A New Era

[Principality of Savoy 915]

Several Months Ago...

 

 

“So, we have come to an agreement?” King Vydra asked, his voice echoing throughout the dimly lit Cloud Temple library. He was flanked by loyal allies and vassals of Akovia, who stood tall and proud in front of their opponents. All that could be heard, for several moments, was the crackling of the torches as the haggard leaders of Urguan, Krugmar, and the remaining Aesterwaldian loyalists spoke quietly amongst themselves. Off to the side, Godfrey III stood, his head bowed as he listened.

“Aye, we ‘ave.”

“Yub.”

“Aye…” The leaders said, in turn.

“Then, we shall have peace.”

Andrik Vydra, King of the newly reformed Kingdom of Oren, stood from his chair, and briskly walked from the room, flanked by his royal retinue. Cheering broke out amongst those brave men of Akovia as they exited the Cloud Temple. Banners of Oren, of Saint Amyas, House Vladov and Vanir, House Montfort, and the various Regiments of the Orenai Legion, flew gracefully in the air, the sun serving to enhance the vibrant display.

 

 

The legions of Oren came to a halt outside Petrus several weeks later, the various Lords following their King across the drawbridge and into the city. The party did not stop until they reached the steps that lead up to the mighty Keep of Petrus. Andrik stopped several stairs higher than his men, and turned to face the massive crowd that had assembled, confused as to why a man who was once deemed their enemy, was now standing at the base of the Keep entrance, unharassed. Andrik took a few deep breaths, before speaking:

“Citizens of Petrus. My fellow humans. As you are all surely aware, our world has been ravaged by War for the past few years. A tragedy that started when greedy ‘Storm Kings’ and Waldians lusted for power, and would stop at nothing to see the demise and separation of Humanity. Ever since the fall of the Last Carrion Vochna, Humanity has been scattered; a weak, pitiful thing. I stand here, today, to tell you that this is no more.”

A small smile creeps upon his face as he looks out on the crowd, a crowd filled with Heartlanders, former Waldians, a few Raevirs, and various other minorities. “Those men who would have had you fight tooth and nail against your kin, are gone. The false nations of Aesterwald and Renatus have fallen, leaving their people hungry and without guidance. The Rovins of Aesterwald saw that they were on the verge of defeat, and instead of seeing to it that they lost honourably, they did the cowardly thing. They left their people to die.”

A murmur of whispers ran through the crowd, excitement growing. Andrik waited for silence again, before continuing.

 

“Now, however, begins a new Era. A new age for Humanity.” He raises his hand up for all to see, a parchment clutched in his fingers. “I, Andrik Vydra, First of his Name, declare that I have brought peace to the realm of man! The lands originally claimed and settled by Humanity upon the discovery of Athera have been joined together once more! This magnificent city that you call home, is where I shall rule the new Kingdom of Oren! I shall ensure that your lives, and the lives of everyone under my rule, change for the better!” Andrik was taken aback by the jubilance of the crowd, the deafening cheering and clapping so loud and contagious, that even the Legions outside of Petrus joined in, weapons sheathed as they hugged their comrades. Above all of them, Andrik Vydra stood, a smile on his face. Things were going to be changing for the better.

 

 

Issued and confirmed by King Andrik Vydra of Oren

 

Reaffirmation of Loyalty

Following the victory against the Zionist forces, and the reunion of the various Human factions, the time has come for all Nobles, Knights, and Men-at-arms to reaffirm their loyalty to the Crown, and to the House of Vydra. Open court shall be held next month where pledges of Loyalty may be given. 

 

Anyone, peasent or nobility is free to attend the open court, where King Andrik will listen to any petitions, claims, or concerns.

 

((OOC: Pledges will be taken tomorrow, January 30, between 4-5 EST))

[Ricky 321]

Upon hearing the call Athelstan II. Stafyr smiles "Now that is more like it!"

 

((Really digging this, good work guys))

[Jarek2 2]

Baron Chase Weischoff nods in approval.

[Vanir 693]

Duke Vasili Vanir nods his head, hearing of the news. "I will ensure the 2nd Akovian Regiment is in attendance, either under command of me or my Lieutenant Richard."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Ser Friedrich would he inquire if he might reaffirm his fealty via messages as he is on a pilgrimage

((Computer is down for a bit))

[Raptorious 1899]

 

The Rovins of Aesterwald saw that they were on the verge of defeat, and instead of seeing to it that they lost honourably, they did the cowardly thing. They left their people to die.”

 

 

Caladrius, Archon of the Blood Mages rests in his cave, his horned helmet resting beside him as he sits down, his robe still blood stained from the massacre at Aesterwald. Altus, his loyal apprentice, enters the freezing cold cave, the fog of his breath warm in the room as he speaks softly to him. "Archon, the new human king is unawares of the Rovin's fall to your hand at Vanderfell. The people seem to not have known that they burnt along with their city in the fires of the Stone Drake."

 

"Tis of no consequence, we did not turn the city to ash for glory and recognition. This merely makes our task all the simpler." Caladrius speaks calmly, his face emotionless. He rests his hand on a long item, wrapped in silk and slightly blackened, resting on the stone beside him.

[seannie 7443]

Lieutenant Richard would prepare security measures within the Royal Palace!

[Avacyn 1712]

Count Gawain Briarwood hopes he can affirm his fealty at another date.

((Gonna be at work during the event.))

[Z3r05t4r 855]

An aged an coughing Novtorn, bent from illness, supported by his son Gorn smiles mildly and nods. "Times are changing fast aren't they...?" - "Yes father. And I do hope that we can live in a true new era... a peaceful one. After so many years of... war."

 

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An armored figure rests a hand on his helmet he has laid beside him on a stone. Watching the king leave, he chuckles mildly as the wind blows through his grey hair. The golden shimmer in his left eye. "Ah, old days, old times... Is it time for a new one? Hm, peculiar, I wonder how this will go, yes, indeed..." Donning his helmet again he steps off, a tiny purple crystalline dragon flapping weakly about where he stood. As soon as the figure vanishes out of sight, the dragon dissolves into thin air, dust being blown up by the wind.

[Publius 4098]

Publius Bracchus, excited by the news, quickly informs the fresh recruits, and tries to show them how to conduct themselves in front of the king and nobility. He wonders quietly abut the time he might be able to spend with and around these august people.

[thesmellypocket 1859]

Lord Bailiff Adolf Ruhr Von Manstein also receives the news,  nodding with satisfaction. "I shall be there!" He exclaims.

 

((thanks to whoever cleared up those posts btw lol))

[Talesofvalor40 17]

Doge Scaran Bloodwell stares down at a ledger as he states, "Perhaps this whole scenario will be good for business."

[Gunner 775]

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