A Glorious Revolution

[CharmingCavalier 2189]

 

A GLORIOUS REVOLUTION

 

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Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia crossing the River Petra c. 1849

 

The air was fraught with conflict in New Providence. Emperor Philip II sat in his palace among a citizenry gripped with confusion. But a few saint’s days earlier, Providence had been the scene of mass rioting and looting that had not only destroyed the homes of his people but what semblance of control he held over the Empire. Despite the new construction, a bustling people were held hostage by a man afflicted by madness.

 

Then, as the sun rose, two horses strode at the head of a column of men. With every moment, the line grew longer. And there, atop majestic steeds, sat Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia. Behind them stood a litany of Orenian and Savoyard nobles, armed men who bore the armor and flags of both states, and a handful of respectable burghers. Near them were many advisors, but none so instrumental as His Serene Highness, the Prince of Savoy, Olivier Renault.

 

As they stopped on the bridge, within sight of the imposing fortifications of New Providence, the massive gates creaked up. From those streets emerged bewildered citizens and the remnants of the Imperial State Army. Tensions rose among the assemblies as the red-clad guards approached the Philippian host. And then, like a gust of cool wind on a hot summer day, the last remaining captain in Providence surrendered the city to the rightful ruler, seeing the futility in serving the despotic and deranged Emperor within the walls.

 

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And so, on the 6th of Horen’s Calling, 1849, Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia crossed the River Petra and liberated the Holy Orenian Empire from the grasp of the ailing and demented Philip II.

 

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In what amounts to nothing less than a Glorious Revolution, the two walked through the streets, lined with celebrating denizens. Savoyards and Orenians alike accompanied the true sovereigns to the throne room, where they declared that humanity need not swelter in conflict any longer, instead striving to maintain a peaceful and amicable state among the descendants of Exalted Horen.

 

From the subsequent initial petitions arose the High Pontiff, Everard VI. He questioned if the dust had clouded the vision of who was the true Orenian Emperor and Philip responded, with authoritative boom, that the dust had settled and it was he who sat atop the throne, in sound mind and with sound body.

 

And so, that saint’s day, the Philippian multitude made their way to the Basilica of the Ascent of the Exalted Godfrey and saw our Emperor and Empress anointed and crowned with the blessing of the Church, His Holiness, and GOD almighty!

 

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With no Orenian blood spilled the powers of humanity, both Savoyard and Orenian proclaim their Empire restored to glory! From what was rotted shall emerge anew, with the blessings of GOD. But our work has just begun, and so we shall rally the faithful once more to secure our greatness!

 

A GLORIOUS REVOLUTION INDEED!

 

OREN AUT MORTEM!

 

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[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph d'Azor furled up his maps as he finally hung up his armor following a month of absolute chaos and destruction. Looking about the darkened halls of Azor he stepped into his study within the library as he sat himself at his desk. Paperwork to stow, plans to file. The man paused as silence filled the room almost deafeningly. He looked up towards the painting of his mother above the desk as he laid his pen upon the red covering, blinking within the candlelight he spoke softly. "I tore down an Empire, I led the liberation with my old friends and brought the Duke and Duchess of Furnestock to the throne...." His voice trailed off as he looked down at his hands who had done so much in recent days. "I tore down an Empire and built one anew in its place for all Mankind...." 

The man drew his gaze to the painting of the late Viscountess Juliana Rosalinde as he spoke.

"I hope you are proud of me Mother..." 

 

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[Eryane 3698]

"Oren Aut Mortem," Empress Anastasia said whilst learning the roads of the new city. 

[Minuvas 3193]

Minuvas would not remember this revolution as glorious, as the Valah authors of history seemed to have captured it. Perhaps the commoners were fooled by prophecy, but Minuvas had now advised four Emperor's and seen the same dog and pony show with each ascendancy. He understood, of course, that mythos was important to any ruler.

He would recall the mysterious death of the Crown-Prince Philip Aurelian, the loss of Princess Augusta - the palpable fear emanating from the Augustine Palace - with him trying desperately to keep the Government from collapsing.

However, it did happen. He would sign the lorraine that day and when interrupted by an attendant that day "Your Imperial Excellency did you see this publication on the 'glorious revolution?'"

He would say "Ah, yes....quite glorious. This looks like the penmanship of Sir Penton, do we know who wrote it?"

"It is unsigned, Your Imperial Excellency"

"Well GOD save the Emperor, yes?"

 

[veganwalmart 1059]

The Baroness Carrington grinned. “Ave Orenia and ave Philip the Great.” She said as she finished the missive, handing it to her husband. 

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[Quantumatics 549]

Edmond of Sava watched from the bannerments of the city as the Emperor had made his way within, arms folding over his chest with his fellow Hexers in tow.

 

"So history is born..."

[Guest]

Dima Ivanovich smiled.

 

 

[HeyitsNano 1582]

Elijah prayed for Philip III and Anastasia during his daily prayers in the basilica. 

[Franczhiz 4437]

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The young Joseph Clement de Sarkozy smiled as he took a hold of the missive. "I met them as Uncle and Aunt in the Principality of Savoy - and now they sit upon the throne of our forebears. The ancestors of House Sarkozic smile upon such from the Seven Skies; of that I am certain! Long live His Imperial Majesty Philip the Great and Long live Her Imperial Majesty Empress Anastasia!" He then continued to practice for his squirehood.

[Marilyn Monroe 362]

Louise Antoinette shook in her palatial chambers, fearing her death as she heard the mob storm the palace.

[sergisala 3451]

Sir Charles Galbraith nodded at the proclamation "Rally the faithful! Rally the faithful! God save Their Imperial Majesties the Holy Orenian Emperors!"

[LithiumSedai 5750]

The Landgrave of Alstreim pondered the paper atop his wargame board.

 

"Regardless of what one might think about the circumstances... That's one illustration for the history books."

 

 

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

The Dowager-Duchess of Adria sat within the confines of Woldzmir, enjoying the warmth of the nearby hearth whilst her daughter Josephine attended to some needlework. The proclamation was delivered by a page, though the princess only read it briefly before tossing it aside with scoff. "How glorious...they cannot even mourn the death of my husband, his father. Their eagerness in light of murder will be their undoing, Josephine, mark me this day. How quickly these men and women forget particular details regarding the past."

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Elsewhere, in the castle courtyard, Princess Julia Amadea sat upon the pavement, a jarred mushroomman resting in her lap. She observed it keenly, hoping someday it might bow to her as it's master. For now, though, she was content to keep her dear Berry company, pleased her mother had allowed her to accept her aunt's unique gift.

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1 hour ago, MunaZaldrizoti said:

The Dowager-Duchess of Adria sat within the confines of Woldzmir, enjoying the warmth of the nearby hearth whilst her daughter Josephine attended to some needlework. The proclamation was delivered by a page, though the princess only read it briefly before tossing it aside with scoff. "How glorious...they cannot even mourn the death of my husband, his father. Their eagerness in light of murder will be their undoing, Josephine, mark me this day. How quickly these men and women forget particular details regarding the past."

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Elsewhere, in the castle courtyard, Princess Julia Amadea sat upon the pavement, a jarred mushroomman resting in her lap. She observed it keenly, hoping someday it might bow to her as it's master. For now, though, she was content to keep her dear Berry company, pleased her mother had allowed her to accept her aunt's unique gift.

 

Cato remarked some place, "And the others who disturb the Peace shall die as well."

 

 

[KaiserJacobII 1456]

Michael O'Rourke was tentative at first. "W'at 'bout Philip II?" He asked upon hearing the news that the new Emperor, Philip III, would arrive soon. He joined his red-coated brothers as they crossed the bridge, and met the Savoyard and Philippian host.

 

The banner-bearing Michael broke formation and stood before the two sides, confusion weighing upon his heart and loyalties. He flicked his green gaze between the two armies, and his banner danced in the early morning light. Then, suddenly he was dragged to the side of the young claimant, and he was caught up in the romance and excitement of the Glorious Revolution.

 

Next thing he knows, he's standing in front of the throne, declaring "Behold, yer Emperor!"