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let fury have the hour,
WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
IT'LL BE FINE;
Paris, 1792: revolutionary france.
read the France setting infopages
arrival for new recruits(Note: If you were one of the people who used the previous TDM and want to use that as canon while still participating in this one, feel free! The following will still happen, though the guide will apologize for a malfunction in your BCE causing you to zap through the intervening month instead of joining your comrades like you should have. You'll be assured the glitch is fixed now, and it probably is. Probably.)
You wake up in a Parisian hotel room with a kind woman standing near the door, waiting for you to awaken. You have none of your clothing, just black military-issued underwear, and none of your previous possessions beyond the one you chose (if you remember choosing) to bring with you.
The woman by the door speaks French, and if you didn't understand the language before, you do now. If you have questions as to what's going on, she'll answer: you are a member of COST, a paramilitary organization of time travelers fighting against the Regency, a tyrannous kingdom of the future who are trying to stamp out freedom and individuality in the name of peace.
She will provide you with the clothing necessary to fit in at this time, and show you how to use your BCE implant to look up information on this time period and its social and political mores. She won't let you leave until you're properly dressed to fit in, but once you are, she'll wish you luck.
KILL THE KINGIt doesn't matter if you're new, or if you've been here a while. You'll hear about the execution going on today. It's as though the barely restrained urban chaos of Paris has ground to a halt. Everything is about the king. Is it really going to happen? Are they really going to do it? Can they do it? Is it even possible?
Anyone out of the loop will be filled in, but with no small amount of ridicule: Today is the day of the king's execution. His trial has wrapped up, and the National Convention voted to execute him for treason and tyranny.
The crowd at the execution is enormous, a riotous mob of passion barely restrained. Everyone is jockeying for a better view, with children and adults climbing up on nearby statues, lampposts, the sides of houses, rooves, some even hang from windows. Everyone watches the scaffold.
The prison cart arrives with no fanfare save the yells of the crowd. Within it sits a small, fat little man, looking like he's doing his best to remain composed. He's brought to the scaffold, and his crimes are read out: colluding with foreign powers, and the crime of royalty, which is anathema to the republic of France.
When asked for his final words, Louis Capet, known to some as King Louis XVI, speaks in a quiet voice. "I forgive my enemies."
When the blade comes down, the crowd errupts into cheers. Many rush forward to touch the blood of a king, dipping bits of cloth in it in an attempt to save it.
I PREDICT A RIOTIt's as though all the built up tension in Paris exploded when the king was killed.
Who knows what started it. Rumors spread like wildfire, and it doesn't matter, does it? In the end, most of Paris is swarmed with chaos, especially in the areas nearest to where the king was executed. There's no doubt that the riot and the king's death are directly related; no peasant currently throwing stones and breaking windows will deny it.
Fights are happening with great frequency. It only takes a word, a half sentence, for someone to decide you're some kind of counter-revolutionary. There is a current of anxiety in Paris that hasn't gone away; after reaching a fever pitch, it has expressed itself with violence and chaos.
let's visit the tuileriesThe Tuileries was the royal palace in Paris, the last residence of the king before his death. Of course the people of France end up clamoring at its gates, screaming profanities and attempting to scale them.
The majority of the guard let them do this, making only the most token of efforts to keep the peasantry back. But one guard, a man by the name of Antoine Colin, seems to become spooked and shoots repeatedly into the crowd before someone knocks him out.
By then, though, it's too late. The crowd was rambunctious, but not murderous. Now it's bloodthirsty, and the gates are stormed. It isn't long before the common people of France are trampling through the corridors of power. Inside, they'll mostly find servants running and hiding, and lots of valuables to steal.
Most are content with that, but not all. Some clamor for the deaths of the queen and the royal children-- per the laws of inheritance, Marie Capet's remaining son is now King of France. Should he not die as well?
The queen is hidden in a safe room, a hollow wall inside her apartments. Do you try to find her? Try to save her? Try to kill her yourself?
...And what about those kids hiding in there with her?
BRING IN THE TROOPSThe riot in the Tuileries lasts several hours, well past nightfall. It's beginning to peter off, people loosing their energy or vigor, when the sound of gunfire echoes from the front courtyard.
General Lafayette has arrived to save the queen, and brought with him a retinue of personal soldiers. All on horseback, brandishing firearms and sabers, they stream through the expansive halls of the Tuileries and attack anyone who looks out of place. They're here to clean up this mess with no concern for more filthy peasants getting in the way.
AftermathThe night is a long one. Several fires break out in various parts of Paris, shops are looted, and several die in the Tuileries. The queen has disappeared, along with Lafayette. Some say she and Lafayette died, and they'll show you the bodies for a couple sou. Others claim they saw them riding off into safety just before sunrise. There are already talks of hunting them down, trying to find the traitors.
Only one thing is known for sure: It may be advisable to stay inside for the foreseeable future.
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OK, cause you're really fast. [ good thing she's got long legs. ] I'm Keyleth, by the way. It's nice to meet you-- or, y'know. Dodge a crowd with you!
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Chiron's happy to not have to pull someone along, and releases Keyleth's wrist. His expression is apologetic, sorry to have had to do that in the first place.]
I am Chiron. I apologize that introductions weren't under better circumstances.
[He pauses, then adds:]
Does your nose feel broken?
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[ a single response for both of chiron's sentiments. keyleth reaches up to cup her own face gently with both now-free hands and whispers. a soft purple glow pulses and fades again as she lets her hands drop back down. there's no blood left behind, and no bruising. sure, it may have been straighter before the incident but hey what's life without a little imperfection? ]
See? Good as new. And also it made me a new friend, Kynan! [ awkwardly and in what must seem like a mockery of manners, keyleth gestures to chiron with a wide grin. ] How do you spell that? I'll have to try to remember it until I get a new journal.
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The spelling would depend on the alphabet being used, admittedly. My own language isn't the one used in France.
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[ hang on. ]
Do we get those? Not that I'm complaining, it's just good to have some downtime every so often.
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[As for downtime, there's a thin little smile on Chiron's face that seems to be reacting to a poorly told joke. He folds his arms over his chest, and then actually seems to give the matter some consideration.]
At the moment, I'd say that time to rest has decreased. Prior to er, the most recent event, there was some chance for it.
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[ keyleth, your princess is showing. ]
For now, we'll just-- hang on, what are we supposed to be doing, again?
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So, he gave the most honest response he could:]
At this very second> Surviving and riding out the city's initial reactions.
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Well, what if we did more than that?
[ she's not sure exactly what constitutes of overstepping, but she's less comfortable letting people get hurt than breaking a rule or two. ]
I mean it couldn't hurt to maybe make sure some civilians don't get caught in the crossifre?
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[Surviving extends to the populace, as far as he's concerned. The political figures, the driving forces, that's for others to fuss over. Here and now, energies are best spent with the city's residents.]
In truth, I didn't expect you were out of time and place in that crowd.
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I guess I didn't exactly blend in, huh? I'm not exactly great with people...
[ a shocker, really. ]
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would you be opposed to fading here and starting sth new?
[ she grins, and nods back to the action. ]
And in that case, let's go like it up!
Sure thing!