Cool and cloudless was the night. Stars flourished as scenes of mythology in the cosmos without a moon to outshine them. No boundary existed between the jagged land of the Norwegian Federation and the salty sea. Waves launched themselves into sprays as they crashed onto the Cliffside.
Sounding over the boisterous pounding of the deep, the sweet serenade of strings being drawn, brass instruments droning, and the beating of drums whirled in the refreshing breeze of the coast. A glorious manor gouged out from the Cliffside …show more content…
I remember the days when I was at Academy..."
The perpetuity of the night only discontinued by the interruption of an elderly white bearded man hunching over a twisted wooden cane. His decrepit condition was not to tarnish his roaring voice that boomed and reverberated across glancing off each wall.
“Good evening great citizens and leaders of our great country. Tonight is our 41st Establishment Day, we celebrate the founding of the Norwegian Federation and our unity to one another. This night is brought to fruition to award and present the recently graduated men and woman from the Soldatian Military Academy."
Cheers were elicited from the very colorful crowd.
"My dearest hopes are for all of you to enjoy your evening in my humble abode."
Karsten scoffed at the very lie.
"Tonight we celebrate the incredible sacrifice and righteous struggles that our people in the founding had to endure. As one of those founding members I raise a toast to those who have withstood the test of time, and those who have bravely push forward into the light that is this Federation!"
Expensive crystal was raised to the heavens, vessels filled with sparkling bubbling …show more content…
The ill man running from the elite security guards who seemed dumb founded at how this man even managed to gain entrance to such an exclusive event.
Chaos befell upon the hallowed hall, defiled by the cursing rage of the intruder.
The unexpected visitor ranted as he hurdled over tables and chairs and charged through the patrons.
The guards began to bark orders at each other.
"Shoot him now!"
"Negative firearms are not authorized, the possibility for collateral damage is too high."
The infiltrators face was blood red from his ranting, his mouth ejecting his poisonous drool for his passionate zealotries filled words.
As the guards began to close in on him, he began reiterating, "Excultus orta iterum!"
The Magister boomed his voice through the hall.
"Silence him now!"
As the man made a mad dash for one of the windows Karsten and Andrei maneuvered themselves to intercept him.
Karsten hurled a chair in the man 's path tangled his legs in the chair 's intricateness.
Andrei rushed over to apprehend