08-02-2018, 06:30 AM
Somewhere in between Libertas Omnium Maximus and Lauchenoiria
August 1st - 22:00
Vilav Trotsky has been driving down the Maximusian/Launcheniorian connecting highway for nearly 2 days now. The highway was eight lanes and was the only road traveling from Libertas Omnium Maximus to Lauchenoiria through uncharted IDU land. The road had been well maintained until one month prior when a section of the road was deliberately destroyed by Lauchenoirian forces.
Now, nearly all of the way to the destroyed section, Trotsky pulled his sedan off of the road and climbed out. The Kerrilians had promised him that if he could get to Lauchenoiria, he would be granted asylum. Trotsky slowly walked along the road for about 1/2 mike untill he came to a roadblock. About 100 meters in front of him sat two, large, armored vehicles. Surrounding them were a half dozen armed guards, a few sandbags, a card table, and some sort of turret, pointed two the west. That meant that these were Lauchenoirian troops. Trotsky was saved, for the time being. A sense of peace washed over him as he slowly approached the blockade.
"Hark! I am the man who topples mountains. I am the man who topples a king! I am the man who topples mountains! And no one suspects a thing!" Trotsky cried out jubilantly. He had had been told to quote the Iustitian poet, Thodarcia Viclecian's most famous poem, Tí¸n ví¦g MiÅ„ol.
"Yes, indeed," cried a man, from the blockade, "Welcome to Lauchnoiria!"
August 1st - 22:00
Vilav Trotsky has been driving down the Maximusian/Launcheniorian connecting highway for nearly 2 days now. The highway was eight lanes and was the only road traveling from Libertas Omnium Maximus to Lauchenoiria through uncharted IDU land. The road had been well maintained until one month prior when a section of the road was deliberately destroyed by Lauchenoirian forces.
Now, nearly all of the way to the destroyed section, Trotsky pulled his sedan off of the road and climbed out. The Kerrilians had promised him that if he could get to Lauchenoiria, he would be granted asylum. Trotsky slowly walked along the road for about 1/2 mike untill he came to a roadblock. About 100 meters in front of him sat two, large, armored vehicles. Surrounding them were a half dozen armed guards, a few sandbags, a card table, and some sort of turret, pointed two the west. That meant that these were Lauchenoirian troops. Trotsky was saved, for the time being. A sense of peace washed over him as he slowly approached the blockade.
"Hark! I am the man who topples mountains. I am the man who topples a king! I am the man who topples mountains! And no one suspects a thing!" Trotsky cried out jubilantly. He had had been told to quote the Iustitian poet, Thodarcia Viclecian's most famous poem, Tí¸n ví¦g MiÅ„ol.
"Yes, indeed," cried a man, from the blockade, "Welcome to Lauchnoiria!"