The Ferry Agreement

[Orlanth 4667]

The Ferry Agreement, 1855

 

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 13th of Sigismund’s End, 1855

 

1. The Ferrymen will receive a tax-exempt home within Providence.

 

2. The Ferrymen will receive an optimal location within the city square of Providence to sell goods.

 

3. For four years from the signing of this treaty, the Ferrymen will aid the Empire in the defense of Providence, as well assistance in any internal conflicts against the Imperial Crown.

 

AD DEI GLORIAM,

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera 

 

[Pancakehz 2279]

"Well this just got interesting" said Vydrek Volaren

[Malta 2811]

A man clad in Green chuckles from his stroll through the Providence Countryside, a smile forming across his worn face. "Cheers then."

[Frenchless_fry 269]

The Evil Dishwasher of Stone Tower puts on a wig and a stolen ISA uniform "I guess I will be needing this."

[cappor 563]

Iscesi 'Snowbird' Velulaei'onn prepares his various wares in preparation for the new shop.

[Eryane 3698]

Empress Anastasia I raises a glass of wine in cheers.

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"Four years? Fair enough." commented James Fisher, ensuring his calendar is marked

[seannie 7443]

"Didn't these mercenaries kill them just a few months ago?" Maxim inquires with a raised brow as the Ferryboys are allowed access to Providence unhindered. "Emperor's gone mad!"

[TryaxReck 377]

Alec decided to move out from Imperial lands, to a place that wasn't employing bandits as mercenaries. 

[Anbennar 2352]

Peralien says only one thing. "I mean, Urguan technically can't be mad at the Ferrymen, they don't swear any loyalty to Urguan. Although Oren's insane for suddenly trusting the Ferrymen, and I'm thankful that it says that they'll only defend Providence and protect the crown from internal matters for only four years."

[Sarmadonn 652]

"But. . . We slew their soldiers. . . . Their people. . . Have they no spine?" Worm spoke to himself inside the stone tower. He seemed confused on why the Empire would sign such an agreement, but nonetheless brought his hands up to the sky in prayer for the thousands of ISA soldiers who lost their lives to the Ferrymen. "May their sacrifice never be forgotten. . . . ."

[burntgoosebuns 282]

"I'll still be wanting that cinnamon bun," Ruina chuckles, nodding her head upon reading the agreement.

[Buffsanta 961]

Lord Hieran reads over the missive with a slow nod

"ah, what fun. Should be rather interesting."

He states, before returning to his office. 

[High_On_Math 449]

You know that feeling . . . 

When the bois in green masks kill you as you are pinned helplessly to the ground, a defenseless cripple who cant walk?

When your subconscious remembers this and screams?

When you hide behind bushes and traverse far away from civilization so the Ferrymen don't get you?

When your settlement is raided, again and again, and you watch civilians, young and old, male and female get slaughtered and tortured by the Ferrymen?

When the bois in green masks capture your son, and are about to haul him away to be slaughtered, if you couldn't pay them 500 minas?

 

When the bois in green masks take away your land

When the bois in green masks break into your capital

When the bois in green masks kill your friends as you fight alongside them

 

You know that feeling . . . 

When the government grovels, and the people grovel too.

Smile  . . . smiling . . . why's everyone smiling?

Welcome, Ferrymen . . . 

 

You know that feeling when you're forced to welcome and befriend the very people who slaughtered you?   

 

"Hun, right now, we know you saw all the dead bodies, but forget them.  They died for nothing.  We're friends with the ferrymen now.  They won - we realize we were in the wrong for trying to fight them.  Don't forget the people who died.  Spit on their memory."

 

That's how Luthriel was feeling.

 

Oren is a mother dog.  A scared, submissive, pathetic mother dog that grovels in front of the human who abused her.  She tucks her tail in, wags it slightly, hangs her head low, and urinates on the floor in front of the human who killed her puppies.

 

Luthriel would rather watch Orenians wail in the streets, fighting to the bitter end, as a foreign nation came to enslave it than watch Orenians forget - nay - spit on the memory of those who died.

 

She had to welcome murderers like they were good men and women.  In one sense, welcome them as better men and women then the civilians who died at their hands were.  And that was the worst thing she could imagine.