Post by sweden on Sept 5, 2010 14:41:03 GMT -5
THIS THREAD WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT OF A VIOLENT NATURE. It's called a bloodbath for a reason.
It had started with minor things really. Small things that had all come together and ignited into a roaring proclamation, the union had to go. It was Denmark's own arrogance that had caused the problems, that itself was something the Swede had no doubt about at all. Minor encroaches that disrupted trade had just rubbed his people up all the wrong way, and then that whole taxation thing had come about. It was all just a matter of idiocy, had Eric done as was agreed and discussed the taxes with the four estates then things wouldn't have escalated so quickly. It had though, of course it had. A revolution had come about, one that had at long last expelled the Danish from his land... Only to merely have them reaffirm their hold again if but a moment later. He wanted to be free from the shackles of his stupid union, this vile union that had been a mistake since its very creation. It was not good for his people and by hell they knew it... Mostly... Mostly they knew it.
His country was divided. Not in the sense of a civil war, but in the same way that could lead to one. Or at least it would had one side not been drastically larger than the other. After Engelbrekt more and more people were falling to support the anti-unionists, and thus so too was he. Granted he'd never cared much for the Dane and his attitude, however at the time his people had been content and in some small way this had gone towards pacifying him to the situation. Now though they were crying out to once and for all pull away and be themselves. Sve didn't just want this any more. No, now he needed it with all he was. Every part of him ached with the need to just be free and independent. He and his people were ready, they were ready to be free from his whole mess Denmark had forced them into... But things didn't always go to plan, and this had most certainly not been a part of the plan.
His people had accepted the Danish King as their own. He'd taken the vows and been anointed, it had seemed fine. For the first two days they celebrated, even Berwald had watched on without interjection through it (though it would have been to late to do anything had he wanted to at any rate, the man was his king now too). Even on this day things had seemed fine, or at least far better than they were actually now going. Really it had started simply enough. Christian had invited nobles and generals alike to a celebratory feast of sorts at the palace, and of course through invite of the king they attended. Indeed he himself was even set to go having been forced into clothes he found embarrassingly ornate. Whilst still muted (and frankly plain in the eyes of any other) the damn frills and ruffles peeved him somewhat. It was whilst walking along the hallway and muttering as he tugged at the hem of his shirt in discomfort that the actual depth of the problem arose.
Disallowed from bringing a weapon to the court room he'd been at an utter disadvantage when someone had jumped him from behind. That had been the prelude to his current situation.
"Le'me go!" He barked sharply, pulling against the bindings on his arms as he did. To say he was angry was a serious understatement. From the way his scowl was deeper than the norm, to the way an almost feral glare took his eyes. It was so damn obvious that he'd gone way past angry and into the realm of furious, furious at the moronic blond across from him. He could hear the yells and cries of outrage from his people... His people who needed him right now. He supposed it was a small mercy they were not yet screaming, for now they were not being harmed. He couldn't say how long that would last, and so it was utterly imperative that he get to them. There was no choice in the matter. He had to get to them no matter what the hell was in his way, and right now there were only two things. The ropes holding his arms firmly behind his back making them impossible to break, and that damn Dane... Two simple things that he had to remove.
Pulling again whilst his feet paddled uselessly against the floor, causing his back to arch slightly from his forced sitting position, it was clear all he was going to do was deepen the friction burns. "Damm't..." His voice was little more than a hissing whisper as eyes narrowed further. "Le'me go, Denm'rk!" It was clear it wasn't a request, and nor was it even close to such. His words were a flat out order. Of all the shit Denmark had pulled in his time this was sizing itself to be the best of the worst. To do this was just... Low. No, it was lower than low. To trick his people at such an occasion? It was the sort of sick behaviour you'd expect from the barbarians of old, not now.
It seemed he'd thought too much of Mathias and his people. What a fool he was... It was not a mistake he'd make again, but then again he shouldn't have made it in the first place. Of course this had been a trick, how could it not have been?! He'd had minor suspicions of course but what could he do about it? If the man was the King who controlled the Kalmar union then he was also the man Sweden had to follow without disobedience. He couldn't simply just up and point accusing fingers where he'd had no proof. This was the result of that though, the result of his own idiocy. Except the unexpected they say. Well that was good and all, and indeed he'd not trusted the man... But for him to do this during such an occasion? No, that was lower than even Sweden would have thought Christian and his followers would fall. He'd not seen this coming, but who could blame him for such?
Everyone. Yes, he'd let his people blame the country if they so needed. Whilst he'd never reveal who he was he'd still happily take their curses to his name. Not for self blame them, no. Berwald was not fool enough for that. Instead he'd turn their anger to the true cause, and with it cut down the tyranny that had controlled him and all he was as a nation for far too long. He had to know though... He had to know what the hell was going on here. Not the why and the how because right now they were were of lesser importance. All he needed to know was how his people were, and from there he could better judge what to do. To lose his head in something like this was not what anyone needed right now, and that was perhaps the greater restraint on him for the moment.
"Wha's 's all abo't? Yah gonna do to 'em?" Again his words were not meant to be given in a requesting fashion, they were demands. One would think that in such a vulnerable position he'd be more amicable toward the matter, but no. Instead he acted in much the same fashion he always did, outwardly cold and stoic. He had a knack for keeping things to himself, be it intentionally or not it was how he was. Thus with that in mind perhaps trying to judge him at present would be a mistake unless you knew what to look for. He didn't declare his emotions for the world for all to see, but that did not at all mean they were not there. No. More than anything it meant it was safer to keep him in your sights. Unlike Denmark who was emotionally open and predictable Sweden was not. He was the polar opposite and thus unpredictable. Perhaps this was simply another factor in people's fear of him. They didn't know where they stood or what he'd do next...
Just as he alas did not know what was to come next here. In the name of the god though don't let it be as bad as his mind was forcing him to believe.... With the Danes it probably was as bad as that... If not worse.[/color]
- If people want me to translate what he's saying then ask and I'll do so xD
- Title means 'Paint it red' by the way :I -bad sense of humour-
November 8th - 1520 - Stockholm
It had started with minor things really. Small things that had all come together and ignited into a roaring proclamation, the union had to go. It was Denmark's own arrogance that had caused the problems, that itself was something the Swede had no doubt about at all. Minor encroaches that disrupted trade had just rubbed his people up all the wrong way, and then that whole taxation thing had come about. It was all just a matter of idiocy, had Eric done as was agreed and discussed the taxes with the four estates then things wouldn't have escalated so quickly. It had though, of course it had. A revolution had come about, one that had at long last expelled the Danish from his land... Only to merely have them reaffirm their hold again if but a moment later. He wanted to be free from the shackles of his stupid union, this vile union that had been a mistake since its very creation. It was not good for his people and by hell they knew it... Mostly... Mostly they knew it.
His country was divided. Not in the sense of a civil war, but in the same way that could lead to one. Or at least it would had one side not been drastically larger than the other. After Engelbrekt more and more people were falling to support the anti-unionists, and thus so too was he. Granted he'd never cared much for the Dane and his attitude, however at the time his people had been content and in some small way this had gone towards pacifying him to the situation. Now though they were crying out to once and for all pull away and be themselves. Sve didn't just want this any more. No, now he needed it with all he was. Every part of him ached with the need to just be free and independent. He and his people were ready, they were ready to be free from his whole mess Denmark had forced them into... But things didn't always go to plan, and this had most certainly not been a part of the plan.
His people had accepted the Danish King as their own. He'd taken the vows and been anointed, it had seemed fine. For the first two days they celebrated, even Berwald had watched on without interjection through it (though it would have been to late to do anything had he wanted to at any rate, the man was his king now too). Even on this day things had seemed fine, or at least far better than they were actually now going. Really it had started simply enough. Christian had invited nobles and generals alike to a celebratory feast of sorts at the palace, and of course through invite of the king they attended. Indeed he himself was even set to go having been forced into clothes he found embarrassingly ornate. Whilst still muted (and frankly plain in the eyes of any other) the damn frills and ruffles peeved him somewhat. It was whilst walking along the hallway and muttering as he tugged at the hem of his shirt in discomfort that the actual depth of the problem arose.
Disallowed from bringing a weapon to the court room he'd been at an utter disadvantage when someone had jumped him from behind. That had been the prelude to his current situation.
"Le'me go!" He barked sharply, pulling against the bindings on his arms as he did. To say he was angry was a serious understatement. From the way his scowl was deeper than the norm, to the way an almost feral glare took his eyes. It was so damn obvious that he'd gone way past angry and into the realm of furious, furious at the moronic blond across from him. He could hear the yells and cries of outrage from his people... His people who needed him right now. He supposed it was a small mercy they were not yet screaming, for now they were not being harmed. He couldn't say how long that would last, and so it was utterly imperative that he get to them. There was no choice in the matter. He had to get to them no matter what the hell was in his way, and right now there were only two things. The ropes holding his arms firmly behind his back making them impossible to break, and that damn Dane... Two simple things that he had to remove.
Pulling again whilst his feet paddled uselessly against the floor, causing his back to arch slightly from his forced sitting position, it was clear all he was going to do was deepen the friction burns. "Damm't..." His voice was little more than a hissing whisper as eyes narrowed further. "Le'me go, Denm'rk!" It was clear it wasn't a request, and nor was it even close to such. His words were a flat out order. Of all the shit Denmark had pulled in his time this was sizing itself to be the best of the worst. To do this was just... Low. No, it was lower than low. To trick his people at such an occasion? It was the sort of sick behaviour you'd expect from the barbarians of old, not now.
It seemed he'd thought too much of Mathias and his people. What a fool he was... It was not a mistake he'd make again, but then again he shouldn't have made it in the first place. Of course this had been a trick, how could it not have been?! He'd had minor suspicions of course but what could he do about it? If the man was the King who controlled the Kalmar union then he was also the man Sweden had to follow without disobedience. He couldn't simply just up and point accusing fingers where he'd had no proof. This was the result of that though, the result of his own idiocy. Except the unexpected they say. Well that was good and all, and indeed he'd not trusted the man... But for him to do this during such an occasion? No, that was lower than even Sweden would have thought Christian and his followers would fall. He'd not seen this coming, but who could blame him for such?
Everyone. Yes, he'd let his people blame the country if they so needed. Whilst he'd never reveal who he was he'd still happily take their curses to his name. Not for self blame them, no. Berwald was not fool enough for that. Instead he'd turn their anger to the true cause, and with it cut down the tyranny that had controlled him and all he was as a nation for far too long. He had to know though... He had to know what the hell was going on here. Not the why and the how because right now they were were of lesser importance. All he needed to know was how his people were, and from there he could better judge what to do. To lose his head in something like this was not what anyone needed right now, and that was perhaps the greater restraint on him for the moment.
"Wha's 's all abo't? Yah gonna do to 'em?" Again his words were not meant to be given in a requesting fashion, they were demands. One would think that in such a vulnerable position he'd be more amicable toward the matter, but no. Instead he acted in much the same fashion he always did, outwardly cold and stoic. He had a knack for keeping things to himself, be it intentionally or not it was how he was. Thus with that in mind perhaps trying to judge him at present would be a mistake unless you knew what to look for. He didn't declare his emotions for the world for all to see, but that did not at all mean they were not there. No. More than anything it meant it was safer to keep him in your sights. Unlike Denmark who was emotionally open and predictable Sweden was not. He was the polar opposite and thus unpredictable. Perhaps this was simply another factor in people's fear of him. They didn't know where they stood or what he'd do next...
Just as he alas did not know what was to come next here. In the name of the god though don't let it be as bad as his mind was forcing him to believe.... With the Danes it probably was as bad as that... If not worse.
- If people want me to translate what he's saying then ask and I'll do so xD
- Title means 'Paint it red' by the way :I -bad sense of humour-