Jump to content

INTERREGNUM VOL. III: THE BROTHERS' WAR

 Share


Xarkly

Recommended Posts

Spoiler

 


File:Robert Scott Duncanson - Man Fishing - Google Art Project.jpg -  Wikimedia Commons
 

Each morning, just before the mist lifted from the lake, the old man would cast his line into the still water. Beside him, a young child sat barefoot on the damp stones, her sleeves rolled and hair tied back with twine. She mimicked his every move, silent, steady, and watchful.

One morning, they caught a king mackerel larger than any eye had ever seen. The girl held it up, laughing softly. The weathered man took it from her hands before casting it back into the loch without a word.

“Why not keep it?” inquired the young girl.

With the old man replying, “What’s the use of feasting, when our hunger was never in the belly?”

The girl didn’t laugh then. She just looked out over the water, her eyes steady gazing upon the rising sun.

And so they returned, day after day, father and daughter, king and princess to no one but the lake. Where names were not spoken, and crowns were left where they belonged– at the bottom, with the rest of the past.

@Axelu

Spoiler

This is a great post xarkly! Was a bit of a memory lane for me, its so crazy how its almost been four years since the brothers war. When @Nectoristtold me you were doing this I was so excited to see this part. 

I cant wait to see @M1919smoke the royalist pack in the next episode 😎

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

This may contain: a painting of a woman with her eyes closed and the words'huelle victoria'above her head

⋅────────────⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰────────────⋅

 

Sunlight bled into the corners of New Providence, gilding terracotta walls and crowning stone towers, only to spill upon the square below - where the dead lay heaped in mounds that rose to a Hou-zi’s shoulders. It was not a sight the bards would sing about. The air was foul, the stench unbearable, and in Victoria’s hollow stomach churned a sickness deeper than any hunger she had felt before. Her blade still wept with the lifeblood of those she had once called companions - of Erik Othaman, her mentor, her guide.
 

From the shadowed doors of the Novellen Tavern, her squire emerged - armor untarnished, gleaming as though the world had not yet touched him, untested, unscarred, unbroken.
 

“Did we do it? Did we win?”
 

Her reply came soft, not crowned with triumph, but steeped in the quiet weight of loss.

“No,” whispered the Once-Princess, her gaze not upon the ruin below, but lifted to a lone gull from Henry's Wharf, wheeling far above, its pale wings cleaving the heavens as though the sky itself longed to turn away from what had been wrought.

 

The boy’s eyes wandered through the carnage, and at last they fixed upon the captive Emperor.

“But Peter lies in chains,” he said, voice catching. “And his commanders - dead.”
 

Victoria’s vision drifted from the gull and fell upon her squire. She raised her hand, laying it gently upon his shoulder - an anchor, or perhaps a farewell.
 

“If victory looks like this,” she murmured, “may you never live to see what defeat becomes.”

 

⋅────────────⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰────────────⋅

 

Spoiler

Lovely post, Xarkly. These were crazy times and it's great to see a roleplay recounting of them. You're giving Nect a run for his money.

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Spoiler

excellent as always

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

A small note would find itself to the historian. Attached with it, were a few excerpts of the Lord Chancellor and Baron of Guise: Conrad Armande de Falstaff. It is published posthumously, but undated, however it roughly is attributed to a few years after the fall of the Kingdom. It is addressed to one 'Arabella of Providence'.

 

 


 

"A powerful regime, one that sacrifices the liberty of extreme centralization for the prosperity of its landlords, levies, and development of its provincial culture, is no short of historically significant. No other Kingdom, not even Haense, had dared to do so, for a century, until Frederick. Nonetheless, inevitably, as powerful as its ascension, it has met an equivalent end.

 

Historians wonder what legislative changes Philip and Anastasia would have brought to the realm had their reign not been characterized by warfare and excommunication. I say: look to our government! Look to our Adriatic Court, and the bustling economy of Vienne. The Balianese and Haeseni politicians said that our Kingdom would never recover from a civil war. And yet, the counts of our census, I dare say, even exceeded in activity than the latter reign of the Emperor and Empress whom preceded us.

 

To this day, I wished I had spoken out against a few of Frederick's last actions, but our Kingdom, however short-lived it was, was a glimpse of what could have been.

 

This trend is representative of shifts in culture and will mark great chapters in the annals of Man. Men will build great kingdoms, and there will be those who rise to topple them. Nor is this something to be treated inconsequential. The mere fact that the actions and consequences of Orenian history, as a polity, had as much moderation on the outcomes of the realm, forcing other nations to merely follow suit, is a testament to its significance.

 

The Orenian spirit, when it rises and even falls, will always be triumphant in history over the stagnancy of which your foreign critics comment inwards, for they have none else to build. Men will remember Philip and Manfred. They will remember Frederick and Conrad. They will remember Gustaf and Hadrian. But they will not remember the men who sat in their chairs from the North who sought to spit from afar, or the men in the desert who pretended to be Imperial.

 

The Rt. Hon. Baron of Guise and Lord Chancellor,

 

Conrad."

Link to post
Share on other sites

Enwrapped in crisp winter air on a balcony in Grense, Rothwin Aldor shakes his head as his eyes cross the final lines, clearly already hungry for the next volume.

 

“Masterfully written.”

Link to post
Share on other sites

The author wrote well, remarked Minuvas. "Yet somehow, the author failed to account for the actions of Orens largest vassal, not Mannfred and his farmlands which neighbored mine, but the Imperial levy raised under the banner of the Princeps of Ebonwood.

 

The author should note that the Imperial Princedom and it's levy of over 1800 Soldiers was rallied to the Loyalist cause after learning of Royalist intent to purge Elves from the Empire. This levy, and it's critical arrival to the Loyalists, was stymied by Elvenesse - which sent out assassin's to kill the Imperial Prince, the former ArchChancellor Melphestaus at the head of this Army. Debilitating the Prince and ambushing the Army, Elvenesse managed to contribute to the defeat of Loyalist forces. Despite the rumors, King Frederick did not bother to destroy the Principality of Ebonwood nor place it into abeyance. The Imperial Elves were left leaderless and scattered at this time. I do wish these authors did not forget the contributions of the entirety of the Empire and it's citizens, I was there at the death of both the Empress Anastasia and Philip, practically clutching their hands before they departed this world...and I knew both their sons when they were babes.

 

The matter of who was supposed to succeed Anastasia and Phillip was a settled matter from a legal standpoint. Their wishes were made clear on their death beds. I would be obliged to answer the question would the author ever offer to sit for an interview to clear the record. For it is an answer that deserves face to face attention. 

 

I hope that in the future records the author shall not forget the 8th Empires largest and wealthiest vassal. A legacy of Imperial Even loyalty which has its roots since the time or Godfrey and Johannesberg. 

 

 

Link to post
Share on other sites

 Share

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...