Humanity Reborn

[cruzazul 2815]

Humanity Reborn

The Council of Eruthos

17th of the Amber Cold, 1469

    The sun radiated baking warmth over the Eruthos Canyon, with the buzz of cicadas and squawking of vultures ever-present under the sweltering sky. Even in the autumn season, the Eruthos Canyon wielded a fierce heat which bore down upon eight figures standing in a circle on a cliff overlooking the canyon’s deep valley; yet none flinched or faltered. The men stood at the mercy of the arid heat with only the veil of a command tent as shelter, well aware that the future of humankind hung in the balance.

    Standing tall and daunting, his crown glinting with the light of the sun, the Emperor-claimant Boris III Carrion took his place at the centre of the procession. At his flank, Richard de Bar was poised sedately, his hands at his sides as he coolly ignored the blistering sun. Saint Siegmund’s son and father to Boris, Tuvya  “Rosebud” Carrion, held his head high in a dignified manner, bearing the infamous “Cap of Crows” with particular zeal. Ser Abner Rahl, Marshal of the Decterum, pulled as his chain collar in discomfort as sweat rolled down his scalp, and Lord Rocco Romstun curled his lip in a sneer.

    Olivier de Savoie, clad in a coat of plate and full helm, shifted his feet in silent agony, shooting a wary gaze in his cousin’s direction as he was cooked within his suit of armor. Jan Barovic, a man of lithe build but lofty wit, seemed to disregard the stifling warmth as he surveyed the men around him, and Ser Sascha de Saltpans, pious man of Amyas, suppressed his groans of vexation, the Northman unused to such hellishly-hot temperature.

    However, this gaggle of men was not gathered atop the Eruthos Canyon without purpose. As the men looked amongst each other, one last figure made himself known.With collective sighs of relief, the council turned to watch a covert wagon rush throughout the dunes. As it grinded to a halt, two guards brought forward a shackled man, his eyes obscured by unkempt hair, his ears nipped and gnarled. The disheveled man stood with such a presence to turn all attention to him, his dignity intact despite his circumstance.

As Robert Chivay, former Emperor, rose to his feet, his shackles undone and his head held high, the Council of the Red Rocks, known historically as “The Council of Eruthos” began. The men stood in the remote locale, isolated from the chaos of the liberated Petrus, coming together as men to figure a solution to the Orenian nation’s woes.

It was on the prerogative of Imperial Justicar Boris Carrion to capture and detain the Emperor-in-exile and accost him for the grievances which spurred the Vibian palace coup.  Citing Robert’s elven ancestry, the Chivay’s role in Zion, attempted eradication of the Raevir peoples, and  the claim of Chivay association with Hanseti, Boris attempted to coerce Robert into admitting his fault. Instead, what seemed like hours bickering lingered in the air of the desert. The Crow nor Sparrow would yield; a parley of politik which had no end in sight.

However, when peace seemed at its most distant, Robert Chivay demanded his verdict. Proclaiming that he was already judged by the men around him and the debate frivolous, he threw himself at the call of his captors, letting them decide his fate. Boris, presiding the trial as its supreme judge, dictated that Robert was guilty of his elvenry, his ears proof to the jury, guilty of association in the Zion conflicts with Chivay aid in the Mt. Augustus conflict, not guilty of Teutonic conspiracy, and not guilty of explicit genocide. Boris delivered the following sentence to the caged Sparrow; the usurpation of his Imperial title and transfer of Petrus to the hands of the new Emperor, Boris, himself. Robert and the line Chivay would be pardoned otherwise, and even granted a ducal title and elector estate under a new Empire, forged by the archaic principles of Sigismund’s old Second Imperium; elective monarchy, in short, with various princely states appointing an Emperor “primus inter pares”. The Imperial Codex would be drafted by the hands of the three most prominent households of Oren, de Savoie, Carrion, and Chivay, as one “Magna Legem”, or great law.

To the shock of many at the proceeding who expected the obdurate Chivay nature, Robert yielded and accepted his sentence, famously remarking “When man fights man..the world burns”. Recognizing a new decentralized era for humanity, the lords of the jury agreed to Boris’ justice, ushering in an era of reconstruction under the wake of the Vibian Palace Coup. A truce was agreed upon the Chivay loyalists and Carrion soldiers as heralds of both parties relegated the new peace to the commons. The Imperium Tertius had ended in one fell swoop, but in its wake laid the potential of a stronger feudal state, one born in the scorching deserts of Eruthos.

A notice delivering the terms of the truce is posted in the capital city square.

Civil War Averted!

In a covert summit in the Eruthos Canyon, the House of Chivay and House of Carrion have agreed to peace, saving Oren from bitter war. While Lord Robert Chivay no longer reigns as sovereign of Oren, the House of Chivay retains its noble status and will serve as an elector in a reformed Empire. Boris Carrion shall reign as Imperial Regent of this Reconstruction Period and coronated Emperor after Imperial Law has been codified.

 

[OOC: Thanks to Altiak, NiceGuyNorman, and TheCrackerJack for their help with the post.]

[pfmvaz1996 379]

Godferik smiles, seeing that peace is ensured in the human realm.

[HappyShackles 886]

Marcellus mutters something about missed opportunities.

[Ser Paul Ryan 1139]

Ser Paul Ryan cheers wildly, going to drink carrion black and eat delicious borsch with Boris.

[dank 413]

Corbett backhands Paul Ryan for not inviting him to the dinner.

[Haribo 385]

Corbett backhands Paul Ryan for not inviting him to the dinner.

 

Corbett is wanted by the law. Dead or alive.

[IevIr4d 29]

Is glad that there is peace at last, and thanks (again) the creator Robert is alive 

[Swgrclan 2682]

A young man of de Savoie seethes quietly upon being delivered this news by a national courier. "A line, blessed by Godfrey's holy spirit, reduced to but another noble house over menial trials." The young man grimaced after his thoughts were vocalized, unheard past his study. The history books that had blessed this one with word of Oren's recent past had settled poor opinion of Carrion rule into his mind. "Goonery. Nonsense," he grumbled. "Peter be damned."

[dank 413]

Corbett proceeds to wonder as how mr. Soren has put him on 'WANTED' by the law, being as though he has no guard character?

[Roggvir 315]

((I applaud your music choice !!! I do enjoy a fine slavic instrumental piece!!!))

[Heff 2460]

Lev, Witcher of the Decterum, raises his blade in honor of a new era, the Crow's Era. "Carry on Carrion!"

[Dougstalicious 721]

Saeros frowns, tossing his old OSL tabard back into the closet.

[Temp 2006]

Thersist scratches his non-existent side as no Chivays were present at the Mt. Augustus conflict. Thinking on the matter an extended moment, he was the only one that could have even remotely been associated with the event in terms of Chivay alignment and even then, he'd attended as individual, not as representative for the Chivay. He then restrains a chuckle as absolutely nothing was done with the Sariants. The entire conflict was stirred by an unanswered letter and much like a lover's quarrel, the Marshal ignorantly jumped to action. Shrugging, he continues on with whatever the spirits do in the Seven Skies.

[TheBareSheet 194]

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