seannie

"Just as the Creator intended. My adopted cousins shall not be bent so flimsily by lesser beings."

Tiber remarked triumphantly at last to his compatriots.

FOUNDATION 

OF 

A

NEW 

IMPERIAL

CAPITAL

by 

TIBER

of

the 

CHAPTER OF AAUN

PRINTED 

BY THE 

IMPERIAL SOCIETY OF THE EXALTED HOREN

The Imperial Capital Johannesburg, 5th Empire, Axiosian Era

OPINION

With the rise of Imperial Restorationism, many have come to scrutinize such an endeavor with the usual reactionary skepticism. It is the objective of the members of the Imperial Society to further clarify these ideas of ours in conjunction with the worries of others.

Foremost worry of the Restorationist Cause is the issue of autonomy and centralization, of which constituent states clamor for the possibilities of suppression by a central Imperial Government. Whilst we must always be wary of the machinations of those swayed by the Great Deceiver, who in turn seek to manipulate others to their gains by removing their right to self determinism, the Imperial Society has convened ways to best remedy these flaws.

The new Imperial District should be governed in part with the Congress of Humanity, as to best facilitate a hub of representation for all Mankind, with each constituent nation of the Empire having their own investment in its affairs - forgoing the complications of centering Imperial administration within an existent city, such as Valdev, or Portoregne. Though potential issue arises with the possibility of saboteurs within the Congress purposefully obstructing the affairs of the Imperial Capital for their own gains., a new coming Empire will be formed at the beckoning of its constituent nations, rather than the autocracy of one ruler.

Whilst there are merits in the associating of the Congress of Humanity within an existent constituent nation, such as has borrowing from its already established infrastructure, that capital will remain identified primarily with the culture of this constituency, resulting in the same ostracization that was wrought upon prior Empires, namely the Imperial Capital of Helena - further asserting that a new capital for Mankind must be shared by all, and not already be dedicated to one of its various peoples. However, from this all, the concern arises of purposefully weakening the central authority of the Empire, the issue of a dysfunctional system - it must be thought that from now on the future must not be reminiscent of the past and that the overwhelming strength of prior central imperial authorities must not be emulated. It is through the one struggle of all Mankind that the Empire must prosper, so that all burdens and prosperities are to be shared. The Emperor must not rule from the Imperial Capital with an ironhand, ladened with power overwhelming, but instead, their authority must be carefully weaved together in tandem with the rest of Mankind - we must not seek to establish tyranny in any sense of the word.

The prevention of an imperial ‘palace clique’ should be the ideal of all constituents, for the new order of Aevos must be one shared struggle throughout all Mankind, and not be centralized unto one political dynasty, who will no doubt fall to corruption as easily as all the others before had. Supposedly, with a new electoral system to decide the leader of Mankind, the rot shall not settle as quickly as it does with these lineages, with each passing of the ordained leading to the invigoration of new peoples in the Imperial Capital, with their ideas and ambitions - however, from this subject, some of the already contacted Princes of Humanity have decided to defer the appointment of a new Emperor to the High Pontiff. No matter the outcome of this Imperial Formation, the Church shall be of critical importance, and must thus be reserved for the new Imperial Capital as to best coordinate the functions of a new Empire in cooperation with its Princes - much to the chagrin of the established powers, such is assumed.

Such are the arguments involving the establishment of a new capital for Mankind, each prone to their own flaws and strengths. Doubtless, there are many more to be had, but that is left up to the thoughts of the reader to further expand on this topic. Ultimately, the mindset of people must be shifted from that of the past, wherein the Imperial Capital of Mankind had ruled with near absolution, and as is reiterated multiple times in this article, we must instead think of a new future based on cooperation with one another, no matter the complications.

A Waldenian Ultranationalist descends from the heavens upon a white horse - Waldemar, friend of the reincarnated Theodoric, Bannerman of the Reinmaren, waves his sword around as he was roused from his ethereal form to wage war upon the outlandish infidels.

7 hours ago, Olox_ said:

"In Aaun we have a saying, fool me once - shame on you..."

@Balthasar@Caranthir_@LithiumSedai@seannie@Ramon

3 hours ago, Smmer said:

 

The Aaun Aerial Naval Brigade will be dropping by shortly to console you with warm wishes and hot coco. 

we would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids (we got admin pked and persona slot deleted btw)

u have become what you swore to destroy.. legalists

With notes prepared for debate, Tiber dons his Imperial Society aviators during his way to the [LOCATION REDACATED], boldly declaring, "Time to dunk on my pro-centralist Empire Restorationists."

"They hate their origin...? Talk about being emasculated, yikes!" Tiber remarked on the latest decree.

With Richstaff's letter finding its way to the Imperial Society of the Exalted Horen, its members debated amongst themselves the legitimacy of Peter IV, with one of its aforementioned, Tiber, adding in;

"Another peculiar case herein lies with the issue of the boy Emperor John VI, of the Adelsburg Empire, slain as a child and never ordained, yet considered by scholars to be the last Emperor of the Johannians - to conclude this quickly, both automatically inherited the Imperial title following the passings of their predecessors, and thus are to be considered Emperors by way of law, yet, per matters of deserving? Far more dubious."

"The mandate of Peter lessens even more when it is reminded that he had never come close to controlling his own Capital, and was instead forced to the hinterlands of the Grenz by his usurper brother for the duration of the war. The Cloudbreaker did fly above the Grenz during the ceremony of Peter's marriage to Lucia d'Azor, but considering the end of that Dragon, that's more a cursed omen than some Horenic divine mandate to be Emperor. Ultimately, Peter did not effectively rally the Empire to his faction, and was never ordained by the High Pontiff, which was to ruin all rights he had to the Imperial Throne - being thusly executed by his own usurping brother, who himself, being a seventh-born kinslayer, never had right to rule in the first place apart from doing so by might. A cursed house, truly - thank the Creator for returning these Novellenites to their senses in these modern times."

A summary of the Imperial Society's debate is sent to Richstaff, with an invitation to further inclusion.

In discussion with his fellow member of the Society, Rigoberto, Tiber of Whitespire exchanged talks over cups of coffee,

"I've some issues with this, namely the issue of identity. As dictated by the tensions between the Haeseni and Orenian states during the Era of Arcas, the implementation of a shared national sameness was met with extreme vitriol, which will no doubt be incurred this cycle around as well. Words are not enough to compel... say, a Balianite and an Aaunite to think they hold much in common, despite their Canonist and historical connections. Descendants of Horen all, yes, but how else are they to be convinced that they are to fight for a greater good? What actions must be undertaken? Deeds, not words, shall see the day through."

With a final sip of his coffee, the elder Elf concluded,

"Otherwise, our fellow members of the Society have some novel ideas on unification, but will it be enough to break the selfishness of our peoples?"

Tiber of Aaun, caught pondering whilst overlooking the Silver Sea, is shown the works bearing the Sixth Seal. A content smile quickly spreads, now musing on the conversations he had with the Man of Petra - he replies to the Nauzican,

"Master Rigoberto has published his letterings on the Idea? Splendid! Was looking forth to such. Perhaps now is my time to access the printers once more, so may we sway the minds of our ordained rulers away from the foolishry they befit themselves. For a prosperous and united Humanity, devoid of Ibleesian interference."

The elderly Elfling concluded with a repeated tapping of his index upon the nearby coffee table, his silent pondering resumed as the Societal courier dismisses themselves.

A weary Tiber muses over reports of the Haverlock's passing, his index tapping against the table within his office as his thoughts went rampant. With a sigh, the Nauzican concludes with stashing away the report, 

"Lamentable, but such is the fate of evil - execution. Faith provides."

Tiber the Elder, an Aaunite Captain on the border with the Serene State, remarks to his fellows upon hearing of the attempted murder on the High Pontiff in Lurin, "I suppose we must hasten our compilations of the Darkspawn in Lurin, and of their lairs now." With that, the Elf concludes with a weary sigh, "Keep His Holiness in your prayers tonight." 

An Aaunite dressed in the purple and white of the Kingdom wanders over the poppy fields of Stassion. An Elfling by race, he pauses on a hill overlooking what used to Fredericksburg, sitting himself down as he enjoyed the breeze flowing through. To which point he then retrieved a set of writing utensils, penning down onto a note,

And yet you prevailed in death - Tandem Triumphans.

Satisfied, the Aaunite packed his belongings and raised himself to his feet, now letting the wind carry away the note over the poppy fields of Stassion.

Updates looking nice, love the plugin

35 minutes ago, Aesopian said:

• Architects can no longer be placed in water. 

Was wondering this could ever be amended to include ships/boats etc, in the future so people don't have to depend on staff members to //copy and //paste ships around the map to engage in naval roleplay

[!] Fresh out of the stables of Merryweather, a new team emerges on the bloc, ready to take the Grand Prix by storm with their superior horsing technology. [!]

Team Name: 

The Alstreim Ravens

Team Members [2 - 3]:

Prince Johannes @Balthasar

Captain Tiber @seannie

Tadd Yann @LithiumSedai

First Choice Team Status/Symbol:

Crusading

Second Choice Team Status/Symbol:

Fighting

Tiber continued to urge John Aaun to truly set alight the Dragonflame of the White Tower of the Hand of Horen and finally claim his Horenic ancestry as a Dragonborn of Alstion, "WHERE IS THE AMULET!? WE NEED TO WARD AAUN! NO MORE DAEMONIC INVASIONS!" the Elf yelled in panic at the stirring news from the west. Tiber then snapped back to his regular pathing, and proceeded to continue on about his day unbothered.

Having stuck the purple and white flag of the Kingdom of Aaun onto the now defeated Middelans, Tiber proudly announces, "Tandem Triumphans, my comrades! Let's see what we make of this peace now!" 

"They have lived by the blade, and now they shall perish by the blade - they would have done the same to us. Worry not for the death throes of those to be vanquished, for they will spill out every falsehood under God to save themselves."

Captain Tiber remarked to his fellows in the Covenant, on march through the Middelander countryside to raze yet another castle.

"From paramount to rubble - this chapter in the Tapestry closes upon the Midlands now. Maybe next time they'll have better luck, and wit."

Tiber the Elf remarks upon the recent developments to his fellow Aaunites.

From upon the Fields of Middelan, Tiber had set his gaze upon the devastation of Veletz - plumes of smoke dotting the landscape, castles ruined, hamlets laid to waste. The Elf of nigh seven centuries took another drag on his cigarette, his helm uncharacteristically removed in doing so and puffed out the smoke into the open sky. He had seen these sights countless times before, so much so that the memories now blended together in an addled amalgamation of what his mind struggled to conjure up in his aging.

As he tapped away the ash, his pondering strayed; What was he fighting for? Ultimately, the lives of his human compatriots, their tribulations, ambitions, determination, meant little to the Elder Elf, for he would outlive them well over a couple more centuries - they were like children toying with flames they had no control over, like every other before them. Tiber had once cautioned that Mankind had degraded far too much to be salvaged, but, once in a while, stars align, and the passion of Mankind was revived. This is what endeared the Elf to these wildly ambitious beings, who so threw themselves into life with such reckless abandonment, and sought to seize their own destinies with unmatched ferocity, this is what kept the Elf in close ranks with the race of Men, instead of his lackluster brethren. A smile broke then as he scrubbed away his finished cigarette into the ruined stoneworks of Drusco beneath him, flicking it off into the chasm below.

With such processes of war having become a routine to him now, Tiber took up the BANNERS OF THE GRYPHON AND THE YACHTMEN, slaying his way through those who would hinder the birth of a new order. The possibilities to emerge from this war, what could be, what is to be, were endless, Aevos, and thus the world would be reshaped in a new image dictated by the victors. These events flared the embers of curiosity within the Elf and thus the purpose of his existence. He had no desire to idle away, and since took up the sword in order to extend the Tapestry with new chapters of history.

Having now concluded his time sufficiently wasted in mediation, Tiber picked himself up, brushed away the debris that caught onto his uniform, and made his way to his horse - riding off to regroup with General Ireheart and General Mareno as they pushed deeper into the territories of Veletz.

Another year, another battle, another victory - one step closer to a new world.

Waldemar the Waldenian Ultranationalist throws his hands up celebration of the rapidly approaching Waldenia, the decrepit old man shouting, "GOTT SHITZ ON DEN KAIZER!"