THE MANDATE OF HEAVEN

[argonian 12836]

"Guess we're Orenian now," the aging Barclay mumbles to himself in his Freimarkish bachelor pad.

[Kholibrii 978]

Anne Josephine remained within the Southern Principality as she waited for the Sunholdt carriage to make the long journey back, stuck away from the Empire for days. During the free time in Savoy the young d'Arkent bugged her Pruvian cousins!

[Quantumatics 547]

"So the tides of Empire shift," remarked the Hexer, Edmond of Sava, as he watched the ongoings from within the Savoyard court.

[Asutto 1947]

"They've lost their homes Vic..."

"And Papa's going to help rebuild them?" Victoria looked up with hopeful eyes towards her sister as they conversed after the Court session.

"Yes. He's going to help them all." 

[Songwitch 1438]

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[Hephaestus 1317]

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THE smart from the halcyon pods of the Southern wastes had bred dewdrops and anguish in the waxing, olive-tinted eyes of one Banardian scholar. With laboured, but boyish enthusiasm, he wrenched gilt hooks and festoons, and many a piercing, from his features. He kneaded tallow and pomade into his lineaments, from which he structured faux living and appendages  — taking sight of the Savoyard vista strelt which stretched out before him. He had relished this steppe.

 

HE had since relegated the curios procured from his sinews and pompous countenance to a bondslave rightward his flank, all the while juddering in gingerly glossolalia and babbles of all sorts:

 

"Ready the goats and litter-chair. Tonight, we consort with desertmen." @Proddy

 

AWAKEN, MIHYAAR.

 

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[Benjikhei 696]

III. LO SCISMATICO

 

A foreign man, imperial and virtuous catches wind of these tidings eventually from within the reconstituted ruby walls of the orenian capital. This news did not fall on deaf ears, the contrary in fact as the Illatian quirked a brow at such- in fact going so far as to press other passerby folk for further clarification on this- "What can'a you tell me about this?" - 

I - - - I

He searches and searches for news of the man who disappeared, the man who was about his age and the man who'd recently returned. A man, a myth and legend. Sending birds and letters frantically to gain more news on this subject, pacing back and forth in his own estate nervously smoking tobacco by the packets and gulping down glasses of wine after another. . . "A curse upon whoever spreads rumours or lies, in this day and age." - "I must know the truth."

I - - - I
 

Finally, the news returns and the rumours are confirmed as he receives the mandate for himself to gaze upon, witnessing these calls for change and these whispers of revolution, nay- war. And he'd allow himself a curious grin to stretch across his visage, finishing his last cigar of the day as he fetched his finest ink and quills to begin penning correspondence throughout that saint's night "Let us finally meet then, and perhaps there's a chance yet to secure the future." 

 

 

 

                                             

[Proddy 2242]

 

That bejewelled, bedazzled Prince Louis of Drusco prepares his finer armaments of war - swords and arbalests all provided to him handily by his higher status and world in this bedevilling game of life. Turning to the mirror, the Duke gazes upon his own crooked reflection, adorned in ebony Ashford armour where the golden sun of Savoy glistens at his chest.

 

"Humanity falls to peril and the world turns to chaos. Such rampant and disgusting sin, death and flames will scourge the earth just as it has so many times before. I will bask in glory and triumph through every moment of it. Long live Philip III. Awaken Mihyaar."

 

Claiming his winged helm, he pushes it beneath his arm and paces out from his chambers. A new mission had begun.

[esterhase 164]

"An odd time to want to be an Orenian, maybe they've got the same vices as those revealed about the current emperor." Considered Nudge Neatenthorpe as he milked his cow.

[Valannor 6344]

A Leal Wyrmstalker, beholden to Order, would gaze upon such circumstances; for as finger graced the parchment and lofted it to the light, she would mutter some scant few words in praise of the proclamation - and golden eyes read silver lining. 

 

"You can sit upon a throne, but that does ne make one an emperor most just... Shall we see what fate has in store for the next holder of the scepter, my kindred?"

 

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[MRCHENN 3663]

 

“The golden Age of Heroes dawns upon this daybreak. Is this not our cause? Rejoice in its wake - for its taste rests upon the brink of your  taste. It is coming, and when it does, we will have our pace of mind.” A figure drawls, transforming into a chortle - grin smeared upon his face. “We will protect this Age.”

 

”We have been preached to embrace Ruin. What is it if not Re-order?”

 

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Meanwhile, a youthful Ashford rejoices, yet seeks insight for his conflicted views from the Prince of Savoy.

 

@Milenkhov @Lionbileti

[Jentos 6813]

"Kings are never wrong. They demand the World be mistaken." One wandering monastic murmured to himself.

[Narthok 9213]

 

Father Paul heads to the Peach Garden to make a sacred oath with his two brothers not in blood but in spirit

[hotbox_monk 955]

A son of Sola would ruminate on this matter within his forlorn cottage within the lands of Savoy.  He would take to the side of this Philip who lay claim to the seat most high.  “The Weak Should Fear The Strong.”  He said to himself whilst he prepared for travel to San Luciano.  Such words hadn’t been spoken since the days of Dour Watch. 

[Narthok 9213]

31 minutes ago, esterhase said:

"An odd time to want to be an Orenian, maybe they've got the same vices as those revealed about the current emperor." Considered Nudge Neatenthorpe as he milked his cow.

Sir please stop being homophobic Father Paul would intone smacking the man with his Crozier before returning to his labours