Faded-Glory's Frays

News of the massacre spread far and wide. Kingdoms and Nations were sent reeling as their complacent rulers found their way of life suddenly uprooted. However, they had no intention of letting the peasants they'd broken for decades, rekindle their hope with rumors of an emerging nation hell bent on stamping out slavery. 

With boots adorned in the gold coins of nobility, rulers brought down their tyrannical weight upon their citizens. However, the golden, kind heart of Archie & the bleeding heart of the Ghost could not simply sit by and allow such cruelty to continue. In the Committee Building of Greater Ottawa, the Key Council deliberated on the necessity of action. Councilman John Hladovcak brought the room back to order when the Ghost of Ottawa burst into the room and took the floor. His demeanor was different from what they were all used to. His tone cracked through the air as if his words were a whip. 

"Do you remember what you asked of me? Does this Council remember what they asked me to do to the Order's soldiers when they came into our lands, acting with intentions that border pure, barbaric savagery?" The Ghost's question had them in stunned silence. "You asked me to become something far worse," continued the Ghost. His words carried the weight of his soul as he glared into each of the council members' eyes. "You asked me to show a hell even a deity would fear. So why waste time in deliberation?!" A fury of passion and commanding presence filled his soul as he looked at the Council. "PEOPLE ARE CRYING OUT FOR HELP! HELP ONLY WE CAN GIVE THEM! BUT THAT REQUIRES ME!" 

The Council voted unanimously, giving the Ghost his wish... Freedom of Consequence. Within the hour, a single Huey helicopter was en route to one of these nations that had chosen tyranny, having forgotten that there came a heavy price to pay for such actions. Aboard the Huey, the Busch Hunter spoke to the Ghost. "You sure about this? I usually refrain from questioning your judgment, but..." The Busch Hunter stopped mid-sentence as his gaze found a look he could not describe in the Ghost's eyes. "My friend, there is much you have to learn about me... and who I am." With that, the Ghost exited the Huey, which was hovering a foot above the ground at this nation's gates. However, things would be very different from even the battles with the Order. The Ghost of Ottawa wore no armor, just his faded, olive-green World War II coveralls, monochrome American flag cape, his adrenaline mask, and he was armed with only two sledgehammers and two fire axes, serving as his weapons. 

With a deep breath, the Ghost of Ottawa dual-wielded his fire axes first and marched into the Nation of Libra-Ursa, ready for whatever he may find on the other side... 

Meanwhile, the Dragonnewt Kingdom of Igneous had sent delegates to Greater Ottawa, hoping to aid in the quest of breaking the chains upon their kinsmen and those not of their race trapped in fetters of cast iron.