Silence

[Sultan 3953]

James Littlespear, a young man that was just made Knight of the Dragons Guard the Emperors own personal guards, rush's threw the corridors of the Palace, a look of fear and terror on his face from what he has seen puzzled and amazed, reaching the office he barges in from fear breaking a code of respect, but at the moment all thought and sense has gone from his mind, from the scene that he has witnessed. He looks towards the Knight commanders face, as his lips shiver and his eyes seem to be white filled with fear and concern.

The Knight Commander was first angered by the act, but as he saw the young Knights face he knew a great ill has occurred, the Knight Commander speaks in a demanding voice ''What is it lad, speak!'' the Knight looks to the ground unable to speak as the Knight Commander repeats himself, ''You were on personal guard duty with the Emperor in-court what, what is it!'', the young Knight lifts his head and speaks shivering and voice his voice filled with fear and concern ''T..he.. Em...p..ero..r he..he..'' he lowers his face as tears fill his eyes, the Knight Commander eyes widen ''HE WHAT BOY!'', the Knight snaps out of it ''He.. stopped speaking and....moving..'', The Knight Commander falls to the chair he was sat on and puts his head onto his hand ''God have mercy on the Emperor soul and may he rest in-'' as the Knight interrupts him by saying ''No!, he hasn't left us..'', the Knight Commander raises his head in shock ''Then what...'' the Knight shakes his head and says ''I dont.. know Ser.. come see for yerself...''.

Knight Commander Aalzan strides threw the palace reaching the court as he sees many of the court nobles, and officials gathered around the throne but a few meters away from it in circle, he push's his way threw them and sees the Holy Emperor, sitting on his throne, his hands clenched onto the thrones sidearms his eyes open facing straight forward, he hears some of nobles trying to speak to the Emperor but to no use, he dose not reply nor look nor blink, but he is of the living. Aalzan walks forward to reach the Emperor throne but he is pushed back by a force of unknown nature.

A Young official by the name of William, places his hand on Alazan shoulder ''There is no use, no one can reach the throne and the Emperor seems as if he is made of stone.''. Alazan seems confused, as he calls a couple of Knights and sends them off in the Palace to call the Emperors family, the first to arrive is Richard, followed by Horen and William and Henry together, they seem baffled at the cause as he was.

As the men of the court were discussing the matter, a number of Clergy men walk in the court, carrying there incenses and godly materials, and start to sing the a Hyme. The Nobles and court attend-ice and Knights look towards them as they enter, ArchBishop Boindle seems to be leading them, Henry follows to his knees towards his father, and starts to sing the Hyme with them, Richard looks towards Henry and asks ''What is it lad..'', Henry looks up being taught in the priestly ways and a soon becoming clergy man speaks ''Uncle it is a prophesy foretold in our holy books.. ''He the one shall fall silent and thou shall pray for his comenth, for he is so the Light of day and so the light of night, once more the evils darkness looms and so he shall cometh once more awoken leading thy into thine lighth once more.'' Richards eyes widen as he makes the symbol of the holy faith and says in hushed voice ''We pray thee have mercy on our souls..''

As the noble leave the room and Knights, the Clergy start to make a circle around the throne and start to pray and Hyme for the Holy Emperor return. Only one other stands by them near the Emperors throne stands Knight Commander Lion, in his full adorned armor, vowing silence and not to move only to defend Emperor and himself, although the Emperor can not be harmed as he is protected, and so he shall remain there until the Emperor is awakened

[Anore 2015]

The Butler sits in his Kitchen, he has not left in days. The Carpets are cleaned, the windows, waxed. The wine has been organized alphabetically, All of his daily chores have been completed, a month in advance. He finally relaxes, he pulls a book from his shelf, and decides to read.

Days pass, not an order from the Emperor, he thinks to himself 'This is the Life' as he receives his daily payment of Twenty Thousand Minas.

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Sits on his horses walking about the city at a slow pace, hands grip the the leather straps tightly as he looks upon his people working in town, preparing for the new church he is dedicating towards his uncle Godfrey.*

*Walking down the stone steps from the palace he over looks the flat ground for the church with a look of hope in his eye that his Uncle will like such a master piece. A grim looking page boy comes to him with his head hung low and a shoulders falling slightly. Lancel holds his horse with a gentle tug and pulls out a handful of oats from a side bag then feeds it to the horse petting its mane. He looks down upon the boy and speaks in a gently tone*

"What news have you brought me page? You do not have a favorable look upon your face a Salvian should always have, we are blessed with these fertile lands." *Pulls up his visor after speaking and looks down at the boy with his deep green eyes*

*The page boy mumbles slightly, seemingly shocked by the news that rests on his tongue* "S-sire.. I bring news that makes our soul ill. Our Emperor, the great Imperial Majesty has fallen ill. He is unresponsive and does not listen to anyone. No one knows what is wrong with him, the clergy have not been able to bring him back from his state. I have heard reports he has not been kill, sire."

*Lancels face holds a moment of shock upon listening to the words that has been said before him. He does not dare speak a word for fear his voice will fail him for a long while. After his own silence he speaks to the boy as calmly as I can.* "Prepare a light guard.. we leave on the morrow to see my uncle. Even though the bastard boy is a fool and will start something even with his father ill I must see him. If we tries something he will be disgracing gods own placement upon the throne."

*The page looks up gently* "I have heard reports he has not even showed up like the rest of brothers have to see his father Sire."

*Lancel spits on the ground in disgust* "The damned bastard claims me speaking ill of Godfrey and won't even visit him when he could very well die. May that man burn in hell but let us prepare anyways. I miss my uncle I have not seen him in awhile and wish to be by his side when he recovers, I will not let him die."

*The page sprints off to the barracks, and Lancel takes a faster trot towards the palace to prepare for the departure. A sad look upon his face.*

[The Lion 736]

Lion stands breathing silently, taking only ten second breaks to quickly ingest food and drink. He looks out towards the door with his type xviiib drawn and his shield ready in a fighting position ready to spill blood for the Great and Grand Emperor should anyone approach with ill intent.

[Tsuyose 3285]

Adorellan and his two Squire's stand by the door, Adorellan's greatsword 'Night's Edge' unsheathed and pointing down on the floor. He stand's waiting for any man to attack.

[Sultan 3953]

As Lancel walks into the Throne, room he sees Standing Horen, and beside him stands The Count his close friend, talking to each other.

[Nummy 413]

Emmeline walks into the throne room with a small bundle under her arm, she looks upon the face of the great Emperor and curtsies despite his unresponsiveness. Putting on a smile she lays the bundle of food and water behind her husband's feet and steps up, whispering something in his ear. Emmeline steps back and forces a smile before walking out of the keep.

[Jorgen Reimer 74]

As Lancel walks into the Throne, room he sees Standing Horen, and beside him stands The Count his close friend, talking to each other.

*De count Georges seigneur de Lorraine-Lillebonne, his face held a particular white albinones to it, uncertain if it was due to powder or it was the normal color of his skin. He had dressed himself in his formal black outfit, coated with gold and blue saphires.*

Holy imperial sun prince! *Georges said, while he bowed.*

It is not neccesary for titles George.

It is in acordance, I am in a deep greif due to your fathers condition. Georges said in a calm, and quiet voice, with few to no emotions comming from his face or his mouth.

Their gazes were upon the royal imperial crown jewels, the symbol of the sun emperors might. Though it was truely the god within the man, which held the true status and power of the realm. The jewels held meager symbolic value, more for a estatic appraoch to the emperor.

The scepter in the right hand, this world it rules.

The reliquim in the left hand, the carrier of the faith, its protector and its first.

The crown, the divine crown, the tool used to appoint gods, representive of Asuolon and what lies beyond.

The crown was still on the sun emperors head. The scepter and the reliquim were to the side, on a small table, in the royal purple cloth the scepter and reliquim stod.

I know this is hard for you, but it seems that god has chosen this moment.

But my father is not dead!

I know, and may he recover swiftly! But we can not wait, the realm depents on the sun emperor. He requires a regent, we all know that. We all know the obvious choice would be you. But we know there are others who may seek to regent the sun emperor. Ambetious men and women who will exploit the situation!

I will hear no more of it!

But my holy imperial prince! Goerges said, as Horen ascended to his querters, it was obvious that Georges was not allowed to follow.

Georges gaze bestowed upon the crown jewels. He knew they were meager gold and saphires, but in the hand of sun emperor..... or his regent. It could change the tide, especialy due to the war with dwarven ones.

Georges took his leave from the court, to ease his mind in wine and the smell of flowers.

[Redbaron™ 690]

Looks at Horen, whom he has yet to speak to in his life, looking around for a better option to stand he sees none in sight, he goes to stands beside Horen instead of being alone, not speaking a word only looking at his uncle with saddened eyes.

[NiC201 (Aeries) 76]

Aeries chuckles maliciously, pacing past the door, trying to test the patients of others and put some on edge.

[Scipp3r 451]

Enters the room slowly and looks to his spot on the left of Godfrey, then his head turns to Lord Therving's spot. He sighs and focuses on Godfrey. He worries for his condition and stands close to the throne letting the clergy pass through. He bows his head and looks slightly sad. He knows if the Emperor doesn't make it.. Horen will be crowned. Patrick shudders at the thought.

[ImpinAintEZ 442]

Edward begins to climb the steps that lead up to the Throne Room. Once he reaches the top, he peers into the quite room to see the Emperor as cold as a statue upon his throne. A solemn sigh is released from Edwards chest as he closes his eyes and thinks, "God save us."

He knows what will happen if Godfrey dies. The throne will be past to the eldest son, being Horen. "This can't happen. Godfrey is the only honorable one in the Horen family. If he dies... the Empire will be reduced to dust," Edward thinks.

Edward looks over to Horen and thinks of the rest of the son's of Godfrey. "Why did my father have to give up the throne? There would at least be a decent line of heirs for the throne." He shakes his head slightly and frowns as he turns to leave.

[Sultan 3953]

Horen slowly turn his whole body and

faces.''P..rince..L...ancel...Hi..gh..To..wer.. Hail..'' He says in hushed but, harsh tone. He stood there with a full plate of Black Armor, on his shoulders over the plate he wore black fur, connected to his long black cape that flowed onto the floor, a boy held his helm behind him.

Horen tilts his head to the right then to the left ''Thee shall be wise not..'', he turns and looks towards his father and then turns suddenly and quickly back to Lancel ''Should, not..'' he repeats ''Conspire.. with heretics.. against thy Emperor...'' he moves his two plated hands, as his cape falls forward, hiding his hands and whole body under it. ''Prince Lancel...Hi...gh...t..o..wer..'', he looks at him his eyes unrelenting ''Very.. unwise to have such company thee may have....known not of there.. heresy.. emm?''

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Ser Belyn, the Royal Knight stands by Horen IV, hand on his sword, he whispers to him

"Your Imperial Higness Horen IV"

He turns and kneels before Horen IV

"I bring grave news, about your brother Alexander Horen.."

He takes a shuddering breath, and removes his winged helm

"Your beloved brother has passed on. He hung himself in the Cathederal, but as the rope snapped, his head ragdolled, and cracked on the stone."

"He lived for some time after, but not long. The clerics did all they could, but nobody seemed to notice as everyone prepared for Richard anc Catherine's wedding."

"Alexander spoke of how he was going to Hell, starting there, and going to march on Heaven, and rip open the gates of Heaven for her, and to claim it for the Horen family"

"I must finish my task of telling the family, and then continue with him."

"He has trusted me with Pruvia until Patrick, his son, had grown."

"Alexander also wished that you raise his son, in his absence so that he might learn the family ways under you"

Ser Belyn rises, he donning his helm, glancing at the Emperor, he says a short prayer, then hands Horen IV a scroll, wrapped with red ribbon ( http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/67843-of-birth-and-death/ )

"This is his will. I am sorry for bringing you this grave news in this dark time, Your Imperial Highness"

He turns and walks out, his steps resonating on the stone hauntingly as the room went silent

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Looks at Horen slightly before looking to the Emperors stone looking position*

"You think I plot against my own blood? I've had many claims of this from your late brother as well. Why do all Horens think this? I've done nothing but help my imperial majesty, took the blunt of the attacks from Flay because I was the only one brave enough to fight him and the other families hid, found out two rebellions so far. The first words you speak to me are words of hate cousin."

*Shifts his eyes around Godfrey, watching him carefully, looking for any signs of movement from him. His purple cloth moves like liquid as he shifts his shoulders slighty. Golden plate on his breast clinks when the metal touches*