Post by etarip on May 12, 2014 13:01:57 GMT -5
"The desire to be a pilgrim is deeply rooted in human nature. To stand where those that we reverence once stood, to see the very sites where they were born and toiled and died, gives us a feeling of mystical contact with them and is a practical expression our homage."
(A History of the Crusades, Vol. 1, the First Crusade, Steven Runciman, page 38) (real)
"Something had begun to stir in the Revolutionary organization. In an institution already full of passionate and idealistic men and women, a new flame had been lit from within. It began when rumours and reports from spies and observers within the Floating Cloud Kingdom described that the Royal family was about to reach an agreement in regard to acceding the World Government. Had the Floating Cloud Kingdom been like any other island, the reports may only have saddened and distressed the common Revolutionary. However, the Floating Cloud Kingdom held a special significance for many of those associated with the revolution. Fifty years prior, a renowned officer of organization, born and raised on the Floating Cloud island, had been martyred for his belief in the ideals of the revolution. From that point and onwards, the Grand Line island found in the Reflection Route, became a site of pilgrimage, visited by hundreds if not thousands of Revolutionaries a year. So when reports starting coming in of the island wishing to affiliate itself with the World Government and the Marines, many Revolutionaries feared that the pilgrimage would become impossible.
Due to the situation being so volatile and the resources of the Revolution growing thin, the leadership of the organization made no move. This sparked a reaction from Revolutionaries of all rank. Many started making their way to the Floating Cloud almost spontaneously. Though they were not organized at first, a common goal began to emerge as more and more ships anchored outside the island: they were going to claim the Floating Cloud island for the Revolution."
(The Floating Cloud Crusade: Causes and Effects, Ichorous Earthart, Revolutionary historian, page 57) (fictional)
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As the sultry sun beamed down upon the windstruck seas outside the island that held the Floating Cloud Kingdom, Sinon could hardly contain his excitement. Though he cared little for whole "pilgrim-aspect" of the movement that had risen to claim the Floating Cloud island, or the fabled martyr who was considered a hero of the Revolution, the man with the vigorous goatee and the cloudy grey eyes saw an opportunity in the whole mess. If he could somehow slither into the leadership of the "crusade", as it was named by some, or if he made some kind of heroic act during the siege, his chances of advancement would increase substantially. Though the leadership of the Revolutionaries had neither condoned nor condemned the operation, the man from the Waste in South Blue had reached the conclusion that the crusade was now so popular that the leadership would have to honor its leaders and heroes if it was succesful. Unconsciously, Sinon began fiddling his fingers around the woodcarving he held in his hand. He had worked vigoriously on it during the journey; from a wooden block he had created an intricate carving that pictured the death of the hero from Floating Cloud. He had made into a sort of round emblem that he could wear on his jacket. Why had he done this, you ask? Sinon knew that his best opportunity at fame would come from the fact that he was recognizable amongst the hoi polloi; a symbol or a trademark would increase his chances of being "discovered".
From his viewpoint on the deck of a Marine vessel, Sinon let his surroundings wash over his senses. Before him, covering the mouth of the Snaking River and the southern docks (the only entrance to the island; the other sides were covered with jagged and pointy rocks that would be nearly impossible to climb), stood a floating wooden platform constructed by Marine engineers. It was by no means an engineering marvel, but it served its purpose well enough; several huts and steel protective barriers had been set up to protect it from arrows and cannonballs. There was also a primitive wooden hut that was reserved for the leaders of the expedition. Moving on to another one of his senses, Sinon could smell the sickeningly sweet smell of gunpowder, sweat and blood in the air. Cannons on both sides had been firing some rounds during the day, but to no avail. One unlucky chap had been mortally injured on their sides, whilst the casualties and injured on the other side was unknown. Sinon made a mental nod; this was a siege, of course people would die. He almost spat instinctively as he thought about the younglings who had cried for the mortally injured Revolutionary. It made no sense to him. Moving on, he noted that a provisionary wooden wall had been set up to cover most of the docks from intruders. It was a sturdy wall, able to resist cannonfire. Letting his eyes wander, Sinon looked at the...looming cloud hovering over the island. The Snaking River eventually turned into a cloudpath to the sky island that was the home of the Royal Family and the heart of the Kingdom. If their ambition indeed was to claim the island for the Revolution, the sky island would be the main target for their crusade. Sinon shivered with excitement; the sky island was covered with a stone wall that made the cloud near impregnable. The only way in would be through the cloudpath, but the heavily fortified gates seemed like a deathtrap.
Sinon, wearing a thick grey jacket that protected him from the sudden windcasts of the island, lost his focus as the anchor was thrown down. The excited and fearful men and women began lining up for the smaller boats that would take them to the floating platform. The man from the Waste followed their example and placed himself neatly into line. After a short and uneventful crossing from the ship to the platform, Sinon began analysing the situation. 'Hmm, do I try to persuade the leadership to embrace me as their advisor, or do I attempt some heroics. Nevertheless, I should find some company. Two minds will always be better than one.'
(A History of the Crusades, Vol. 1, the First Crusade, Steven Runciman, page 38) (real)
"Something had begun to stir in the Revolutionary organization. In an institution already full of passionate and idealistic men and women, a new flame had been lit from within. It began when rumours and reports from spies and observers within the Floating Cloud Kingdom described that the Royal family was about to reach an agreement in regard to acceding the World Government. Had the Floating Cloud Kingdom been like any other island, the reports may only have saddened and distressed the common Revolutionary. However, the Floating Cloud Kingdom held a special significance for many of those associated with the revolution. Fifty years prior, a renowned officer of organization, born and raised on the Floating Cloud island, had been martyred for his belief in the ideals of the revolution. From that point and onwards, the Grand Line island found in the Reflection Route, became a site of pilgrimage, visited by hundreds if not thousands of Revolutionaries a year. So when reports starting coming in of the island wishing to affiliate itself with the World Government and the Marines, many Revolutionaries feared that the pilgrimage would become impossible.
Due to the situation being so volatile and the resources of the Revolution growing thin, the leadership of the organization made no move. This sparked a reaction from Revolutionaries of all rank. Many started making their way to the Floating Cloud almost spontaneously. Though they were not organized at first, a common goal began to emerge as more and more ships anchored outside the island: they were going to claim the Floating Cloud island for the Revolution."
(The Floating Cloud Crusade: Causes and Effects, Ichorous Earthart, Revolutionary historian, page 57) (fictional)
________________________________________
As the sultry sun beamed down upon the windstruck seas outside the island that held the Floating Cloud Kingdom, Sinon could hardly contain his excitement. Though he cared little for whole "pilgrim-aspect" of the movement that had risen to claim the Floating Cloud island, or the fabled martyr who was considered a hero of the Revolution, the man with the vigorous goatee and the cloudy grey eyes saw an opportunity in the whole mess. If he could somehow slither into the leadership of the "crusade", as it was named by some, or if he made some kind of heroic act during the siege, his chances of advancement would increase substantially. Though the leadership of the Revolutionaries had neither condoned nor condemned the operation, the man from the Waste in South Blue had reached the conclusion that the crusade was now so popular that the leadership would have to honor its leaders and heroes if it was succesful. Unconsciously, Sinon began fiddling his fingers around the woodcarving he held in his hand. He had worked vigoriously on it during the journey; from a wooden block he had created an intricate carving that pictured the death of the hero from Floating Cloud. He had made into a sort of round emblem that he could wear on his jacket. Why had he done this, you ask? Sinon knew that his best opportunity at fame would come from the fact that he was recognizable amongst the hoi polloi; a symbol or a trademark would increase his chances of being "discovered".
From his viewpoint on the deck of a Marine vessel, Sinon let his surroundings wash over his senses. Before him, covering the mouth of the Snaking River and the southern docks (the only entrance to the island; the other sides were covered with jagged and pointy rocks that would be nearly impossible to climb), stood a floating wooden platform constructed by Marine engineers. It was by no means an engineering marvel, but it served its purpose well enough; several huts and steel protective barriers had been set up to protect it from arrows and cannonballs. There was also a primitive wooden hut that was reserved for the leaders of the expedition. Moving on to another one of his senses, Sinon could smell the sickeningly sweet smell of gunpowder, sweat and blood in the air. Cannons on both sides had been firing some rounds during the day, but to no avail. One unlucky chap had been mortally injured on their sides, whilst the casualties and injured on the other side was unknown. Sinon made a mental nod; this was a siege, of course people would die. He almost spat instinctively as he thought about the younglings who had cried for the mortally injured Revolutionary. It made no sense to him. Moving on, he noted that a provisionary wooden wall had been set up to cover most of the docks from intruders. It was a sturdy wall, able to resist cannonfire. Letting his eyes wander, Sinon looked at the...looming cloud hovering over the island. The Snaking River eventually turned into a cloudpath to the sky island that was the home of the Royal Family and the heart of the Kingdom. If their ambition indeed was to claim the island for the Revolution, the sky island would be the main target for their crusade. Sinon shivered with excitement; the sky island was covered with a stone wall that made the cloud near impregnable. The only way in would be through the cloudpath, but the heavily fortified gates seemed like a deathtrap.
Sinon, wearing a thick grey jacket that protected him from the sudden windcasts of the island, lost his focus as the anchor was thrown down. The excited and fearful men and women began lining up for the smaller boats that would take them to the floating platform. The man from the Waste followed their example and placed himself neatly into line. After a short and uneventful crossing from the ship to the platform, Sinon began analysing the situation. 'Hmm, do I try to persuade the leadership to embrace me as their advisor, or do I attempt some heroics. Nevertheless, I should find some company. Two minds will always be better than one.'