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A Regent Is Named

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Within the city of Petrus, a vast throng of townsfolk head to the Imperial Palace, admiring its grandeur and majesty. Though the commoners grieved the illness that befell their Emperor Tobias I, they were stimulated by the prospect of a lord regent being named. Afterall, such perilous, dark times required a competent liege, for every Orenian, noble and peasant alike, sought to bask once more in the light of prosperity and stability.


Within the palace, stood the esteemed assembly of electors, claimants, and those associated with such classes. Among them stood the expansive family of Ashford, comprised of the branches de Bar and Savoie as well as the Carrions, who outnumbered any family. At their side, with the unmistakable Crow's plume, stood one that many presumed to be dead, yet despite the effects of age, which bore their mark, his posture remained erect and eyes burned with fiery determination.


Soon, emerging from his quarters, appeared Joachim de Sarkoz, the Lord Chancellor. As those attending were ushered into silence, he spoke, "The Council of Electors have been unanimous in their selection of a Lord Regent!"


Pausing, the Lord Chancellor, unravels a scroll with deft fingers and a keen eye, stating, "Boris Carrion III is hereby named Lord Regent! May he accomplish much for our country until the Emperor's recovery!"

The congregation impart  their support with a round of audible applause as they part to clear a path for Boris. Taking his seat upon the throne, the Lord Regent smiles and calls for rejoicement as various scribes record the day of the event as the 13th of Malin's Welcome.

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Applauds happily, smiling handsomely as he hears the news. 

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*nods in a merry fashion, quite pleased by the turn of events 

 

"Let good Carrion rule fair, and just until emperor has returned, da!"

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The Imperial Prince Viktor Carrion, offers a nod of his head in approval as he hears word of his cousin Boris's election as Regent.

 

"Is best man for job, da. May he rule us well in dark times to come."

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Guy de Bar stands stoically alongside his Ashford kinsmen, his hands wrung together behind him. Upon the announcement he claps in ardent support of his deceased father's past associate and ally. 

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Rowan claps happily. 

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Daeglan MacCulloch does look down from the seven skies with a heartfelt smile crossing from cheek to cheek, "Wait'd a lon' toime fer 'im tae become summin' loike t'at." 

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