The Passing of Renatus

[nordicg_d 1847]

 

THE PASSING OF RENATUS

The halls of Pronce.

 

The waves swelled against the hull of the pristine boat, its impact resonating throughout the Ben Quadinaros, a famed vessel. Often monikered the pinnacle of Renatian engineering, its grand interior housed the Emperor himself, who was amidst a voyage to his bride’s motherland. Solemn thoughts clouded his mind, for he was only a boy and yet he had been thrust into leading an Empire; into commanding a gruesome war that was plagued with death at every point.  

The chattering of sailors was in abundance on the deck of the colossal ship as they manned the decks and traversed the oceans, despite the efforts of the tempests that made their journey arduous. “How far to Pronce?” one agitated seaman inquired, the answer to his query only fueling his vexation as months were left until the shores of Aeldin were to be in sight. 

 

The Ben Quadinaros sailing upon the high seas.

 

Months had passed and the goliath docked at a small town in northern Aeldin, just north of Pronce, and with such, the Emperor and his retinue of Dragon Knights reached dry land for the first time in months, a relieving experience for all. The Grand Knight, Ser Rodrik, who had accompanied the Emperor alongside his comrades rode ahead towards Pronce while the Emperor stayed within the bounds of the coastal settlement to rest.

 

The ride for the chevaliers was sprightly and did not last for more than a pair of days. Upon arrival, the fortress hosted an entire cohort of workers, soldiers, and aristocrats milling around - transporting food, weaponry and resources en masse.

 

Ser Rodrik was greeted at the foot of the fortress by a familiar face, Amelia Philippa, the daughter of Charles Elliot. Welcoming the troops inside, she provided them with food and lodging. She,  like many others, awaited the Emperor’s arrival.

 

“What is the purpose of this summon?” the Grand Knight inquired with a great degree of inquisitiveness present in his tone, for they had all been summoned - yet none could seem to answer the Grand Knight, for they did not know. The reason for which seemed to be only known by the Emperor himself.

 

The Dragon Knights riding towards Pronce.

 

The arrival of the Dragon Knights was soon followed by the arrival of Godfrey himself a mere days later, his expression from his time sailing had almost been cemented upon his countenance, weary and distrait. Yet on his arrival, he was not welcomed by Amelia but rather a different figure: Antonius, the famed marshal originating from primaeval Renatus. Discreet whispers were exchanged between the two and shortly thereafter, they ventured within the walls of the magnificent structure they were beholden to.

 

As if he knew the complete itinerary, Godfrey would announce to all of a grandiose wedding that would take place. Many of his retinue were disgruntled by such talk, “Coming all this way to indulge in a feast and to witness an unrelated wedding? Bah. A waste of time I say!” mumbled one Dragon Knight.

 

Alas, their thoughts would not change the event to come. A feast was prepared and the announced wedding would commence only a small few hours later. Unbeknownst to those not present, The wedding would be of Kaiser, son of Augustus I, to Amelia Philippa, daughter of Charles Elliot.

 

The two recited their vows in a lavish wedding befitting of their status;  Following such, cups filled with citric, maroon vintage along large beasts mounted on silver platters streamed from out of the kitchen. An impressive feast would commence in celebration of the event and the disgruntled thoughts that plagued the Emperor’s retinue soon dissipated as they indulged on all of what the chefs of Pronce had to offer and listened to the idyllic bards of Aeldin.

 

The night grew old and the men and women in celebration retired to their chambers.

 

Kaiser and Amelia as they recited their wedding vows.

 

Many denizens of the holding had stayed within their chambers until the late hours of the next day, needing a large amount of time to recuperate from the merriment of the prior night. Yet, that was not the case for Godfrey who did not stay at the feast for long, nor did he stay in slumber for a momentous while as he appeared to be ruminating for hours on end.

 

Already knowing what was to come, the bells rang and everyone was called in to the main hall. Godfrey waltzed in slowly after everyone else, looking around the room he was a mass of numerous people seated in the stands and at the end of the hall lay a fine circular table which sat five people, four of which were already taken.

 

Marching to the other side of the room, Godfrey took his seat. From left to right sat all four founders of Renatus: Charles Elliot, Augustus I, Aurelius I, and Antonius. The Founders of Renatus who had built it from the ground up and formed it into one of the strongest Empires to of been known. All of the founders, once ripe with life and energy, now were hoary, exhausted, and aged - all of them past their septuagenarian years and looked desperate for nothing more than to retire from politics and to live the rest of their days without the squabbles of men interfering with such.

 

“We are old, we are tired, and we are done.” mumbled out Charles first, a cohesion of head-nodding ensuing from the other members of the table thereafter. The next to speak up was Aurelius I, the founder of the Empire.

 

“Our name is bound to the name Renatus, for it is us who built it from nothing and led it to glory. It is Antonius who led its armies on military campaigns to conquer an entire continent. It is Charles who secured allies and enacted vast plots to secure the position of Renatus. And it is Augustus who led my Empire, my Kingdom, when I was too old to do so. Any time there is a war that is spurned between the Empire and another nation - we are bound to it, we are inclined to help as Renatus is ours. We cannot lead any longer, nor do we have an interest in it.” Aurelius countenance froze for a fleeting moment, afterwards he stood. Looking around the hall, he announced in his commanding voice that most had become so accustomed to, “It is today that Godfrey disbands the Kingdom of Renatus to replace it with his own Kingdom.”

 

Aurelius sat himself with visible constraint, for his body ached. In his place, Godfrey stood to address the court next. “The Kingdom of Renatus shall be dissolved, it shall be no more. In its place the ruling seat of the Empire shall be named after my father's holdings. It shall be known as the Kingdom of Cascadia as determined by the council of founders.”

 

And that, is what this meeting shall be forever known as. The council of founders, in which the complete dissolution of the Kingdom of Renatus is penned down in history.

 

[!] Attached to the bottom is the war-history of the Kingdom of Renatus.

The Third Crusade, 1638 - 1641.

Czena Conflict, 1653 - 1656.

Atlas Coalition War, 1657 - 1662.

Bandit War, 1664 - 1668

Second Atlas Coalition War, the Staunton Uprising, 1667 - 1669.

Third Atlas Coalition War, 1689 - 1692.

War of the Elven Union, 1712 - 1713.

War of the Two Emperors, 1715 - 1721

 

All Renatian victories.

 

THE KINGDOM OF RENATUS:

1638 - 1721

[Fawb 557]

Diego Dabber cheers

[Textarea 719]

Omar Grimmer'Lak says "Wub?"

[Keldrith 717]

Doc Silvyr Uradir decides to take this moment to promote his new products! “New Tonics, Toothpaste, Lotion, and Birth Control at the auctioneer now!” 

[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Cool." He says.

[trinn 5128]

Adeline scurried around the halls of her Great-Grandfather's estate in Pronce, the young girl's excitement unbound as she would greet her Johannian relatives. TShe tossed her crown unto a nearby table, childish glee overtaking her in her energetic spree. “Grandfather! Great-Grandfather!”

 

 

[squakhawk 14038]

Illythia shed a tear, looking downward.

”The Greatest Empire to be known, The Greatest Empire that would be. Soar unto the skies, Dragons, and rest- for you have earned it. Fought wars and managed peaces by your side for decades – I may be different but I felt just as home within Imperium as I did within The Chiefdom. The might of Renatus will never be forgotten, nor matched. The Empire of God and Man ascends beyond us all, now.”

Illythia paused, taking a minute to think to herself. 

”Rest well, heroes of mine.”

She’d said, clutching a special rose . . .

[sergisala 3451]

The Minister of Truth would nod to the Emperor’s words. “Finally, the war is over. Long live the Kingdom of Cascadia!” Alexander would exclaim as Godfrey proclaimed it.

[Ivoreyy 2303]

Anabel smiles, forever proud of her son. He’d dealt with more than many would encounter in a lifetime, always in grace and bravery.

[Stephensj 327]

Richard nods upon hearing the news, proclaiming for the last time “Ave Renatus, Ave Courland, Ave Godfrey!”

[Blanchables 528]

“Well, would you look at that...” Pierce would muse to himself, upon pouring yet another glass of whiskey. 

[ApplePieKathy 561]

“RENATUS IS FINALLY GONE!” Celebrated Valerie 

[Glocky18 545]

“Who would have thought?” Stephanos mumbles to himself

[Evonpire 2014]

“Well, this is unexpected nonetheless. AVE CASCADIA” Evan Windsor said.

[Noer 577]

Long live the happy frog