The Imperial Coronation

[frankdh 2418]

The Coronation of Anne I & Joseph II
12th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1785

 

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The Holy Orenian Empire has endured momentous change over the past century. Our country has grown from the broken remnants of the troubles, forward into a thriving cultural center. Under the guidance of our most Holy GOD, the Empire and her people have surpassed the boundaries set by our forefathers, bringing forth a never before witnessed era of unparalleled prosperity and progress.

 

It is in the sentiment of such progress that the heir of His Imperial Majesty the late Peter III, Her Imperial Majesty the Empress Anne I, is granted her born right to rule beside her husband The Duke of Helena. 

May Oren Rejoice! For Their Imperial Majesties stand by the will of GOD!

 

 

LONG MAY THEY REIGN

 

 

CORONATION TIMETABLE

Weapons and foul play will not be tolerated.

 

I.  THE DENOMINATION CEREMONY
Wherein Their Imperial Majesties will be anointed and besprinkled with the holy oils, taking their Imperial names whereunder they will serve God and Man in delivering the Empire to greatness.

 

II. THE EXHIBITION OF THE CROWN AND SCEPTER
Wherein the Horen crowning devices will be transferred to Their Imperial Majesties, and the Imperial Crown will be settled on the head of each, whereunder they will serve God and Man in delivering the Empire to greatness.

 

III.  THE MAJESTIES ADDRESS
Wherein Their Imperial Majesties shall both deliver an address to the denizens of the Holy Empire, encompassing the hope and prosperity of their GOD given reign.

 

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IN NOMINE DEI,

 

HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY Anne I, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Salvus and Seventis, Defender of the Faith, Princess of Malinor, Duchess of Adria, Novellen and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders and Farfolk, etcetera. 

 

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((Sunday, 3 PM EST))

 

 

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

From a pristine marble estate within the Silver City of Haelun’or, the talonnii of Maehr’tehral would send word of their attendance, to witness the coronation of their patriarch Nelgauth’s most admired valah and friend!

 

@Parion

[Bawg 494]

The Petrine Knight smiles brightly as his Empress will be coronated soon. He looks to his comrades in the Imperial State Army’s Bastille and jovially says “One God! One Empire! One Empress!”

 

He would continue, “I know the coming years will be prosperous for this mighty Empire that has stood against so many and remained unwavering.”

[Ivoreyy 2303]

The Princess Imperial could only beam in pride. She had awaited this day for so long.

[Mescaffier 6197]

Lieutenant Viktoriya DeNurem – the ‘Allslayer’ –  glanced toward the surface of the prison pit in which she was bound to: one of her comrades of the Imperial State Army held at the top by a daemon. The Officer would watch on with an apathetic front – not forced to look, yet, couldn’t quite tear her gaze away from the gruesome scene.

 

”One God, One Empire, One EMPRESS!” 

they’d cry, before being pushed into the pool of descendant ichor & gore below – a guttural shriek escaping from their lungs the entire way down.

 

. . . 

An Empress.

 

”Forgot Peter kicked tae bucket . . .” she mumbled, recoiling a tad as a thick splatter of blood flew toward her cell – coating the plague-infested bars that separated her from the gruesome scene outside. Half-finished bone shanks & stone daggers were haphazardly strewn about her prison’s floor – alongside a few dozen shoddy attempts at writing upon the parchment she’d taken with her. The Leftenant was preparing for her fight . . . Against the Paladin, Diomedes. All she bore were seemingly harmless weapons, yet – hidden deep within her bedding sat a potion .  .  . Gifted to her by the Inferni, M'ag'ns C'arne – that she’d hope would ensure her victory, and, more importantly . . . Survival.

 

”Ah’ll have teh congratulate ‘er, when ‘m back.”

[Paulobig 133]

Sir Alaric DeNurem ventured out the Capital. For the first time in a while, not donning his former plate – That, he left at his house back in Helena, remarking along the way of his journey:

 

”Long live the Empress, the Emperor, and the Empire.”

 

[ErikAzog 3575]

Peter Baldwin would lift his glass of Sunholdt Red in a celebratory manner, “Long live her Imperial Majesty, Empress Anne!” going to down the drink immediately after, going to wipe his lips of the wine, “I continue to eagerly dedicate myself to serving the Imperial State.” smiling wide.

[MRCHENN 4741]

George Galbraith would smile at the missive.

 

"Long live the Empress."

[BobBox 3798]

Amthalion smiled brightly with as he heard the news. Turning to his friend Ophelia he asked “Do you think we could get a cool crown like that for the treasure pile?” He didn’t spare her a moment to respond, as he quickly ran off after asking the question.

 

[slattador 511]

Belladonna Sofiya jubilantly upraises each brow upon reading the missive. She’d move to gently nudge her cousin in the arm with her elbow, “We must attend, cugino. Our Empress is to have a coronation soon!” She’d exclaim. @jcbeno

[Pureimp10 5691]

The former President of Oren (vote Rakoczy 1786) smiled at the announcement. “She was always kind. I have high hopes for her!”

[wyvernbro 77]

Lieutenant Stafford sets about getting his best uniform pressed for the occasion, and polishes the medal he was awarded during Alstreim’s War, the Mark of St. Tobias, to wear proudly at the coronation of the two new sovereigns.

Later, he sits down with his friend Derik Brashton as the two take a break in the Bastille’s mess hall, sharing some tea imported from the fields just outside Owynsburg. “God save the Empress!”, the Dragoon officer proclaims, raising a cup.

[VIROS 2915]

James II looks forward fondly to his first opportunity to crown an imperial monarch. 

[Roguechaotic 264]

Derik still not at 100% After everything that's happened still raises his cup of tea "God save the empress indeed"

[PrincessSnowie 539]

The very old Dowager looked to a flyer her serving girl brought to her as she glanced at it, turning her gaze elsewhere.

 

“Little Anne.. To be our Empress.. How proud Laurentina would be- hm.. I must get her a gift..”