The Imperial Diet

[Basil of Sabris 112]

As the Edict of Aanen makes its way through courier to the various lords of the realm, the palace enters a brief frenzy in preparation for their esteemed guests; for the Imperial Diet was to be held, and the electors were to decide the fate of the Empire, and in particular, its sovereign.

 

Missives are sent to the College of Electors, requesting their presence to fulfill their duty in determining the next Sovereign, as Basil of Sabris and Simon of Khavaz, religious pioneers, moderated the procession, to insure the law of the fledgling Empire was upheld.

 

The following princes are to attend;

Tuvya of House Carrion (Chumpchump)

Helton of House Chivay (Skiddles)

Olivier of House de Savoie (InternalFacis)

Richard of House Bar/de Savoie (Altiak)

 

Until a High Pontiff is elected, no invitation has been sent to the clergy.

 

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As the electors enter, it is the gaunt, lean Simon of Khazaz who greets them. Bearing the same disguise used in his preaching and writings, black robes and an ivory mask noted by its long wicked beak, akin to a plague doctor, he motions to the procession. "Welcome to the First Diet of our Holy Oren Empire; the electors have three saint's days, with potential for extension, to debate upon whom shall be their choice for Emperor of our state. Electors may change votes during this period. The Diet will continue until a majority is met among the electors and an Emperor is named."

 

Simon then proceeds to mark up upon a parchment the current vote of the electors. [Will change as time goes on]

 

Tuvya of House Carrion - Tuvya

Helton of House Chivay - Tuvya

Olivier of House de Savoie - Tuvya

Richard of House de Savoie - Tuvya

The High Pontiff - Undecided

 

"To reiterate the restrictions pushed forward by our last Emperor;

 

1) The Emperor-candidate must be of pure human descent.

2) The Emperor-candidate must be of the electoral's household, in other words, bearing the surname de Savoie, Chivay, or Carrion.

3) The Emperor-candidate must have royal or imperial claim; he must hold matrilinear or patrilinear descent from a royal or imperial house of the current Holy Oren Empire or one of its predecessor states.

 

In order to modify these restrictions or institute new ones, three out of five electors must agree on the proposed revision. 

 

May the best man win, and may our state hold."

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OOC: Please don't post if you are not either a candidate proposed or a prince elector. So if you are not Chumpchump, Skiddles, internalfacis, altiak or any of their proposed candidates, you wouldn't be here rply and it wouldn't make sense. Thanks.

[3andD 1722]

Gwenael de Bar, Emperor-Elect of house Ashford enters... Clearing his throat, "Before you begin to throw your insults and devluge to the level of Tarus, I insist you listen to what have to say.

 

I have ventured into the uncharted lands and I've seen what stirs under the sand we walk, I have seen the wretched creatures who worship Iblees to the north. I have heard the whispers of the return of Iblees. What scares me the most is that we waste our time on petty politics.

 

The Emperor of Man should be the most fit ruler of humanity, as I see it it would be a tossup between me or Tuvya Carrion. Not based on claims or family history. For long the Empire of Humanity has been a ***** to the nobles who wish to abuse it, some would say the Savoie's abused it but I would say they are logical. Humanity is split between two major powers, Ashford and Chivay and now is not the time for us to be fighting.

 

Petrus, the gem of humanity is what we must defend... For when the dark sands return, it will be our only bastion. Tuvya and I share the same philosophies on the city, and we will both work as efficient administrators for it. 

 

I ask we settle this reasonably, I have spoken with Tuvya and I lost my temper however I retract everything I said to you, Lord Carrion. I hope we can settle this as gentlemen."

[Stevie 1598]

The sound of heavy hooves batter against the cobblestone road, gravel is kicked up and sputtered away as a company of riders move along the road at a swift pace. The heavyset Kaedreni horses barrel onwards as the banners of the Sparrows and the Rose display their allegiance. At the head rides a man in a steel greathelm, wearing the tabard of the Flaming Rose. They ride across the drawbridge of the city they called Petrus, but others now called Aanenburg. Passing through the square, the company slows their horses to a canter, then a walk. They form around their Grandmaster, who dismounts and marches for the palace's interior. 

 

He slides in and out of the crowds of courtiers, finding his way to the table of the Electors. Removing his helmet and nestling it under his arm, the Grandmaster reveals his face – a grotesque scar covers the entire left side of his face, and his left eye is missing, gouged out in his medical emergency. The Grandmaster seats himself at the chair, setting the helmet on the table.

 

He glances to those present before finally speaking, "Tuvya Carrion. I cast no vote to opportunist traitors." he says in a rather gruff tone, staring to Gwenael with his one good eye.

[bulgaria is white 461]

Olivier de Savioe, having arrived amongst the grandmaster's entourage with his own personal retinue, hastens himself unto the sprawled out table of electors. As the grandmaster concludes his brief statement of intent he takes up a seat at the table, eyes keenly observing the assorted electors at stake. Helton; his second cousin, Richard, first cousin, Tuvya, first cousin. The duke-electors were all connected through familial relations, a stark reality which struck the Savoyard by surprise. As the collective gaze of the electors are cast upon him, Olivier draws his breath to speak.

"Tuvya Carrion is the candidate upon which I cast my vote, for his stewardship and administrative abilities are unsurpassed in this congregation. Let us piece together this empire torn asunder by petulant demeanors and wanton lust for vengeance."

As the din of murmuring erupts from the diet, Olivier leans back in his seat, faintly whispering, "God help us all."

[Basil of Sabris 112]

 

Simon of Khavaz marks the third tally for Tuvya Carrion, marking Tuvya's majority of three-fifths. A smile curled under his marble ivory mask as the Diet came to a close.

 

"Tuvya has been named princeps inter pares in the Holy Orenian Empire; elected among the First Estate as its sovereign. By the powers determined in the Edict of Aanen, Tuvya Sigismundovic Carrion is now named King of Oren, the head of state, granted full Imperial authority as designated by his electors. Given the circumstance where the country is lacking of both a High Pontiff and Emperor, King Tuvya must wait for the appointment of a new High Pontiff for his imperial coronation. In imperial and clerical documentation, his majesty Tuvya shall assume the regnal name "Tobias I"

 

"Long Live King Tuvya and Long Live Oren!"

[Altiak 1648]

Richard de Bar gestures in mute endorsement of Olivier's words. He promptly rises to announce his support, expression stern and solemn, "Though my vote carries no weight, as the electors have reached a unanimous decision, I wish to publicly proclaim my support of His Grace, Tuvya Carrion. I pray that he may be the torch that guides us through these dark, perilous times." The brazen duke proceeds to seat himself with a content nod, tracing the lorraine cross on his chest.

[Dreek 1633]

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