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  1. “Ah, a decent proclamation by our emperor,” offers the Premier of Kaedrin to his secretary, “Though as their leaders are under the spell of the Great Deceiver, who wishes us to fight one another to serve his twisted aims, they may prefer war. I do not blame them for being so misled – he is a most tricksy demon, who we too have fallen victim to at times. But perhaps I am wrong, and maybe they shall elect to be something other than his puppet. After all, why is this nonsense even worth any elven lives at all?”
  2. hello argonian

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  3. @Trenchist The Premier of Kaedrin reads the missive in the Commonwealth’s secure situation room, tiny eye-glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. His gnarled hands, messy with the salty juice from the Ruberni mud-crab he is sharing with Samuel de Langford, stain his copy of the parchment all over. “Ever read the Canon, lieutenant colonel? No? Well, somewhere in one of the apocrypha I remember reading a story on how the false priests of Harren prayed loudly on the street corners so that everyone might know how righteous they were.” He pushes forward the document, placing a handful of the succulent crab meat within his slack jaw. “These coalitionist gentlemen remind me of them, in their false humility. The Nordling chieftain will sign simply his name, making quite a loathsome song-and-dance about how humble and honorable and free of sin he is. He writes of the accursed, duplicitous southern lawyers and Helena politicians in nearly every sentence. Yet as with all of the Great Deceiver’s servants, he is to his core obsessed with meaningless sinecures and entitlements. In the very same breath, he preaches about the ‘theft of titles’ and ‘ancient rights’ as if some forgotten peerages are the most important thing in this world.” “It’s a damned strange thing, isn’t it? This is a fine missive from this Devereaux ruler. I never thought I would see the day when it was somehow shameful to show loyalty to your Emperor.”
    1. Esterlen


      Who is this woman you have shrunk?

    2. Knox


      Is this your spell book gypsy?

  4. Esterlen

    On Telemari

    A letter is returned to Ser Loras’ return address in the mail. ”Dear sir, Your words do me great service, and I am pleased that you concur with my hypothesis on these wastrels. It would be my pleasure to donate any proceeds of this work to your foundation. Enclosed you shall also find a promissory note which you may redeem at the nearest branch of the Denims-Therving Bank, drawn from my account there. Warmest regards, A Friend to Augustus.”
  5. Esterlen

    On Telemari

    ON TELEMARI A brief guide C. 1745 What is a telemari? The term ‘telemari’ is derived from the apocryphal Kingdom of Telemar, which was well-known to chroniclers as the first reference to these people in history. A telemari is an anomaly. It is a person who belongs to a ‘civilisation’ (If you can call it that) with no history, no culture, and incredibly little of any worth. The primary means by which he gets what he wants is by begging. If that is not successful, he will swindle or rob you. He prefers to stab you in the back, and feels no shame in betraying you. Having a friendship with a telemari is comparable to having a friendship with a crazed and rabid dog - likely to be very brief, and you will inevitably get bitten. What is the character of a telemari? A telemari is, by his very nature, a parasite. He has never worked an honest profession in his life. He begs, lies, cajoles and steals. He has no loyalty to anyone except himself, no honour of code of ethics. He is illiterate, though, and typically rather cowardly. A simple census-taker is enough to scare him into hiding, possibly because he is deeply ashamed of his illiteracy or possibly because he fears apprehension for his crimes if his identity becomes known. What do telemari want? As they are to humanity as cockroaches are to the insect family, telemari are governed by their most basic urges. Coin and material goods are an example of such, but the most significant is their lust for titles. The telemari pursues titles, especially titles of aristocracy, that he does not deserve. He will imagine up that he is a ‘prince’, or an ‘archduke’, or the ‘lord high everything else’. Telemari never have real noble blood. They are imposters whose ancestors were of an unwanted, nomadic criminal caste for hundreds of years. Telemari are incredibly self-aggrandizing, and will name anything they can after themselves. This is also partially because they have no folk heroes, as they have no history or legends. In his pursuit of titles, he will go to the Great Deceiver for aid, an Ibleesian entity who will promise him the world while operating exclusively in the shadows. The Great Deceiver’s primary tactic is to promise the impossible, which appeals greatly to the telemari, as he covets what he does not deserve. If you do not give a telemari what he is begging you for, or perhaps you do not show him the respect he claims he is owed by virtue of his fabricated titles, he will become furious and violent with you. What else makes a telemari a telemari? The most defining aspect of a telemari (Other than his shameless behaviour) is that despite his claims otherwise, his people have no culture and no history. Until around sixty years ago, they were nomadic and travelled in caravans, lying, swindling and murdering. They had no systems of writing before that time, and no history that has not been fabricated after-the-fact. How do you tell a telemari by his name? Well, the answer is that you can’t by that alone. Telemari purloin their names from other cultures, whether they are Heartlander, Highlander, or Farfolk. Perhaps between themselves they call each other by arcane and mysterious true names, however, if this is the case, it is not known to us. They do this for two reasons: firstly, because they have no cultural heritage, no language, no names of their own to employ in the first place. Secondly, the telemari desires to blend in, to assuage his targets of their own security by presenting an image of familiarity. One must constantly keep an eye out for this insidious trickery. What faith do telemari profess? All sorts of faiths, but usually Canonism in contemporary times. No other faith can provide them with the necessary cover they need to stab as many victims in the back as they can, and steal as much from them as they can. They do, however, have no loyalty to this faith and would renounce it at a moment’s notice if it will help them get what they want, as they have no principles. What do I do if I encounter a telemari? Telemari must be avoided at all costs. The first thing you must do if you encounter a telemari is ignore him. Most likely, he will persist and beg you for money. If ignoring fails, you must turn to him, and you must say: “Go away, telemari!” with a forceful voice. If this does not work, you must defend yourself. Where do telemari live? They have a presence everywhere, but primarily live in the Gypsywood north of Kaedrin, south of Haense and west of Curon.
  6. ((What a wonderful and unique group you’re writing here! I have to say I like it a lot. Back in 2015 (Vailor) we had a Tatar-inspired culture for a little event-line we did called the Tarchary Crusade. It never really got off the ground as a player-group and was never intended to do so anyway, but hey, why not set up a connection between the two in some capacity? If you’re interested, I’ve got some links to some info for that whole thing.))
  7. “We are one empire, one country,” offers the Premier of Kaedrin to his honorable friends Colonel de Langford and the Count de Reden, while a chambermaid re-powders their wigs with a wooden hand-bellows, “These pagan and nonhuman marauders who seek to destroy humanity have tried hundreds of times before in history. Never have they succeeded. The gypsy always comes off short in the end – that is why he is the gypsy.” @Zhulik @Trenchist
  8. Ah, a possibility. Who, then, was his successor as magnate of Kaedrin?
  9. THE COMMONWEALTH OF KAEDRIN “One God, one country and one law.” The Maxim of St. Peter CONTENTS I. The Crown II. The Constitution III. The Cabinet IV. The House of Electors V. The House of Commons VI. The Soldiery VII. The Chronicle I. THE CROWN The Commonwealth of Kaedrin is a constitutional elective monarchy, whereby the king, who is entitled King of Kaedrin and Grand Duke of Ves, serves until death or abdication as head of state, with a civil governor known as the Governor-General acting as head of government and bearing the delegated royal prerogative. The monarch is elected by the House of Electors under a series of strict criteria, with the polity’s governing document known as the Instrument of Government of 1730. REIGNING KING His Majesty, Adrian I of the House of Helvets, King of Kaedrin and Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Cathalon, Lord of the Rhoswenii and Captain and Defender of Liberty. (1725 - present) INCUMBENT GOVERNOR-GENERAL His Excellency the Right Honorable Sir Richard de Reden, Governor-General of Kaedrin, Imperial Secretary of Intelligence, Count of Kreden, Baron of Caer Bann (1725 - 1729; 1740 - present) II. THE CONSTITUTION The Commonwealth of Kaedrin is governed by virtue of the Instrument of Government of 1730, which is colloquially known as the Constitution. It establishes processes for the government as well as the election of the monarch. It can be found in full here. III. THE CABINET The Kaedreni Council of State, known in shorthand simply as the Cabinet (Though not to be confused with the equivalent Imperial-level body) is the governing council of the Commonwealth, who in theory serve at the pleasure of the Crown. Only three Cabinet offices are formalized within the Constitution, however, in practice the Crown may appoint others to sit upon the Council of State in the capacity of advisers. The Cabinet currently consists of: Mr. Frederick Armas Premier and Secretary of State of Internal Affairs of the Commonwealth Col. Godwin de Reden Colonel of the 2nd Regiment of Grenadiers, informal advisor Lt. Col. Samuel de Langford Lieutenant Colonel of the 2nd Regiment of Grenadiers, informal advisor IV. THE HOUSE OF ELECTORS The House of Electors serves as the upper house of the Diet of Kaedrin, the legislature of the Commonwealth. All peers who hold a hereditary peerage from baron through to duke are entitled to a life-long seat within the House of Electors, who elect the king from those candidates eligible under the Constitution. Unlike most other human realms, all land in the Commonwealth of Kaedrin is under the direct administrative control of the Crown, and by extension, the office of the Governor-General. Accordingly, these peers do not maintain political control over the land attached to their titles, bearing the nomenclature alone as a courtesy. This does not mean these titles are simply titular, as technically, the land to which they appertain exists. In order of precedence, the House of Electors currently consists of: His Grace the Duke of Cathalon Adrian Helvets, concurrently King of Kaedrin The Right Honorable Count of Kreden Richard de Reden His Lordship the Baron of Aldenburg Caius Marna V. THE HOUSE OF COMMONS The House of Commons serves as the lower house of the Diet of Kaedrin, the legislature of the Commonwealth, and is comprised of elected membership from the various other estates of the realm. However, the House of Commons has been in a state of formal dissolution since 1740 with the increasing militarization of the realm. VI. THE SOLDIERY THE SECOND REGIMENT The Commonwealth Grenadiers The domain of Kaedrin is protected and served by the 2nd Regiment of Grenadiers of the Imperial State Army, known colloquially as the Commonwealth Grenadiers, who are sworn as defenders of the Constitution and the flag. The 2nd Regiment is divided up into constituent brigades, which each have their own nickname and utility, and can be found in greater detail here. VII. THE CHRONICLE THE ORDER OF THE WHITE ROSE (1414 - 1420) The first Kingdom of Kaedrin was established as not a state with an army, but an army with a state, the army therein being the infamous Order of the White Rose of yore. This military realm was in many ways a pseudo-democracy, with the kingship tied to the office of Grand Master which was elected from among the institution’s knightly membership. HIS MAJESTY, St. Peter I of the House of Chivay (r. 1414 - 1420) The first King of Kaedrin, Peter the First rose from Aeldenic mercenary to sovereign of the era’s most indisputably powerful realm in a lifetime. As founder and Grand Master of the Order of the White Rose, Peter’s service (And that of his knight-brothers) to the Emperor in conquering the elven tribes of Malinor led to the formation of the kingdom from the newly settled western frontier. A policy of expansion, colonization and forced conversion followed that would establish Kaedrin in the annals of history as a quasi-military settler state. In 1420, he abdicated his throne with the Exodus, with the gentryman Edmond Brunswick (St. Edmond) becoming elected Grand Master. As he was of too low birth to accede to the throne in proper, the title of King of Kaedrin reverted to William I, who was Holy Orenian Emperor. FOOTNOTE: Later, around c. 1426, the Emperor would be forced to grant the lands of Kaedrin and the west to the King of the Harrenites, Lachlan Mor Elendil, which would precipitate the Harrenite War. The defeat of the Harrenites in this conflict by Prophet Sigismund and his Karovic heirs would result in their adoption of the style of ‘King of Kaedrin’, until the assassination of Francis the Martyr in 1456. THE THIRD EMPIRE (1456 - 1467) The Kingdom of Kaedrin was restored, in part, in 1456, when Peter the First returned thirty-six years after the catastrophic Exodus to claim the title of Holy Orenian Emperor in the chaos that followed King Francis’ assassination in 1456. HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, St. Peter I of the House of Chivay (2nd. r. 1456 - 1462) With the help of his nephew, Robert, and Imperial Fieldmarshal, Vibius Hanseticus de Sola, Peter cowed the quarrelsome nobility of the era, returning to the throne of Kaedrin while serving concurrently as Holy Orenian Emperor. This ushered in the Third Empire, bringing about a new age of human domination over the world with the construction of the cities of Kaldonia, Tempum and finally Petrus. Peter’s reign as Holy Orenian Emperor would reign victorious over the nonhumans who engaged him in war, falling each and every time, with those enemies he had within the Empire cowed by his domineering, charismatic presence. Already a venerable man of 96 by the time of his second ascension, Peter I died in his sleep at the age of 102, having reigned for six golden years. HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Robert I of the House of Chivay (r. 1462 - 1467) It was Peter’s nephew, Robert, who succeeded him to the throne of the Holy Orenian Empire and of Kaedrin. The son of Thomas Chivay and his half-elven bride, Robert’s status as a quadroon of elvish blood proved increasingly unpopular with his subjects, who had spent most of their lifetime fighting an eternal war against mendacious nonhuman polities. This was complicated by rumoured dalliances with pagan rituals in the deep woods of the Crownlands. When he made a humiliating peace with the nonhumans, the proverbial knives came out. Though he was not entirely uncharismatic, Robert did not bear the same imposing presence as his uncle, and after five years of rule was deposed by Vibius Hanseticus, who seized the capital city with the aid of the Duke of Ruska and Richard de Bar. FOOTNOTE: The Duke of Ruska’s acclamation as Holy Orenian Emperor spelled the functional end of the Kingdom of Kaedrin as a political entity, leading to its absorption to the Imperial Crown. Successive rulers of humanity would continue to use the style, however, as an addendum upon their titles. THE OLD COMMONWEALTH (1518 - 1543) The Savoyard dynasty who ruled the Kingdom of Oren from 1498 to 1526 were descended primarily from St. Lucien, who was one of the founders of the Order of the White Rose. Having been raised on stories of the Order’s glory, in 1518 King Olivier, a known Kaedrenophile, undertook a plan to restore Kaedrin as a subsidiary realm to guard the elven frontier. This realm was ruled by a noble of ducal rank entitled ‘magnate’, who was elected for life from among the local peers, and was known as the Commonwealth of Kaedrin, known to historians as the Old Commonwealth or the Savoyard Commonwealth. HIS GRACE, Cantonus Chivay (r. 1518 - 1543) To aid him in his plan, Olivier recruited one of the last living dynasts of the House of Chivay, Cantonus, as the inaugural Magnate of Kaedrin. With Foltest Helvets (The Count of Hengtfors), Adam de Gleveisen (The Count of Redmark) and later Ingrid de Wett (The Baroness of Wett) as his aristocratic subsidiaries, Cantonus directed the Kaedreni settlers towards loyalty to his royal benefactor in the catastrophic Duke’s War. A competent administrator, an almost omnipotent spymaster yet a most disagreeable man in his personal life, Cantonus developed a deadly rivalry with the commander-in-chief of the royalist forces, Augustus de Sola, which would later be exacerbated when the general was awarded with the former territories of rebellious Adria, which bordered his land. Though Cantonus was an initial supporter of John I, who came to the throne in 1526 with the demise of the Savoyard dynasty, the Emperor’s closeness to Augustus drove him away from court and into bitter obscurity. He died some time in 1543, and John I issued the Act of Merger which awarded the lands of Kaedrin to Augustus, who was by then Duke of Lorraine, thus spelling the end of the old Commonwealth. FOOTNOTE: The Act of Merger of 1543 merged the lands of the former Commonwealth into the estate of the Dukes of Lorraine, who from that point onward employed the style of Duke of Kaedrin in a form of real union. On paper, Kaedrin persisted under them, however, in practise it was dissolved as a polity, with no serious historians or chroniclers considering the Archduke of Lorraine to have ruled over a contiguous Kaedreni entity in this period. After the end of the Fifth Empire in 1595, most successive emperors claimed the title of King of Kaedrin. THE NEW COMMONWEALTH (1725 - present) The New Commonwealth was forged in the crucible of the Troubles, established in 1725 by Adrian Helvets, a descendant of the Count of Hengtfors, and the Captain-General of the Caer Bann Company, Richard de Reden, a fearsome condottiero. Rising from the ashes of the old Republic of Ves, to whom Kaedrin had a connection through Lorraine and Adria, this Commonwealth is a legal personal union between the two titles of King of Kaedrin and Grand Duke of Ves. The polity is intentionally modelled off a blend of the Order’s realm of yore, the Old Commonwealth and the Republic. It is a constitutional monarchy as well as a quasi-military state with specific democratic elements. HIS MAJESTY, Adrian I of the House of Helvets (r. 1725 - present) Born under the name of Helton Hadrian Helvets, Adrian I began his life as an exiled noble from an old, prestigious yet impoverished Kaedreni house. As a young adult he owned and operated a successful winery, however, with the War of Two Emperors it fell on hard times and so he emigrated to the Republic of Ves. Forging an alliance with the condottiero Richard de Reden and his Caer Bann Company of Kaedreni mercenaries, Adrian subverted the decaying republic and became undisputed sovereign of the territory, establishing in its wake the restored Commonwealth - a constitutional monarchy based on old Kaedreni principles. For four years, he enjoyed indisputable success as the foremost power in the Empire, however a controversial officer’s purge in 1729 amid rumours of a coup led to Count de Reden’s resignation and the slow diminishment of the realm in the ensuing decade. In 1740, Count de Reden was finally returned to the office of Governor-General with the king surrendering the royal prerogative to him under the terms of the Constitution.
  10. You had best bring your powder.

  11. LETTERS FROM A FARMER IN KAEDRIN to The Inhabitants and Subjects of the Empire on The Brotherhood of Mankind 10 S.E 1741 My dear countrymen, I am a farmer, perhaps much more of a hobbyist than a subsistencer, settled with small-hold in the western reaches of the old Commonwealth. What I grow with the harvest, I mostly sell or supply to the militia, for I have been blessed to receive an education in jurisprudence and history, and have made a comfortable living as a solicitor-at-law. I am grateful to the Almighty for this privileged position, but I fear that many have not the same enthusiasm for the days of yore as I do. This I worry about, for as goes the old adage; those who do not study their history are doomed to repeat it. Since my youth, I have been a patriot, for not simply the land upon which I happen to reside but humanity as a whole. No student of history can finish his letters without becoming such, because when humanity is united and working towards a shared goal, anything is possible. The only circumstance in which this can be done is through a central, governing authority that both charters the rights of its subjects while also requiring them to, in part, defer their own interests to that of the collective and the whole. This is the purpose of Oren - a collaboration to achieve greatness. But what is Oren? In Flexio, ‘Orenia’ simply means ‘humanity’. To be an Orenian means nothing other than to be a human. This is an incontrovertible, undeniable state of being that cannot be muddied by denial or obfuscation: ergo, like it or not, if you are a human, you are an Orenian. There can be nothing less partisan or factional. There are those unfortunate souls who persist to undermine this, to shift the definition of something that by nature is fixed for short-sighted political purposes. They will speak of Haense, Kaedrin, Curon, Helena and then Oren, as if Oren is some external entity and not the fatherland from which these other entities have sprung. There are those who wonder why Oren would rush to defend Haense from Nordling aggression, when they very easily could have stood aside and done nothing so as to save themselves the trouble. This is the most curious and ***** fiction that I have ever heard propagated. Because the Haeseni people, just like the Kaedreni people and the Curonian people and the Crownlander people, are all Orenians. An attack on one singular Haeseni from a singular pagan devil-worshipper is an attack on us all. It is the responsibility of the fatherland to protect its children, just as it is the responsibility of the children to contribute to the household and show filial piety. There exists a social contract between the governed party and the governing party, and our humanity is one comprised of constituent parts that are governed. Make no mistake, this is not some federation that can be simply torn apart by partisan interests, where the parties involved pick and choose which statutes they shall obey and which they shall find more convenient to ignore. We are an empire, one country, under one sovereign, with one law and the blessing of one deity. All of the heroes of yore, the figures of greatness that we hold aloft as our paragons, accept this. From Saint Thomas to Mirtok DeNurem to Andrik Vydra to Olivier de Savoie to Emperor Augustus, all believed in the brotherhood of humanity over all. (INSET: The Battle of Seahelm, where the Rurikid-Nordlings were defeated in the mid 16th century by the army of John II. Marie-Antoine Dujardin, c. 1707) We must protect our own to the very end, but we must also accept that we are in this together: before we are anything else, we must be Orenian and Imperial, working together and not against each other. Since the demise of the Fifth Empire, this dream has degraded, and so too has our quality of life. We are meaner, crueler, our living conditions smaller and more destitute. We are bitter, torn up between grudges and provincial rivalries, having lost sight of our common goal. The cities of Helena and Reza are, combined, only three-quarters as large as Johannesburg was by all historical accounts. We have become obsessed with titles, peerages, pride and systems of deference to nobility. That is not what to be Orenian ought to be about. It is about ordinary people, working together as a ship’s crew do, under the one captain who establishes its direction. Without the crew working together, there is mutiny and collapse. Without the captain’s direction, the ship is aimless and listless as it drifts across the great oceans of the world. We must depart, at last, from conflict between dynastic ambitions and feuding families. Many may read this letter and think of writing back to me with an excuse, justifying what is tantamount to race treason through rhetoric or legal fiction. To say ‘my rival did this first, and so I am righteous’ is no argument at all. That is tribalism of the greatest form. There are some who have become so caught up in the force of arms that they believe to kill is to be inherently right. There has never been a more dangerous fiction in our history. Without law and righteousness, to take up arms and shed blood is nothing more than tribal warfare. If we do not protect those who must be protected from undue harm or if we raise our blades merely because we can, we are no different to animals. If we do not conduct ourselves with true righteousness, lawful integrity and patriotism above all, we are damned souls who shall burn for all eternity. I believe in our country and the betterment of humanity above all. I implore you as my countrymen to heed this philosophy. Yours sincerely, A farmer in Kaedrin.
  12. 18 Harren’s Folly, 1741 Somewhere in the foothills of Mount Saint Catherine, the clinking sound of a shovel digging in the dirt echoed through a secluded crevice. It was an old, decrepit thing - both the shovel and its wielder - which both seemed to unearth less and less with every clink. This was no labourer on the payroll of Count de Reden. Instead, his frilled sleeves stained with brown-and-grey dust, his periwig askew and his jaw customarily slack, a Harrenite man-of-letters took the role of ditch-digger. It would be almost an hour before he found it, for he was far past his prime, but when the shovel gave the familiar clank of hitting its target he ushered a sigh of relief to know that it had not been uncovered. With some difficulty and ragged breathing, the solicitor dragged the chest out of the ground (a few earthworms and beetles coming along with it) while fumbling with the key he usually kept around his neck. The last time that key had been used, Godfrey II was emperor and reigning victorious over mankind. What he had buried here was enough to have him hanged in those times. He wondered if the worms had eaten it as he stuck the key in and flipped the latch, rusty and embossed with the letters ‘J.M.C’, open. They had not. A crusty old inkpot, a series of different quills and a worn leather cylinder for carrying all sorts of scrolls and papers remained inside. Most impressively was the collection of parchments and books that had been organised within the chest. It was a practical portable museum to the cause of Joseph of Marna - he remembered that he had original copies of all of the infamous Circular Letters (except two, which were re-prints), a number of old poems, war plans and tomes. Years ago, even in defeat, he had been so proud to have fought in a rebellion, to the point where he had saved this memorabilia rather than burn it as most other revolutionaries had done. Now it just made him feel sick. Some of it had been written by his own hand. He had encouraged the rebel lord to put his name to his own writing, subjugating the fatal flaw of pride that had governed him since he was a young boy, and yet that same pride had not allowed him to destroy it. What the solicitor wanted to keep, he put in the messenger’s cylinder. What he didn’t, he would burn later, but he first took up the quill-and-inkpot, leaning down against the closed chest’s lid. To His Excellency, the Vice Chancellor, @NordLord I am writing to you today to indicate my immediate resignation from the office of president pro tempore, and my imminent retirement from the Imperial Senate representing Kaedrin at the next round of elections of 1742. It has been my honour to serve the Empire in this capacity, however, in times of Nordling aggression, I am best placed to serve my country in ways other than that of a legislator for the time being. I must assure you that my resignation is unrelated, entirely, to your recent appointment to that office. I do encourage you to take a more active role as presiding officer than your predecessor Lord Selm did within the chamber, however, if you require a member of the chamber to be appointed as president pro tempore I give my unfailing endorsement to the right honorable gentleman from Helena, Dr. Napier, or the right honorable gentleman from Kaedrin, Mr. Gurbanguly-Levi. Yours sincerely, Frederick Armas, esq. Senator from Kaedrin 18 H.F 1741 The Harrenite folded the paper neatly upon completion, sequestering it within the messenger’s cylinder he had by now hoisted over his shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, the leather bandolier having practically worn a groove into his neck all those decades ago. He hesitated a moment, just before departure, before deciding to write another letter. A gnarled hand picked up the ink-pot, wondering if it what was left was too dry to write with. Armas sighed, kneeling down to see what he could do. To His Excellency, the Archchancellor, @Cracker When we were first introduced you indicated to me that we were one and the same. For what was truly the difference between a Rhenyari and a Harrenite? Both are maligned, shunned, unusual in a land which prefers sword and powder to rhetoric, or as you would say, logos. You were both right and wrong. Right insofar as that we are both Imperial, through-and-through, whether we like it or not. To be Imperial is to be Orenian and to be Orenian is to be human. You were wrong in that you have served our country where it must be most earnestly served, whereas I have grown frustrated and bitter for it not living up to the history it is built upon. I have at times taken that frustration out on you, but the past year has shown that mayhaps you are made of stronger stuff than I. I have disagreed with the decisions of your ministry, and that of Helena and Selm’s, more often than perhaps I ought to have. For that I apologise. I am not a Josephite anymore, no more than I am a Tarusite, a Norsemite, a Torrhenite or an Arnite. Come the conclusion of this session of the Senate, my term shall expire, and I shall not stand for re-election in the year 1742. I am not finished with public life and perhaps I shall return for a future term. In any way that I can relieve you in your valiant defense of our country, I offer you all I have. I am nearing sixty, but I will die in the army if need be to defend against this Nordling invasion. God save the Emperor, F. S. Armas. 18 H.F 1741 The outgoing senator secluded the second missive away in the same fashion he had done with the first, closing the chest with a light tap of his boot and leaving it, empty, in the crevice. It was time for him to find the Governor-General.
  13. meet me behind the arena at midnight est sharp, bring ur flintlock, lets settle this once and for all....

    1. Padre_Tales


      leave him alone u ******* inbred barbarian

    2. Esterlen


      You had best prepare your powder.

  14. The president pro tempore assumes his position in the presiding officer’s chair, taking up the gavel and hoisting onto his desk a series of papers. Meanwhile, the Emperor departs the chamber. “I thank His Imperial Majesty for his opening of this sitting of the Imperial Senate, and would, with his permission, assume the presiding officer’s chair as is custom. From this point forward I address my right honorable colleagues in the chamber. In the recess between our sittings, we discussed the formal confirmation of several of the Archchancellor’s selections for positions upon the Cabinet. I would like to call for a division for the first of those selections, Mr. John-Henry Pruvia, the Secretary-designate of the Interior.” The clerks prepare the chamber for a division, and with a wave of the presiding officer’s hands the chamber becomes filled with a chorus of both ayes and nos. With the answer ambiguous, a clerk goes to record each senator’s specific vote, bringing the tally shortly after to Frederick. “Armas, Corbish, Haas and Napier in favour of confirmation, with May, Gurbanguly-Haas and V. Rutledge opposed. M. Rutledge abstains. In such circumstances, the candidate having failed to achieve a majority of the chamber, the confirmation shall proceed to the office of the Vice Chancellor, who is entitled to undertake his constitutional role as the tie-breaker.” @BenevolentManacles The president pro tempore realigns the paperwork on his desk. “We shall now proceed to the vote for the confirmation of the Archchancellor’s selection for the Imperial Treasury, Mr. Joseph Nicephore, the Secretary-designate for the Treasury. I call a division.” This vote turns out a little different, with the chamber resounding in a chorus of ‘ayes’. The clerk retrieves a voting record anyway, with all eight senators in favour. “And so I believe that concludes our confirming business for the meanwhile. In such case, I would like to invite my honorable friend from Helena, the senior senator there, to speak on the Senate floor.” @Hanrahan
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