Coronation Of The Second Northern King

[Aesterwald 246]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwU37osOkQA

 

 

As the wind whistled through the mountain peaks of the northern kingdom, and the eagles graced the sky, the inhabitants of the growing city of Vanderfell amassed in the streets as plated soldiers and mailed knights stood at attention, making clear the road. All were watching and waiting for even the slightest of movement from the gates of the Palace on the hill.

 

This was the day that the Kingdom would see her second king, and the abdication of her first. Indeed, this was not an occasion for questions or publicity, but for joy and jubilation.

 

At once, the mighty gate was drawn open, and the crowd began to cheer, blared out by the trumpets and horns of the Aesterkorps. The triumphant marches were accompanied by the stomps of marching golden tabards, advancing from the hillside. Following, notable men of nobility, Rymeul Elendil, Rosencrantz Revandir, and Faiz Kharadeen. All men of commission wore the same golden tabards, and those without wore costumes of finery and regality, showing their status by their swaggering airs and pompous expressions.

 

These men were followed by the Pious Canons of Saint Lucien, comprised of several acolytes and priests, heralded by their Bishop, vested in beautiful clothing, and wearing the blood stained stole of High Pontiff Pius II. Behind the Bishop came the armored King of Aesterwald, his lofty crown gently placed on his head, as he graced the ground he walked. The parade led the Royal party to the Church.

 

The Church of Saint Godwein was built by the finest and strongest workers of the Kingdom, patronized by His Excellency, the Diocesan Bishop of Vanderfell, to be the Diocesan seat. It was especially decorated for the occasion of the Coronation and properly vested with pomp and sanctity.

 

His Excellency, vested in the costumes of his Office, genuflects to the Lorraine Cross, as does his Acolytes and Priests. Following this gesture, His Excellency turns and, with eyes downcast, he proclaims in a loud voice, commanding as it behooves him. The Bishop stands with his hands together, and as he prays, the present clergy bows their heads.

 

Fratres, Oremus!

 

Patris Omnipotens, Deus, gratiam et benedictionem suscipiat hac preces, dilectum filium, Rex noster. Oramus te, ergo, sicut nisi regem Deus totius mundi apud laudem et adoratione.

E nomine Tuo, Oramus.

 

Common Tongue:

Brothers and Sisters, Let us pray!

 

All knowing Father, accept our petition for graces and blessings on this, your anointed son, our King. We pray, then, in thanksgiving and adoration of you as Sovereign king of all the world

 

In your name, we pray.

 

Following the prayer in the ancient language of man, a universal language that binds together all cultures be them Hansetian, Kaedreni, Orenian, or Waldenian, in an effort to affirm the Creator as the Creator of all man and monster, the Bishop bows his head and pauses. The Bishop then turns and genuflects again to the Cross, as the royal anthem sounds and His Royal and Apostolic Majesty, Voron, King of Aesterwald, is ushered to the Altar by an acolyte, and his son, Arn.

 

The Bishop, King, Prince, and acolyte then genuflect at once, the acolyte and Prince then retreating solemnly back to their positions in the Church.

In a gesture of adoration to God, the monarch bows and reverence the ring of the bishop’s ring before stepping back, allowing the bishop to speak, “May all men and may our God take witness, for this is the abdication of our King and lord, Voron.” The Bishop then turns back to His Majesty and pauses. The King then receives his sword and, kneeling, places it at the foot of the Altar and genuflects. Then, His Majesty remains kneeling as an acolyte approaches the king, genuflecting to the True Cross, and lifts the crown from his head and places the headpiece on a pillow on the altar.

 

The King then stands to address the congregation, “May all men and may our God take witness, for this is my abdication of Us, your King and lord, Voron.”

 

Escorted by the Acolyte, the King is lead back to a pew with his family.

 

The Bishop turns and genuflects again before turning to the congregation, “Let us pray. Brothers and sisters, pray now for our abdicated monarch emeritus and for the well being of the kingdom.”

 

The Bishop genuflects to the Cross again and takes his Cathedra, as a levyman in the vestibule of the Church sounds a trumpet fanfare and announces “All kneel, and pay honor to the King-apparent, Gott schutze den Konig!”

 

A hymn is sounded, and Jack Rovin is escorted by twelve bannerman, strong and vested in the tabard of the Aesterkorps. As the Aesterkorps makes an archway of saber, the crowd murmurs lightly, as the king to-be-crowned, can be seen donning a crisp white tabard with a red cross adorning his breast; the old tabard of the Order of Saint Lucien, a symbol of the old meeting the new.

 

As the elder Grandmaster approaches the cross, joining the bishop in a genuflection in unison, the King remains kneeling, in deep prayer, as the bishop departs, climbing the stone steps to the pulpit. The Congregation remains knelt,the hymns go silent, and the church follows as well.

 

“Fratres, I welcome you to this occasion as we celebrate this most joyous day in honor of our God, king and people. We say in earnest ‘Ein volk, ein konig, ein Gott’. We look at this king among men, my blessing only an affirmation of his piety and grandeur. He kneels here in prayer for himself and you, in petition and thanksgiving, in intercession and in pleading: exhorting you to do the same.

 

We offer you this reading, for you to remember and reflect, ‘I am the Lord God without peer, and I ordered the estates of the men of the earth, and I have ordained the nature of all things, and created the path I set before thee. And as I have ordained the ordering of estates, so have I ordained thine own path, and established the great structure of My world. For I have given to thee thy station and birth, and I have established the great order. And thou shalt be without envy of the privilege of others, for all virtuous paths are equal in Mine eyes, and all shall be awarded not according to station, but to virtue.’

 

The word of God! May all here present witness these words, and act with them, remember that those that march against this sacred ground of God’s anointed recall that he who chose to affront Horen and all of virtue fell. May no man or beast show his face in violence against this, our King or God! Recall that Our God and Lord who pronounced those words appoint and bless Our Apostolic King and provide us with shepherds."

 

The bishop leaves his pulpit and returns to the sanctuary to receive Jack, now standing. Two acolytes approach the altar, reverencing it, one lifts the saber and one the crown and stands to wait on the Bishop by his Cathedra.

 

The King apparent approaches the Bishop and kneels before him, returning to a prayerful posture. The Bishop casts down his eyes to the knelt king and takes the sword “Majesty, with this sword, I exhort you to defend your kingdom, defend the faith, and defend your life. I honor you this sword of the Kingdom.” The bishop then hands the sword to the kneeling king and sheaths his new granted sword. The acolyte then walks away, out of view and returns with a gilded cope with a Lorraine cross adorned on one shoulder and a double headed eagle on the other.

 

The Bishop then handles the crown, and returned his gaze to the king “With this crown, Majesty, I exhort you to rule as God’s anointed, and rule in God’s stead as King of Creation and Aesterwald. With this crowning, I give you God’s blessing as King of Aesterwald. May God bless you and keep you safe and just.” With these words the Bishop gently places the bejewelled crown on his head and gestures for him to stand, as the King stands, the acolyte vests him with the golden cope. The Congregation, overwhelmed with national pride, erupts in applause and cheers, and the king stands, proudly, nodding in appreciation.

 

The Bishop raises his hand in benediction and turns to his king “I bless you now, Your Royal and Apostolic Majesty, Frederick, King of Aesterwald and all Vassals”

 

Upon this pronouncement, the congregation erupts once more in applause. With a smile, the King nodded to an Acolyte, who wielded a scroll of crisp parchment and, unfurling it, knelt before the king and held the scroll out for the king to read “We say this, now to Our people. We declare and vow before God and His Holy Church, our mother, before Our family, before Our soldiers here in company, and before Our people. We vow now and oath to protect the Church, to stand for God, and to propagate the Faith. We vow to honor tradition, family, and property and to ensure a roof for all subjects. We vow to retain Our sovereignty for God and Nation. We vow to ensure the purity of man and the Waldenian culture. Finally, We vow to be earnest and sincere, just and worthy of this crown and this sword. Pray for Us as We shall pray for you. God preserve Our Aesterwald!” Upon the utterance of his last word, a blaring fanfare is heard, and the men of arms rise and begin the recessional parade.

 

The Aesterkorps march to the National strains, and the nobleman and men of gentry follow suite. The Clergymen then rise and lead the Bishop, followed by the Royal Family and the king himself. As the parade leaves the Church, the soldiers begin to chant.

 

“O, du schoner Aesterwald!

Over your heights the wind whistles so fine

However, the great big sun does shine

Thrusts deep in the heart!

 

O, du schoner Aesterwald!

Are known far and wide

True people of good pride

No falsehood there to trace!”

 

 

 

As the parade files into the Castle, proper, the King assumes the throne, the Bishop, and the Privy Council surrounding, the crowds spilling out into the stairs. Two Acolytes appear from behind the throne and present the King with an Orb and Scepter, which he takes, both in either hand and smiles as applause erupts yet again.

 

“May Our subjects take heart! Let this be a solid union of Altar and Crown, of Cross and Sword. May God bless Our reign and may He bless Aesterwald.” With this, the levyman shout their cry, “Gott schutze den Konig!” the crowd responds with cheers and applause, as the King gracefully makes his way behind the throne and out of sight; concluding the day’s event and securing prosperity for days to come.

 

(( All credit goes to Pius_Malta for writing the post. Thanks to the people of Aesterwald for proof-reading. ))

[3andD 1722]

Lynch nods as his friend is crowned

[Hobolympic 1093]

Balek Irongut shakes his head. He does not understand why the humans keep on using the official Ibleesian undead language in their ceremonies. 

[Dougstalicious 721]

Saeros carefully chooses his words before speaking, remaining mindful of the warnings given by the sky gods previously. "May his reign be long and prosperous!"

[Rael 935]

Hail the Konig!

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"God preserve Our Aesterwald." Raigeki says to himself as he claps. He could not help but smile on such a glorious day.

[FalconByte 156]

Stands in the crowd and claps

"Hail the King"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Ol' Gran'master Jack is t'e Royal head now eh? Well it'll be noice tae 'ave some'un who talks loike me on t'e throne, ah could ne'er understand t'at crazy reich-speak Konig Voron spoke."

Says man, who's identity anyone who would realistically hear him say this would know, so no point stating it here.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Konrad stands beside the Bishop, wearing an old Lucienist tabard, muttering quietly "Gott erhalte Frederick der König."

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Faiz Kharadeen stands amongst the others, clapping for the new konig that was crowned "May his reign be long and prosperous. Long live Aesterwald, long live the Konig!" he smiles, going into a coughing fit afterwards

[Aesterwald 246]

Rymeul III nods, smiling

"Aye, Ave Aesterwald."

[Z3r05t4r 855]

An old grey-feathered falcon with a familiar green tabard can be seen and heard in the distance, approaching. It flies over the cathedral three times before heading back East again.

[MajesticOwyn 334]

Morvan raises his gauntlet upwards and brings it down upon his breastplate in a closed fist, his expression blank. 

"The Haukvengr pledge themselves in the Konig's service, our shields will forever guard his realm. May the gods bring fortune and health upon him!"

[Castus 71]

H.P.E. Regulus applauds the event, the taking great joy in the virtuous man who now took the crown, a true heir to Godfrey and Peter.

((Latin is RPly Flexian, which is the Aengul language. Iblees was something of a fallen aengul, and while his undead legions spoke Flexian, it was not their language in origin.

The human faith bases itself around the Holy Scrolls, a divine literature presented to pre-Aegisian humanity by Aenguls (thought to be divine immortals in service of the Creator). In this manner, Flexian (Latin), became the holy language of the humans.

In human common law, it is taken that the right to rule is granted by the will of the people, and above all the will of the Creator. It is most logical that this language would then be used for official documents to lend them further legitimacy.))

[Narthok 10416]

Thoromir raises a mug of ale

"Ave Aesterwald"