The Imperial Throne Room

[Imperial Administration 530]

The beautifully grand summer palace sits on top of the plateau, overlooking the construction of the new Imperial City, Kaldonia. Inside, the halls of the palace are wonderfully decorated and the banners of Kaedrin, Oren, and House Chivay drape all over, expressing a truly imperial sense onto those who enter.

 

In the throne room, the Emperor sits in his ornate throne and holds court. The floor is filled with all sorts of people: petitioners, vassals, statesmen, and dignitaries. The court serves as the center of the Empire’s administration, allowing these many people to speak to the Emperor or his appointed councillors.

 

Standing near the Emperor are his many Councillors: The Imperial Chancellor, the Viceroy, the Pontifical Legate, and others who serve as the Emperors aides and vital aides to the administration.

 

A herald donning the white and red colors of Kaedrin bangs his long staff onto the floor thrice, calling out in a loud voice as the guests quiet down.

 

“All rise for the Anthem of the Imperium Tertius and the Anthem of the Kingdom of Kaedrin!”

 

The many guests stand straight and silent as they listen to the anthems.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3rbTZYmpO4

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JC8bw_PddtQ

 

As the singing dies down, the herald cries out once more.

 

“Let today’s court session begin! Petitioners, please arrange yourselves in an orderly fashion!”

 

((This thread has been created to help ease the availability of the Emperor and the Imperial Administration. Instead of finding the Emperor in-game, you can speak your piece here, and address the Emperor with whatever concern or request you may have. Keep in mind that replies should be almost entirely In-Character.))

 

[Samson Option 9652]

Theodosius Nicator strides in, full of confidence. Slinging a forearm along his kneecap upon bowing, Nicator lowers his head full of curtsy. Upon looking up, he asks the Emperor: "I am so thankful for the honor of serving as Vicar Steward of Kaldonia, but I do ask if my position is listed upon either your privy or an immediate reachable location so that the population does not confuse between The August Joseph Lane and I. Many thanks in advance my Imperial Majesty!"

[seannie 7443]

for my friend ptr chivey

 

[Peter Chivay 2494]

Theodosius Nicator strides in, full of confidence. Slinging a forearm along his kneecap upon bowing, Nicator lowers his head full of curtsy. Upon looking up, he asks the Emperor: "I am so thankful for the honor of serving as Vicar Steward of Kaldonia, but I do ask if my position is listed upon either your privy or an immediate reachable location so that the population does not confuse between The August Joseph Lane and I. Many thanks in advance my Imperial Majesty!"

 

The King nods, "It shall be done good Theodosius."

 

 

-snip-

 

[Cracker 4570]

"Why do we fight. There is no need to fight"

[Hanrahan 2983]

"Because like a dog, a Raevir man cannot compromise."

[Cjmate 1270]

Brother Sergus does not recognize the legitimacy of the Empire as it does not contain 80% of the de jure counties of Oren, and the Emperor does not hold the two kingdom titles necessary to reform the Empire.

 

"For the Kingdom of O...Kae...Hans- of Man! Kingdom of Man!"

[Vekrus 396]

Rowen Tarus rides alongside his cousin Theo'dun as they approach the Imperial Keep. Trotting up to the gate they dismount and state their business. Once the guards allow them through they walk up the steps and into the throne room. Halting at the back of the room they stand side by side as they wait to be called upon by His Imperial Majesty. Once called upon they walk up before the throne and kneel before the King. Rowen looking speaks as directed with a nod.

 

"Your Imperial Majesty, we who come before you today are I, Rowen, Son of Cedric Tarus and my cousin, Theo'dun, son of Edgar Tarus. We have recently returned from a journey in the North when we heard of a rebellion being led by our cousin Talon Tarus. When we arrived we were too late, and in all honesty it was a good thing as we don't believe Talon was doing it for the right reasons and clouded in his judgement. That being said we don't recognize the legitimacy of House Carrion in respects to the last two who ruled the throne. House Tarus recognizes House Chivay as capable and legitimate rulers of the throne and promise to fight and protect Oren to the day we die. We come to you as two humble men ready and willing to serve the Empire, asking that House Tarus can once again prove its loyalty in all future endeavors."

[Esterlen 4499]

"An error of judgement," said Ser Lothar Horen from behind his black gorget, present at the court of the Emperor, "An error of judgement is forgetting to respond to a missive or two. There are many still remaining at court who remember the 'Royal Rebellion', as you so aptly dubbed it yourselves. Nay, Tarus, I know you and your kind for what you are - nothing but power-hungry savages eager to curry favor with whatever crowned heads you can find. Carrion did not tolerate your kind, and so now when they fade you return to grovel and have the nerve to 'apologize' before a different dynasty."

 

The Lord Justice grimaced deeply, staring down at Rowen from atop the dias, his hand on the hilt of the falchion at his hip.

 

"Your 'recognition' is unwarranted, for treason is treason whether a dragon, a crow or a sparrow sits the throne of Oren. The law does not state anything otherwise, as you no doubt believe. The Tarus line conspired with elves and Alrasians to name an elf King of Oren, instate an elective monarchy and put forth your doctrines of 'freedom of religion'. In that act of rebellion, you have proven that you only truly wish to serve humanity when it is beneficial to your own ends."

 

"Ezekiel Tarus was a rebel and a heathen, but he was not without honour. Would that his descendants upheld the same virtues he did. You are but the shadow of a worm, Rowen, son of Cedric, as are all your ilk who still draw breath."

 

The knight took a few steps back, evidently finished, before raising a gauntleted hand.

 

"And when I next find your cousin, if he even still lives, or any like him - he'll hang."

 

The court erupted into raucous laughter at Lothar's parting statement, evidently at the expense of the petitioners.

[Vekrus 396]

Rowen raises an eyebrow and listens to the Knight as he hears of what his cousin has done, not actually knowing himself what had transpired. Once the Knight finishes he responds in a respectful manner.

 

"Ser, I can truly see how much my cousin has harmed Oren and regret not having the knowledge to come and stop him myself. Keep in mind that I am not him and although Talon bore the Tarus name he was alone in his endeavors. Aside from his immediate family, I know of no other Tarus' who helped him in his rebellion. We do not share the same ideals and now that his side of the family ceases to exist, we shall have no more problems from him or his family. I believe in Talon's last days he sought change that only he could make, but in fact he was wrong. Eze'Kiel on the other hand was not a heathen, he rebelled to protect his family and to protect Oren. Your own family prospered through his decision to rebel so don't try and play it down just because it now fits your political stature. Theo'dun and I have remained loyal to Oren since the beginning and only wish to clear the Tarus name through our service and ultimate sacrifice for Oren and the throne."

 

Rowen finishes his remarks toward the Knight and looks back to the Emperor.

[John Ivory 4547]

"Because like a dog, a Raevir man cannot compromise."

Fyodor scowls. "Quiet with you, you silly Adunii. Take your anger outside of court!"

[ImpinAintEZ 442]

Theo'dun stands by Rowen as he listens to the discussion. In his mind he begins to pick his words carefully and honestly. It is important to him that he says the right words. As the conversation dies down Theo'dun speaks up.

 

"Since the downfall of Eze'Kiel, House Tarus has only been met with trouble. Trouble that we have brought on ourselves. Rowen and I are looking to make up for our past grievances towards the throne of Oren. 

 

The past cannot be forgiven. We are not here to ask for that. We are here looking for another chance. One last chance so that we can reinstate the House Tarus name to be at least somewhat respectable and to repay our debts to Oren. And with permission we would gladly do so."

[Esterlen 4499]

 

The knight stepped forward and raised an armored fist to the pair, his eyes accusatory and filled with disdain.

 

"Do as you will then, elfling. But know this - if you or your kin dare raise a blade against the Emperor or any human monarch to come of any dynasty, whether you by your poor arbitration 'do not recognize him as legitimate' or not, on my honor as a Horen and as the Lord Justice of this realm, I will destroy your line root and stem. Man, woman and child will be slain so as to purge your tainted seed from humanity."

 

"I speak for the council when I say that none at court have any desire to reinstate your nobility. Serve His Imperial Majesty as you please, but as common men."

 

He gave a brief glance to Vibius de Sola, pursing his lips curtly.

[Vekrus 396]

Rowen looks over to Theo'dun and turns to the Knight, then states simply.

 

"As you wish."

 

Rowen and Theo'dun stand, turn, and walk promptly out of the throne room never to be seen in it again.

[Proddy 2415]

Enter Tormo, or otherwise "the Suns Wrath", a self-coined nickname. A well defined Southeron male, though this isn't obvious from the Orange mask he dawns and the chainmail headress he adorns. He strolls into the palace with a proud and straight stature, the guards familiar with him allowing him to pass unhinged. Upon it being his turn, Tormo would step forward, bowing deeply before the Emperor Chivay.

 

"Your imperial majesty..." he speaks up, posture once again straightening. 

 

"I do not believe we have had the chance to meet, but I am Tormo, a Kataphro under Ser Marcellus of Basileus and for a time, sworn bodyguard and the Master of the Hunt for your nephew, his imperial highness Crown Prince Robert. It has come to my attention that, with Roberts recent departure to your native lands of Aeldin, I am left in the very state I was in when I first arrived here. Workless and damned..." he pauses, low whispers heard among the crowd.

 

"And so, I have returned here, you ask you the very same question I asked the Prince over a year ago, that being on the topic of work. Whether you can provide or lead me towards one who can is another matter, if at all. But either way, I would be... most greatful..." he bows his head, awaiting a response.