov men didn't say anymore and just casually left the Inn. Then, everyone in the Inn continued what hey were doing. The Barkeep and a few other men helped the young beaten man who laid on the floor.
"Don't worry these men will take you to the hospital, I will call the City Guard here." Said the Barkeep to the Beaten man.
"These... Men...." The beaten man tried to talk, "They... don't belong.... ... Here."
Elder Fairbanks got up from his chair and walked over, Sartwas watched from the table as Fairbanks walked over to the beaten man. Fairbanks made it to the Barkeep and the beaten man.
"Are you a Slertvinist?" Asked Fairbanks to the beaten man.
"Yes... I am..."
Fairbanks raised his arm and blessed the young man, "May the holy God bless you, my boy. And, let him heal your wounds."
The beaten man smiled, and the other men then took him to the hospital. The Barkeep looked over to Elder Fairbanks, "Thank you Elder Fairbanks, you are such a fellow man. I will get you anything here on the house for you and Sartwas."
"No need, stay calm. I am sure the state will remove these heretics soon... Hopefully." Fairbanks then turned and walked to where Sartwas was sitting.
Elder Sartwas looked up and asked, "Well, are you headed out?"
"Yes, too much has happened for me. I may go now, my clergy awaits my presence." Fairbanks then left the Crazed Three Horsemen and walked out to the Cathedral that sat in the town's square.
As he walked to the Cathedral he was stopped by Elder Sartwas who caught up to him and said, "It's not safe to travel alone anymore. So, I thought I should come."
"Oh, well that is kind of you, you have my permission to join."
Sartwas looked up at the sky and noticed it started to rain, "Well, this is just great... I didn't know it was gonna rain?"
"That isn't just rain, Sartwas... Our God is crying... Today wasn't a great day for the Slertvinism... Let us hurry to the Cathedral, we must get this information of Communist to the others and to the government. This isn't good."
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