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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Feb 25, 2022 21:29:58 GMT
Ludwig chaffed somewhat in the Khaki Wealhát Mere uniform as he sits for evening tea with the senior officers. Saewin, a greyed officers of an undeterminite but undoubtedly considerable age growled out his point, "It is imperative that we ensure that the Raikh cannot seize the Imperium during this time of disorder!" "To hell with the Raikh! Any effort reigning them in is effort far better spent butchering those Doumish dogs," shot back Aelfric, a younger officer in his late twenties with the customary hawkish features of the Norðtholum house. Without giving time for Saewin to respond Aelfric pressed on, "We can handle the Raikh later they won't be able to win any influence that matters if they try to gain influence while obviously caring little for the matter." incensed, Saewin roared back, "The effort is moot if..." Ludwig could not help but sign internally as he sipped his tea and listened to the two argue. One one hand trying to make peace between the two was obviously a foolish effort but on the other he already had a headache and they obviously weren't going to stop anytime soon. "... The Raikh has already consulted their chickens-" Ahem, The argument was interrupted by the crown prince as the two officers paled somewhat upon realizing they where they were. moving his eyes between the two officers Ludwig began, "We shall provide support to the rightful government of the Imperium. We shall not let petty squabbles with the Raikh nor let vainglory jeopardize our mission. Are we in agreement?" Receiving a chorus of "Yes, your majesty"s Ludwig returned to his tea only to frown somewhat at the fact it became tepid.
3 thousand guards, Crown Prince Ludwig, a force of officers, 2 light cruisers, 8 destroyers, and a force of transport ships are sent to ID
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Feb 27, 2022 4:02:55 GMT
Crown Prince Ludwig and his envoy were welcomed into a St. Helena unlike it had been described in recent history. The people were clearly anxious, and armed men were almost as common a sight as civilians. They had been met, upon disembarking, by Praetorian Guards, armed to the teeth and aggressively insisting on rifling through every inch of the Thoselian possessions.
The sun shone brightly in spite of the gloom, glinting brightly off the gilded buildings and military accoutrement of so many armed guards as they made their way toward the Capitaline Hill. The Crimson banners of the Latin League hung proudly beside Divinian Military Ensigns atop the Argent Palace. As was tradition here, the Imperial Flag was not to be flown when there was no longer an emperor. Instead, the Divinian War banner took her place of honor. The coiled serpent, Ludwig was informed, had been selected by the late Emperor herself, in response to the comments of certain Tholish men.
When the group had, once again been searched, they were allowed access to the palace. Inside the men passed by the great hall, and the blasted out remains of the room where Catherine had met her end. Upon the dais, was an unassuming chair instead of a throne. Small, black walnut with deep gouges in its surface. The plush velvet seat was stained and scorched. Behind it, gripping the seat, stood Duke Estrana, who saluted the crown prince as he approached.
“Your Highness. Apologies for the intrusion of your privacy, but we can no longer be assured of the goodwill of foreigners coming to our shores, even under the guise of friendship. I trust you understand. You’ll find quarters prepared for you in the Eastern Wing. When you’ve had time to settle yourself, The Council will be meeting in the Archducal Chambers. Lady Anthiese and my daughter arrived nearly a week ago. Look sharp, I doubt it will be a pleasant visit. Nevertheless, welcome to Divinium.”
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Mar 5, 2022 19:14:53 GMT
The Council Chambers in St. Helena were uncomfortably silent. Aodhan, Dymphna, and Ludwig sat across the table from Anthies, who even in her chair easily towered over them. News had reached the council of the wholesale slaughter of the Praetorian guards when the Vernal Priestesses had crossed the pomerium of Latium Novum.
“You slaughtered my guards,” Aodhan said flatly. Anthiese in turn, took a sip of her drink before responding.
“You need better guards.”
“Your people were not invited to partake in the triumph. The Aerali’i did nothing in the conquest of Duom, barring the crucifixion of civilians. Your sister wouldn’t have-“
“My sister understood the necessity of maintaining tradition. For centuries, the Imperial government has honored the Aerali’i tradition. This city is named after the great priestess Elena. I did you a favor.”
Aodhan eyed his daughter, who was rising from her chair. “A favor? Cousin, you’ve made us look weak! Regardless of your desire on the throne, you can’t rule Divinium if the people you intend to rule want you dead!”
“This isn’t about the throne Dymphna. Sit down, you’re not an imposing presence. This is about maintaining the loyalty of Marcum. Your refusal to allow the priestesses in the city would alienate an entire state. To go against them now would surely lose you favor. Does anyone in this room truly desire the throne?”
No one spoke. The series of events leading up to this had indeed been unprecedented. No one here had the training required to rule as sovereign. But someone needed to.
“Overlook this. It was an… unhappy incident, and the government has decided that they were acting rashly. The Aerali’i will return to the fold, and we can all continue on being miserable. Until the elections that is. Then I expect the one elected will know a special kind of misery.”
Aodhan grimaced, sighing at her statement. “I suppose that can be done. But I’d request the majority of your priestesses move south with the Second Army. They’ll be needed for the next campaign.”
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Post by xander10 on Mar 5, 2022 23:01:42 GMT
Early in the morning, a Sheenish Yacht arrived in the Port of St Helena, aboard was First Councillor Yerkes, King of Tanysara, dressed in his finest morning suit and wearing his royal robes over it, along with his even more absurd top hat. Upon docking, Yerkes stood atop the deck of his Yacht, and spoke into his megaphone;
"Good day all the fine people of St Helena, I am Mr Dyson Yerkes, First Councilor of The Association and King of Tanysara, and if your electors so choose, Emperor of the Imperium Divinium, I intend nothing but wealth to come upon this great nation if I am chosen, thank you for your time and for listening. End of speech"
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