An Imperial Address

[Ark 2835]

The new Emperor, surrounded by a throng of guard, had found his crown heavy as his father. He did not belong in this city, and he knew it. His father had spoiled him with the grand Karovian estate, a fief wide and fertile, the rivers pristine and the peoples happy, and yet it was his duty to bear this barbed crown, a thorny thing which pricked at his head this way and that.

 

And so he stepped forward to the crowd gathered, in confusion at the succession, and spoke his piece;

 

“To the denizens of Petrusia, the city of world’s desire and home to countless, I bid you grave news,

 

Our beloved Emperor Tobias, and the Imperial Prince Boris, have succumbed to their ailments; the poison taking their toll. I grieve deeply for these great men, for my father, who saved this city from gross inactivity and brought forth merchants, artisans, and soldiery and my brother, who had just returned to the lands of Oren to only be met with a swift death from poisoned waters.

 

Yet the state must go on. We shall arrange a funeral to be held in their name and mourn their loss. They have left us at no worse time, these wizened men, who mayhaps have had the talent to resolve this crisis. Da, the country is a-strife, and da, my predecessors have led us to a failed invasion of Renatus, one which I now sorely regret. For those people and my wife’s kindred, the Rovins, demand their sovereignty and I am not one to impose force upon them.

 

So I am to return this Imperial Crown to the High Pontiff, and dismantle our Imperial institution. Maybe in years ahead, humanity shall be united as one, but for now, it is a fool-hardy attempt to impose our will on another, and for another to impose their will on us. Let us grow on our accord and come together under the right circumstance.

 

I shall not hide in my countryside estate any longer; the Karovian men shall accompany me to Petrusia, where we shall focus all our resources into making the city one which never sleeps, acting on every hour. I shall ask for a new crown, a royal crown befitting our new goals and beliefs as the Kingdom of Oren, a country for all peoples who do not wish to reside in the more nationalist Aesterwaldia and Renatus.

 

All vassals are to re-affirm their oaths to me, but I shall not punish those who wish sovereignty or to be subject to another realm. I shall enforce no tyranny, niet; if you fear my rule or my peoples, you may go as you will, but I urge you to stay and give me a chance. I have worked with my father diligently and will do everything in my power to keep our Orenian state sovereign and free.

Let the Kingdom of Oren flourish, free from Imperial duty and bondage, and let us pray for a new age of prosperity.”

[Rig 17580]

Rowan claps at the address of the prince he serves, nodding. "'E's done well." 

[mylimo7 409]

Throdo looks curiously over this doctrine, "Why would he do this? Man has changed certainly.."

[Snoop 365]

David Campos bows his head in respect before pressing his fist against his heart upon hearing the news. "T'was a good run. Humanity had proven that united it could overcome all of the other foreign nations combined. The Imperium may be dead, but the legends of those that had fought for it in the Fringe War and beyond for the greater good and survival of humanity remain immortal in our hearts. Rest now sleeping beast. For one day, you shall be awakened once more to aid in humanity's prevail."

 

"Ave Orenia, Ave Humanity!"

 

[Narthok 10416]

Thoromir shakes his head sadly 

[Cracker 4570]

The High Pontiff sighs wearily as he examines the Imperial Crown in his quarters. 

 

"Pitiful. His enemies will fight him till his head is on a pike and his entrails sink to the bottom of the Petrusian moats. What does he gain out of this?"

 

He runs his fingers across the crown as he marvels its design and features. A work of art, a priceless artifact, a treasure worth millions. The king had humility to surrender his father's crown, the one true crown.

 

Daniel then turned back to his work and scripture; these affairs were worldly ones that made him sick to his stomach. Dwelling on them would deviate him from his missions.

[3andD 1722]

Imperial Prince Paul Carrion simply nods, "We come as crows."

[JVQ 1719]

Kovac watches silently from the crowd, just a young boy. Regardless of his age, he still understands the weight of his fathers burde and will aid his father.

[Raptorious 1899]

King Maric Varodyr stands on a balcony overlooking the great stronghold of Kaer Angren, the seat of his power, of the Kingdom of Renatus. His cloak blowing in the wind, he reads the Address with a perpetual stern expression, "And so the Empire falls. Perhaps the baby crow has more of a head on his shoulders than I gave him credit for. But the war is not over yet."

[Ricky 321]

You can never kill Carrion, Carrion kills you... If people understood this we would spend less time bieng weak and pathetic and more time destroying all those whom stand in the way of peace.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"If I heeyah 'Aesterwaldia' wan mo time....." Raigeki trembles with rage.

[Zezimus 1523]

Prince Viktor of House Carrion stands upright, smiling the Sun's Smile beneath his greying beard as he looks over towards his cousin, Aleksandr.

 

"We crows shall not allow troubles of days past to overcome our resolve. You are quite right to pursue new course than that of your predecessors, cousin. Let us only hope humanity may guide forth an era of peace and plenty from the calamity we have endured." 

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Otto smiles, "Thank God, the Empire is finally being dismantled. Aesterwald might now live in peace away from these southern wars."

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Silus roars in anger: "The feck? There is NO title such as Kingdom of Oren. It's a false title, Oren has always been an Empire! If you reduce yourself to a kingdom already, pick a name which suits you, crows."

[Vanir 693]

Stoic expressions are fixed upon the Vanirs' faces as the join the long procession making their way out of Karovia, with Vasili up at the front. He had only been to the city once, and had found no sea for his kin and him to lay claim to. This disturbed him greatly, but he could not help feel happy. His friend Aleksandr was now Emporer, a great military strategist was back in Oren, and perhaps this new city would give the House of Vanir a chance to reunite with more lost brothers and sisters. A small smile appears on his face, covered by his beard.

 

"Long Live the King."