May be disturbing for younger ages... I do not condone violence. In the Secret Chambers of Mayor Erik of Shields City, Erik met with his Commanding General, Yggr. Yggr was a tall, thin man in his 60s, but nonetheless a force to be reckoned with. After all, from just a simple officer of age 23, he had ascended to Commanding General by age 40, though the average age for Commanding General was about 60. This was due to his strategic mind, and also many victories in battle. For just as Sokron had had First, Second, and Third Generals, so Shields City had a sort of imitation, Yggr. Though technically in the days of Sokron, Yggr was of a lower rank than the Commanding Geneals of Sokron, he wielded the third highest authority in Shields City, only with the Mayor as second, and Dr. Fenrir as number one. But after 2029, when Fenrir was imprisoned, and when Cyrus Ug II was defeated, the Mayor became number one in command. As for General Yggr, he vanished into the shadows, secretly becoming Second-in-Command. Yet now he was returning, after 5 years of not being seen by unclassified eyes. As Yggr met Erik, his eyes glimmered with a green flame, and he grinned darkly. "It is good to see you again, my Lord." Yggr nodded. "As for you, old friend." Erik agreed. "Things have gone well." Yggr replied. "For behold, we have 550 captives scattered in tunnel dungeons under the city." "Excellent." Erik nodded. "But my Lord, I do have a suggestion." Yggr replied. "And what suggestion is that?" Erik asked. "I judge it wise we deal with Jeremiah Johnson. He has gathered some of our people, and even some Knights of the Shield against us." Yggr replied. "Deal with him in what way?" Erik asked. "Oof him." Yggr advised. "He is too powerful." Erik replied. "My father barely won an election against him to be Mayor. Even many of our most loyal officials respect him. No, we need to deal with him another way." "Then we should corrupt him." Yggr replied. "Make him join our side." "I would not use the word corrupt." Erik replied. "More like, purify. Remember Yggr, the World has eyes. The World certainly does not want another dictatorship to arise in Aussiland." He looked at the statues behind him. "These are statues of our great leaders of the past, as you know." Erik replied. "Mighty leaders like Brackon and Dr. Fenrir. How unfortunate that Dr. Fenrir has to be an enemy, considering that he is a Sogranist." Yggr chuckled. "What is so funny?" Erik asked. "By Sogran's own definition, are not we ourselves Sogransits?" Yggr asked. "Sogranism is not held within the bounds of religion. It is a philosophy, one which claims all Chrisitian values are wrong." "Still, I wouldn't say that I am one." Erik replied. "Lord Mayor, I believe you are." Yggr laughed. "But no matter what you call yourself, you are our next great leader. We need not weak King Mothos, or a Steward King such as Lux. We need you my Lord." Erik grinned. "General Yggr, prepare the soldiers." "My Lord." Yggr replied. "We do not have the numbers to take over Mothron by brute force, not even with their advanced training. No my Lord, we need to use our brains, psychological warfare." "Do not underestimate our power." Erik replied. "Mothron is weak, a brittle twig. Shieldskron must rise." "Very well." Yggr nodded. "So be it."
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