The Imperial Throne Room

[mmat 7460]

 

As the court is held in the Summer Palace, a red and black uniformed Decterum lad enters the throne room. He halts his movement for a moment before nodding and stepping before his Emperor, kneeling on the floor with his head bowed. The dark haired man clears his throat before speaking clearly to Peter. "Yer' Imperial Majesty." he states respectfully before rising once more.

 

"I come in te' absence of Lord Roy Carrion, who cares fer' his injuries after this unfortunate happenin'..." He takes a deep breath in, blinking. "I, Lord Carrion and two other brave men were caught in a skirmish with te' Snow Elves near Fenn. The cowards fell back into their hold, 'owever from our right came Dwarven an' even Orcish reinforcements, attacking us from behind and felling two of ah'r noble brothers. Luckily, and by te' grace of te' Creator, Lord Roy and I escaped with only minor wounds." he breathes once more, his finger coming to rest on a bloody spot above his eye. He proceeds to pull his sliced chain armguards up all the way, revealing a sharp gash length ways down the outside of his arm, slightly scabbing up."

 

"Cut from Dwarven steel, yer Imperial Majesty. It is not my place to advise you and what to do, ah' simply come presenting what I saw. Dwarven legion forces aided our enemies, 'oping to kill us all an' leave no evidence of their collaboration."

 

He bows deeply. "Yer' Imperial Majesty." he states, before standing back.

[Gunner 775]

 

 

The Holm Duke and Grand Architect of Oren Chet Silsbury the I steps forward, bowing before the Mighty Emperor. He wears the same old Veteran White Rose tabard. It's worn and even torn as it has seen action. It makes people from the Court wonder about it, curiously looking the Duke up and down. The Duke rises from the bow, taking a deep breath as he looks around the throne room. His son, Guy Silsbury, stands behind him, wearing full plate armor incrusted with the Holm Coat of Arms. He nods to his father, smirking. Chet proceeds to take a step forward, brushing his tabard and shoulder, before gazing upon the Mighty Iron Throne. He coughs into his fist, then starts to speak.

 

 

"My Emperor! The Kingdom of Holm is facing dark times. Our Economic and order is falling increasing with the rule of King Podrik! There has been no darker time for a starting Kingdom, and I do not want to become another Malinor..

With your authority and my skills my Liege, Holm will be one of the most richest Kingdoms in the history of Man! But too make this happen, I ask of you with a peaceful and so gratuitous voice, that you give the man that served you in the White Rose days, that you give the man that helped design Ard Kerrack, that you give the man that served in nearly every Orenian war, the chance to become King of Holm until King Podrik can redeem himself worthy of such title! House Silsbury under the Kingdom of Holm needs your help, My Emperor, too become a great Kingdom."

 

He nods, sighing deeply. The Duke looks back at his son, smiling, then turns back, cuffing his hands behind his back. The Court gives mix emotions, discussing rather loudly. "Is this a ruse!?" A rude man yells, scoffing. "Tis not a jest!" Another man says. This continues, getting louder and louder; but the Duke makes no noise, staring directly into the eyes of the Emperor. He grins occasionally, reverting it back into a half-frown.

 

 

"I await your response." He mumbles.

[Servant of St. Owyn 384]

High Sand Prince Dune Sandwave supports Chet Silsbury's Claim for the Throne

[Scipp3r 451]

Podrik Denims appears utterly pisses at his only vassal.

He then turns to the Emperor giving him the same expression.

      "Your Imperial Majesty, Breaker of chains, The Mighty Father of Nations, you of Sacred Blood, The Supreme-Reign Victorious, Exalted Son of Heaven, Praiseworthy, Keeper of the Sublime Truth, Timeless Sovereign, Omnipotenate, Regent Eternal of the Kingdom of Heaven, exceedingly beneficent, First and Last, Thrice-Blessed, Lord of all Divine Emperor, Granter of Victories, the Infinitely Just, Lord of the Reconquest, Forger of ways, Fount of Honor, King of Abundance, Mercy Bringer, The Eternally Forgiving, You of purest blood, You the Infinite Resonant Voice of Light, the Unbowed the Unified and the Boundless, Keeper of Old Ways, The Unquestioned, Expediter of Divinie Will, The absolute, Divinity Manifest, the Pardoner, Imperator Unbounded, Descendant of Light, Artificer of Creation, Bringer of Divine Might, Sacrosanct, Chosen Son, The Radiant King, He Who Slays Death , Lord of Horizons, Zenith and Nadir, The Glorifier, Son of the Dawn, Piercer of Veils, Flare of the Morning Star, The Great Resplendent One, The Infallible, Dusksbane, must surley understand that I, King Podrik Fediculous Alexandria Denims-Therving am and till death be the true King of Holm. And forth after my death House Denims-Therving will rule the Kingdom of Holm for all eternity. I ask you as a friend, and a wise man is imperial majesty is, not to revoke my title to a man with no claim, and to remeber my father Patrick, whom had been rewarded for founding the Empire with the late Emperor Godfrey, Creator rest his soul."

[Gunner 775]

Chet doesn't say a word.

Meanwhile in Kaldonia, propaganda posters are pinned around

 

[lιoɴ 248]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.