St. Karlsburg Election, 1596

[Dogged 2879]

Jakub Macdonough casts his vote for Lukas Vanir

[Xarkly 17299]

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16th of the Grand Harvest, 1596. 

 

For over a week, the doors of the St. Karlsburg Administration office remained locked and sealed, and not a soul was to be spotted passing through its solitary threshold. For over a week, the High Steward and his diligent subordinates convened around a mound of parchment, each one of which bore different handwriting, the content consisted of only one of two possible names. For over a week, the Stewards determined who would become, or remain as, the Maer of St. Karlsburg. 

 

By the time the doors of the office swung open to admit the High Steward back onto the snow-white streets, the city had nearly become used to the suspenseful feeling that seemed to grip each political conversation, and gossip, most of it about attempted assassinations, seemed to have run dry. Yet the High Steward ignored the excited whispers and stares from the townsfolk as he pulled his bearskin cloak tightly around his shoulders to ward off the unrelenting cold.

 

A cold had already gathered in the square, and the High Steward had to avail of the aid of two Royal Brigadiers, and several muttered apologies, before he could reach the platform. There were no podium present now, and no polling boxes - the High Steward stood on his lonesome, overlooking the trodden snow of the square, and the townsfolk that hurriedly piled into it as news of the elections results traveled as swift a Haense's wind. 

 

Yet as the square seemed to fill, it seemed to become more quiet, as the townspeople hushened one another before their eyes snapped back to the High Steward, awaiting the elusive result. It was not until that the High Steward could hear the distant whipping of banners in the wind, and his own heartbeat, that he finally sucked in a breath of icy-air.

 

"By the grace of King Marius, please give your blessings to Lukas Vanir - Maer of St. Karlsburg."

 

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[Thatpyrodude 2008]

"The rat king strikes again..."

[Pureimp10 5691]

The municipal office's band would be playing music as the re-elected maer approaches the platform ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhenogvNrno))

 

An elderly Lukas Vanir would climb onto the stage, waving at the cheering crowd as he does so. Upon reaching the center of the stage, he'd shake Floris' hand before turning to address the gathered mass.

 

"To those who would see our way of life destroyed: we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: we support you. And to all those who have wondered if Karlsburg's beacon still burns as bright: tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our Kingdom comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: freedom, opportunity and unyielding hope."

 

He'd take a pause then, clearing his throat.

 

"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the Haensetian dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: yes, we can. May GOD bless you all, and may GOD bless this Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska."

[colovian fur 8360]

17 minutes ago, Pureimp10 said:

An elderly Lukas Vanir would climb onto the stage, waving at the cheering crowd as he does so. Upon reaching the center of the stage, he'd shake Floris' hand before turning to address the gathered mass.

 

"To those who would see our way of life destroyed: we will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: we support you. And to all those who have wondered if Karlsburg's beacon still burns as bright: tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our Kingdom comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: freedom, opportunity and unyielding hope."

 

He'd take a pause then, clearing his throat.

 

"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the Haensetian dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: yes, we can. May GOD bless you all, and may GOD bless this Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska."

"Niet my Maer!"

 

[Knox213 10]

17 hours ago, joey calabreeni said:

"Niet my Maer!"

 

Diedrik Barrow responds with brute force.