Deliverance of Vira'ker

[Christ 939]

Deliverance of Vira'ker

“Far too long this country has lingered in irrelevancy. Who knows the name ‘Vira Bay’? Not the Emperor on his golden throne, nor the King-under-the-Mountain. Not even the lowest peasant farmer, toiling in the fields. It’s been too long. Now! We will raise ourselves up. Unfurl the banners and let the trumpets peal. Vira Bay? We are that dying husk no longer! We are Vira’ker! Let the world know our name!”

 

Keaton II Errmark, speaking at the High Prince’s accession to power.

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-Seaguard soldiers cheer for their High Prince, Reginald I, The Grand Harvest of 1769.-

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Reginald’s gaze fell upon the vast cityscape of the afore-named ‘Vira Bay’. He had fought for years- leading the Seaguard, roaring their commands, sharing their burdens, reaping their rewards- but the final reward was yet to come. To march his men to the capital’s top - the capital he had defended! - and to accept the prestige of the crown and the title of ‘High Prince’. Emerging triumphant from the palace, he would bask before his men with an expression of pure victory plastered across his face as he punched his fist to the air with pride. The Seaguard saluted and cheered from one side of the palace stairs while, upon the other, Nottingham - Reginald's people, his family - hollered and jeered. King John’s grace had stuck with Reginald. His watchful eye and divine hand had delivered Reginald here. The new High Prince could only smile. 

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The High Prince called forth his most trusted retainer, and spoke;

“Keaton II Errmark, the day has come. I offer you this item, this item which means much to me and our comrades, and ask you to wear it proudly. Show yourself to be a symbol of strength for our men. Be my Commander of the Seaguard.” Proclaiming these words as he extended the Lunar Sage of Asimu’lei’s crown to his Comrade, the flattered Keaton could do nothing but nod his assent and quietly speak his thanks, accepting the crown in both hands. He withdrew back into the teeming crowd of Seaguard soldiers, and each complimented and clapped Keaton’s back.

 

And then Mark Ezelsteen was called forth, and the aged man beamed proudly and honestly as he was raised to Forecaptain, assuming the vacant rank of his superior with pride. The Captain, Günther, was similarly praised and congratulated, and his service was recognised but his rank remained. Further appointments were made to the new Crown Court, and the city of Vira’ker revelled in its newfound rule.

 

Then Keaton was allowed to speak before the assembly of the coming reign of the High Prince. “Though all power is now vested within our new Prince, we have yet to legitimise him, to inaugurate his rise and to celebrate officially this new age for Vira’ker! A coronation must be held at once.”

Preparations were made at once. Envoys were dispatched, their messages gracefully penned, and the city of Vira’ker rose in good fortunes.

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The Coronation of High Prince Johnathus ‘John’ Ruk would be set for Sun’s Smile, 1770. (3EST/8GMT on Sunday, 24/05)

 

Invitations to the event would be dispatched unto;

The King and Queen of Renalia, and their retinue. 

The Lunar Sage of Asimu'lei, and her consort.

Dignitaries from the nations of the world.

The Great Fyrrathil

All the Mali’ker of Arcas.

All citizens of Vira’ker.

All sworn or enlisting members of the Seaguard, especially the Commander, Forecaptain and Captains.

 

Dignitaries from all the nations of the world are welcome, to witness the coronation.

[KeatonUnbeaten 1103]

Keaton II Errmark, reading over his invitation addressed to ‘the Commander of the Seaguard’, would proudly state; “Now Vira’ker will rise.”

[Werew0lf 24181]

Alayris would cheer on the new High Prince, happy to see his friend ascend the throne. Thus, the ‘aheral prepared to attend — the rise of Vira’ker flaunting the lands of Arcas.

[Nozgoth 3083]

A hou-zi warmed by luscious locks of purple fur and clad in jade robes slams his fist against his chest after reading the missive, ”Good to see xiongdi thrive.”

[mika1278 3213]

A Wonk by the name of Brob rises from his pond in Vira’Bay as he hears the news of the new man in power ”Friends, all friends, they solve the riddles as we expand!” they would exclaim with great excitement for the future of Vira’Bay before submerging back into the pond!

[MinionManXDD 503]

Blogus the Black applauds

[L_GS 35]

"I once knew a Mark Ezelsteen of Vira'ker, but we were both cast out. I wonder why he would go back." An aged wanderer would comment, having heard the news in one of his rare excursions out into the cities.

[Mark2282 305]

Sir Ezelsteen smiles as he looks out over the sea of Vira'ker. He would then stroke his beard while sitting on the balcony, thinking and strategizing.

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

A dark elf places the paper down within the fire place. A sense of wonderment, a land of valah calling themselves ker. 

[6xdestroyer 1610]

Vulnir Syllar, the founder of Vira’ker sighed that he was not invited... 

 

[Chase 3793]

”Vira’ker is not a name with any better connotation than Vira Bay. But, good for them. I guess.” Remarks the Ashen King of Vira’ker, shrugging as he pockets the missive, continuing about his way.

[Areon 947]

Ganzorig Vincrute, first Prince of Vira’ker who stole away the Fleet of the Dominion of Malin to take to the seas with the loyalist Div’Cruan smiles, happy to hear news of his people’s return to their roots as the Elven lords of the waves.

[f__k_dat_guy 3]

an old elf of vira’ker smiles

[Zhikarta 4064]

”But where are all the Dark Elves?” asked Mali’kru, loyal bannerman to the Renelian Hegemony. He then pondered to himself for a moment, but shrugged it off and went about his day, eating sticks and throwing stones at the overgrown fungi surrounding the city.

[Cryothane 809]

Aitous smiled, reading the letter, “Hell yeah, **** you Renelia.” She gently folded the paper setting it on her table