Well - I'll do my best. [ oh. well. this is his special interest.
so!! taair hums a little bit, and scoots closer - opening the book on his lap, and turning the pages so yves can see. the inside of the book is written in perfect, neat handwriting, with diagrams and maps, and as he flips to a certain page, he smooths it open with both hands.
taair is a good storyteller. he launches into it as only a historian could - soft, even voice, full of passion for his subject. ]
In the year 985, my homeland - then known as the State of Iria - was under the control of the Papal States of Rodinia, as one of its many vassal states. In the archives of the Papal States, these years were golden and prosperous, and the Irians gathered the holy material of luxite and brought it to the capital of Lightgloam City, the Grand Sanctuary under the Radiance. In exchange, the Papal States protected Iria from her potential invaders, and kept the state prosperous and happy.
But, that was not the case at all.
In reality, the State of Iria's rulers, puppets of the Papal State, taxed the poor citizens to pad the pockets of the Light of Sanctuary - ignoring their very duty to enforce law and order, so long as their tithes were paid. The treatment of the Irians was cruel, and noneso was more heinous than the Luxite mines, where Irians worked for trifles in dangerous, deadly conditions, to extract all the rich, valuable luxite and give it to the Papal States. Luxite is not a holy artifact, but rather, an extremely precious commodity, and Iria's lands were full of it.
Over the years of oppression and cruelty, the spirit of the people began to grow angrier, and angrier. And the miners, at the heart of it all - began to tell whispers of revolutions through the streets. The Papal States responded to their advances, crushing opposition under their heels, but still, the miners persevered, preparing traps in their mine, gathering their weapons, and forming a plan to surge against the States and overthrow the yokes of oppression that had held them down for so long. Surrounded by explosive ore that could go off with one false move, surrounded by the best army across all of Rodinia, the miners made their stand.
The well armed soldiers - clad in all white, carrying luxite weapons and powerful magic, supposedly blessed by the Radiant - versus the miners. Dirty, starving, common, people, motivated by their want for freedom. For a better life. Their love for country, for each other, and for the beating heart of a nation that had never had a chance to spread its wings. These miners, and their leader, a man whose name has since been lost to the annals of history, bravely stood at the front of their lines - the leader with an axe, and a fervent heart.
On the day of the rebellion, he and the other miners surged against the overwhelmingly powerful force of the Papal States, and ultimately, they were captured - to call it a suicide mission was putting it lightly. As the men stood in the mines in shackles and chains, the soldiers marched their leader to the front, to have him executed before the rest of the miners as an example. The captain of the guard asked him if he was afraid, attempting to make a mockery, or to perhaps shame him. After all, a man just moments from losing his life may just say many things to save it - and yet. The leader of the miner turned his head back towards his men, and at the point of a crossbow, he shouted, with all of his heart - "The only thing we have to fear is indifference and numbness!"
[ there's a brief pause as he says it - for a moment, reveling in the mental image, in the cause, in the fearsome miner's rebellion, and of course, for just a bit of dramatic effect. ]
...In the end, the miners were all killed, not just the leader, and the Papal States attempted to suppress the miner's rebellion as little more than an upstart as opposed to a movement to freedom. But the spark had been lit, and the Miner's Rebellion left a scorch mark that turned into a blaze. It was within six months that Iria overthrew the reign of the Papal States, and moved from vassal to independent kingdom.
[ he taps his hands against his book, and smiles. ]
The deaths of those miners was a tragedy that ought never to have happened, yes. But, their choice - as the historical records tell it, they stood against oppression, anyway. And it was their sacrifice that led to their ultimate goal, even though they never got to see it.
[ and then - the smile goes a bit more sheepish, and he huffs a laugh. ] The end.
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so!! taair hums a little bit, and scoots closer - opening the book on his lap, and turning the pages so yves can see. the inside of the book is written in perfect, neat handwriting, with diagrams and maps, and as he flips to a certain page, he smooths it open with both hands.
taair is a good storyteller. he launches into it as only a historian could - soft, even voice, full of passion for his subject. ]
In the year 985, my homeland - then known as the State of Iria - was under the control of the Papal States of Rodinia, as one of its many vassal states. In the archives of the Papal States, these years were golden and prosperous, and the Irians gathered the holy material of luxite and brought it to the capital of Lightgloam City, the Grand Sanctuary under the Radiance. In exchange, the Papal States protected Iria from her potential invaders, and kept the state prosperous and happy.
But, that was not the case at all.
In reality, the State of Iria's rulers, puppets of the Papal State, taxed the poor citizens to pad the pockets of the Light of Sanctuary - ignoring their very duty to enforce law and order, so long as their tithes were paid. The treatment of the Irians was cruel, and noneso was more heinous than the Luxite mines, where Irians worked for trifles in dangerous, deadly conditions, to extract all the rich, valuable luxite and give it to the Papal States. Luxite is not a holy artifact, but rather, an extremely precious commodity, and Iria's lands were full of it.
Over the years of oppression and cruelty, the spirit of the people began to grow angrier, and angrier. And the miners, at the heart of it all - began to tell whispers of revolutions through the streets. The Papal States responded to their advances, crushing opposition under their heels, but still, the miners persevered, preparing traps in their mine, gathering their weapons, and forming a plan to surge against the States and overthrow the yokes of oppression that had held them down for so long. Surrounded by explosive ore that could go off with one false move, surrounded by the best army across all of Rodinia, the miners made their stand.
The well armed soldiers - clad in all white, carrying luxite weapons and powerful magic, supposedly blessed by the Radiant - versus the miners. Dirty, starving, common, people, motivated by their want for freedom. For a better life. Their love for country, for each other, and for the beating heart of a nation that had never had a chance to spread its wings. These miners, and their leader, a man whose name has since been lost to the annals of history, bravely stood at the front of their lines - the leader with an axe, and a fervent heart.
On the day of the rebellion, he and the other miners surged against the overwhelmingly powerful force of the Papal States, and ultimately, they were captured - to call it a suicide mission was putting it lightly. As the men stood in the mines in shackles and chains, the soldiers marched their leader to the front, to have him executed before the rest of the miners as an example. The captain of the guard asked him if he was afraid, attempting to make a mockery, or to perhaps shame him. After all, a man just moments from losing his life may just say many things to save it - and yet. The leader of the miner turned his head back towards his men, and at the point of a crossbow, he shouted, with all of his heart - "The only thing we have to fear is indifference and numbness!"
[ there's a brief pause as he says it - for a moment, reveling in the mental image, in the cause, in the fearsome miner's rebellion, and of course, for just a bit of dramatic effect. ]
...In the end, the miners were all killed, not just the leader, and the Papal States attempted to suppress the miner's rebellion as little more than an upstart as opposed to a movement to freedom. But the spark had been lit, and the Miner's Rebellion left a scorch mark that turned into a blaze. It was within six months that Iria overthrew the reign of the Papal States, and moved from vassal to independent kingdom.
[ he taps his hands against his book, and smiles. ]
The deaths of those miners was a tragedy that ought never to have happened, yes. But, their choice - as the historical records tell it, they stood against oppression, anyway. And it was their sacrifice that led to their ultimate goal, even though they never got to see it.
[ and then - the smile goes a bit more sheepish, and he huffs a laugh. ] The end.