Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Jan 26, 2023 13:03:55 GMT
International shakeups, wars, even volcanic eruptions would not stop Vesper Murena, Prince of the Free City of Carmine. He’d refused to sit around as the world, and more importantly the nation, passed him by. Others of his generation may have grown soft and complacent in their old age, but he had worked too hard to see all his work slip away. Every day since the senate stopped meeting was a day the cities fell into squalor. And what of his proposal on industrial subsidies? No. This would not do.
So Murena insisted the senate had to reconvene. And it would. In his modest estate, the Prince gathered six others. It was like something out of a dime novel. A priestess, a pauper, a sewage planner, a disgraced Asderaordian, a trader, and a minor noble. These would be the Big Seven.
The plan, for all its worth, was simple in preparation and simpler still in execution. The senate had never officially been called to recess. The floor was still open. And his little sewage worker therefore, still held the veto. A mob of senators would have caused a stir among the people of St. Helena, but seven odd fellows? Not so much.
And so they met in the grand, empty hall. Each stationed across the vast expanse of the empty room, prepared to return the nation to normalcy. Leander, carrying the Plebian’s staff sauntered with unnecessary pomp up to the dias. Murena bit back a joke about the plebs. Now wasn’t the time.
“Ahem. I veto the proposal to dismiss the senate. Vote by council!”
“Ita vero for the Patricians. And the Servii…”
And so, by the end of session, the Big Seven had “passed” 34 resolutions into law. The senate would reconvene immediately. 1917 would see the election of new consuls for the first time since Latium fell. And most importantly, the Imperial Council was to be dismantled. It would have been 35 laws, but alas the rest of the representatives failed to see the benefits of proper industrial strength. Murena saved that for another day. After the fallout perhaps.
So Murena insisted the senate had to reconvene. And it would. In his modest estate, the Prince gathered six others. It was like something out of a dime novel. A priestess, a pauper, a sewage planner, a disgraced Asderaordian, a trader, and a minor noble. These would be the Big Seven.
The plan, for all its worth, was simple in preparation and simpler still in execution. The senate had never officially been called to recess. The floor was still open. And his little sewage worker therefore, still held the veto. A mob of senators would have caused a stir among the people of St. Helena, but seven odd fellows? Not so much.
And so they met in the grand, empty hall. Each stationed across the vast expanse of the empty room, prepared to return the nation to normalcy. Leander, carrying the Plebian’s staff sauntered with unnecessary pomp up to the dias. Murena bit back a joke about the plebs. Now wasn’t the time.
“Ahem. I veto the proposal to dismiss the senate. Vote by council!”
“Ita vero for the Patricians. And the Servii…”
And so, by the end of session, the Big Seven had “passed” 34 resolutions into law. The senate would reconvene immediately. 1917 would see the election of new consuls for the first time since Latium fell. And most importantly, the Imperial Council was to be dismantled. It would have been 35 laws, but alas the rest of the representatives failed to see the benefits of proper industrial strength. Murena saved that for another day. After the fallout perhaps.