The Saga of Las Aminour

They Came from New Mibeji

Let the lore begin...

President Aaron Firehand and unknown passengers appear at the podium stage.

"Citizens of Las Aminour, worry not about these strangers. Due to the two attempts on my life, I have brought official royal bodyguards. The job has long since been believed to have been given to Sir Parcival, but I am instituting a task force to keep the president safe. Now, is there any objections?"

"Bet," Devin McCown replies.

"No."

Akyan makes an odd choking noise at the mention of Sir Parcival but recovers quickly. He looks around to see what everyone else is doing.

"Yes. All is well within the country. I am actively searching for the... the... THAT DARN REBEL!!! THEY HAVE LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE! ICAN'T FIND THEM ANYWHERE!!! AHHHHHHH!!!" This is continued by incoherent screaming for a few minutes. "Sorry! I had a fit there. All is fine."

Akyan, still standing behind Aaron, shifts his attention to the speaker, still looking slightly confused, he tries to examine the speaker. Hearing something about a "Rebel", he has a slightly concerned expression.

Like Akyan, Herod seems slightly concerned at the mention of a rebel. "What rebel are you talking about?" She hovers next to Akyan, behind Aaron.

Away from the microphone, so no one can hear, "Past history, I can fill you in later once we get to the barracks." Moving back to the microphone, "Thank you all for attending this president speech, go back to your lives."