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Post by aspenivan on Apr 9, 2015 23:59:28 GMT
His Excellency Ishui Seldu, Vizier of the North, had made two specific requests on his deathbed. The first was that the vassal-lords would be entrusted with electing their next Vizier among a pool of suitable candidates. The second was that his own funeral would be a traditional Byrnian ceremony without any more Imperial fanfare than necessary. His body would be buried in the Blessed Grove of the Ishui family: It would decay and seep into the earth to feed many botanical strains of life.
The body was lowered into its resting-place by the man's adult kin, which at this point consisted of Grandmaster Veliu and General Jaou along with a much larger host of cousins. They were all dressed in pure white, and one could have easily mistaken the rather silent ceremony for an ordinary noble Byrnian burial except for a few notable elements. The former Vizier himself was still dressed in the robes of his old Office, including the Khaitis-style headdress and patterns. And more significantly, the host around him included monarchs and representatives from throughout the Northern Empire. But most importantly of all, somewhat removed from the main crowd, Emperor Vokoryn II Khaitis overlooked the scene from atop a raised platform constructed specifically for his Majesty.
The Emperor, as befit his position, looked upon the scene in solemn silence, his eyes fixed upon the body that had belonged to Emperor Yvor's last living advisor. Ishui Seldu's death was the final breath of an entire generation of civil leaders Vokoryn II had known well. He might as well have lost his last living uncle. But if there was any deep sorrow, his Majesty did not show it. His expression was serious but well-composed, his form wrapped elegantly in his characteristically avant-garde robes, deep blue fabric lined down the middle of the chest with golden buttons. And of course, the Red Cap rested snugly upon his head.
Breeze moved tree branches and whistled as it moved. Birds cawed and chirped. People coughed under their breath. With an inaudible thud, Ishui Seldu's lifeless frame met the rich, fertile soil of his family's opulent gardens. For nearly an hour, his kinspeople grabbed handfuls of dirt and sprinkled them atop their deceased head of the family until the body was completely obscured beneath a thick layer of brown. Some cried, a few even broke down, but most simply did their duty of honoring their elder's Dignity as Aed required.
The ceremony closed with a short blessing by the High Priest of New Byrnis, her quiet words sounding like thunder after such a long silence.
"Aedadil Aed-Na." Greetings and blessings from Aed in the Realm of Aed.
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The election was scheduled for the same day as the funeral, but first there would be a feast to honor the Vizier's passing. Everyone in attendance was seated in the Great Hall of the New Byrnis Palace, surrounded by enormous tapestries hanging from the walls and chandeliers brimming with candles. At one end, naturally, sat the Emperor on a throne-like chair. On either side sat the candidates, Ishui Seldu to his right and Adjuran Sujjid to his left. Notably absent was Governor-General Wenukhei Haie: Attendants and soldiers were beginning to suspect the man was going to confirm his infamous reputation for arriving late. Or perhaps he had met bad weather on his voyage at sea.
On the other end of the table stood another throne chair much like the Emperor's. Inlaid with red, it was clearly a Holy seat reserved for the highest spiritual authority of Aedak. The only question was when the old man would show.
Finally, reflecting to their lower station, the vassal-lords would occupy the bulk of the table. Their seats were comfortable, but nothing like those of the Southerners. The heads of all except the giants would rest a good few feet lower than the Emperor's and, when he made it, the Vaekir's.
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Post by ravigen on Apr 10, 2015 2:52:58 GMT
Ikegami Naozumi had come to the funeral with heavy heart, both for the death of Seldu who Naozumi had respected and the shame from the proclamation he'd made just before departing for the funeral, part of the timing was so he wouldn't need to be there for the immediate fallout, he couldn't bear to face his people after what he'd done, the betrayal stung but Naozumi was good at hiding his discomfort.
The Emperor's presence was exciting though and Naozumi could say he'd gotten to see the man who ruled the Empire, the man wasn't quite what Naozumi had expected but it was hardly a bad thing in Naozumi's mind. He silently ate, looking down the candidates and fellow vassal lords. |
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Post by missmilkmaid on Apr 10, 2015 4:57:12 GMT
King Azlyn had dressed in white in order to respect Byrnian traditions and the Ishui family. The whole event had seemed almost surreal to him. Memories of Ishui Seldu going through his head and thoughts of all the things the man had done, all the ways he had changed the world. He'd had such an impact upon the north and he wasn't until he saw him lying in the earth that his death seemed real and the the world seemed more hollow to Azlyn. He hadn't known the man that well and Seldu hadn't been personal friend or anything of that sort, but the Vizier had been a powerful force in the the north, something more than a man really and his absence left a vacuum and made Azlyn feel instinctively uneasy. It was as if a solid rock, one which he'd relied on as a foundation as suddenly crumbled away. Azlyn felt that the world around New Byrnis was more vulnerable. To his mind he didn't really care so much who became the next Vizier as long as it happened quickly and without bloodshed or disaster.
Besides the unease and contemplation the funeral brought, there was the looming presence of the Emperor. If Ishui Seldu had been a powerful force, Vokoryn II was cosmic. Azlyn had to remind himself not to stare. It seemed to him that the emperor should look different, that a man of such power and reputation should be physically apart. The whole event had Azlyn on edge and he was unusually quite at the feast, drinking slowly and remaining on the edge of conversation, thinking things over in his head and remaining calm and sober.
Chello on the other hand, was her usual elegant self, somehow managing to come across as both demure and confident, both shy and well spoken. She was dressed in pale blue, with draping sleeves and a white headdress trimmed in silver. The belt on her waist twinkled with diamonds and the berets holding the headdress in place sparked with small diamonds as well. The dress and the jewelry didn't hide her age, or her pale bony form, but her manners and grace made up for her lacking youth and good looks. Azlyn almost found himself envious of her social charm, but at the same time he wondered how she could be so cool and so ... well mannered at an event like this. It was the same act she always used in public and it seemed to Azlyn that if she couldn't even be real at a funeral when was she ever real?
Azlyn didn't pay too much attention to the two candidates or the other Vassal lords. He found himself almost broody, his thoughts slipping away to music, the nagging tug of inspiration making him want to slip away and find an instrument, pen and paper so he could start making notes on the bits and pieces of melody and lyrics worming their way into his mind. But now was no time for that. Clearing his head, he managed to look up and met Naozumi's eyes. The elf looked as grim and broody as he felt and Azlyn forced himself to give the Daimyo an encouraging smile. If he was going to try and cheer up some, then he wanted to take some one with him.
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Post by zurajai on Apr 10, 2015 6:26:39 GMT
It was during the feast in the honor of the late Vizier Ishui Seldu that the Vaekir arrived at last, his presentation the complete and utter foil to that of Vokoryn; his robes were a simple crimson with no ostentation beyond several ornaments in the form of the Aedaknam, the Raegarnam, and a symbol of the Dome at Messara crafted from a dull silver. Atop his wizened brow sat the cap of the Vaekir, the true symbol of the title's position and one that was distinct but not overtly complex in it's design. Flanking his sides slightly behind were two Chief Priest; notably Chief Priest Staas at his right and the Byrnian Chief Priest Djalad Ufmariu at his left. Despite the solemn occasion the Vaekir wore his famous elderly smile partially belied by his seemingly tired eyes. His path took him immediately to the chair that awaited him, arriving at the 'throne' placed ready for him with Chief Priests at his side. With the table silenced as he stood his smile spread wider across his face and those tired eyes shone with the light of youth for but several moments more.
"My friends," he intoned, opens his hands wide, "It brings joy to my heart to have all those closest to Aed here at this table, even if at such a solemn purpose. In Messara, however, it is custom to celebrate the life of those who have passed rather than mourn them. Perhaps then I may share the tradition of my people by bringing my smile to this table and hope that mirth is borne in our breasts through the memory of the great Ishui Seldu, who uplifted many hearts in life and shall only succeed in doing so ten fold now that he is held in the arms of Aed."
With final intonation of Aed's name Koen lowered his head for a long moment before raising gaze once more to reveal smile all over again. As he did two servants stepped forward, taking the throne in hands before dragging it back and replacing it with a simple wooden chair with crimson cushion, setting it in place of the great chair before Koen finally relaxes into a seated position with Chief Priests sitting at his sides.
"Please, do not wait on my account."
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Post by talis on Apr 10, 2015 6:47:24 GMT
Elder Urag spent much of the meal keeping on eye on his retainers, who glowered at the Survaekom and grumbled at the situation, indignant for his sake. There were few places where hierarchy was more apparent than at the dinner table. Although he himself was too old to care, he was well aware that his subordinates saw his position at a lower table as an insult - a grave disrespect against an Elder who should be honored for his wisdom and age. The fact that the Survaekom made no effort to accommodate their vassals grated on tempers.
Urag though grieved the passing of Ishui Seldu greatly. The Vizier had been a reasonable man, and the one who had made the Firetooth - Survaekom agreement work. He was the one who had tacitly agreed to leave the orcs to their own land and customs, so long as they paid their tribute and sent their soldiers. Such reasonable men were not common, and Urag worried for the future of the agreement. But then his pondering was interrupted as the Vaekir arrived.
The Firetooth delegation stood and bowed in respect as the old priest entered, bowing to him as they would any Elder. In his short appearance he managed to earn the admiration of Urag's small retinue completely. He was the epitome of the elder sage from stories. In the old times such men were greatly feared and respected - they ruled houses and advised chiefs. No wonder then that they afforded him the same honors as an elder by standing in his presence and refusing to sit until he had done so.
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Post by cerdigon on Apr 10, 2015 15:59:55 GMT
It was with a pang of sadness that Cadoc the Usurper watched the dirt shower over his former captor, perhaps he could dare even say friend? Over the years, both he and the Vizier had developed an understanding in an attempt to better guide and shape the North. The partnership had ended with him being imprisoned within the Vizier's Palace but it had hardly been an uncomfortable captivity. He would miss the heated discussions and near constant game of chess they played against one another. It did seem as if the gathering was developing into quite the match. With pro Vaekirate pieces on one side and pro Imperial pieces on the other. For now both existed in harmony but how long could that last? The Warden's were being unleashed across the North to Defend and Spread the Faith. Cadoc had heard that it was already proving unpopular, especially in the Ikagami lands. For now, all he could do was wait.
The former King joined the vassals and their retainers, the Cerdigonian delegation taking a seat opposite their Firetooth allies. Neither King Aeron nor his Chancellor Lord Carvin were to be found here. With the King still missing for the better part of the year, Lord Carvin could not afford the long trip to the South. Instead, a more feasible solution had been to declare Cerdigon's former King as his son's representative for the funeral. It was no doubt to cause grumbles from the Elves in the delegation whom considered the former King a war criminal, but it was politically expedient. Cadoc had developed contacts over decades of service to the Empire and in his captivity, he had used it to keep his son apprised of day to day events through carefully worded letters home. Cadoc could best advise Lord Carawyn whom would be casting the Commonwealth's vote. As the most populous Realm in the North, the Commonwealth could make its reach felt. Especially with its Navaren and Firetooth allies at its side.
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Post by Vaklu on Apr 10, 2015 16:33:42 GMT
Tholarg and his brother had come to pay their respects along with a small detachment of guards. A pair carried an immense brass bound chest between them. After the ceremony was completed the Jarl presented him self to the Emperor going to one knee before the man. "Pardon me your Majesty, I wish to first share my condolences. The vizier was a great man and I was honored to know him as was my brother." Gudrik nodded in agreement at this. "Though now is not the most opportune time to speak of matter of the realm, out of respect to the vizier I feel i must."
The Jarl motioned to the guards hold the chest and they brought it forward and placed it beside their lord. "In this chest is 11,000 jien. All of what we took from Naraven and a goodly portion of the back taxes owed by them. I would not have it said that the Vizier left any business unfinished."
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Post by frostwander on Apr 10, 2015 19:07:25 GMT
Lukene sat at the table near the Ikegami Daimyo, the sole representative of her clan present. Current matters in her home territory demanded all the organization of her advisors, but it would have been an ill-afforded slight for the monarch not to attend in person. She had observed silently and respectfully during the funeral, but felt detached. She had never met the Vizier, and her people had only barely felt his influence before his passing in the form of the decrees and taxes that affected all nations.
She watched, eating slowly, as the giants presented the treasure from their recent raid to the emperor. This hardly seemed an appropriate time for such a display, at a funeral feast. But then, hosting a feast at a funeral was unusual of itself. She was reminded how little she understood of the other nations, and the empire her people had turned to for salvation.
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Post by cerdigon on Apr 10, 2015 20:09:07 GMT
'' HOW DARE YOU! '' A roar went up form the Commonwealth and Navaren delegations at the Jotun display. Iron shifted within sheaths as the Sylph's and Elve's rose to confront Jarl Thorlag before Cadoc brought his cane down with a thwack to indicate silence. The former King allowed a scowl to slide over his blank features, though part of him was still pleased that he could inflict silence over a crowd. If anything could unite the Sylph's and Elves it was the mutual hatred that was held in regard for the reavers of the sea, the Giants. '' Your Grace. '' Cadoc said, striding towards the Emperor and dropping to one knee beside Thorlag with a grunt of pain. '' Do not let the Jotun use the Vizier's death to further propogate their murderous acts. The Jotun raids were illegal and have no legal justification. '' It was a tad ironic for King Cadoc to bring up '' murderous acts '', he had slaughtered thousands to win his son's throne but he wasn't about to allow the Jotun to portray themselves as martyrs for the Imperial cause. '' While my people were bleeding in the West, it was the Jotun whom were raiding and slaughtering in the East. My son, King Aeron, was acknowledged as Co-King of Nevara by the Vizier himself. It was his subjects that were killed in their thousands. Compensation is owed. ''
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Post by saoshyant on Apr 10, 2015 21:23:36 GMT
The Hessnyans in attendance wore both black and white, in respect of their king, who did it in respect for a friend. Casomir had been surprised at the death of the Vizier, a man who picked him out of the crowd at the tourney in Elon, who's son and daughter Casomir had welcomed into Wyvern's Landing. The mood was sombre on the ride into New Byrnis, with the son of the Vizier at his side, their horses trotted through the streets in a cloud of melancholia amongst them.
King Casomir the 2nd, Sir Alphred Veholsh, Lady Bretka Vissegard and numerous others all offered their condolences to the remaining immediate Ishui family, though to Casomir it felt like he had ash in his mouth and he was blowing on an extinguished fire. The funeral felt too quick or too extravagant, both Casomir felt did little to honor the real man who knew them all. What struck a chord with Casomir however were the rest of the guests at the feast. Some spouted half hearted nonsense and poetic dribble like they could justify some delusion that they knew the former Vizier, some held him in little regard when he was alive and now were praising him before the body was even cold.
As he sat at the table of the feast, Casomir claimed some modicum of peace and calm, he ate modestly and drank watered down wine. The other Hessnyans exchanged small talk or quiet chats depending on who was near them or who they actually knew. King Casomir had gotten little chance to communicate however nor had he the will to take up those chances with his fellow vassal lords, let alone the Emperor or the Vaekirate puppeteer.
Then the Jotun presented their trove of blood to the Emperor, in some matter of honor beyond Casomir's tastes.
Then the Commonwealth and the Navarenese raised their voices and their aged patriarch in his old age confused the dining hall for a courtroom.
Casomir stood up from his chair, Bretka, who had been sitting next to him, looked at Casomir in surprise. Alphred stood up quickly after his king along with a few retainers.
Casomir stepped around the chairs and walked towards the Jarl and the deposed king with boots that echoed through the hall and as black cloak that flowed behind their progress.
"My lords, this is neither the time nor the place for such things" Casomir said as with enough respect as he had strictness lace his words.
"Good Jarl, if you could leave your personal dealings with the Survaekom until after the new Vizier has been elected that would be greatly appreciated" Casomir told the Jotun leader with a sincere but quick smile.
"My Lordship, I believe the departed Vizier's last wishes was to have an election not a skirmish. Would you like me to help you back to your seat?" Casomir told the former king Cadoc with another smile and a glance at his cane.
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Post by missmilkmaid on Apr 10, 2015 21:56:45 GMT
When the Vaekir had arrived Azlyn had instinctively followed the lead of the Firetooth Elders and stood in respect. He hadn't been sure of the proper greeting, but since the orcs seemed both confident and respectful he'd followed suit and of course the rest of the Elonese had had to follow the lead of their King. The spiritual leader was even more surreal to Azlyn than the Emporer, but the old man's smile, generous words and then his opting for the chair over the throne had encouraged Azlyn. He began to be in a better mood - that is until the Jotun arrived and approached the Emperor's throne.
Chello felt a little sick when she saw what the giants were doing. Parading their bloody thievery in before the Emperor, the Vaekir and all the north and claiming a sanctimonious justification for their actions, like this was outrageous. It was disrespectful to everyone there, especially the delegations from Narvaren and Cerdigon. Also, if they got away with this, it would set a deep president of the Jotun's barbarism being allowed against fellow nations in the name of Imperial vengeance and "tax collection", even when done without sanction or declared justification by the state. The whole future of the North could hinge on how the Emperor received them. On one side was the slip back into archaic warfares and the rule of brute force on land and sea and on the other was a centralized, civilized future, where all nations followed and respected the same laws and supported an Imperial justice system, rather than the violent solutions of individual leaders cutting the throats of their neighbors.
Nonetheless, however strongly Chello felt about the matter, she couldn't forgive the delegates from Cerdigon either. The eruption of outrage, the slamming of canes and the shouts of accusation and indignation were out of place and crude. When Casomir stood up, she couldn't have been more relieved or agreed more. At least someone in this room was civilized.
Azlyn stood as well, "King Casimir is quite correct. Please my lords," he looked to the Giants and then the Cerdigon delegates, "In respect for the departed and the company we are in, save your arguments and accusations for another place."
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Post by cerdigon on Apr 10, 2015 23:39:30 GMT
Cadoc ignored the pleas of the humans. The lesser races we're always so noisy. His eyes remained firmly fixed on the Jarl. If a cunning mind was to guess there was more to Cadoc's outburst than mere indignation at the Jotun ploy. For Cadoc this was all political theater, could one ask for a better stage or audience? The Jarl had made a mistake in approaching the Emperor in this manner, infront of all of his vassals. If the Emperor publicly embraced the Jarl with his blood money, he'd be sanctioning banditry and murder. Hardly an act to legitimize his rule. No, better to gamble here and now to end the pretense for a reason for Jotun raids. '' I am quite capable of helping myself, thank you King Casomir. '' His point made the old fox stood, offering yet another bow towards the Emperor, before retreating with his delegation. His gaze flickered past the Jotun and towards the Vaekir briefly pondering his take on the chaos that had briefly overtaken the room.
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Post by Vaklu on Apr 10, 2015 23:51:21 GMT
Gudrik laughed in the old maimed sylph's face. "Compensation? Why? King Pedro has already asked for an armistice. It seems your son clasped hands with a coward." The Thane's arms were crossed before him without heed to any of the bleating of the assembled halfling lords. "Taxes are owed to the Emperor not the Vizier, so waiting for the election is like waiting for the chamberlain to arrive when the lord who is owed is standing before you."
The look he gave Cadoc was ice. "My men fought in the west same as yours old fool, and when our ships went to Navaren your army had been home for a season the same as ours. Get your facts straight before you shout at your betters poisoner. Unless you wish me to show you how the Jotun deal with your ilk?"
"Gudrik! Enough." Tholarg had not left his kneeling position in front of the emperor.
Gudrik gave a nod to his brother. "My Jarl." He turned his back to all assembled. The two Jotun lords waited apon the emperor paying all others no mind. Only their guards watched the assembly.
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Post by aspenivan on Apr 12, 2015 2:52:56 GMT
Upon seeing the Vaekir enter the room, Vokoryn's eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment in what looked like either consternation or contempt. In truth, the Emperor felt a little of both towards the old man, especially when he made his ironically elaborate gesture of humility. The Khaitis likely would have had some subtle barbs to throw in a reply to Koen's comments, but his attention was diverted by one of the strangest gestures he had ever beheld.
It wasn't that gifts and offerings were uncommon in Survaekom diplomacy; they were in fact quite standard. Rather, it was the sheer abruptness of the Jotun who would interrupt the course of a feast to present an entire eleven-thousand jiien tribute in front of the other vassals. And, of course, the sheer bluntness they exhibited in telling him where this blood money came from in public. To top it off, they were doing this right after a funeral at what was supposed to be a commemoration of the late Vizier. And now the entire table seemed to be up in a riot over it...
With a flat expression on his face, Vokoryn II Khaitis extended his hand outwards towards his vassals. "Be seated. Everyone." He spoke neither harshly nor softly, but with absolute confidence and authority. After everyone had returned to their places, he allowed his visage to settle into something more of a frown.
"Clearly very few of you know much of his Excellency Ishui Seldu, nor of the purpose of holding a feast in his honor. As regards the former, the man we remember was one of the closest and most trusted advisors of my father Emperor Yvor Khaitis, Aed bless his name. He was Vizier of the Domain, managing the expansion of the Empire's roads and granary networks and irrigation among many other accomplishments. He was twin brother of Ishui Gaunu, Vizier of Diplomacy and the North's first Vizier if only for a short time. Over the course of his life, he saw his entire generation die around him, but never once did he abandon his Duty. His brother died, and he immediately took his place and served as admirably as Gaunu would have. Every single other Vizier he had worked alongside passed on one after the other, and then the Emperor himself. Then his wife passed, but did he collapse in grief never to recover? No, he mourned her passing but remained persistent in his Duty. If I can say one thing for Ishui Seldu, he was a model of the Virtue of Persistence greater than any I have either seen or read about in the countless histories of lands North and South.
"This is not a time of mourning. This is not a time of celebration. This is a time of acknowledgment. Ishui Seldu, faithful servant of Aed until the very end, is dead and buried, and he has passed on into the Eternal Rest.
"For those who feel sorrow, do so if you must, but restrain yourselves lest you infect those around you. Your Vizier was a man of many pains and sorrows, a man far beyond simply tired, and now he has sleep in the Realm Above. If you would respect his spirit and his living memory, take heart that he did his Duty and has been rewarded for his years of toil. Do not mope and wail for his passing. Would you prefer to drag him back down into the very life of trials he earned his deliverance from? Would you separate him from perfect communion with Aed? Then at the very least, if your hearts cannot be sociable, have your lips be. Let him rest easy knowing that our life below continues without him, that the foundations he has laid are being put to good use.
"For those who act as if this is a Festival and present lavish gifts," the Emperor's eyes rested firmly upon the Jotun, "I refuse them. The honorable Kings Casomir and Azlyn are correct when they point out that this is neither the time nor the place. I might find sympathy for your gesture if it had anything to do with the works and projects of Vizier Ishui himself, but in my thorough examination of the New Byrnis legal archives I have not a single decree granting the Clan the authority to make such a raid or collect such 'taxes.' Are your privileges granted in the collection of Beg Guhrim arrears and the administration of the Free Goblin Cities' taxation not enough? You would do best either to present this gold to the Lords of the Commonwealth and Navaren here present and perhaps redeem your honor in their eyes, or to keep it as funds for your banners if you truly believe your cause in this war is just. I myself have no ruling to make on the conflict until I have heard the cases of all parties involved and viewed the evidence available to present, and I will not use the Commemoration Feast of my dear friend and fellow warrior for the Empire as a platform for such a trial."
With that, Emperor Vokoryn II Khaitis took a slow, deep breath and exhaled. He had no more words for the assembly, just the expectation that they would shape up and maybe offer some true honors to the late Vizier.
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Post by talis on Apr 13, 2015 4:47:54 GMT
The doors to the feast hall burst open suddenly and with great force. The guards jumped to attention as Carrok Ironbelly, Grandmaster of the Wardens, strode into the room. He was flanked by a pair of Wardens in full dress: their swords and pistols concealed under large traveling cloaks. Each one wore a small, crimson badge that identified him as a Warden.
Carrok's appearance was mildly disheveled - as if he had not bothered to clean himself or prepare for the feast. He wore a loose hauberk of chainmail under his tunic and a crimson cloak signifying his rank, but had a faint smell of salt water. His expression was grim and determined, far too serious for someone making a call of state. He did not stop at the door or wait for the guards to react. Instead he walked straight towards the Emperor and Vizier's table with juggernaut strides, dismissing the calls of some of the Firetooth with a wave of his hand and nary a look.
"My lords." He bowed to each one in turn: first the Vaekir, then the Emperor. "I regret to interrupt your feast, but I come bearing dire news from the west."
"Governor Wenukhei Haie was killed nine days ago." He spoke sternly, with very little emotion. Either he felt none, or he was keeping his tone carefully controlled as he gave his account of events.
"A gang of Juturnan rebels attacked the general and his escort on the way from the Governor's Palace to his ship. Governor Haie was gravely wounded by managed to escape to his ship thanks to the skill and valor of his bodyguard and the assistance of a pair of nearby Wardens. A priest-doctor was called for to treat the Governor's wounds, but the rebels had somehow inserted an agent aboard the ship. Upon being brought to the General the false doctor drew a pistol and shot Governor Haie in the head - killing him instantly - and was immediately run through by one of the guards."
"Several Wardens were on the scene and assisted in the aftermath of the assassination before alerting. I appointed Huj Onamu as Chief Investigator and ordered him to complete a full inquiry into the rebels and their motivations before departing. Aed willing he will find those responsible."
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