How is Rebellion born?

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Through the bustling city of Reim, the young maiden would exit the tavern with displease. Being yet again kicked out for knocking out of one of the other customers, it was he who started it, getting too close, with his breath fresh with ale piling in her face, it wasn't a guess to think she'd punch a few teeth out of em. She let out a large sigh seeing as all she wanted was some info on this letter she had obtained from some unknown person. She stood outside the tavern, pulling out a piece of paper from her bosom, opening it to read it once again.

She puffed her cheeks at what she read, at how babyish it sounded. If there were no place to speak anyone's mind, how should we plan for the future, everyone's opinion good or bad, are what open the paths to different situations in which we pursue to better ourselves and others. It was pretty sad in her eyes, especially being her own homeland. She questioned this letters pursuit...did it want her to hear out these peoples wishes and grant them it, did it want her to help these people release this inner tension or was there someone behind the scenes that wanted information of the people of Reim and their thoughts of Kou's intentions.

But the letter said reward money, so she wasn't going to be picky and take the job, let alone that she's practically broke and would have probably been kicked out of the tavern either way. Seeing some new faces within the city might be a good thing and seeing other peoples opinions might open her eyes to view this transgression. The first thing that she's needs to prepare is a place they can call safe from opposing ears. She rubbed her chin as she put the piece of paper away, thinking of a place to hold such events.

320/500

Mari scouted out a empty abandoned warehouse on the far side of the city, that wasn't to far from one of the roads that led toward the marketplace. So it shouldn't be to hard to find neither the area it's going to be held nor the amount of people that would want to talk about their opinions on the occurrence of Reim. As she entered the warehouse with the intent to examine the interior, as soon as she took a few steps forward, she fell through the floor boards, her arms shot forward in attempt to catch herself, but it was to late. She fell down through and crashed onto a wooden crate, filled with yarn. Dust lifted into the air, she'd cough and flail her arms trying to get her sight back through the dust. As her eyes peered through the dust, she looked at another three pairs of eyes that stared back at her. With the dust cleared it was a pair of men standing beside a dropped crate, broken open, with dozens of weapons having fallen out.

"Uuhhhhh..You didn't see anything.." One of the men said waving his hands around in the sky, thinking that change anything but Mari would just stare at him with distaste, like that would have actually worked. "What are you guys doing!?" Mari shouted as she struggled to get herself out of the broken crate, pulling herself onto her feet, the crate was stuck on her booty. The three men looked at each other before returning toward the young women, obviously a civilian, A WARRIOR of Reim, they decide to open to her.

"We're collecting weapons for a rebellion! Zou's reign will forfeit if not by the KING! THE PEOPLE!" He shouted with his arm flexed toward her in great confidence. She looked into his eyes with curiousness, this was probably one of the leading situations within Reim that would lead to rebellion. For personal reasons people are willing to throw their lives away so that their country and it's people would live peacefully. Would a blood drawing Rebellion bring things to a close with a bigger point or message to Zou and their plans.

"What is it that you don't like about Zou and their intentions?" Mari asked with concern, the man shook his head with confusion, before looking back toward his two comrades. Huffing his nose he returned toward her. "Listen, We are from Reim! A strong country, built from Blood! Honor! Family! And More Blood! How are we just going to let these pleabians from Zou, come in here like they own the place and basically claim Reim! No one can Claim it! It's Reim! Are they going to claim the sky!? THE AIR TOO!? Ho ho, Not while I'm still breathing" He yelled toward her, before walking toward the fallen weapons. His rage was more or less that Reim gave itself to Zou and the Zou are treating it as their own. There's no telling when Zou will basically convert Reim into a country of their own and basically remove Reim from the map.

The letter was right, there are people within Reim with serious issues that need to be tended to, without the king to reassure whats happening to Reim, the people will question their king and soon after their country.

500+/500

Mari kicked over the crate filled with weapons, causing the crate to drop and crash into the ground with all the weapons falling out. The three men looked at the mess she made, anger filled their faces as they grabbed the collar of her attire, and throwing her against the wall. They pulled out swords and daggers toward her throat. "OI! Are you some Zou scum!?" The bandit holding her up shouted. "NO! I'm Mari Whildhelm of Reim, defender of this great kingdom! And I'm not going to let you dumbbells bring around more mischief! Zou already has it's hands around Reim, fighting wouldn't bring peace but war! Innocent civilians struck down and it would be you to blame!" Mari shouted confidently as the bandits lowered their blades, looking at each other with distaste.

"Listen, I won't disregard fighting the government as an option to end this. It's faster and makes a point. But unless your truly prepared, nothing but death will appear. Fighting against the government would be more of a plan that takes years to prepare for." She reminded them. "Have you thought about the good things that Zou could provide? What were you throwing away, something that good be easily provided for no cost, then take it from them." The bandits dropped their guard completely. "What do you expect us to do, sit here and be quiet!? What if by the time we make a stand, Reim isn't Reim anymore!" He reminded her.

She sighed at the truth to lengthened plots/plans, do have the tendency to go sour if the wait is to long, no one can tell the future, so it's mostly filled with luck or impatience. Releasing her she'd fix her collar and straightened her attire before returning her gaze toward them. "So what is this place? A storage for your weapons?" She asked with curiosity. "Ya-Yah. They asked us to hold them down here while we waited....for now of course. Hmpf." He replied. "Alright then, this is where I'll hold the event then, you three get this place cleaned up! We're having company!" She spoke with excitement