A Coronation

[aron. 427]

  

    Poise, and determination in each step, Aron Bedevere made his way to the front of the throne, dropping to one knee in front of Garth. Blinking rapidly for a sense of composure, the regent let his gaze rise, staring intently at the throne he had craved for as long as he could remember.

 

Garth’s descent from the throne was a slow one, as a scraggly page scurried forward, a golden crown with a sapphire gem sitting on a small pillow in his hands. The room fell silent, no murmurs to be heard among the various spectators, Garth moving to lift the crown from the cushion, and place it on Aron’s head. “His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere of Salvus” Garth stated with open arms, the room breaking into a tame, and polite applause. Aron slowly rose to his feet, a proud and sly grin forming on his face, his head bowing a final time to his past liege “It’s been an honour” he beckons. Slowly, assuredly, and with a great sense of pride, King Aron Bedevere, the first of his name, ascended the Salvian Throne, and took his place in the seat of a monarch. Slouching back into the throne, his eyes flared with cockiness, a crooked grin from ear to ear. “King of Salvus” he uttered to himself jovially, leaning his right elbow on the armrest, and fixing his crown into place.

 

“May ‘is reign be bountiful!” an old dwarf (Who smelled of piss and ale) with an eye-patch called from across the room “Let’s drink some ale!”. The festivities ran through the night, the select few of Salvus celebrating the coronation of a new king, and a new era. 

 

 

 

(( OOC: Just want to thank Agnub once again for allowing this. Since the day I joined, he has made my stay on LotC a wonderful one, and has always been a huge asset to my (arguable) success. None of this would have been possible without the Great-Lord of Bunga.))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

"Well..."

 

Art folds his hands behind his back, pursing his lips.

 

"This can either go really well, or really, really badly."

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Kaila stays quiet as she holds her newborn daughter in her arms. She smiles proudly at the man who had helped raise her since she was small. She lowers herself into a deep curtsy as she lowers her eyes. "Congradulations my king." she says, holding her daughter close. "May your reign be bountiful and long."

[Zanderaw 162]

A bird arrives from Westwarde Citadel at the island of Silverport, where Zandros is staying as a guest at the time of the coronation. It bears the happy news.

 

"About damn time..." Zandros mutters, and writes back.

 

"Send King Aron my congratulations, and my sincere apologies for not being present. I'm sure our esteemed Lord Commander will handle the reopening of the city smoothly, and I look forward to returning to see the streets open once more." -Cmdr. Waveswept

 

The bird flies off, and he leans back on the porch, studying the crashing waves in front of him as he sips a goblet of wine. "There is still much work to be done..."

[Aengoth 2890]

Aengoth the Dwarf stands amongst the crowd seeming quite out of place. While many others are dressed in noble attires and perfumed. Aengoth wears proudly the garb of a common worker and the smell that comes with blacksmithing and fighting. In his beard of recently polished metals adorned with engravings of Grimdugan, Ogradhad, and Dungrimm. Adjusting his eye-patch once and tugging on his sleeves to hide the recent bandage underneath he then walks up to Aron at one point in the festival. He gives Aron a pat on the back before speaking low enough for only the two of them to hear.

"Imagine f'at old furball an Lancel c'okin' on f'is roight now eh?"

[SkyyoBee 249]

Rose II jumps to her feet as she sees Relenkai standing proudly beside his father. She grins at him as her mother taps her gently, telling her to sit back down. She sits reluctantly, still watching 'Relenny,' the new prince of Salvus. She can't seem to wipe he grin off her face as she contemplates who the woman she hopes to be best friends with and 'teach' will be.

[The Media Wizard 2958]

Azoth stands in the back of the room, watching the crowd more than his Master. As the ceremony comes to an end, he allows himself to smile softly.

 

"May the Bedevere's reign and I guide and protect them.~"

 

Azoth then reached up into his bushy hair, scratching behind his hidden, pointed ears...

[◀ Doone ► 54]

'The Siege' stands at the front of the crowd, his posture perfect as usual as he listens intently. He lets out a slow growl muffled grow emerge from underneath his helm as a smirk forms, his gilded visor of a mask hiding his face. He stays silently, then fixing his posture once more.

[SirSnowMan 318]

Marcellus smiles evilly, rubbing his hands together.

 

"Soon, when the moon is in place, all will be going as planned."

 

"Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!" 

[KUSHerZombie 222]

*'Ivan' sits in the Abresi tavern, still getting over adunia being a kingdom. He soon finds out that Aron Bedevere is king of salvus. He grins, and thinks to himself. "Yes. Since Salvus is no longer an oren kingdom, I can claim it for my own. They just made a fool their king. A criminal would be better off sitting on the throne with an emerald crown. Soon. Just soon, I may become a knight. I shall be a lowest form of nobility, obiously enough to sit on the throne with the title king." A tight smile forms across his face.

[lιoɴ 248]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.