TO THE END - A Tragedy in Four Acts

[Eryane 3698]

TO THE END

As penned by Lady Anastasia of Kositz

 

Inspired by the life of Emperor Philip I.

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Synposis:

A fictitious retelling of the final days of Emperor Philip I, known for his rise to power in the aftermath of the Year of the Four Emperors and the destruction of his capital city, Johannesburg, as the Coalition led by Tobias Staunton prepared to take it by siege in 1595. This play details his closest relationships and outlines the many who left him, and the few who stayed to the end. 

 

This retelling does not precisely follow the historical occurrences or the interactions which were had.

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Characters:

Philip I, Holy Orenian Emperor

The sixth emperor of the Fifth Empire in his mid-twenties. He is stalwart in his belief that the empire shall not fall to the Coalition, and is widely known as a stubborn, defiant man who greatly believes in his own capabilities and the strength of the empire. Dark brown hair, grey eyes. 

 

Prince Peter, Duke of Mardon 

The uncle to Philip I and a confidant of the emperor in his mid to late thirties, also known as 'Philip Louis'. The esteemed captain of the Nauzica Brigade and the powerful Duke of Mardon. He is a thin, shifty man who, though appearing soldierly enough, has difficulty looking people straight in the eye. Brown hair, grey eyes. 

 

Princess Charlotte Sophia of Alstion

The sister of Emperor Philip I and Princess Imperial of the Holy Orenian Empire in her early twenties. A well-educated woman with a gentle heart, who is married to the traitorous Archduke John d’Amaury of Lorraine. Due to her marriage, she has become a timid, quieted woman who desires the best for her family. Brown hair, grey eyes.

 

Sir Walter Marshall

Originally a commoner in the capital city of Johannesburg, yet rose to gentry as a former member of the Nauzica Brigade. He is a high ranking officer in the Legion and a Knight of the Empire in his mid to late forties. Known to be devoutly loyal to the empire and quietly competent in his actions. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. 

 

Sir Maric Vimmark 

The aged Grand Knight of the Empire and the veteran of the campaigns of John III, approximately in his fifties. Known to be honorable, but is a logical, straightforward man above all else. Brown hair, blue eyes. 

 

Soldiers, Extras 

To be acquired as a role at the discretion of the director. 

 

PROPS (By order of appearance)

Torn Banner of House Horen  

Wheat Straw

Blonde Wig 

Morningstar 

Bottle of Thanhium 

Candle

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ACT ONE

Spoiler

CURTAINS RISE on the throne room of the PALACE OF ST. ADRIAN, the royal home of the House Horen in the capital city of Johannesburg. A TABLE is near center stage. ENTER PETER, SIR MARIC, and SIR WALTER. SIR WALTER is carrying a TORN BANNER. All wear battered, broken armor. SIR MARIC pulls a WHEAT STRAW from his hair.

 

MARIC

Not once had I thought to see dishonor

As had I witnessed moments heretofore.

Duke d'Amaury cutting down his people,

Innocents, as a farmer does harvest wheat.

 

PETER

Nor had I, yet here we speak of it.

The storms of war emit the hidden truth

Of one's most inner soul to the masses.

 

WALTER

Sirs, the John d'Amaury does not deserve

Our thoughts and words, be they defaming

Or be they not. He who is a traitor 

To the crown is a traitor to God.

 

PETER

Perhaps you are right, good Walter. 

And so the city of Metz has fallen,

To the treach’rous hands of our enemies—

Why does that torn fabric still occupy

The grasp in which you hold it high?

Give it here, so I may discard of it.

 

WALTER

This fabric is the imperial banners

Honoring His Majesty the Emperor.

 

PETER

Useless banners with barely a sigil to see.

 

WALTER

Still I hold them.

So arrives the Emperor as we speak. 

 

ENTER PHILIP. ALL bow. PHILIP moves to his uncle, PETER, where he clasps a hand upon his shoulder in greeting.

 

PHILIP

Arise. Sirs, my good men. Uncle. 

 

PETER

Nephew. 

 

MARIC

Imperial Majesty,

Word spiraled of you falling in battle.

Have you recovered since your return 

Here to the capital, Johannesburg?

 

PHILIP

Well in health am I without doubt, Grand Knight,

For there was nothing to recover from.

 

PETER

The rebels will be at the city gates

Before we are to draft a single scheme.

Let us discuss the defense of the city

Before we can hear the soldier's marching.

 

PETER moves center stage to the TABLE with PHILIP. MARIC gestures for WALTER to stand guard at the door. MARIC approaches the table with the other two men whilst WALTER remains off to the side.

 

PHILIP

My ear is yours, uncle.

 

PETER

Albeit two heavy weights on our shoulders

From the loss of Gorge and Goldfields–

 

PHILIP

And only two, uncle. The rest were ours.

 

PETER

Right you are, though with thousands of men lost.

I mean to not dissuade or diminish 

The faith you hold of yourself and your empire.

Nay, for we have enough to rebound well.

 

PHILIP

(Confidently)

Precisely so, uncle!

The singers may call the mere two losses

Great for their numbers and military might

Yet the battle that is yet to come to us 

Shall make a grand shadow of those prior.

 

MARIC

The loss of many of our greatest men

Strikes a cord in my nerves for the future

But my faith lies forever in your words,

Majesty.

 

WALTER

Lo, who goes there? 

 

ENTER CHARLOTTE, who is shrouded in a HOODED CLOAK.

 

CHARLOTTE

I am a mistress of the emperor.

(Aside)

The years of childhood flood my deepest thoughts

'Pon my sights of that familiar throne. 

Still does laughter ring faintly in my ear

With the sweet song of mother's lullabies.

Home, at long last, I have returned to you.

 

PHILIP crosses to where CHARLOTTE stands.

 

PHILIP

A mistress, say you? 

Let me look ‘pon your face. 

 

PHILIP reaches for the CHARLOTTE’S HOOD. CHARLOTTE winces at the raise of his hand and turns away. 

 

CHARLOTTE

(Timid)

May you have forgiveness on me, Majesty,

For I have been ordered to shroud my face

'Til you and I are together alone. 

(To Philip)

‘Tis I, brother, Charlotte. 

 

PHILIP

Sirs, uncle. Leave us.

 

PETER

We shall be in wait at the closest door

Should this ***** try anything out of line.

 

EXIT WALTER, MARIC, and PETER. As soon as they leave, CHARLOTTE and PHILIP embrace.

 

CHARLOTTE

What will come of these pristine walls of ours

When the Coalition is to come upon them?

I fear the day that these window panes

Will be nothing more than shattered pieces.

When the home of our memories is breached,

Violated, by Tobias and his men.

 

PHILIP

What is it that you speak of now, sister?

The hope of the empire has never strayed.

 

CHARLOTTE

My husband says otherwise, taunting

At the bodies of imperial men

With souls departed to the skies above.

 

PHILIP

And how is he?

 

CHARLOTTE

What of him?

 

PHILIP

The whispers tell me of horrible tales,

That he dares to raise a hand to you.

 

CHARLOTTE

(Quietly)

I shall not speak on it.

 

PHILIP

Has he stirred you into a silence too?

 

CHARLOTTE looks away from her brother and does not say anything for some time. PHILIP reaches out a hand to her, to which CHARLOTTE cowers from.

 

CHARLOTTE

Apologies, dear brother, forgive me.

My mind insisted on seeing you now,

Safely under the guise of borrowed robes.

Yet I have seen your face, and must return

For any longer spent he shall notice.

 

CHARLOTTE pulls up her hood and begins to depart.

 

PHILIP

Charlotte–

 

CHARLOTTE

I must depart swiftly now. 

 

PHILIP

Think not of the coming siege, dear sister,

Nor the lost battles that have led to it.

Ease your mind with the silly arguments

Of youth, where we deemed each other babies

And other foolish names from morn 'til eve.

Remember our small trips 'round the city

For your shoulders needn't any more burdens.

 

CHARLOTTE

I shall try as you say. 

 

EXIT CHARLOTTE. CURTAINS FALL. 

 

END OF ACT I.

 

ACT TWO

Spoiler

CURTAINS RISE on the ST. ADRIAN PALACE in the capital city of JOHANNESBURG. PHILIP paces in front of the throne.

 

PHILIP

Obliterating fire sweeps through my mind,

Taunting, trying to catch fire on a branch 

Of my hope or the roots of assurance 

That keep me steadfast in my decisions.

I am a dam of water against it.

May my convictions be guided by God

As the rebel soldiers march to my walls.

 

ENTER PETER.

 

PETER

Nephew, what has left you to pace these halls

At such an early hour of the morning?

Has your mind forgotten to give you rest?

 

PHILIP

Forgetful am I of temporal needs

As I contemplate our future success.

Johannesburg shall never fall to them.

 

PETER

Perhaps not, but perhaps it may,

Should you not wisely look at those 'round you.

Your allies, your most faithful companions.

 

PHILIP

Your words are quite indecipherable

Of whom you may indicate this towards.

 

PETER

You take to the friendship of lowly knights, 

Who hold menial skill in war strategy.

This shall not help you come the day of siege.

 

PHILIP

And who shall you recommend at my side?

 

PETER

Men like the grand knight, Sir Maric Vimmark.

Not the company of the other knight,

What is it that they call him by?

Sir Walter Marshall, who clings to your flank

Alike to a young fawn with its mother.

 

PHILIP

Might your words not be imprecise of him,

That the aged Sir Maric is seasoned

In all abilities and tactics of war

And Sir Walter not experienced so.

Yet in him I hold an admiration

For his stalwart imperial values.

 

PETER

If that is what you so believe, nephew.

Merely, I wish to give sincere advice

That might you ready your heart for the worst

It shall be all the brighter in the best.

‘Tis your wish to save Johannesburg, no?

 

PETER places a hand upon the shoulder of PHILIP before he continues onward. EXIT PETER.

 

PHILIP

It is in I the trust shall always lie.

God positioned me as the emperor,

And with that holy grace shall I decide

The fate of what is to be my city.

Again a small flame dances in my thoughts,

Beckoning that I waft the growing blaze.

I shall not lose this siege that is to come,

Yet as you say uncle, I must prepare

For the darkest of hours, should it arrive.

 

EXIT PHILIP. CURTAINS FALL.

 

END OF ACT II.

 

ACT THREE

Spoiler

CURTAINS RISE on the ST. ADRIAN PALACE in the capital city of JOHANNESBURG. PHILIP is standing in front of A TABLE where he looks over the defense plans for the city. ENTER SIR WALTER.

 

WALTER

News has arrived at the earliest light

Outlining the betrayal of your uncle

From the imperial cause, Majesty.

'Tis believed that he left late in the eve

To take up arms with Tobias Staunton. 

 

PHLIP remains silent at first, then turns toward him.

 

PHILIP

I had not the faintest idea, sir,

of your exceptional sense of humor.

 

WALTER

It would never be a desire of mine

To wound Your Majesty with falsities.

 

PHILIP

And whom you heard it from, were they certain?

 

WALTER

They were without a single doubt, my lord.

 

PHILIP

God be good upon my soul.

 

WALTER

More news came from the messenger. 

 

PHILIP

Be on with it now, Sir Walter. 

 

WALTER

With the traitor of Mardon’s departure,

So do the vassals of Haense and the West

Make white peace with the Coalition rebels.

Tobias Staunton shall be upon us soon.

 

PHILIP

Where is the grand knight? 

Find him, and evacuate the people. 

Go with haste. 

 

WALTER

As you say, my lord.

 

EXIT WALTER. A CRASH and SHOUTING can be heard in the far distance. PHILIP falls to his knees.

 

PHILIP

Fickle are most things in this terrene life,

With exceptions that grow to be fewer. 

Foolish was I to surmise utmost trust

In that of my family, my own blood.

Reliance, approach it with a caution

Of those about you now, so he uttered.

Damn the man who spoke such conniving words

Which only were apt for his traitor self.

Damn the man in whom my broken trust lied,

As all the years of bond and brotherhood

Now hold value no more than ash and dirt. 

Damn you, uncle!

 

PHILIP rises from his knees and shoves the TABLE over in his anger. ENTER CHARLOTTE, who is shroud in a dark CLOAK and wearing a BLONDE WIG.

 

CHARLOTTE

Brother! 

 

CHARLOTTE rushes to embrace PHILIP. His anger begins to subside as he wraps his arms about his sister. 

 

PHILIP

Has your husband gone blind as to not know 

Of your departure to Johannesburg?

 

CHARLOTTE

In the chaos of the rallying soldiers,

'Twas an easy feat to escape his grasp.

 

PHILIP

Most fortunate am I to see you then.

 

CHARLOTTE

A fear does engulf me like a sailor

With endless drowning in the sea of seas

For what is to come of our home, of you,

And in all my torments has it brought me

To the familiarity of here

Again, and to your embrace which I sought.

 

PHILIP 

I do not understand. Fear, say you?

 

CHARLOTTE

O, I can hear war cries of the soldiers

As they yearn to diminish us to dust

In finality, to see legacy

Become but a dream of the tomes, books

That shall mention our names like story folk

Rather than a name of modern era.

The conclusion of my tale does not yet

Beckon my end. No, brother, I shall live

A desire I hope you commiserate. 

And should the sun rise 'pon these city walls

Come the end of it all, blood and battle,

Remain at your flank again I shall do.

 

PHILIP

You–

 

CHARLOTTE

Philip, might you listen–

 

PHILIP

To abandon my side, to the old man 

Who batters your skin with foul injury? 

Why come to me only for injury?

 

CHARLOTTE

I came to see you before all was lost,

As I know that the tides turned against

Are nothing save for mere waves of water

To your pertinacious heart, dear Philip.

And might the humanity insight me

A great fear for my worldly existence.

My life, dear life, I must not let it go

Nor slip from my fingers like a fool might.

Many years are left in me, my brother,

That I shan't toss aside as one might waste.

 

PHILIP

You have let the vile hearsay of rebels

Spin your mind with tales my cause is one lost.

Be it not true?

 

CHARLOTTE

No matter what it is I say to you

Belief is not what is on your mind, no. 

Any answers will not be listened to.

What assistance may I be of you here?

A rotting corpse! That is all I shall be.

My life, my children, they beckon me home

And thus I must depart with a farewell.

Do not allow the bull of your conscious

Permit you from a chance at life, beyond

The confines of rule and Coalition War.

 

PHILIP

Do you ask of me now to surrender?

 

CHARLOTTE

Th' deepest care that I may hold for any,

I hold for you. For you are my brother

And what is one's soul without family?

I shan't abandon you, and so I ask 

That with me you might come to hide away

'Til the smoke clears and the empire rebuilds

Again and again, an endless cycle.

 

PHILIP

Here in this city shall the legacy 

Of our empire end and a new arise

From the ashes that only I create

And not at the hands of Tobias Staunton.

Beneath the city lies plenty Thanhium

That I intend to light should the time come.

Abandon me you shall not, right you are,

For here ends our line now and forever.

 

PHILIP draws his sword MORNINGSTAR and slashes at his sister. CHARLOTTE screams as she is horrifically wounded.

 

CHARLOTTE

Cease, cease! Beloved brother!

 

CHARLOTTE falls to the ground as PHILIP attacks her again in an attempt to kill her. ENTER WALTER.

 

WALTER

Majesty!

 

WALTER almost runs to the flank of PHILIP, ‘til the bleeding CHARLOTTE pulls away her HOOD removes her WIG with the little strength she has remaining.

 

WALTER

By God, the Princess Charlotte!

With me, and to the medic you shall go.

 

EXIT WALTER carrying CHARLOTTE. PHILIP stares at the bloodied MORNINGSTAR.

 

PHILIP

None will hold on to the end of the line

If it means true sacrifice of all things,

Or to dare to risk all things heretofore. 

And I thought if not uncle, might it be

That my sister could have lasted by me.

The words of my uncle grow even bitter.

I shall go forward, stalwart.

 

EXIT PHILIP. CURTAINS FALL.

 

END OF ACT III. 

 

 

ACT FOUR

Spoiler

CURTAINS RISE on the ST. ADRIAN PALACE in the capital city of JOHANNESBURG. ENTER PHILIP, MARIC, WALTER, and SOLDIERS. NOTE: Other SOLDIERS may be present at this moment at the discretion of the director but not needed (may be reduced to the three characters first listed). 

 

PHILIP

And thus must the citizenry depart

The city haste posthaste, on my orders.

 

MARIC

These demands are wise of you, Majesty,

As the siege of the Coalition draws near.

 

PHILIP

Do you believe me to lose the city?

 

MARIC

Foolish am I not to th' growing forces

Of the army that opposes us so.

Lose the city to them, we may, yet still–

 

PHILIP

Nay! Never will this great city of ours

Lie in the vermin hands of vile creature

Who calls himself to be 'Tobias Staunton'.

 

MARIC

What defenses might you think we may hold?

Not long will they remain if we attempt.

 

WALTER

Might we raise our blades nonetheless–

 

MARIC

Hush now, knight!

 

PHILIP 

'Tis no intention of mine to defend

Means of materialism, for our empire

Lasts beyond these buildings and city walls.

Thusly in the heart of the people lies

The empire, not the city where they stand.

Flee, the people must, for first, second, third,

Fourth, and now the fifth empire comes to end

And by God shall another sixth arise.

The legacy lives on through Johannians

Not by, should Staunton have taken the land,

What halfwitted thing those kin of Courland

Like to parade themselves as (be they less

Than human with lack of intelligence).

 

PHILIP laughs.

 

MARIC

I do not understand your meaning, m’lord. 

 

PHILIP

Beneath these floors in which we now stand, men,

Thanhium lies in wait to explode, eager

To wipe out what gift our enemies wish

That they might fancy themselves obtaining.

 

MARIC

By God. 

 

PHILIP

Quick now, sirs, for I can hear the clinging

Of metal and swords, soldiers awaiting bloodshed. 

Evacuate the courtiers, clear all those

Who do not wish to die in this city.

 

EXIT MARIC, WALTER, and SOLDIERS.

 

PHILIP

Resolute must I be, else it may be

No better than to wound myself with lack

Of confidence of the self and my mind.

I see again the fires that hitherto

Plagued my thoughts. Yet now they are to be 

True, decorating my potent city.

Look 'pon me, uncle and sister of mine,

Who believed not to follow me to this–

O, it is in I that all I may need

To go forth with steadfast heart. 

 

ENTER MARIC, WALTER, and SOLDIERS (NOTE: less than before).

 

MARIC

Remaining men of arms lead th' citizens

To safety and freedom beyond these walls.

 

PHILIP grabs the BOTTLE OF THANHIUM and holds it up to show the men.

 

PHILIP

Sir Maric, knight these men, knight all these men, 

For in them holds a loyalty so oft 

None are blessed to see– we are gifted

By their imperialism that does not die.

 

MARIC

At your order, Majesty. 

 

MARIC knights all of the few men left. 

 

PHILIP

What troubles are brought unto you, grand knight?

 

MARIC

Fight in your name and honor, 'pon the field

I shall always do, to die here I shan't.

Forgive me, Majesty, for I do not 

Wish to pass on at the will of Thanhium

Yet with sword in my hand and pride swelling

In my heart as I die amidst battle

As I have been raised since my youth to do.

 

PHILIP

All are given leave to flee the city,

No matter what prior trust in them or

Be it respect that I once held, grand knight.

Go on, leave. Die as the soldier you are.

 

EXIT MARIC and several SOLDIERS. FIVE MEN, including WALTER, remain. WALTER stands before the dais.

 

PHILIP

And is it in you too, good Sir Walter, 

A desire to depart and follow close

By the footsteps of the olden grand knight?

 

WALTER

Nay sir, it is not in me to betray 

The emperor who has granted me all

My life– all that I may be, here and yond'.

It is with you, m'lord, I shall stand and serve

'Til my imminent death comes to knock 'pon 

My door and demand I lay down my steel.

Be it anything other than for you, 

In face of death shall that door be slammed so.

For an oath taken as promise 'til death

I will stand with the empire, to the end.

 

PHILIP

A man of loyalty you are, Walter,

And I await to see you in the skies.

 

PHILIP raises the BOTTLE OF THANHIUM. 

 

PHILIP

O, I have lived steadfast and fierce, good men,

I shall never kneel to the dogs of war, 

And my wings shan't be clipped by greedy paws

of Staunton. I live and die for th' empire!

Ave Oren! Ave Horen! Long live th' empire!

 

PHILIP drops the BOTTLE. CURTAINS FALL as SCREAMS can be heard. ENTER CHARLOTTE (either before the CURTAINS or in the HOUSE). CHARLOTTE carries a CANDLE. She sets the CANDLE down in the RUINS OF JOHANNESBURG.

 

CHARLOTTE

And so the empire shall live on. Semper.

 

EXIT CHARLOTTE

 

END OF PLAY.

 

 

OOC:

Spoiler

Thank you to @Nectoristfor giving me this idea and helping me out until ungodly hours with the outline. I also want to say thank you to @Taketheshot for giving me his perspective on these historical events and characters as the man who played Sir Walter, @Esterlen for giving me historical insight (since a lot of what’s out there isn’t properly recorded), and @Thatpyrodude for telling me a bit about his experience playing Philip I and so much more about his character. I understand there is some confusion around how the Duke of Mardon was related to Emperor Philip so I went with what pyro told me in our private conversations (and the name that he gave me as well, using Peter over Philip to save even more confusion when reading the play). Thank you for reading! 

 

 

 

 

[JoanOfArc 4604]

"That man is a tyrant! He is rotting in hell for all his sins against the good men of the Church and of Savoy. St. Theodosius, Bl. Jon Renault, and Bohemond- we remember their names. May your name be forgotten! Curse this playwright too!"

 

Father Griffith of Gwynon screamed at being shown the tragedy. Ironically, he read the whole play and kept it on his shelf to be read again. It was good writing, after all.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

From her hidden place upon Almaris, an ancient queen recalled the memories of Johannesburg she still held as she read the retelling of those she had once known. For Philip, her one-time tormenter, she hissed a few words in disgust.

"He reaped what he sowed. And one day, I shall gladly torment him in whatever hell he languishes in."

[zuziee 4004]

Maisie d’Arkent smiles brightly as the pages of the play arrived on her desk “I hope it is preformed soon! The theatre is rotting away.”

[Taketheshot 3834]

Ser Walter smiles down from the seven skies.

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Joseph d'Azor nods with a smile. "What a wondrous piece of writing!" 

[amyselia 2962]

Claude is eager to see this on-stage, setting her handmaiden to prepare a visit to the theatre.

[Nectorist 12869]

Philip Amadeus sweats.

[Marquesa_ 298]

“The Duke of Mardon was not Philip’s uncle — I am sure I would recall if I had a brother named Peter or not,” voiced the deceased Eleanore Theresa Horen, “So, that only means that Peter must have been Philip’s maternal uncle, making him the brother of his mother, Julia Adelheid?” the woman said with a brief laugh.

 

“Which means that the playwright is insinuating that Julia was in love with her brother, seeing as both she and ‘Peter’ petitioned her monarchical son, Emperor Philip, for permission to be wed, only to be denied.” she finished, shaking her head, “What a disgusting accusation to levy upon my sister-in-law; it would serve these modern tramps well to stay away from history, seeing as it is painfully evident that they do not excel in the study of said field. This ‘Peter’ character was not even named Peter, his name was Philip Louis, Duke of Mardon, and he was the son of my uncle, Prince Alexander Louis, and his Savoyardic wife, Aurelia de Bar.” the ancient princess finally finished with a grimace prior to marching off.

[sergisala 3451]

Lord Alexander Merentel would smile from the Seven Skies, remembering the fall of the Fifth Empire and the defeat of the tyrant Emperor Philip I, and the subsequent victory of Lord Tobias Staunton with pride.

 

"This war would have not been necessary if there hadn't been a blatant mismanagement of the vassal war between the Duchy of Carnatia and the Duchy of Courland. After all, the Imperial Archchancellor of John II promised Lord Staunton that Courland would not be attacked and not only Carnatia attacked us but we also end up losing our capital Riga for this reason. I hope that with this defeat the Imperial Throne learns the lesson, as inter-vassal conflicts are the source of all evil. All the Glory to the Coalition!"

 

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Sir Charles Galbraith would clap as he read the script of the play.

 

 "This is one of the best theatre plays that I have ever seen in my life. Hurrah! God save the Emperor! Oren Aut Mortem!"

 

After finishing the reading, Sir Charles would shrug, failing to understand why a former orenian lord such as Staunton would form an alliance with dwarven urguanites to destroy the Empire and have a divided humanity of small kingdoms that create false religions to legitimize their new rule by right of conquest and that end up killing each other in an eternal cycle of hatred.

 

Sir Charles would then close his eyes and pray to God for the innocent human souls who blindly fought in the Coalition side in Axios against the Holy Orenian Empire without realizing that they were in the wrong side of history.

 

"Forgive them, Lord, as they did not know what they were doing. Amen."

[Morigung-oog 5697]

From her new place of residence, a silvery haired mali sighed. 
 

“You know you’re getting on a touch when you remember the real thing.”

[Franczhiz 4437]

Philip Hughes de Rosius stood with widened eyes as he read the script, he was absolutely amused by it and wanted to read more of this type of plays. "Now this is a tale that has to be told to the Orenian public. C'est un conte parfait! It has been a long time since I have attended a play, I will certainly come to the theatre to watch this one."

[Minuvas 3193]

"Wonderful play! My Patter'Magnir was alive during his reign, a dreadful time for history however. I wish I still had any of the journals he kept of the era..." Minuvas remarks, excited about the play.

[Malgonious 2758]

No mention of Baldur? :(  Commander of the Black Legion and the defense organizer of Johan?  RIP

 

 

[Marquesa_ 298]

“The Duke of Mardon was not Philip’s uncle — I am sure I would recall if I had a brother named Peter or not,” voiced the deceased Eleanore Theresa Horen, “So, that only means that Peter must have been Philip’s maternal uncle, making him the brother of his mother, Julia Adelheid?” the woman said with a brief laugh.

 

“Which means that the playwright is insinuating that Julia was in love with her brother, seeing as both she and ‘Peter’ petitioned her monarchical son, Emperor Philip, for permission to be wed, only to be denied.” she finished, shaking her head, “What a disgusting accusation to levy upon my sister-in-law; it would serve these modern tramps well to stay away from history, seeing as it is painfully evident that they do not excel in the study of said field. This ‘Peter’ character was not even named Peter, his name was Philip Louis, Duke of Mardon, and he was the son of my uncle, Prince Alexander Louis, and his Savoyardic wife, Aurelia de Bar.” the ancient princess finally finished with a grimace prior to marching off.
 

OOC: Repost since my last comment was suspiciously deleted without me even being consulted. Perhaps Casper the Friendly Ghost did it.