The Final Speech.

[Sultan 3953]

 

 

The Emperor rose from his sick bed, he looked over to a scribe.. ''I shall speak to my people, all of my people from every class and sect..'' The scribe nods as he runs out whispering in the ear of the Imperial Herald, the Emperor herald commands the Guards to light the beacon of Abersi and to ring the bells of the church the guards do so calling all people of the Empire to the Capital  After a few days, as more and more people come into the city, the crowd outside the Palace is growing large, Godfrey slowly steps out of the balcony looking down at his people his face shines bright. He looks at the faces, peasants, merchants craftsmen nobles soldiers, all of Oren mayhap is here. 

 

He breaths in before speaking in a loud booming voice.

 

 

''Apologies, Apologies O Leader of the faithful.

Apologies for bringing back dignity to a race that, became used to humiliation.

Apologies because you achieved victory for a nation that became used to defeat.

Apologies O' Godfrey. Apologies for offering three of your sons as martyrs and for not keeping them safe in luxury.

Apologies for accomplishing the un-accomplishable. For uniting our land and protecting our honour.

Apologies for achieving unity in Auslon, in two years. By defeating the enemy that whole of mankind sink so low for generations.

Apologies O' Godfrey for not leaving our prisoners in enemy jails. Apologies O' Godfrey for defending our women and children from races that used to rape and pillage us.

Apologies for standing in the face of sedition. Apologies O' Godfrey for never being tolerant of impunity.

Apologies. Apologies your Majesty O' Godfrey Of Oren O' Leader of Victory. Apologies for raising the head of Mankind so high.

Apologies for returning the dignity, honor and pride of this race, Apologies O Leader of the Faithful.''

 

He takes another deep breath looking at the people once more he then speaks again.

 

''You today do you know who your leaders are and who you are? They are the descendants of Horen, of Edgar, of Owyn of Daniel, And of Richard, The family of The first, Divine and the sons of the faithful Companions of the Divines.

 

You are a people who have faith such as no one else on the face of this land. And you who has chosen open warfare against  this people that pride themselves on their history, civilization and culture and possess the material resources and The capacity, the expertise, the knowledge, the coolness, the initiative, the determination, the steadfastness and the bravery. You shall never succeeded, our people have become one that can not be disregarded one that can not be ever defeated one that shall never kneel to foreign race or creed.

 

You have become the beacon of civilization, learning, commerce and host mighty army that can not be defeated. Race do not so easily demand of us nor do they pillage, rape, kill and destroy us no no more for we are united and when we are united and our faith in the one true God is strong we are invincible!

For what you are today I shall never apologies!

But today my task here is over the Creator is calling me to his side soon the Angels shall come and take me to him to sit by his Throne and watch over you, my will shall be here with you my light shall be within your souls, and one day mayhap the Almighty in his wisdom might allow me to come back and guide you once more.

But now he has give another task to the one that is named after the first Divine my son and heir, for he shall lead on and he shall make strong what I have laid foundation to. What you were to me you are now to him. Farewell my people.''

 

He smiles down at them before walking back into the palace the curtness of the balcony close behind him. 

 

 

[Stevie 1598]

 

The crowd was silent. The occasional sobs are heard from the onlookers as they watch their Emperor give his last farewell. A melancholy mood falls over everyone, but as saddened as the people may be, the “ceremony” of the passing of an Emperor must continue.

There stood Thomas Chivay, in the hall of the palace, leaning against the wall with a slumped posture. He had heard the speech, but his face was straight and cold. He was deeply saddened, and this stone-cold face showed it. He bowed his head as he mumbled a short prayer, and with it traced the sign of the lorraine cross over his body. In his hand he held a baton; a symbol of his office and position as Grand Marshal. It was this baton that held him in service to his Emperor, and it was this baton that must now be replaced, just as his Emperor had been. He pushes himself off the wall with a resounding sigh and turns to the doors of the palace, clutching the baton tightly in his hand and striding forward. He wore his ceremonial tabard of the Grand Marshal, one used for certainly special occasions. It was pristine and well-kept, hardly ever used. He adjusted the bottom of the tabard now as he stepped outside into the sun, squinting in reaction to the partially blinding light of the day. After a moment of dilation with his eyes, he focuses in on the two approaching councilors, letting out another deep sigh as he grips the baton with both hands now, clearing his throat with his famous series of grunts. With a nod of his head to each of them he speaks, “Gentlemen... the Emperor ‘as ascended; you are free from ‘is service...”. The Marshal took his baton and presented it before himself, easily snapping it and allowing its pieces to fall from his grasp and clatter onto the ground before him, a piece tumbling down the stairs leading up to the palace. From his tabard belt, he would retrieve a new baton and speak once more, “Gentlemen, the Emperor lives, an’ gives you yer posts.”

A solemn nod from the Marshal signifies the end of his part of the formality. The bearded marshal turns about on a heel and walks off, entering the palace once more and returning to his former position at the wall. He would give no speech today. It was not his place.

 

And so the Chivay slumped with a sigh, as he has always done. A bow of his head cracked some joints in his neck as he speaks to himself, “By the grace of the Saint Owyn an’ our most revered Creator, we live on.”

[Braxis 813]

The Grand Knight Uthor Silverblade slowly walks the steps to the palace, he holds with him his baton of office of the Grand Knight, he walks near the entrance of the palace into plain sight. with much of the crowd that has gathered watching him, his face is unreadable of any true emotions, his mind already tearing itself apart from the news that the Grand Marshal Thomas has told the crowd , he  stops  when he is in  sight of the people  and nobles in the crowd.  Uthor Silverblade then goes  to raise his baton  down onto the ground then goes to stomp it into the ground, then he listens to the shatter  of the baton against his boot , he then  shouts  in his light northern accent.   

 

“Good people of our Glorious and Holy Oren Empire,  Long Live the Emperor Horen the Fifth!”

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

The Lord High Sheriff Shas’O Kais Ishikawa slowly walks up the palace steps, he holds with him his baton of office, he walks past the many Knights,Soldiers and nobles, he finish’s going up the steps and goes into plain sight standing next to Thomas and any others who may be up the steps, his face is that of a saddened look as he has heard the terrible news, he stops when he is in sight of the people and nobles in the crowd. Shas’O Kais Ishikawa then raises his baton down onto the ground breaking it in the process, he then begins to speak his strange accent booming across the area

“Good people of the Holy Oren Empire, our beloved Emperor has ascended to the Creator, Long Live the Emperor Horen the Fifth”

Shas’O Kais then looks to the distance to see his great friend and liege be lifted up to heaven by two angels to finally meet the creator, he see’s the creator bringing his hand down out of the clouds to greet Godfrey in his ascension

[Jay Lenos 384]

*a single tear fall down his cheek

[3andD 1722]

[Tee-Tree 22]

(( You cant die... I promised to RP fight you once I came to power, And I am making good Progress.... You Can't Die! ))

 

*Shakes his fist in the Air when Ike tells him the news of the speech*

"Death to Oren!"

 

*Kratos Chants a few times before quickly returning to his work*

[Timmeh! 154]

Rose simply stares out the window and up at the sky, tears streaming down her face. She does not make a single sound instead just stares, lost in her own mind. Her heart had been officially ripped to pieces as thatday she had lost her husband and was beaten by her own son. She simply cries, awaiting and wondering what is next for her, what Horen has planned for her.

[Semperosa 12]

Adam de Valletta's cheek twitches, taking measure of the rather dire situation of his House with Godfrey's abdication. He murmurs the words along with the crowd.

[xFrozt 14]

Aldrin stares at the sky, a few tear droplets fall from his eyes. He looks around the people of Oren surrounding him and falls to his knees. Aldrin mummers "Thank you for accepting after all I have done...Thank you for teaching me and making me a better man...Thank you for letting me become your squire...Thank you for giving me the opportunity to watch jousting matches and making a fool out of myself...Thank you."

[lugarthecougar 57]

Balian Guivret sighs and scratches his head, more grayed hair falling from his head. "And so dies a great man.." he takes a deep breath and leans on his cane heavily before muttering "All hail Horen the Fifth. May his reign be long and fruitful.."

[Gemmylou 484]

Sophia sits hugging her knees and staring outside at the streets below her. She takes deep breaths trying to remain calm and control her shaking hands but nothing seems to be working.

"He's gone.." she whispered quietly to herself

 

Shaking her head, she stands and walks quickly; leaving the place filled with death that she once called home and makes her familiar way back to where she knew she would find comfort. She only needed to give give James a single look before he was following her, away from the busy and packed streets of Kingston to the tranquil calm of the forests behind it. She sank to her knees and stared into the river, James' arm around her for support. Tightly held in her hand was a golden pocket watch that she pressed to her lips and shut her eyes. 

 

Only then did Sophia start to cry and she knew her tears wouldn't stop for a while.  

[Mizu/Uzim 694]

-Stands speechless looking down at the dirt. He gives a moment of silence before moving onward with his day- "Gone but never forgotten"

[Old Man Boiendl 1454]

Sits in his throne high above the clouds. He looks down at all the dying people and shrugs a little. "No one could handle the loss of Boiendl."

[Snake Plissken 637]

Amongst the crowd of noblemen, Athirius Owl the Second stands with his brother, squire, godfather and several cousins. He stands speechless, paying no attention the world around him. He thinks of how the man who he squired for, the man who he guarded from day to day, the man who he would lay down his life in service for, the man who his father had also served to his dying day, and the man who now, lay dead. His hand slips onto the hilt of his knife, an old reflex. He then goes to draw it and plunge it into the flesh of the first person he sees. Luckily his godfather, all too familiar with Athirius's old habbits reaches out and subtly grasps the knight's wrist before staring him straight in the eye. Thorenir shakes his head at Athirius, who quickly snaps out of his daze-like state and gives his godfather a sharp nod. As Thorenir steps back from him, Athirius takes a deep breath and tries not to fall into what Thorenir used to refer to as his 'primitive state of mind'. On their way back from Abresi to the Owlswood, Thorenir stuck close to Athirius, stopping him several times from plunging a blade between the plates of Arhadir's armour. He was one of few that knew of Athirius's 'problem', and it had to stay as so. Athirius had lost yet another person whom he had grown attached to, and his godfather knew if would be quite a few weeks yet before these slips of mind stopped...

 

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Far from Oren at the Monk's Temple, an aged man with white hair and a flowing beard comes to learn of the passing of Emperor Godfrey Horen. Upon hearing the news, he knew it was time, to make his return...