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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Sept 17, 2021 23:57:58 GMT
The halls of the Folkmoot were filled with rage and fear when the Crown of Imperium Divium made its announcement. As soon as the decree was read aloud Saewin of Hull (a prominent guildsman in the Shipwrights guild) in Hull rose and spoke, "The intentions of this marriage are quite clear, Catherine and her ilk desire to cut WTC off from her allies and then tighten the noose around our necks. It is quite disheartening that the proud and noble blood of the Von Marcums has run thin; Catherine masquerades as a friend just long enough to thrust a knife into our ribs. We must act with haste to strike down the serpent before it strikes us." Saewin finished his speech and the hall filled with calls of "Hear, hear!" and the banging of fists in agreement. Cuthbert of Maxinberg rose next, "What foolish driven you spit Saewin; you dare call another a serpent when you work with those heathen Saxons and Huns? Indeed you'd rather us fall to such barbarous ways than to look past your pride and see that you are jumping at shadows." Enraged outbursts from the assembled are quickly silenced as Saewin once more rose red-faced reaching for something near his side shouting, "Satisfaction, I demand satisfaction," after saying this Saewin leaped at Cuthbert with his cane delivering a harsh blow against the shocked man. As Saewin chased Cuthbert across the hall now filled with a cacophony of shouts the administer of the Moot Hroðgar slammed his fists into the table calling for order to deaf ears and motioning towards the gedhrits stationed outside the door who merely shook theirs heads knowing guards and soldiers entering the Moot was verboten. After sustaining a few more nasty blows from Saewin Cuthbert fled the hall. Eventually, the room called allowing Hroðgar to rise and address the assembly, "It is quite obvious nothing more shall come of this moot today, therefore I declare today's session over."
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Sept 18, 2021 2:06:08 GMT
Hengist sat contemplating recent events, namely his rejection; he was conflicted on one hand he was relieved he did not need to bear the weight of ID's crown, one the other he could not help a knot of disappointment over the whole affair. As Hengist pondered, a friend of his Stithulf approached, "What did that blind bat Catherine not picking you bring you down?" before Hengist could reply Stithulf once again spoke, "Don't let it bother you; you are far better off as a freeman then tied to some stuffy catholic court." Hengist smiled at this, "Perhaps you are right. Hell, perhaps this was a godsend to keep me out of petty politics and bureaucracy." "Now that's more like a proper Cransikov, anyways you should stop sulking we are celebrating our victory against the Aztec raid." Hengist internally flinched at the mention of the recent fight. Had I not reported that damnable sprain I could have been there fighting beside those brave men, perhaps I could have saved them, perhaps I would have perished with them...
As Hengist was contemplating he failed to see Stithulf turn and head off towards the bonfires and rushed to join him. When Hengist arrived a scop was reciting the poem of Beowulf atop a large flat rock providing entertainment to the men eating and drinking around the fires. Hengist was quickly served a large bowl of soup filled with vegetables and meats some familiar and some foreign and a very light beer, fortunate word has it that we can't trust the water. The night was enjoyable as the feast gave a rare chance for Hengist to socialize with his men with a little less decorum than was standard.
As the moon rose high in the sky and the poems finished the men in the camp gathered around a great bonfire; a large waterskin was filled with a liquid and was then offered to the closest soldier. Stithulf took the skin and lifted it high, "I drink to the Ætheling may he guide us to victory!" Cheers of "Hear, hear!" rose as Stithulf drank from the skin before passing it to the man to his left, the man a soldier in his early 20's by his looks in turn raised the skin and declared for his loved ones at home which too was popular with the men. The skin was passed around to the men who made their various dedications until it passed to Hengist. After a brief moment of consideration, Hengist lifted the skin and spoke, "I drink to those that have fallen, may they rest in the halls of the lord as we avenge them!" With that Hengist took a swig of the strong mead struggling for a moment to keep it down before, in turn, passing it over to the man on his right.
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Sept 18, 2021 20:09:30 GMT
Saewin was ecstatic ever since the incident at the Folkmoot. While many openly spoke against his actions, many others (even some who publicly said he took the matter too far) congratulated him. He was riding upon this high as he strode into the palace following a summons from the crown, confident the king desired to hear his advice on how to handle the treacherous Imperials. Saewin's high fell as soon as he saw the less than pleased look Wilhelm gave him as he entered the small office of the king. Wilhelm gazed at Saewin who was taking his seat in front of Wilhelm's desk in a composed manner not allowing his emotions to shine through, "You spilt blood in my hall." Saewin was suddenly was struck with fear at Wilhelm's words, caught off guard by the cold tone, "M...My lord, I had no choice. He spoke lies and besmirched my name and the names of the entire assembly." Wilhelm continued to gaze at the now nervous shipwright in eyes, "What made you believe your conduct was acceptable anywhere in this land, let alone my own hall?" Saewin began nervously sweating as he struggled to respond, "M-m-my lord I... I simply desired to defend the institution of the Folkmoot from a serpent." Wilhelm looked unimpressed, "Be that as it were, I cannot have my assembly making a mockery of my realm. You shall reconcile with Cuthbert publicly." "My lord, I cannot do-" "You most certainly can and you will, am I understood?" "Y-yes my lord." "Excellent, you are dismissed" Saewin sheepishly departed the room with his tail between his legs. After Saewin departed, Wihelm sighed and began reading over reports and letters from nobles urging immediate action, wondering how the hell he will settle this mess bloodlessly and with his honor intact.
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