CARRY ON, CARRION

[John Ivory 4546]

 

16th of Harren’s Folly, 1708

 

News was delivered by courier under the dark of an autumn night. The Emperor himself had declared that the Duchy, women and babe alike, was to capitulate to his demands or be put to the sword: there was great weeping and gnashing of teeth. The Adrian people had been forgotten by their fellow man, for what? Bustling evening streets, typically occupied with commerce, friendship, and good will, were now filled with a futile rage at the sudden movements of Fate.

 

The people took to the palace, throwing themselves at the feet of their liege lord. Paul looked over his wretched populace with a stoic gaze; he rose his hand for silence. In this moment, the beloved Duke understood the workings of Providence: if God should declare it so, how could man declare it otherwise? But the pitiful Duke could not stand to watch his people suffer. He kissed a weeping maid upon the cheek to give her reassurance. After a silence, the man spoke.

 

A great clamor took over the hall. The people screamed for mercy from the Lord God, their beloved Duke forced from power by His hand, the dignified man left without hope. Immediately, the Electors rose from the crowd as called, four in total. With solemn silence, they took their seats. The Elector Paul, now reduced to Count of Varoche, spoke once more.

 

 

The hall stood paralyzed, only the sniffling tears of women disturbed the stillness. But in their hearts, the people were filled with hope: their beloved Duke, a man among men, had sacrificed himself so that Salvation’s hand should stay Destruction’s sword. The electors took their vote.

 

Paul, Count Varoche: Aye

Sigismondo, Baronet d’Montelliano: Aye

Alfred, Baronet Myre: Aye

Barnabas, Baron Bessarabia, spoke lastly his vote in verse:

 

What is Man when restrained by Fate,

What is he but alike to the brutes?

 

Go on then, O Man, seek out what is your lot,

The grave awaits all.

 

The votes, four in total, were counted. With this, Paul rose once again from his seat. The now sullen man turned to the wretched people, and with the authority granted by the Electoral Council, spoke for the Duchy of Adria in one voice:

 

 

[Enlightenment 2295]

Demetrio smiles the sun’s smile from his exile, “Carry on Carrion.”

[monkeypoacher 8055]

A dead man in a cell cackles from the seven skies.

[DisgustinglySelfCentered 1]

A lone woman signs the cross over her paled face.

[jdesarno 381]

Thorvn still commanded his hounds to defecate on the roads to Adria regardless of this. 

 

LETS SEE WHO HAS THE LAST LAUGH!

 

[1_Language_1 1671]

Baronet of Rutledge would have said aye, but he was detained and unaware.

 

"I pledge my house to faithfully serve first Adria, and with it, Marius II for as long as he shall reign."

[Auriel_ 652]

"Wait this isnt bad what the.."

Some dirty elf in the backround.

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Hail Vydra."

[Junar 808]

The Dragoon captain is overwhelmed by the sudden change in leadership. Yet his and his men's loyalty lies with the people. And thus with the new duke. He hopes the dragon-knights will now let him finish building his mansion in peace.

[chaosgamer_ 764]

Rhegal folded his arms, visibly concerned as to what the consequences for Adria are.

[Archbishop 1784]

1 hour ago, Junar said:

The Dragoon captain is overwhelmed by the sudden change in leadership. Yet his and his men's loyalty lies with the people. And thus with the new duke. He hopes the dragon-knights will now let him finish building his mansion in peace.

Meanwhile Zachery continues to write his report concerning his attempted robbery and assault, once complete he would hand it over to the Dragon Knights!

[Knightei 318]

After reading the imperial missive, Chadwick reads the missive from Adria, upon completion he laughs, smiling, throwing his head back.

 

”You must give it to Paul for being a skilled politician, the man is wise in his years and clearly his care for his people exceeds that of his ambition.

I recall an elf calling checkmate upon the imperial missive. I do believe that elf was sorely mistaken.”

[Alexi_ 192]

Reina readies her plans of retirement with her family as she sits upon her seats, then receiving the missive while looking at the various paintings hung in her parlor of a landscape of Presa de Madera and a depiction of her aunt, Yanalia Horen. Her glances give heavy trepidation to her breath as she then realizes her sight over all her life now in her thoughts “And for what? Bureaucracy is a frightening thing, yet the wheels turn still. A pathetic game this all is and how unfortunate that it must to desperate measures. May St. Catherine and the wife Julia bless my family’s hearts”

[Galendar 631]

The news would reach the aging bear as he sat over dinner in the tavern of Reza, causing him to lean back in his chair and return the cigar he’d rolled back to his mouth. Aleksandr Vladov would let a cool sigh escape his mouth which would be filled with a thick miasma of green and tobacco. 

“And so... my Great Uncle’s duchy falls. May GOD protect my Adrian kin, there is much to be done.” 

He would state in a sorrowful tone, taking another drag from the hand-rolled cigar before flicking his ashes onto his half-eaten meal, sickened at the thought of his family’s legacy falling so low.

[libertyybelle 6187]

Anastasia felt something she scarcely felt since the tensions arose, and that was hope. As she sat in her empty home she prayed that Haense would be the saving grace for Adria and it’s people while she gazed upon the painting of her dear fiancée, Demetrio di Montelliano. “Come back soon, my love” she whispered softly.