RESTITVTOR HVMANITAS | The Empire of Man

[amongus 816]

1 hour ago, rigorous said:

And then he died with a smile.

 

despite the establishment of a great imperium, felipe 'antonius tiberius nero' montalt mourns the loss of his nephew. "noooo"

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal Nerium sat in the priesthood's private balcony, legs dangling in a casual delight. From below, the declaration rang out. Not merely in that hall was it sung, it shivered through the walls, into the streets, through the fabric of time itself. A motion of the stars beautifully arrayed by GOD had aligned for the destined moment that would now and forever endure until the birth of the New Sun... 

 

EMPIRE...

EMPIRE...

EMPIRE!

"ALL HAIL THE EMPIRE!"

 

 

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

A goblin furrow's his brow "Wait, Empire of Man as in no Elves, Dwarves, Uruks & Adunians?"

 

"Or Empire of Man as in no women?"

 

 

Spoiler

Quips aside, EoM being back is quite nostalgic.
It was odd there wasn't one big human nation when I returned fro my 5-6 yrs long break like.. 2 yrs ago.
Interesting to see how this one will go. 👍

 

Edited May 25, 2025 by MrMojoMordor

[KidKrinkles 2043]

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Victor could hear the words of his lordship, Llewyn Glennmaer, ringing in his head.

 

It's not an Empire. It's like it, but, different. Trust me.

 

He stood in line, though, next to Hekate, and simply bore the brunt of the words that carried out from the Cathedral.

 

The cheers.

 

The cries of Imperium reinvigorated.

 

The chagrin of a true Adunian; that word--

 

Imperium.

 

Oren Aut Morem, though. Those words to came out like a tide, rebounding from the pews, to the vaulted cathedral ceilings, blasting against the wall the Pontiff had his back to, and out through the doors as if a bomb had gone off; a shockwave rippling through the bodies and souls of those now Imperial citizens.

 

It was enough to make the bowie sick.

 

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Later, Victor sat in his tent, and, balled up a paper. A request to be released from his oaths. He had written it thrice, and, changed his mind, thrice.

 

How long could he stand to be part of those raucous masses? How long could he maintain his composure, and wear that label, that veil; the shroud of Imperium.

 

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[Apotolofo 2204]

Hera stared at the missive in disbelief. She slowly placed it down, gazing out the window. She remembered the schism- she was but a child when it all happened, but it felt like yesterday. Even after over a century, it was fresh in her mind. 

 

She had watched the empire fall. She had watched as Balian grew, and so recently- watched it fall, too. And in the wake of humanity's bloodshed, so came the empire. 

 

Hera thanked the spirits she no longer lived as a human. 

[StingyParrot 1595]

"I'm shocked. Truly, I am." Arakawa runs a hand through his hair, then utters a short laugh. The proper truth was that he didn't exactly care what was happening outside of his nation, his purview. His last visit to Alba had been enough, he felt, for several decades more. Unless he wanted to pick a fight, which was unlikely.

[DizzyGrey 1229]

“No empire lasts forever. We see if this one stand ravages of Time, where others fell.” The High Priestess of Metztli’s shadow grows with her headache, worry for her people matching such.

[Ankan 2875]

"I wonder which side the Motherland will be forced to take in the civil war, which will inevitable break out in one or two human lifespans." Octavius Visaj mused to his compatriots in a dimlit room deep beneath Tahn'ibar.

[ratlordmagic 1484]

In the streets of a very much NOT subjugated Lotharia, Miroslaw Jazlowiecki took the opportunity to open a new bookkeeping scheme. "TAKING ALL BETS TO THE LENGTH OF TIME UNTIL AN IMPERIAL CIVIL WAR, TAKING ALL BETS!" He called out.

 

[MRCHENN 4741]

“Ave Imperium.” Says Father Drusco

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

Ser Arthur Marsyr read the news from the top of Angrenost, where he often retreated to think in quiet. The news in no way surprised him. This was only a confirmation of the trajectory he knew history was taking. So he had had plenty of time to think it over, plenty of time to grieve the old world he knew and to accept the new. 

"What would you think of this?" he asked as he peered up sparingly at the sun, into the window that howled and billowed through his hair.

Though he struggled to know who exactly he was asking. His father, the former warlord Uthyr and his mother Enide? Tomaz, whose people his Kingdom now ruled? Or perhaps God himself, whom in whose grace lay the bedrock upon which Burgandy and Idunia now rest upon.

 

But no matter who he asked, no matter what he thought, he intended to make the most of this new age of Empire. For Tereza, For his children, For the Numenedain, and For himself. 

He could at the very least, work to ensure Empire did not make a ruin of them all.

Edited May 26, 2025 by The Vulgate Cycle

[CasualNuker 1113]

Casimir Ulysses De Helenor sits in his barrack room within the Imperial Garrison as the news radiates from the Burgundian Court that the new EMPEROR OF MAN had been announced as his Imperial Majesty Tiberias I.. He'd then remark to friends in the Garrison.. "God Save the Emperor, One God, One Empire, One Emperor.."

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

 

The decrepit crypt beneath the winery of Belvitz lies covered in dust and cobwebs, abandoned by its chaos as the roaming madness of the world surrounds it. The silence of all, as a simple tattered poem is draped upon a stone coffin within the decaying hall. The scrawl of the Johannian clear as his last moments reflect upon the past - and what was to come
 

Spoiler

 

For the peaks of Alras do not shine compared to that of Godfrey,

 

His power, wrought with fire that scorches those unaware of their quandary.

 

A reflection upon the water, the dragon sings its very song

A croaking laughter - extinguished ever long.

 

For the slumber of Winter ensnares all it carries upon, the winds of frost that challenge against its heart.

 

It beats with dragonsflame, it stands tall with the blessing of GOD.

 

Yet for the grand existence of it spurs an era forth once more, one that will be shattered by its lingering threat.

 

For the Curse of Horen is not its short lived life of its very best - but of empires that bend and break to their own.

 

For the Black Dragon’s blood incites the faith of its progenitor, ensnared by its tainted cycle. 

 

For the mightiest that rise, will be tempted for its fall.

 

As the Sun rises, the moon itself balances in tandem. They twirl within the heavens as they reflect the change of night and day - but the stars when they align denote a certain call.

 

Beware the Red Star - for it shall speak of when the skies will open forth for the righteous and banish those wicked to sit upon the blood of the prophet.

 

The future is threaded by the weaving matron, its own loose ends tied with the formation of this tapestry of man. Shall one read its grand glory and know what comes next.

 

 

[Random 1690]

A Sorvian, wholly misunderstanding the situation, sent a letter to his good friend Argelion@Lennyto congratulate him on his father’s ascension to the Imperial Throne.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Castien worries how much longer he will have a place where he is. Still, though, he is trying to turn a new leaf. To be positive. Perhaps this will be a good thing. So long as he can continue on as he has been, he will be happy. If only that jester would stop breaking into his house-