Post by Ladorak on Aug 9, 2009 11:42:01 GMT -5
((Open to anybeast who lives in Rosferia and wants to depose the King!))
The tocsin was ringing throughout Cosnair. Bells were pealing steeples and in churches that had been invaded by beasts who were now summoning all loyal citizens of Rosferia who wished to do something about the monarch....namely to remove Augustine from his seat of power and create once and for all a true republic for Rosferia. It was night....close to midnight in fact. Around 11:30 on August the 9th, 1792.
It had been a frantic week moving up to this point. Paul Cutter, Milton Dragonis, and Otto Kurtz had been gathering supporters to their banner daily. Deciding to give the King one last chance to make things right, the elusive ferret Cutter had presented to the Legislative Assembly (in conjunction with petitions from most of the departments in the city of Cosnair) a demand that they must vote by August 9th to remove the King from his position of power and draft a new constitution in favor of a republic for Rosferia. Augustine was also given one week exactly to abdicate his throne and renounce any claims to the throne he or his family had. The week had come and gone. The Assembly had ignored the demand and Augustine had kept quiet, cooped up inside of his palace.
With the deadline over and done with, the time to move against the royal palace was at paw. Issuing a call to all interested citizens to assemble at City Hall, the warning bells were being rung now to gather beasts from across the capital. The bells resonated, booming their dire warnings out across the rooftops, sounding ominous and dirge like. No one now doubted the seriousness of the populace of Cosnair. Of course, Augustine had taken precautions. He had been expecting attack, and had mobilized some of the National Guard in defense of the palace. Cannon had been rolled out, and placed on bridges over the River Trist, the effort to block the linkup of one side of the city with the other being the obvious goal. The Scarlet Guard were on full alert, and none at all were sleeping this night. They too could hear the pealing of the tocsin, as could Augustine and his family.
Many regiments of the National Guard were proving to be disloyal to Augustine however, and were flocking towards City Hall, their banners flying high, their muskets raised upon shoulders, their brass buttons glinting dully in the dim gaslight from the streets. City Hall was close to deserted at this time of night, though there were a few clerks and office workers burning the midnight oil so to speak. The front doors were broken in however, the locks smashed and the wooden frames shattered. A large multitude began to move in, invading the occupied offices and forcing the clerks out and into the streets.
"In the name of mammals and reptiles and the citizens of Cosnair!" a blue furred otter was proclaiming as they entered into the conference room, startling a pair of hares who had been busy working on some sort of project. "City Hall is being taken over by the populace. The government workers who reside here will no longer be considered legitimate. The Commune of Cosnair will be taking full control of City Hall and setting up a new government. Those who do not support us are against us and will be evicted immediately." Otto Kurtz said with narrowed eyes as he fixed the two indignant hares with a defiant stare.
"On what authority do you presume to..." but Otto cut them off.
"I figured you'd say that. Get them out of here! Toss them into the street! We will NOT be stopped!" the otter shouted, and the two protesting government workers were seized by the arms and led, kicking their rather large legs out and trying to break free but to little avail. This was happening all throughout the sizable building. All workers who refused to join the new government were summarily thrown on their rumps into the streets of Cosnair. The Commune was taking charge now.
Otto immediately began unfurling maps and charts, and was soon joined by a ferret....dressed reasonably well in a black overcoat and brown pants. His fur was actually upon his body, a rarity indeed for Paul Cutter. Normally he was furless thanks to his skin condition. But tonight he was wearing his pelt and wearing it with pride. It was the first time he was publicly walking the streets in at least a year. He was the mastermind behind this, and most of the planning had originated with him. Otto Kurtz was in charge of mobilizing the Cordeliers Club, and Milton Dragonis had brought his own Jacobin Club along. Both were to be active tonight in the march upon Augustine's Palace.
"Well well....the night has finally arrived." Cutter said, the anticipation evident in his voice.
"Indeed.....no monarch will sit upon the throne of this nation by the time the dawn's rays touch the sky. I want us to be on the move before daylight. We need to hit them hard and fast. We gave the King a week....he did not respond. His time is up. Now it's our time....now it's the time of the people. Right! First order of business.....we need to summon Marquis Gottschalk here and ask him to join our cause. If he refuses....we'll place him under arrest and replace him with our own plant within the National Guard. He'll then proceed to take command, withdraw the troops from the palace, and utilize the National Guard in our attack. We need Gottschalk out of the way or with us first....." the otter said, stroking his chin.
"I'll send a summons to Gottschalk. Chances are he won't know there's been a change of....government here at City Hall. He won't suspect us until after he arrives." Cutter stated, and briefly left Otto's side in order to begin composing the message of summons to Gottschalk. Everything was falling into place....the new government was beginning to file into the various offices and begin work right away on drafting up a new petition to the Assembly. The Assembly itself had been awoken by the tocsin, and decided to hold a session within their walls to discuss the abolition of the slave trade. They knew what was afoot...but their numbers had shrank so much as to be only around 200 of the original 745 members that they were now a mere shell of what they used to be.
Otto started scanning the room....he knew Sciurus would be here soon....his friend would show up....the night was only just beginning after all....
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The clanging, donging of the bells awakened Boneparte Lantzer with a start. He shot bolt upright in his bed. He was staying in a small rental house close to the King's Palace, due north of it several blocks in fact. His fur was matted with sweat. He'd been passing a restless sleep. The meerkat knew full well the troubles that were going on out there. He knew it would only be a matter of time before this occurred.
Fumbling around in his darkened room, he made his way over to the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be occurring out there in the blackness of the night......was this it?
*****************
Dong! Dong! Dong! It was an annoying, noisy cacophony that was splitting open Montegu Sylver's head. What was all that blasted racket!? He scrunched his face up, opening his eyes laboriously. He had been trying to enjoy a rather good sleep at his hotel room, and now this. He was hot on the trail of his cousin Spindrick, who he now all but knew was partly behind the theft of the Rosferian Crown Jewels. He was getting close....oh so close to discovering their location and figured he'd need only a few more days before he cracked the case.
The weasel detective crawled out of bed, grabbing his cane as he did so. The tocsin was being rung....but for what purpose? Squinting in the dim light, Monty decided to dress himself, throwing on his pants, his vest, and his cloak. Placing his top hat upon his head, he checked to ensure he had his pistol with him and then finished the job by pulling on his spats. Why not see what was making all this racket.....his curiosity of course was rather big, and would not be easily satisfied. He exited his room and began making his way down the stairs to the hotel lobby......
The tocsin was ringing throughout Cosnair. Bells were pealing steeples and in churches that had been invaded by beasts who were now summoning all loyal citizens of Rosferia who wished to do something about the monarch....namely to remove Augustine from his seat of power and create once and for all a true republic for Rosferia. It was night....close to midnight in fact. Around 11:30 on August the 9th, 1792.
It had been a frantic week moving up to this point. Paul Cutter, Milton Dragonis, and Otto Kurtz had been gathering supporters to their banner daily. Deciding to give the King one last chance to make things right, the elusive ferret Cutter had presented to the Legislative Assembly (in conjunction with petitions from most of the departments in the city of Cosnair) a demand that they must vote by August 9th to remove the King from his position of power and draft a new constitution in favor of a republic for Rosferia. Augustine was also given one week exactly to abdicate his throne and renounce any claims to the throne he or his family had. The week had come and gone. The Assembly had ignored the demand and Augustine had kept quiet, cooped up inside of his palace.
With the deadline over and done with, the time to move against the royal palace was at paw. Issuing a call to all interested citizens to assemble at City Hall, the warning bells were being rung now to gather beasts from across the capital. The bells resonated, booming their dire warnings out across the rooftops, sounding ominous and dirge like. No one now doubted the seriousness of the populace of Cosnair. Of course, Augustine had taken precautions. He had been expecting attack, and had mobilized some of the National Guard in defense of the palace. Cannon had been rolled out, and placed on bridges over the River Trist, the effort to block the linkup of one side of the city with the other being the obvious goal. The Scarlet Guard were on full alert, and none at all were sleeping this night. They too could hear the pealing of the tocsin, as could Augustine and his family.
Many regiments of the National Guard were proving to be disloyal to Augustine however, and were flocking towards City Hall, their banners flying high, their muskets raised upon shoulders, their brass buttons glinting dully in the dim gaslight from the streets. City Hall was close to deserted at this time of night, though there were a few clerks and office workers burning the midnight oil so to speak. The front doors were broken in however, the locks smashed and the wooden frames shattered. A large multitude began to move in, invading the occupied offices and forcing the clerks out and into the streets.
"In the name of mammals and reptiles and the citizens of Cosnair!" a blue furred otter was proclaiming as they entered into the conference room, startling a pair of hares who had been busy working on some sort of project. "City Hall is being taken over by the populace. The government workers who reside here will no longer be considered legitimate. The Commune of Cosnair will be taking full control of City Hall and setting up a new government. Those who do not support us are against us and will be evicted immediately." Otto Kurtz said with narrowed eyes as he fixed the two indignant hares with a defiant stare.
"On what authority do you presume to..." but Otto cut them off.
"I figured you'd say that. Get them out of here! Toss them into the street! We will NOT be stopped!" the otter shouted, and the two protesting government workers were seized by the arms and led, kicking their rather large legs out and trying to break free but to little avail. This was happening all throughout the sizable building. All workers who refused to join the new government were summarily thrown on their rumps into the streets of Cosnair. The Commune was taking charge now.
Otto immediately began unfurling maps and charts, and was soon joined by a ferret....dressed reasonably well in a black overcoat and brown pants. His fur was actually upon his body, a rarity indeed for Paul Cutter. Normally he was furless thanks to his skin condition. But tonight he was wearing his pelt and wearing it with pride. It was the first time he was publicly walking the streets in at least a year. He was the mastermind behind this, and most of the planning had originated with him. Otto Kurtz was in charge of mobilizing the Cordeliers Club, and Milton Dragonis had brought his own Jacobin Club along. Both were to be active tonight in the march upon Augustine's Palace.
"Well well....the night has finally arrived." Cutter said, the anticipation evident in his voice.
"Indeed.....no monarch will sit upon the throne of this nation by the time the dawn's rays touch the sky. I want us to be on the move before daylight. We need to hit them hard and fast. We gave the King a week....he did not respond. His time is up. Now it's our time....now it's the time of the people. Right! First order of business.....we need to summon Marquis Gottschalk here and ask him to join our cause. If he refuses....we'll place him under arrest and replace him with our own plant within the National Guard. He'll then proceed to take command, withdraw the troops from the palace, and utilize the National Guard in our attack. We need Gottschalk out of the way or with us first....." the otter said, stroking his chin.
"I'll send a summons to Gottschalk. Chances are he won't know there's been a change of....government here at City Hall. He won't suspect us until after he arrives." Cutter stated, and briefly left Otto's side in order to begin composing the message of summons to Gottschalk. Everything was falling into place....the new government was beginning to file into the various offices and begin work right away on drafting up a new petition to the Assembly. The Assembly itself had been awoken by the tocsin, and decided to hold a session within their walls to discuss the abolition of the slave trade. They knew what was afoot...but their numbers had shrank so much as to be only around 200 of the original 745 members that they were now a mere shell of what they used to be.
Otto started scanning the room....he knew Sciurus would be here soon....his friend would show up....the night was only just beginning after all....
**************
The clanging, donging of the bells awakened Boneparte Lantzer with a start. He shot bolt upright in his bed. He was staying in a small rental house close to the King's Palace, due north of it several blocks in fact. His fur was matted with sweat. He'd been passing a restless sleep. The meerkat knew full well the troubles that were going on out there. He knew it would only be a matter of time before this occurred.
Fumbling around in his darkened room, he made his way over to the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be occurring out there in the blackness of the night......was this it?
*****************
Dong! Dong! Dong! It was an annoying, noisy cacophony that was splitting open Montegu Sylver's head. What was all that blasted racket!? He scrunched his face up, opening his eyes laboriously. He had been trying to enjoy a rather good sleep at his hotel room, and now this. He was hot on the trail of his cousin Spindrick, who he now all but knew was partly behind the theft of the Rosferian Crown Jewels. He was getting close....oh so close to discovering their location and figured he'd need only a few more days before he cracked the case.
The weasel detective crawled out of bed, grabbing his cane as he did so. The tocsin was being rung....but for what purpose? Squinting in the dim light, Monty decided to dress himself, throwing on his pants, his vest, and his cloak. Placing his top hat upon his head, he checked to ensure he had his pistol with him and then finished the job by pulling on his spats. Why not see what was making all this racket.....his curiosity of course was rather big, and would not be easily satisfied. He exited his room and began making his way down the stairs to the hotel lobby......