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  1. A pleasure to have in class.
  2. Cyrus looks upon the preface, “A great work detailing our current predicament in Elfdom. I look forward to reading the next additions of it.”
  3. Cyrus looks upon the missive from his Warden, an ambitious smile grows across his cheeks, “It will be done, Warden Kairn.”
  4. Malin’s Call of Unity Brother and sister Mali, once again we find ourselves at the crossroads of destiny and destruction. Amongst the last few decades we have seen many of our nations fall and few and far in between to rise and take its place. First the lands of Irrinor, and now the Renelian Hegemony have fallen victim to the splintering of our people that we have grown so used to within our hearts. Even within the bay of Aegrothond, the citadel has fallen to the decay of the salt laden breeze of the sea, only being supported by the woodland realm of Siramenor as its vassal. And to only glance once to the south of Aegrothond do we see the true threat to not only the extinction of our people, but the races of this world and the places that we have come to call home on this continent we named Arcas. The growing hordes of demonic forces train ruthlessly to bring their blades down upon the necks and soul of our people. And yet we seem to falter and fall from rising to the occasion of quelling such a threat. But this is merely a symptom of a greater illness within our communities. The pain of our splintered people has been felt time and time again throughout the annals of history. Within our minds, we often tell ourselves and our individual peoples that the best for us is to develop as separate societies of Mali; however what history has proven to us is that through such course of action we put our individual communities above the greater whole of Elfdom. Because of this train of thought, we allow our brothers of other subraces to fall in decline from what their original dreams were for their people, when all along it was our duty to uplift each other and help the progression and development of each of our individual and separate cultures. So I call forth to you, my brothers and sisters. The necessary urge of unity and fraternity arises in such times as these, with the hordes of Inferi to our south and the internal division that we feel. For in peace we find our egos grow amongst ourselves and our respected cultures… however in times of tribulation we find that the best hand that we are dealt is the one in which we stand together in unity and communion amongst one another. Such is the way it once was, and such is the way it is once again necessary to be. Together once again, we shall dance amongst each other on the beaches, in the caves, and throughout the forests. In Malin’s name, my kin, we rise again… stronger than before. -Yours truly, Cyrus, the Mali’ker in humble service to the united mali people
  5. Some where beyond the seas of Arcas... aboard a ship, a single teardrop falls onto a letter he received by a courier at a recent port. Xenon Silverblade lets out a sigh, “The young aspiring mage who never learned magic, I will miss him dearly.”
  6. Another great work of lore! Good job Gaius!
  7. Imperial Court of 8th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1765 Witnessed by, Asrael Draconis, representative of the Order of Sauros Summary: The King and men from Haense petition the Emperor regarding peerage and past inquiries which turns into a tense battle of words. The former Count Erwin Barclay is elevated to a Duke in the Imperial Peerage. Two people of the Empire are knighted after reciting the Nauzican Oath; and the Hounds known as the Order of John are formally recognized by the Empire. PRECOURT Emperor Peter III enters the court and seats himself upon the throne, “Those Nordlings sure are silly, hm?” King Sigismund II enters the court with his retinue. COURT Sir Jahan: “Now begins this session of His Imperial Majesty’s Court. All who wish to petition the Crown may line up before the dais.” Emperor Peter III: “Those in the back may not have heard you, Governor.” Sir Jahan speaks louder now across the court, “Now begins this session of His Imperial Majesty’s Court. All who wish to petition the Crown may line up before the dais.” Erik Othaman steps forward. Sir Jahan: “Approach the dais good citizen.” Erik Othaman bows his head before Emperor Peter III, “Vy Imperial Majesty.” Sir Jahan: “You stand before His Imperial Majesty, Peter the Third. State your name and legend, and what you wish to petition to the Crown.” Erik Othaman: “I am Mister Erik Othaman, Freeholder of Valles and Royal Exchequer of the Interior and War to the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska. I bear two petitions in regards to my freehold.” Sir Jahan: “What are your petitions Mister Othaman?” Erik Othaman: “Well as with the most recent partition of lands within the lands of the former Kingdom of Suffonia, the Othamans were given a portion of the land on which a keep is to be built.” He brings forth a sketch of the region in question and steps forward to hand it to the dais. Emperor Peter III: “Never did a ‘Kingdom’ of Suffonia exist.” Erik Othaman: “And it never will exist for as long as the Empire exists, vy Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III lets out a tired breath as he allows Erik Othaman to continue. Sir Jahan: “So what are your petitions Mister Othaman?” Erik Othaman: “The size of the land that I was granted is nie adequate enough for what my keep requires, however there is a second region up north that has niet owners. I am petitioning those lands to be integrated with the Freehold of Valles.” Emperor Peter III: “You require… a keep?” Erik Othaman: “Niet, I have blueprints of my manor, but I require more land for it to be built upon.” Emperor Peter III: “Then you may discuss terms of purchase in private at a later date.” Erik Othaman: “Very well, and as for my second petition. I am petitioning for the reclaiming of my noble lineage that my family held nearly two centuries ago within the Empire.” Emperor Peter III turns to send a gaze towards Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid. Sir Jahan: “Mister Othaman,” Simon Basrid meets the Emperor’s gaze for a moment. He turned to Sir Jahan and afforded him a moment to speak before taking the center position of the dais. Sir Jahan: “If you wish to reclaim a title, I implore you to petition before the House of Lords. They will be meeting soon to discuss such matters.” Erik Othaman: “Then why is it that I have been told to appear before the Imperial Court in regards to my titles?” Emperor Peter III: “Out of turn, Jahan.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “I believe there was a clerical error in communication. And like all fonts of speech, they must be precise and thorough.” King Sigismund II: “Everyone stand, with me and the Marshal.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “As bid in the Edict of Reform, the most distinguished peers of our Empire from across the realm’s many cultures and provinces have been selected for one purpose. To maintain the condition of nobility within the Empire.” King Sigismund II: “Vyronovs, step back into my retinue.” King Sigismund II makes his ways past the retinue and before the Imperial Dais. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid offers a concerned gaze as he welcomes the King, “Your Majesty.” Erik Othaman bows to King Sigismund II “Vy Majesty.” King Sigismund II: “All bow to His Imperial Majesty, the Holy Emperor of Oren!” He bows deeply towards Emperor Peter III. All of the men of Haense bow as their King does. King Sigismund II: “I come to you and you only in petition, no one else will do. My Emperor. I am elevating the Count of Reinmar to the status of Duke, and I seek for your recognition of such.” King Sigismund II concludes his petition, resting his hands on his hips, awaiting a response. Emperor Peter III: “Any elevation or creation of titling comes through Imperial peerage, granted by the Imperial monarch - myself. I will hear Lord Barclay’s merits, for I recognize his proficiency and service, but you cannot keep suggesting the existence of peerage separate from the Empire’s.” King Sigismund II: “I have brought you nominations, of which you have denied nearly all of them. I tire of these games.” King Sigismund II ushers forth Count Erwin Barclay, “Go speak your part, Count.” Emperor Peter III: “I went through each of these suggestions and found murder, sedition, and - children seeking peerage. The Emperor’s law is not a game.” Emperor Peter III lifts a hand to Count Erwin Barclay, bidding him to speak. King Sigismund II: “Charges acquitted, seditions unfounded. You think my opinions to be of lesser men? I have vetted each and every one of these candidates.” King Sigismund II clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he crosses his arms. Count Erwin Barclay: “I have served Haense and the Empire for my entire life, ralling the people of Haense alongside Helena against the AIS. Together with General DeNurem, the combined Imperial forces are unrivaled in Arcas.” Emperor Peter III looks to General DeNurem for confirmation from him on what Count Erwin Barclay spoke of. Count Erwin Barclay: “But I am not the only one in my family who has merits. My uncle Anton serves as the Cardinal of Jorenus. My cousin Conrad has long served as an Imperial Senator, my cousin Osvald in Haense’s Duma. My son and heir is the Duke of Helena’s student. My entire family are loyal subjects of the Empire.” Emperor Peter III: “I am quite aware, Lord Reinmar, and I look favourably upon your family. Your merits speak for you alone; do you require the King and all these men to speak for you as well?” Count Erwin Barclay: “These men are the King’s retinue. It was my liege lord’s decision for this titular elevation.” Emperor Peter III: “Yet, Lord Reinmar, it is not his decision. Do you understand?” King Sigismund II raises a brow, glancing to Count Erwin Barclay for a moment before returning his attention back to Emperor Peter III. Count Erwin Barclay: “That is why we come here to seek your audience. But without the approval of my liege lord, I would not seek this elevation in the first place.” Emperor Peter III: “I recognize your virtues, Lord Reinmar, but I must now address the young King.” Count Erwin Barclay nods his head and takes a step back into the line of Haensemen. Emperor Peter III tilts his head slightly, “Do you understand this as well? That there is but one peerage in this Empire granted only by the Emperor.” King Sigismund II furrows his brows, his hands placed upon the sides of his waist, “There are expectations that were dashed - if I keep being tossed aside like this, I will complain openly. As I do now. Though, yes, I understand.” Emperor Peter III bows his head with evident gratitude, “Then aid the Crown in cleaning up past messes - I still see writing in circulation naming the Baron Wick and Baron Ludovar as members of a Haeseni peerage. These families are not yet fit to be part of this country’s peerage. The Vanirs and Barclays should be livid that they lay claim to their class. The Wicks who allow open sedition and threats of murder, and the Ludovar who is a meritless boy - why should our noble Vanirs sit at the same table with them? We are a civilized country, of people who in submission to GOD must temper their appetites and passions. We must police ourselves so as to raise our great nation in harmony.” Emperor Peter III pauses to allow King Sigismund II a chance to speak. King Sigismund II: “The issues shall be dealt with immediately then, My Emperor.” King Sigismund clicks his tongue once more and returns an apparent look of displeasure. King Sigismund II: “The Barclays have earned their desires - contrary to what you mentioned about my previous subjects.” Emperor Peter III: “But mind you - this is not an immediate issue we can solve in a single coup; a long term divide we all must toil for.” King Sigismund II: “I don’t not offer concessions without expecting my immediate due, My Emperor.” Emperor Peter III: “What exactly are you conceding?” King Sigismund II: “My ancestral right to elevate my own nobility. In return, I expect my nominations to be considered accordingly. To avoid this bureaucratic trap you call a House of Lords.” Emperor Peter III: “There is no concession, but humble submission to the law and fact of the world.” King Sigismund II: “It is a concession, wording it another way convinces no one.” Emperor Peter III: “Your young passion feels it so, but you will understand in time. I promise you.” The Emperor says with a calm breath, “You mentioned games, young king. This system of coercion, public displays and courtly debates, cannot stand.” King Sigismund II: “I desire, on this day, to see the elevation of the Count of Reinmar. To conclude otherwise will prove to be detrimental. I do what I have done today because you have wrongfully deferred me on a constant basis. My patience thinned also.” Emperor Peter III: “Speak to me as a man alone, and I will oblige, young king. Subjects in your contract may do the same, and I will seek your opinion as well. But what is happening here, young king, is simply untenable.” King Sigismund II replies after spending some time pondering the words of Emperor Peter III, “It was necessary, My Emperor.” Emperor Peter III: “To accomplish what, exactly? Lord Reinmar and his family would have been rewarded posthaste for their distinguished service had the man come alone.” King Sigismund II: “I see no wrong in using your court to rightfully petition your name to see the elevation of one of my vassals. If you claim there was one.” Emperor Peter III: “Now we must waste time fencing with words, airing grievances, and explaining laws and rights.” King Sigismund II: “I sent you my letter, My Emperor. To discuss the status of the Count. Of which it was postponed, not once, not twice, but thrice. I was informed of many excuses, and now I come to you before this dais to finally discuss this” Emperor Peter III: “Appointed are seven dignified lords of the Empire to aid in these decisions - alone, young king, I am still but one man, busied with the requests of landowners and Nordling aggression for the hundredth time.” King Sigismund II: “The issues of landowners are not of my concern, My Emperor. I am your King, your most prominent vassal in this Empire. To be considered with common… concerns.” King Sigismund II scoffs, “I have mentioned my opinion of this House of Lords, My Emperor, and I see it to be a trap.” Emperor Peter III: “It need not be your concern; rule as you will - but I am concerned with the common and noble folk alike. This is why I minded your feelings to not immediately defer you to the Lords of the Empire. But in the end, I could do this - and I cannot do everything in this country alone. Anyone must rule by delegation, and in these times, entrusted consensus, which is why I have appointed seven grandees, three of which are your explicit subjects, to aid us both here.” King Sigismund II: “I am not one of your delegations, My Emperor? Or do you consider me otherwise. I manage half of your Empire, through my realm.” King Sigismund II shakes his head in disappointment of the course of the discussion, “As you have said, my Emperor, this verbal fencing will serve us no further good. Will the Count of Reinmar see the elevation to a Dukedom by the conclusion of this session?” Emperor Peter III: “As a monarch, you have a different purpose than an Imperial Grandee. Regardless, it is a shame that Lord Reinmar had to be witness to this. Roping the good man into this is pointless, for he stands on his merits.” King Sigismund taps Count Erwin Barclay’s side, gesturing to the men behind him. Emperor Peter III: “I am not done here. Give me a promise here, young king. The issue here is the public setting and coercive undertones. You must recognize that this cannot happen again.” King Sigismund II: “I do not come to petition you, only for this to be turned around on myself, My Emperor.” Emperor Peter III dips his head to a degree, awaiting the proper response from King Sigismund II. King Sigismund II: “I have yet received the response I sought when I entered these halls, My Emperor. Why twist this otherwise.” King Sigismund II taps his foot against the floor, visibly growing impatient. He adjusts the belt that kept the sheath of his blade secure. Emperor Peter III: “For if this was only about Count Erwin Barclay, he could confer alone. Here, young king, is an ugly scene.” King Sigismund II: “You should have anticipated this then. When you deferred me so many times. Is there anything else you wish to add, Your Imperial Majesty?” Emperor Peter III: “Do you understand that this will not happen again, this messy show? Like I took from the old heads of NAFTA - a yes or no.” Emperor Peter III: “Be honest, and I will give you your plain answer.” King Sigismund II: “You twist your words, and cycle your arguments. You attempt to paint to this court my supposed wrongdoings. I shall leave a token few diplomats behind to continue discussing these qualms. I will retire. I will not continue to be played around with your words.” Emperor Peter III: “A yes or no, young king. Your answer will solve your own questions. You are not dismissed until this is done. Decide Lord Reinmar’s elevation with your answer. Yes - or no. Will you do this again?” The hands of both Haensemen and Imperials drift towards their swords as the room is filled with unease. Sir John: “At ease, Sir Henry. We are having a conversation.” King Sigismund II: “You make mockery of my name, My Emperor. Should I have asked you this same question when one of your men burned down my late mother’s room? My tolerance has snapped, My Emperor. August Barrow and my younger brother shall arrive in your court in the next few days.” Captain Peter d’Arkent: “All ISA better remain at ease.” Emperor Peter III: “Remain here, Lord Reinmar, and I will sort your request out.” The room continues to grow uneasy as soldiers from each side eye each other. Count Erwin Barclay retains a neutral expression on his face, briefly glancing towards King Sigismund II before giving Emperor Peter III a nod of the head, “As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III: “I signed that carpet in a fit of rage, seeing the third Barbanov close to myself subjected to such violence. You gain nothing by excited exaggeration. Do you understand the standing question?” King Sigismund II furrows his brows, setting his gaze to Count Erwin Barclay before turning on his heel and marching out of the room with his men. Emperor Peter III: “What are your thoughts, Lord Reinmar?” Emperor Peter III motions for him to stand center before the dais. Count Erwin Barclay: “I stand with my King. I wished to have a meeting with you several saint’s days ago, but we were unable to. This was faster.” Emperor Peter III: “Then why bring a King and his soldiers with a slew of accusations against the Crown? A few months in the middle of a Nordling crisis - why?” Count Erwin Barclay: “It was merely His Majesty’s retinue, we had just completed a training several saint’s minutes prior, and he invited the men along. As for accusations, His Majesty did not like having our meeting deferred several times. He wanted to settle it today. As did I.” Emperor Peter III: “Well. Perhaps we can get the answer from you, then.” Emperor Peter III: “In elevating your peerage, will these problems end? Will the young king continue to turn my court into a market before a siege? Do you feel this will end the nonsense?” Count Erwin Barclay: “I cannot speak for my liege lord.” Emperor Peter III: “But you can speak for yourself. As a man who would be a Duke of the realm, what are your thoughts here? What will you do to solve this issue?” Count Erwin Barclay: “I would speak to my King, but I have still sworn my oaths to him, to stand with him when he needs it.” Emperor Peter III: “I am not asking you to abandon your King; I am asking you to aid him by mending this bridge. Those who are sworn to me petition and offer advice, as you are witness to. In elevating Count Reinmar, what is he advantaged, and what is his country advantaged? What do you think here, and what will you do here? Boys across the whole Empire will look to you as Duke Reinmar, one of the most powerful men in the nation.” Count Erwin Barclay: “As a loyal subject of both Haense and the Empire, I will do my best to ensure there is harmony.” Emperor Peter III: “How will you empower and dignify that status so as to inspire them? Will you take the title and sit on it, keeping this dance of angry King and tired Emperor, or will you exercise your power? What exactly is it you are going to do? Can the Duke be a bridge in this Empire, ensuring these boys a future?” Count Erwin Barclay: “I cannot force the hand of my King, but I can counsel with him advice as one of his vassals to ensure a productive relationship.” Emperor Peter III: “Then, as a Duke of this Empire, promise to reach across the divide between your country and the broader nation. Promise to profess unity in word and action, and promise to dignify the peerage with respect for the nation’s institutions.” Count Erwin Barclay: “I promise to my best to ensure unity between Haense and the Empire.” Emperor Peter III: “Then let it be so, Duke Reinmar. Hold yourself above these fruitless shows, and aid and respect your Emperor’s country.” Duke Erwin Barclay replies, bowing his head, “Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III dismisses the Barclays with a quiet nod, looking to Wilfred for a moment. Duke Erwin Barclay lets out a long breath before turning on his heel to exit, his family follows him. Emperor Peter III: “Come forth, Wilfred.” Imperial Butler Wilfred III slowly wobbles before the dais. Emperor Peter III: “For your ancient and historied service to the Imperial family, your incredible skill in procurement and curations of priceless artifacts and your mounting efforts in re-Imperializing the Halfling folk… I see fit to name you Knight of the Most Excellent Petrine Order.” Imperial Butler Wilfred III’s eyes begin to water, he shakes as he looks up to the Emperor, “Oi ‘av nevr been so honor’d in me life, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III: “I trust you are familiar with the Nauzican Oath.” Emperor Peter III motions for Vice-Chancellor Hugo to descend the dais with Wilfred’s purple robe. Imperial Butler Wilfred III recites the Nauzican Oath before the Emperor. Vice-Chancellor Hugo hobbles down from the dais. He produces the purple robe and makes his way over to Imperial Butler Sir Wilfred III with a smile. He rests the robes on Wilfred’s shoulders. Imperial Butler Sir Wilfred III crouches lower from the weight of the robe on his old shoulders. Emperor Peter III: “Now receive this robe signifying your relation with the Crown, and go with GOD.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo fastens the robes around Sir Wilfred III’s shoulders before taking a few steps back. Emperor Peter III dismisses Imperial Butler Sir Wilfred III and points down to the armored Ensign Franziska, “Descend, and remove your helmet.” Ensign Franziska exhales, removing her helmet and placing it under her arm. Emperor Peter III: “I must admit to you: I was hesitant to bestow this honor upon a woman - the first instance in over a century - but witnessing your unquestioned loyalty, diligence, and skill, my thoughts are turned happily. Your dignified service in guarding my person, keeping my peace, and enacting my will both by pen and sword will not go unspoken. For this, I name you Dame of the Most Excellent Petrine Order.” Ensign Franziska bows her head deeply, “I am - I will be eternally grateful, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III: “I trust you, too, know the Nauzican Oath.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo hobbles forth once again, a purple robe in hand. He fastens the embroidered robes upon Dame Franziska’s shoulders. Ensign Franziska nods eagerly, before reciting the Nauzican Oath perfectly. Emperor Peter III dismisses Dame Franziska. Emperor Peter III: “One last word, now, from one of the lovely Hounds. Speak your name and legend, sir, and make known your petition.” Reynault steps forward, bowing deeply, “Reynault, Your Imperial Majesty, a man of the Hounds. I’ve come to petition for permission to expand our farms in Johnstown, and have the Order of John officially recognized within the Empire.” Emperor Peter III: “Gladly. I will come by to survey what can be done for more farmland. As for recognition, I will define this Order here: A martially monastic brotherhood purposed to maintain the ideals of John of Carnatia and to promote the institutions of the Empire. In terms of service, you act as auxiliaries akin to the Sons of Malin; act under my military command as you have been.” Reynault smiles, bowing once more, “With pleasure, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III: “Wonderful,” he states dismissing Reynault with a lift of his hand. Emperor Peter III nods to Sir Jahan before speaking softly, “Dismiss the court.” Sir Jahan returns the nod before facing the court, “This concludes this session of His Imperial Majesty’s Court. GODspeed to everyone.” “GOD save the Emperor,” rings out across the court before all the spectators depart from the room. *Sketches of the session of the Imperial Court of 8th of Tobias’ Bounty are inserted below*
  8. Imperial Court of 13th of Horen’s Calling, 1764 Witnessed by, Xenon Silverblade, of the Order of Sauros Summary: Men of Haense alongside Crown Prince Nikolas petition the Emperor, Peter III, in regards to ennoblement and Imperial peerage in concerns to the realm of ‘Northland’. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Welcome to Novellen, your highness, assembled countrymen.” Prince Nikolas: “The pleasure is ours. I thank His Imperial Majesty and those gathered for enabling us to continue this discussion in a better setting.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “You are received, Your Royal Highness, lay forth your petitions.” Prince Nikolas: “When we left off, we were ennobling several houses and going forward with the colonization of the lands formerly known as Suffonia which we now refer to as Slesvik. House Vanir received Imperial peerage, though as a Barony which is recognized by my brothers as a Margrave. House Wick, House Othaman, and house Vyronov all seek Imperial Peerage as well. All four seek to colonize the lan-.” Emperor Peter III raises a finger to interject, “I offered Mister Vanir a peerage, which he objected to. This is by no fault of Mister Vanir, of course. He has been misled by some confusion based on dual peerage which we thought resolved some years ago. In this Empire, Mister Vanir, there is one peerage which is recognized. That is at the Imperial level. An Imperial Peerage.” Lord Henrik Vanir: “If I may, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter nods faintly. Lord Henrik Vanir: “If you would be so inclined to offer me only a baronial status, I would gladly accept, though I humbly ask if I could have the title of ‘Marquess.’ Similar to the Marquess of Korstadt, who is in Imperial Peerage.” Emperor Peter III: “There is a precedent.” Prince Nikolas: “I can testify that House Vanir is worthy of a title that they once maintained. They have grown in power and influence and their support to the Empire and Haense has been unfaltering.” Emperor Peter III: “I already discussed your legend at the ball, so there is no need to delve there. The Imperial Crown would be glad to grant you this… - but what was the name I had considered?” The Emperor ponders his question as he glances to the Arch-Chancellor. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “They maintain the historic title of Vasiland - from the ancient Duke Vanirs in the realm of Karovia.” Lord Henrik Vanir nods in agreement to the Arch-Chancellor’s words. Emperor Peter III: “If you would receive this honor from your Emperor - to become Marquess of Vasiland - do come forth.” Lord Henrik Vanir nods, stepping forward towards the Emperor. Emperor Peter III: “Are you familiar with the Nauzican oath?” Lord Henrik Vanir: “... Niet, I don’t believe so.” Emperor Peter III: “Then recite these words after me, Mister Vanir.” Emperor Peter III: “I swear to be true to the Emperor and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them.” Lord Henrick Vanir recites the oath, “I swear to be true to the Emperor and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them.” Emperor Peter III: “I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Empire and the Orenian people that comprise it.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Empire and the Orenian people that comprise it.” Emperor Peter III: “I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them, and always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them, and always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve.” Emperor Peter III: “This I swear by the Holy Scrolls.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “This I swear by the Holy Scrolls.” Emperor Peter III: “A cheer for Lord Vasiland, men” The room applauds for the new Marquess of Vasiland. Emperor Peter III: “In honor of your house’s historied past, Lord Vasiland, -with this peerage comes an allotment of land along the Northeast coast, including the diked plain near the ruins of Warwick. Surveyors from my government will be able to define and show you this soon.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “My gratitude, your Imperial Majesty. I will serve the Empire well.” He takes a bow before the Emperor. Emperor Peter III offers Lord Vanir a soft nod of dismissal. Prince Nikolas: “Wick, you’re up.” Siegmund Wick dips his head in respect, “Your Imperial Majesty.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “You are received in the court of Novellen, State your name and legend.” Siegmund Wick: “I am Siegmund Wick, Patriarch of House Wick and Baron of Kerzenwick.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “I do not follow” Emperor Peter III: “What exactly is Kerzenwick?” Siegmund Wick: “My apologies, it was a title given to us by the late Siegmund Lothar. It has been passed down my house since.” Emperor Peter III glances over to the Arch-Chancellor with a concerned look in his eye. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “This is not a title that was grandfathered in 1737 nor 1760. Was this a titular honor given by the late King Siguine?” Siegmund Wick: “I believe so, ja.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “So there was never a land of Kerzenwick?” Siegmund Wick: “We were to receive it, but it was used during a time of war as a camp and never restored to its natural state. So, no, there was never land.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “The condition of nobility is a fraternity of patriots who have immutably changed the Tapestry of Man through their service to Oren, or the idea of Oren.” Emperor Peter III leans forward drawing in a deep breath, “Mister Wick.” Siegmund Wick: “Your Imperial Majesty?” Emperor Peter III: “And understand I begin with Mister; do you understand you are not a baron? This title has not been lettered by the Emperor, nor recognized through any grandfathering. I cannot in good conscience, in respect of my peers and Empire, recognize your claimed title.” Siegmund Wick: “As you so wish, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III gives a light nod of his head. Emperor Peter III: “That man who slandered my person and our Empire so terribly at my Jubilee - what was it… ‘our Imperial heritage will not stop a blade from slipping through their ribcage… Haeseni men and women die for their wars… of what relation is he to you, Mister Wick?” Siegmund Wick: “A distant member of the family, Your Imperial Majesty.” Emperor Peter III: “He bears the name of your house - so kin whom would share this honor nonetheless.” Prince Nikolas: “Your Imperial Majesty, if I may.” Emperor Peter III offers Nikolas a silent shake of his head before resuming. Emperor Peter III: “Blood and heritage: Family - is what carries Oren on. It is the foundation of our homes, our offices; our crafts. For those who represent the pinnacle of this Empire and all mankind, my noble peers, family is of the utmost importance.” Siegmund Wick: “Your Imperial Majesty, if I may. If you judged every house by a bad member of their family, there would be reason to question every house, Barbanov to Horen.” Emperor Peter III: “Sort out your house, Mister Wick, and we may consider this honor.” Emperor Peter III dismisses Siegmund Wick with a silent glare. Prince Nikolas: “Othaman, you’re up.” Erik Othaman bows his head to the Emperor as he walks forward, “Vy Imperial Majesty…” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Ho. Welcome to Novellen, and do state your name and legend.” Erik Othaman: “Am Erik Othaman, Freeholder of Valles and Royal Exchequer of the Interior and War for His Majesty Sigismund II of Haenseti-Ruska.” Emperor Peter III makes a sudden movement at the mention of his name but finds his composure. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid offers him a look of concern, “Mr. Othaman, there is a standing subpoena upon your person.” Erik Othaman: “Vy excellency, I am innocent until proven guilty and I have nie been proven guilty as of yet. I hold my right as a Soldier and Office of the Empire to deal with threats to the stability of the establishment with utmost swiftness.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “If what you seek is an elevation of the peerage, it is the will of His Imperial Majesty, but… I would urge you to clear your name prior to such a petition.” Emperor Peter III stares across the hall past Erik Othaman in an act of dismissal. Erik Othaman: “Vy excellency, as I have stated, there is nie stain on my name as I have served this Imperium loyally and without hesitation for many years. I have led several units behind enemy lines during the Ruberni war and stacked countless victories.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “This is not a trial, effendye.” Joseph Alder: “If I may...” Erik Othaman: “Niet, this is nie a trial. This is-.” Erik Othaman nods to Joseph. Joseph Adler: “If you’d like to discuss the case, I’m more than happy to, in a civil manner. You’ll simply stop by my office after you’re done here.” Prince Nikolas: “Your Majesty, you may have only just heard of Erik, but you have already heard of his deeds.” Erik Othaman: “I am nie talking about that case… I am here to talk about what I have done in service to the Empire and what my ancient family has done for centuries without hesitation.” Emperor Peter III: “You are dismissed for now, Mister Othaman.” Erik Othaman steps backwards. Prince Nikolas: “His raids against the Elves are the reason they turned tail from the war and their AIS allies. He should be able to explain himself, not to be slandered after years of service to the Empire.” Emperor Peter III: “Nobility are to be the model of our Empire - if his virtue is honest, which I trust it is, it will show through in the coming trial.” Prince Nikolas: “Very well.” He motions for the last man in the line to step forward, “Vyronov, you’re up.” Lord Maer Stefan Vyronov steps forward and bows before the Emperor, “Your majesty…” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “You are known to the court of Novellen. Recite your name and legend.” Lord Maer Stefan Vyronov: “Am Stefan Aleksandr Vyronov, the Lord Maer of New Reza, Steward of Haense, and Patriarch of my family.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Well-met, Mr. Stefan Vyronov. From what the Solicitor-General has just mentioned to my ear, your line held titles prior, until a recent court decision.” Lord Maer Stefan Vyronov: “Da, that is so. Though that was about eighteen years ago I believe as I was seven at the time.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “I see. Tell me what has changed in this time. And the context to this event - I am unfamiliar with its nature.” Lord Maer Stefan Vyronov: “My cousin was accused of being part of a plot to kill his brother which led to being guilty in the courts. Despite the trial, I personally used to be ward to the late Koeng Andrik IV until his untimely death. After this I tried growing my reputation by being a Steward and winning the election as Maer.” Emperor Peter III draws in a soft breath. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “The Vyronovs are a house known to us. It is unfortunate what has transpired those eighteen years ago. In time, that stain can be undone. But you are young and your legend is yet growing. Do you not intend to serve your tenure as Maer?” Lord Maer Stefan Vyronov: “As of this time my tenureship will be done as Maer if I lose re-election.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid turns to the Emperor, “At your will, sire.” Emperor Peter III: “You are yet young, Mister Vyronov, with plenty of time to redeem your family’s name. Continue to serve your home city, and strive to extend your developing skills to your whole country.” Emperor Peter III raises his hand to dismiss him as he beckons forth for Henrik Vanir, “Lord Vasiland. Please return.” Lord Henrick Vanir steps forward once more. Emperor Peter III: “Your house is a noble one, sir, and your intentions are set pure on this country. I appoint you as my first grandee of seven to sit on the House of Lords.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “Ah… curious. I would be honored.” Emperor Peter III: “Curious?” Emperor Peter III lets out a light laugh, “Do familiarize yourself with the Edict of Reform, Lord Vasiland. For this coming session of the diet, you are charged with maintaining the peerage of our Empire. In addition, sir, you will serve as an advisor to the Crown with your fellow grandees.” Lord Henrick Vanir: “I have done so, apologies. I just did nie’ expect the appointment. Regardless, I will do so with diligence.” Emperor Peter III bobs his head in dismissal to Henrik Vanir. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid clears his throat as he looks to Prince Nikolas, “Anything else of note, your highness?” Prince Nikolas: “I’d like to clarify with all those in attendance a matter. With the colonization and settlement of the Slesvik region, not all settlers must have peerage of course. I request we still enable the settlement of that land with those that are not of Imperial peerage.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Solely to the nature of freeholders, correct?” Prince Nikolas: “Freeholders, merchant companies, peerage, all three constitute as settlers for which the Haense Treasury helped pay to see them build their homes and their future.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “And those settlers and peers of the realm can maintain the Northland territory under His Imperial Majesty’s writ. I would ask that we disavow this Slesvig nomenclature. It has the root of otherization.” Prince Nikolas: “Northland would be both of geographically incorrect and cultural prudent word as well. Perhaps, we could discuss a more fitting name at the latter.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Perhaps, young prince. A matter in time, then.” Prince Nikolas: “Regardless, I am still young, and would like confirmation for my brother and for my countrymen assembled that we will be able to give them the land that they need. Peerage, or not.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Potential Freeholders in Northland, from Haense may appeal to his Imperial Majesty.” Prince Nikolas: “The families of Vyronov, Othaman, Ludovar, and Wick are amongst those we would like to see given a home so they may contribute to Haense, and thus, the Empire. Such was the second point of this meeting, which I articulated previously.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “They can settle in the Northland territories under the Emperor’s writ. The crown would like to allot land for country estates to those worthy families not recognized in peerage.” Prince Nikolas: “And they will still be subjects of Haense?” Emperor Peter III: “Those subject to the Emperor are not excluded from being subjects to the king - and vice versa. However, understand that this is the Emperor’s territory. Consider that a Haeseni residing in Helena is not bound to the King of Haense by any means - the bounds of feudalism have long dissolved from our country. If they wish to provide for where their heart lies in taxation and produce, there is nothing to stop them. This may be an issue for the Imperial Diet, you know. Is that satisfactory?” Prince Nikolas: “Taxes are not taken out of desire. They are taken out of loyalty. My brother did not pay 75,000 gold so his subjects can choose to serve him.” Emperor Peter III: “Loyalty is not by desire?” Prince Nikolas: “Some would say necessity.” Emperor Peter III: “Let me summarize this: If one of these freeholders is sworn to provide the king tax, he must as part of his private contract. I have no interest in dissolving personal bonds of loyalty. No one is relinquished of promises, young prince.” Prince Nikolas: “And will these private contracts be enforced by your law?” Emperor Peter III: “All private contracts are enforced by Imperial law.” Prince Nikolas: “Very well,” he offers a small bow, “That is all we have on the matter. We will have the plans delivered as soon as this meeting comes to an end, so we can get to work.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “As it is, your highness.” Emperor Peter III offers the Prince a faint loll of the head in dismissal. Prince Nikolas: “Your Majesty, Your Excellency.” Prince Nikolas turns on his heel and departs the court. Emperor Peter III: “There is nothing more to spectate. Go to bed.”
  9. Fabric Of State: Session I 13th of Snow’s Maiden, 1764 Speaker: Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid Interviewer: Lydia d’Aryn Witnessed by, Xenon Silverblade, of the Order of Sauros Lydia d’Aryn: “We begin our first question being, from where do you come from Arch-Chancellor? Tell us of your origins, before arriving on the shores of Arcas.“ Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Aha. It is in the notes of my tongue and the complexion of my skin. I am not native to this continent of tradition. I was born in the lost city of Ba’as, the proud city of the silver-comet, founded by ancient Basileus Kings, before a distant ancestor of mine, the Prince Fyodor of Carrion, laid claim through union to that land. The Rhenyari are a people with little presence among the Orenian megalii. There is one Blessed Lorethos, and a scant few Akritians - but most of us are not known. We are a stargazing people of Farfolk and Highland ancestry, and you will see that tradition in Ba’as. I was the second son to the Prince Nafis of Ba’as - my elder, the Prince Caspian. Ba’as is a land different from this realm - it is ruled by a despot ironclad, prone to great famine and civil war… though on second thought.” He offers a dismissive wave at the notion of where he was going with his point. “My brother was ejected from his seat of power in a coup. He sought to change some of those ways, and we were cast exile. We took refuge in Ver, among the Farfolk Princes of Matthias Rutledge and dIe Haraccus, where we thought we could gather fortune to return and set our claim. But alas - something stuck, and now I am here, making my prata-prata before you.” Lydia d’Aryn: “Ah! A tragic start. Tell us now, when the second son of an exiled family found himself within the Imperial lands of Oren, how did he make his start, on his path to one of the Empire’s essential figures? Who took their chances on you, Arch-Chancellor?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “The Holy Father, the blessed High Pontiff Daniel VI. My first office in this country was his chamberlain, in the storied city of Ves. It is where I met many compatriots, and settled into this Orenian identity, long before Oren came to be. And where even I met His Imperial Majesty.” Lydia d’Aryn: “You served under the ill-fated Emperor Alexander de Joannes, did you not? Tell us, for you, was the emerging of Emperor Peter a light at the end of such a dark tunnel, in your mind? How has his reign affected you?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “The ascension of our monarch was plagued in the thick of the troubles. Our sovereign may seem strong and tested now, but then - nothing was certain. We had seen a monarch anointed by seven nations succumb to fever and be named a bastard. A half-dozen lordlings deny his so-called successor, forcing us into an interregnum. A cursed alliance with Nordling and high elf that was prone to splinter with everyday. And then this young Pertinaxi of Ver - who’s highest office at that point had been tax collector. Yet - the nature of His Imperial Majesty was always grounded in providence.” Lydia d’Aryn: “Providence, yes!” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “As a boy, he was chased from his home for not participating in the same font of war as his brethren. Stranded, homeless, in a foreign land that his father sacked. He was not well-loved. What kept him going was his birthright. And so when he ascended - he came august. Rebuked NAFTA, brought some confidence to this ailing nation. And we are here now.” Lydia d’Aryn: “You seem fond of him, and it is widely known you share a close friendship. How has he, and his family, including his two daughters, inspired your endeavors as Arch-Chancellor thus far?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “He is a made-man. He possessed the claim - but he had to earn it. Serve aside his countryman, labour with the rest of us. When I came to this country, koh, some forty years ago now… her greatest villains were landed elite, nobles that did not care for what happened beyond their own hedge garden. What he meant was a change from all that. A man plucked from the Senate - who reigns, but allows meritocracy to rule. He symbolizes a great change in our kosmos - and his daughters too. We will have a Holy Orenian Empress - regnant. Amidst the font of radical political change that empowers voices that no other country knows. In that way, the Petrine legend inspires me.” Lydia d’Aryn: “A truly triumphant age for mankind! And you speak of providence. Before we proceed with the more educational questions… how can we further achieve the essence of providence, even if only in our everyday life?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “The difference between a fellow of Oren and a fellow of another land or realm - is that an Orenian knows he is charged with shaping destiny. He can answer the question - what is the sort of world I want to build? That is the trick and tool of empire. It inspires us to innovate, labour, and press forward. That constant march towards progress - that is the gift of providence. When you act - look to this world of inquity. There are so many problems around us. Mad men running to and fro in the city square without a job or vocation. Distant realms where justice is delivered by tugging on the sleeve of the right lordling, who commands death with no due process. And they need not even be so grand as that. The conception of the Imperial State Army came at the thought of simple uniform regulations. The pale - at how Oren has only come together with the Kesha, the elves, through cooperation and fraternity. Look to the problems of the world - and have courage to sold them. Our prophets gave us that vigor. That is the rasa to providence.” Lydia d’Aryn: “Such an eloquent man, isn’t he? And made even mores charming by his mustache! Now what does the role of Arch-Chancellor entail, Sir Basrid?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Koh, where to begin. There have been seneschals and chancellors since the dawn of man. But in the age of the prophets, they did very little. A rare exception was St. Tobias the Blue. I consider him the first chancellor to truly rule - as his emperor reigned. Centuries from that precedent, the modern Arch-chancellor is a potent office. It has taken inspiration from the Palatine of Haense, even which afforded liberties far earlier than the Crownland. I assemble the cabinet that executes the policy of the Senate. And guide a harmonious vision towards improving the condition of our country. I am not as rich as the Minister Carrington… not half as drilled as General DeNurem… without the legalese of Senator May or Sir Frederick. But I can speak to them, and bring them together, and help endeavor to a better nation. Under the watchful eye of our sovereign.” Lydia d’Aryn: “So, for those in our audience both young and old, how might one start down the path to one day, perhaps, achieve your position? What are your tips on being a dutiful Arch-Chancellor?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Where to begin, so to say. I began as a chamberlain to the Holy Father - then the chamberlain to His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II. Then Vice-Chancellor to the Lord Protector, a Colonel in his army for some seven years… until His Imperial Majesty ascended and named me to that office. All of those vocations I took prior to this role were in service to the state. Find service in the many departments of the cabinet. Run in the fledgling House of Commons, and partake in the political sphere of Oren. Serve in the army and put time and resource towards the state, respecting its law and tradition. It will then, in turn, respect you.” Lydia d’Aryn: “So you say that state service is the best route to travel along. How thrilling! As a final question before we allow a line of questions for the Arch-Chancellor… of all of your peers, who both man and woman each, have you most admire? Of you greatest foes and headaches, who was your greatest challenge. And why those folk?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Hm… my generation was bitter, and without many heroes. A few peers of that generation that inspired me so would be His Imperial Majesty, Sir Frederick Armas, the Senator May, and General Sabari. The Emperor for his decisiveness in many plots cloaked in intrigue. Sir Frederick, for his brilliant legal mind - an architect for many of the bodies of representation we see today. The Senator May, as a tireless advocate for law and justice - and the General Sabari, a personal friend, who was aside me in the fledgling ISA against a great Nordling host. As to the greatest foe? It must be the Chief Godric so far - but no merely the man, but what he represented. The disregard for law, trial, and order, in lieu of backwardness, vigilancy, and arrogance… It was the antithesis of this empire. That Nordling War defined our character as one great body, against many disparate plots. Koh, I think I should go with that.” The transcription ends abruptly, it appears that the interview continued past what has been written...
  10. *A letter is set forth to the author of the notice* “Good day m’lady. I am happy to see others share the same passion of mine for the education of the youth and scholarly works. Please do come to the newly renovated Imperial Library. We could use your help.” -Xenon, Headmaster of the Imperial Library
  11. The Imperial Court of The Resettlement of the Curonian People 10th of Malins Welcome, 1763 Witnessed and written by, Xenon of ‘The Order of Sauros’ PRECOURT I arrived at court early, Sylvestre Halcourt asked the Emperor, Peter III where he should stand and then he called him forth to the stand next to the Vice-Chancellor Hugo. The Emperor, Peter III then called forth Veres Draskovits II to offer him a personal remark due to the earliness of the court. “I believe the impression the majority have is that the former Governor General has decided to destroy the province wholesale- that all are to be imported to the country about Helena.” Veres Draskovits II answered, “It does appear that way, your majesty. My brethren and I have spoken at length in regards to his missive” Emperor Peter III responded, “Curon is but a name, sir; one that has been rotting for too long” Veres Draskovits II replied “My ancestors and I would have to agree, your majesty. The attempts to revive what was once our cherished homeland failed, time and time again. We are, alas, at peace with it.” Emperor Peter III continued, “To let it persist in this languishing state would be torturous to you and your descendants. We plant something more humble, so that in the future, it may grow into the glory you remember.” “Of course. Thank you, my liege,” Veres Draskovits II replied. The court continued to wait for others to arrive, we all waited in anticipation of what would happen in the coming proceedings. Sylvestre Halcourt departed the throne room to gather any lost fellows. He proceeded back within the throne room, “My deepest apologies for my tardiness. The Army lads are very good at what they do, though! Thorough searches all around.” COURT Simon Basrid spoke forward, “Welcome to all, to his Imperial Majesty’s estate of Novellen. He calls us to court, to receive a petition and address. The context of the age is plain to all - the Ministry, under the Vice-Chancellor’s initiative, have made radical changes to the fabric of state. Many may have a query or question, and he aside his peer Sylvestre Halcourt are here to answer. But to all other fonts - we take to, for the business of state marches on.... Vice-Chancellor, if you would.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Of course. Thank you Arch-Chancellor. The primary issue we have assembled to discuss today is the imminent economic collapse of the territory formerly known as Curon. The local citizens under the guidance of Mister Halcourt, Governor-General, put in excellent work attempting to revitalize the region but ultimately were unable to restore the region. The Governor-General will detail the steps he has devised in the Edict of Resettlement that we will take to assure the safety and welfare of the Imperial citizens of the region.” Sylvestre Halcourt, dug into his satchel retrieving a copy of the Edict of Resettlement as servants passed out copies to those attending the court. Sylvestre Halcourt: “The first Provision of the Edict details that a number of families, in return for their loyal and dedicated service, are owed particular benefits if they so choose to accept them. As His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor, spoke of just moments ago, this is by no means a requirement to vacate and resettle. In fact, the House of Merentel and the House of Halcourt both, as far as I am aware, intend on maintaining their holdings in the province formerly known as Curon. Provision I also allows for individual citizens to seek me out if they desire housing in or near Helena. I will work with His Excellency the Minister of the Interior to ensure that any requests are swiftly fulfilled. Provision II simply declares the provincial government defunct. Accordingly, this is my final act as Governor-General, and governance of the province is hitherto ceded to the Basrid Ministry as it is a direct crown dominion. I understand you have concerns. I encourage you; let us resolve them together. Thank you for coming here, and let us get this underway.” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux spoke up in a rage, “Let me look upon the man who dares disband a kingdom and its people. Let me look upon the face of the Emperor who decrees it so, when I swore Curon’s oath of loyalty when the Morsgradian Hordes killed my cousin!” Sylvestre Halcourt, the former Governor-General lets out a sigh. Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “We will now open the Court to petitions. We will take petitions from Curon, pertaining to the Edict of Resettlement First.” Emperor, Peter III: “Do inform that rascal that no bodies have been disbanded. Though I could have his disbanded if he keeps acting up.” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux: “Should I be allowed forward to speak, my Emperor?” Sylvestre Halcourt: “As the Vice Chancellor stated, if anyone has questions, comments, or concerns: Please step forward and form a line so that your petitions may be heard in an orderly fashion” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux. You may address the dais.” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux frowns while taking a knee and kneeling before the throne respectfully, “My Emperor, what have you done? You have taken the hard work and monumental efforts of an entire people, an entire culture, and have reduced it to nothing with the stroke of a pen.” Veres Draskovits II standing next to me pinches the bridge of his nose as the Cardinal speaks. The whole room grows uneasy as the Cardinal directly questions the Emperor in such a way. Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux: “This decision was not made in council with the people the Governor-General is charged with overseeing. When announced, there was nothing but rage. How can this be so? Have we failed the Empire?” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Cardinal, the crown understands your passion and your sorrow. When good things come to an end it can be difficult. The death of our beloved province is a pain upon us all.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid raised his hand, “Cardinal an interjection.” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux: “Did we not build? Did we not fight? Has our shed blood meant nothing for this Empire? When the darkest of times came, and Curon quaked in fear, I promised them, PROMISED them, the Empire meant well. That they would aid and protect us. This, our reward?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “This is a policy of state, sir. Orchestrated thoroughly by the Vice-Chancellor and the Governor-General. You below to our sire, who reigns - but it is the cabinet that ruled” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux: “Then I would argue good sir, that the council did not consult at all with the people. None were even aware of this. All were waiting for our glorious rebuilding to be completed, when we could shine in glory once more. And now, there is nothing but shock and outrage, this is… not what I spoke of when I promised the Empire would protect Curon those years ago. This… this is what my enemies said would occur, and I denied it to the last with all my heart.” Veres Draskovits II rolled his shoulders in agreement but held his composure. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “I had delegated His Excellency to oversee the draft by which my ministry was told was the path forward to the province and its administration.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Cardinal your frustration and confusion is understandable. But you are projecting your personal feelings onto a province that does not share your views.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “I would stand by my Vice-Chancellor - but with that context, I would let him deliberate on the discourse and nature leading to these events.” Cardinal Wilhelm Devereux: “I admit, I failed my people, and was found wanting in rulership. But this… this feels like nothing but a betrayal, of a people who served the Empire as much as we could. I have said all I can say. I have served Curon, as I could. I have served the Empire, as I could. Now, I serve GOD. I pray he will find Justice in this, for I cannot.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “The steps the Governor-General and I have taken, on behalf of the Crown and Ministry, remain in the interest of the citizens of the Province. The state failed, we will do everything within our power to support the people there moving forward, in a way that we were not previously able.” Sylvester Halcourt: “The Kingdom of Curon still exists as a legal entity. The provincial government was formally dissolved. Constituent groups still remain. The Barony of Merentel and the Barony of Artois are examples. There are further groups with which the Vice Chancellor and I are in ongoing negotiations with to determine a best path forward.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “The next few years of this process are integral. It is my hope that we can find a balance within the citizens of the region, and demonstrate to those who doubt the decision made by the Ministry and Governor-General will be in the interests and to the benefit of all Imperial Citizens.” Beyarin Silversteed steps forward, looking at Sylvestre Halcourt then to the rest of the dias. “Ahm sure nae many ahv yew know who ah am. M’name is Beyarin Silversteed. Ah served Curon loyally in a time where war had nae ripped et apart. Ahv seen battle, battle’s where Curonian men and women bled fer ‘tis Empire. Ah- ah’d be lying ef ah did nae say that ah wasn’t shocked. Curon ‘ad seemed tew be on te uptick. Et ‘ad seemed like life was finally startin’ tew be breathed back inte te nation which ah love. Ah suppose tha’ ahm curious tew know why exactly ‘tis conclusion ‘as been struck. Ahm frightened fer m’own future now, given m’old age, ‘n nae only tha but fer te future generations ahv te Silversteed family. Curon ‘as been ‘ome tew m’family fer near sixteh years now… where are we te go?” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “It is the objective of the Ministry to alleviate all fear that may associate itself with tides of change. Allow us to clarify. People are not being forced from their homes. If you desire to remain in your home within the Territory previously called the Province of Curon, you are at liberty to do so.” A random cough comes from the audience in correction, “Kingdom.” Beyarin Silversteed: “One more thing. Wit’ all ‘tose powdered wigs… ah feel like ahm in more ahv a circus ‘ten a court meeting. Consider et a suggestion fer te next session ye old.” Lord John: “Come tell that to my wig, sir. My cane waits an answer for you.” Emperor Peter III: “At peace, Lord Selm.” Lord John: “Yes. my Emperor.” Lord Wilheim Rutledge: “Assault my fellow Curonian, and I will have to break thy cane in self-defense for assaulting an old man.” Emperor Peter III: “He insults his Emperor in his liege’s own home - do see him out with haste.” The guards escort out Beyarin Silversteed without much altercation aside from various commotion from the audiences. Vice-Chancellor Hugo looks to Lord Wilhelm Rutledge, “Please state your name and address the courts.” Lord Wilheim Rutledge: “My name is Wilheim Rutledge and I am here to petition about the freehold that Rutledge is to be given in the Edict of Resettlement. Men and women like me are not suited for the forwardness of the nearby crownlands. I was hoping that it would be possible if my Freehold be moved closer to Curon, so that my family can retain our peace of mind.” Veres Draskovits II shakes his head as the old Curonian is escorted out of the palace. Vice-Chancellor Hugo scratches his chin as he looks to the Sylvestre Halcourt. Lord Wilheim Rutledge: “People like me, we do not belong in Kaedrin or in Helena, we would only feel like strangers and outside with our way of life.” Sylvestre Halcourt: “I would ask why this is so, mister. Kaedrin is one thing, but -- what do you fear in Helena? I know you value inclusion, Mr. Rutledge. Helena is truly the pinnacle of inclusion. Dark elvel servants work in the palace; immigrants run small businesses; et cetera, et cetera. But -- if it is your wish that your freehold be in the province formerly known as Curon, then we may meet afterwards to discuss this. His Imperial Majesty has graciously noted that it is a possibility.” Emperor Peter III: “If Mister Rutledge desires his home where his heart lies, give him no grief. The Drumm Railway provides easy access across the Empire regardless.” Lord Wilheim Rutledge: “May I be dismissed? I worry for the old fart that has been dragged out.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “You’re dismissed.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “State your name and petition” City Clerk Philip Louis: “On behalf of the City, I wish to speak to the Curonians, if possible.” Veres Draskovits II perks up to listen to the City Clerk. City Clerk Philip Louis: “Philp Louis Pruvia of Provins, City Clerk of Helena.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “State your petition.” City Clerk Philip Louis: “After discussing with my colleagues within the City Government and various Secretaries, we as a collective have come to an agreement for housing any willing to reside within the walls of Helena. To help alleviate the stress of travels and relocation, the City does see fit to declare that any Curonians willing to immigrate to the Capital will be granted a quaint property to call their own - Free of Charge. Please seek out myself or my Stewards to be accomodated.” Veres Draskovits II: “How thoughtful” City Clerk Philip Louis: “Thank you,” he dips his head retracting himself from the floor. Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “The Ministry thanks the Office of the City Clerk for arranging this accomodation on behalf of the displaced peoples. We now open the court general petition from the rest of the Empire. Please form an orderly line.” Emperor Peter III: “It would seem people have come for what they desired, Vice Chancellor.” Vice-Chancellor Hugo scans the room for potential petitioners. Emperor Peter III: “If nothing, the Secretary of the Interior will dictate the edict to those present.” Lord John: “I have a small point of observation for the Court.” Cardinal Wilheim Devereux leaps up from his chair in a rage, “GOD will remember this, Halcourt! GOD will see justice done! When CURON rises again, and the blood of the bear waxes strong, all will remember the part you played in its history.” The room grows uneasy again at the rage of the Cardinal. Others scream back at the Cardinal to cease his rants. Vice-Chancellor Hugo: “Lord John of Selm will petition the Crown” Emperor Peter III speaks quietly amongst the dias towards Sylvestre Halcourt, “GOD will remember the care you have given its people, indeed.” Lord John beckons to his wife, “Wife, come to me.” And so she approaches the floor with her husband. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Be on with it, Lord Selm.” Lord John: “Yes, yes. My wife is a shy creature, but an ambitious one. The Lady Ruthern is gone, and the Pruvian lady as well, who administered your courtly events. She has expressed interest to me. That she takes upon these mantles.” Sylvestre Halcourt: “Mister Merentel, I fought tooth and nail to ensure that your family continued to enjoy a peerage. I dedicated every living moment to the betterment of my people. But therein is the issue -- there is no meaningful population any longer. The province has fallen apart. Hence, the Edict allows for a new era in Curonian history. If you seek further commentary, then take to the line of petitioners. Thank you.” Lord John: “My wife is perhaps the single most experienced Lady with regard to courtly affairs, I think it a fair fit.” Simon Basrid: “Is Lady Selm not the standing majordomo? Perhaps my nephew has been remiss in his appointments.” Vespira: “With due respect to my Lord-Husband, I have already been alloted appropriate positioning within the Courtly atmosphere- though, mayhaps he intends to make it clear that I fully mean to realize my duties within the coming months.” Lord John: “Yes, this, then, my wife corrects me so perfectly as she is so often compelled to in my ramblings.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “A worthy announcement. The commissioner's work has seen fruition, and the estate Novellen blooms with mera.” Lord John: “I have a second petition, though.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Of course, let us heat it, Lord Selm.” Lord John: “Sir Oskar von Tripiz is a most honorable warrior of our most glorious Empire. I assume nothing of the Crown’s intentions, but only hope the Court recognizes that his Knighthood is Kaedreni in nature, which is all but a defunct state! I hope that he is properly considered for an Imperial Knighthood for his service, in the coming years. This will be all from myself, though” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid nods in contemplation over the proposal. Richard Helvets: “Sir John, insults are unbecoming of you. If you wish not to mince words over my homeland we can revert to steel instead. After this session of course.” Lord John: “You take an insult, Lord Richard, from honest words; that is your own prerogative.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid raises a hand to the audience “Enough. Princess Imperial.” Princess Anne Augusta: “Your Excellency?” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “It is known Oskar van Tirpitz is one of your most leal champions.” Princess Anne Augusta: “He is a favorite of mine, yes” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “His billet is known for guarding your person. Do you see him worthy of this honor - to be inducted among the Lion Knights of yore? His character, conditions, and service, all telling of that honor?” Princess Anne Augusta: “In full transparency, I intended to make such a request myself. I could think of no man more suited.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid nodded, turning his eyes to the Kaedreni warrior, “Stand before the dias, brigadier. Oskar van Tripitz, I have seen to your own legend myself in your daring rescue of the Princess Imperial against brigands and horrors. You have taken the good and powerful values of Kaedrin and brought them to this Imperial Court. Diligence, excellence, and martial brilliance - the saints of that legend must smile at you. The Basrid Ministry does see fit to confer you membership into the most ancient and most noble Imperial Order of the Lion. A fraternity dating back to the age of the Prophets. Will you recite the Nauzican Oath, and join that treasured brotherhood?” Oskar van Tirpitz nods beginning his recital of the oath, ”I swear to be true to the Emperor and the realm and not to maintain silence about any evil that I may know which is being contemplated against them. I swear to work tirelessly to the betterment of the Empire and the Orenian people that comprise it. I swear also not to eat or drink with traitors and not to have anything in common with them, and always to defend the honor of the gentlemen I serve. This I swear by the Holy Scrolls.” Princess Anne Augusta then approached Oskar van Tirpitz placing the robes of the Great Cloak of Power upon his person. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Behold! Subjects of the Empire. I present to you Sir Oskar van Tirpitz, Knight of the Order of the Lion.” The room erupts in cheering and congratulations for the newly honored Imperial Knight. Emperor Peter III: “Mister Halcourt- next time, take care not to stand direct in front of the Emperor. I was sure it was the back of your head petitioning that whole time.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid waves a hand towards the thundering applause. He looks to the Emperor before looking back to the Court. “We may dismiss this court now, with His Imperial Majesty’s leave.” Emperor Peter III: “The Secretary of the Interior will first dictate the edict.” Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “Of course. Lord Helena, if you would so conclude with that legislation.” Minister of Interior Joseph Clement: “It shall be done.” He steps before the court, an Imperial Edict in both hands bearing the seal of the Emperor. Minister of Interior Joseph Clement then proceeds to read the Edict of Resettlement: TO OUR BELOVED NATION, On this day, the 19th of Owyn’s Flame, 1763, the Crown of the Holy Orenian Empire does see fit to resettle the people of the province of Curon, under the advice of the Governor-General. The province has operated upon the verge of collapse for many decades, and at this stage, the status quo has proven untenable. Accordingly, the Governor-General and the Basrid Ministry have drafted this edict to rectify the unfortunate situation that has developed in the province. Due to the social and commercial inactivity of the province of Curon, the Governor-General and the Imperial Crown shall enforce the following decree, to assure that residents of this province are protected and properly accommodated. It is our goal to provide a meaningful life to each and every Imperial subject, and by means of this edict, we are ensuring that all former Curonians have the opportunity to find employment and fulfillment in our Empire. As such, we do resolve... Notable families from the former province of Curon will be doled out plots of land in the Crownlands, that they might construct for themselves manorly estates befitting families of their stature. The families being awarded this rare honor are as follows. To be awarded a full household and estate as befitting holders of peerages; The House of Halcourt, as chiefed by The Rt Hon. Winifred Halcourt, Baroness of Artois, and her servants. The House of Merentel, as chiefed by The Rt Hon. Andromeda Merentel, Baroness of Merentel, and her servants. To be awarded a manor in freehold outside the city of Helena; The Surany family, as chiefed by Ms. Georgina Surany. The Rutledge family, as chiefed by Mr. Wilheim Rutledge. The Farlander family, as chiefed by Ms. Azalea Farlander. A skilled Imperial architect has been hired to assist in the construction efforts. Those who have enlisted in the Imperial State Army’s 3rd Regiment, known colloquially as the Curonian Marines, shall be promptly transferred with the abolition of this regiment. Former marines will become gazetted soldiers of the 1st Regiment. These personnel will be assigned to the 2nd Brigade under the command of General Alren DeNurem. They will be reacclimated to Imperial State Army standards before receiving a new assignment. These recruits must report to a 1st Regiment officer as soon as possible. Other residents of Curon may petition Mr. Sylvester Halcourt [Lyonharted#0001 on Discord] to secure housing in and around the Imperial City of Helena. The Ministry of the Interior will work to satisfy all requests with urgency. As of the promulgation of this edict, the province of Curon’s government shall be dissolved, including any provincial or local offices associated with it. The polity and nomenclature of Curon shall be henceforth abolished in full, including any institutions of governance associated with it. His Imperial Majesty shall retain the prerogative to reincorporate the land as he sees fit, as it continues to remain in his personal demesne. The Crown of the Holy Orenian Empire thanks the officers and citizens of the province of Curon for their service to the State. The ministry fully understands the difficulty of this situation and the strife that it has created amongst the population. It is our utmost priority to assure that the citizens remain healthy and safe during this transition, and that their economic and social welfare is protected. The 1st Regiment and the Imperial Vice Chancellor shall be deployed at the disposal of the Governor-General, to assist in the transition on behalf of the Ministry. For the Glory of Our Empire, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Peter III, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Salvus, and Seventis, King-Elect of Kaedrin, Prince of Malinor, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Lorraine and Roden, Baron of Sedan, Vitzburg, and Sedai, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera. Minister of Interior Joseph Clement: “Go in peace, and may GOD save the Emperor. Arch-Chancellor Simon Basrid: “GOD save the Emperor”, everyone in the court follows in saying this. Emperor Peter III: “To add to this edict - any utterance of ‘Ave’ within Novellen will inflict a five-hundred Mina fine. GOD with you all.” Emperor Peter III speaks quietly to the dias, “That went much better than expected, you know.” And thus concludes the Imperial Court session of 10th Malin’s Welcome, 1763 [So for some reason, the italicization of the dialogue did not want to transfer to the forum post, so heres the link to the google document. It has better formatting.] [ https://docs.google.com/document/d/167UEvvST4g24___sWOyqyQbTnOeTfdTC3MPP9mS8yDE/edit?usp=sharing ]
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