THE LORD CHANCELLOR'S ADDRESS

[MRCHENN 4741]

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THE LORD CHANCELLOR'S ADDRESS

Delivered at the Providence Theater, 1869

Transcribed by Cornelius Derfey.

 

 

Men and women of Oren, I bequeath to you today, I stand with you, a mere civil servant. I was nothing before today, and I will be nothing afterward save a vessel by which all may vest themselves within. I will live for this country. I look out before you all and see so many different faces, yet so too do I see unity in each of you.

 

I look to my right, and I see an Ivanovich. A Raevir warrior, born a bastard, a man pledged fealty to this King to prove his birthright. I see pride. 

 

I look to my left, and see the Rivian. The farmer, the laborer, the worker. The man beholden to his family, to earn the coin that feeds his family. I see devotion.

 

Each and every one of us, we are people of different origins, but we are united in our cause. We are dreamers, men and women who have envisioned a promised kingdom. A kingdom dreamt for glory. We are many men, but we are one heart. Our legacy will be the incandescent sun of which the future of humanity will look to as their guiding light. The mantle of what will come tomorrow is not one that lies with one man, but as all for one united people.

 

We embark upon a new path together, a pilgrimage of progress that will build before our eyes this nation that we have forged. No more now will theatrics of old be played as pieces in some paltry political game. No more will such a game divide us. I ask this upon the precipice of formalizing my fledgling Ministries: work now in tandem with your neighbor as together we shape the very ground beneath your feet. Victory has brought change with it, and that change will become the foundation of this great Kingdom.

 

I have charged my council with a specific set of duties, but none other than to see our august Providence flourish. Our treasury blossoms with coin, coin that will be reinvigorated into each and every fledgling business that seeks to secure their own future. We will alleviate finances for those who seek to make change. Our diplomatic couriers roam these lands as we make treatises of compromise and reconciliation. Our Civil Affairs will be armed with a reformed office of Immigration like never before, as we integrate every Orenian into opportunities to craft their own future. Our Interior will construct the most grand keeps known since the Johannians, as they tear across the sky, while on the ground, our Inquisitors will deliver fair justice. They will know the Kingdom of Oren to be the promise of opportunity.

 

Nevertheless, even immersed within the prospects of such a glorious future, the past fought through must never be forgotten – for as long as each here shall live, never forget that this dream could be borne and become eternal. Here as I stand, the strife faced has dissipated; it has been scattered to the wind and been broken upon the shield of our pride, our courage, and gathered here, we will establish a renewed tradition for all to follow. 

 

Not since King Andrew Vydra have we entertained such a beloved and charismatic monarch as we do now, our great King Frederick. Not since centuries passed has there been such opportunity flowing unbound, or freedom unchained, our spirits unbroken.
 

We shall become giants within this reformed Kingdom of Man. It will be our shoulders they will stand on; all generations to come hereafter.

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His Royal Excellency, Conrad de Falstaff, Lord Chancellor to the Kingdom of Oren

[Chrothic 74]

Ben Jones let out a hearty laugh from the Puremont Sauna as he read over the transcript from the speech, his face busted and bloody,
"Truly a great Chancellor, and an even better boxer! BAHHAHAHAHA!"