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Post by Pitman on Nov 23, 2015 1:35:09 GMT -6
Lunar Palace, February 13, 311 Of the Lunar Century"Why.... oh why.... why must it end now... I have so much to do... my dear Arslan.. Cecline... Arawn.... why must I be cursed so to see the death of all my children?! *cough*", a voice rang out in the darkness of the palace. An Old man who looked deathly ill, many physicians were attending the King Arawn II Luna. For days he has been like this his sickness finally coming to the worse blood would be smelled and everywhere as the Last King of the Luna Dynasty was on his death bed. "Your Majesty please be still.. you should rest and recover!!", one man soon stated. "Why have they left the world... why.... Oh my precious Laliah you too were taken from me...", the King stated deliriously. "Where is he?! Bring me Margrave Clarice!! I must... must.... speak... to him... for... the.. future.. of... the... real-", the King soon stated breathing his last breath. "YOUR MAJESTY!!", one of the physicans cried. Meanwhile outside the room and in the waiting rooms two lords were present Duke Byrius and Duke Lamarck. Both would be waiting on the condition of their King; especially now with the current State of him. Both were quiet waiting on a report only for one of the Physicans to come in with tears. "What of the King?", Duke Byrius soon asked. "My Lords.... by the graces of Babel he has passed on into imortality... The King.... The King is dead.", the man replied.
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Post by Pitman on Nov 23, 2015 2:40:53 GMT -6
In no man's land between Selardia and Medeen
Two monstrosities were engaged in intense combat!!
"Oi oi the little Selardian kid has some teeth!!", a voice soon stated as a Medeen designed Mobile Knight had his sword out.
Holy Medeen Paladin, Name: Unknown
"Seriously... taunting me like this... ", A young man soon stated from his own cockpit.
Sir Arawn Clarice, Knight Baronet of Selardia.
"Come on!! Come on!! By the great Maidens light I will cleanse the filth from the Surfaces of Luna!!", the Paladin screamed out.
"Seriously... doesn't he shut up?", Arawn soon commented to himself as he soon heard over his radio.
"The Package is in position, take him out My Lord.", a voice soon stated with Arawn smirking.
"Still running away?!! HAHAHA!!", the paladin screamed thinking he had Arawn cornered.
"You know what? You talk too much and its your down fall!!", Arawn screamed out as he strife to the left looking he was falling to the ground as space dust kicked up.
The Holy Medeen Paladin thinking he was about to win turned his unit after missing to finish the heretic off. Well if he didn't notice a large Halberd suddenly was in his hands and the spiked part was coming towards his cockpit.
"What?! When did that...", the Paladin screamed only to notice a truck rover leaving the area which meant he was fooled.
"You tric-", he only managed to say only for his cockpit to crack and he was suddenly crushed in his cockpit.
Arawn's unit soon stood up fully was the Halberd raised up high.
"That is why you lost... overconfidence was your downfall you fool.", Arawn soon stated as flares were soon shined in the sky over them marking the end of the skirmish and victory to the Kingdom of Selardia.
KGL-011X Belmont Gundam
Victory for Kingdom of Selardia!!
At the Command Truck.
"My Lord your son he did show quite splendidly, out there.", his Marshal and head of his Household soldiers, Marshal Rido.
Margrave Uthyr looked at the screen with no showing of emotion with him simply replying, "He is of my blood its expected he is."
Just then one of his retainers came up to him with a bow and soon gave him a piece of paper which was recently sent over. The Margrave's face soon went still and almost a bit a shock.
"What it is My lord?", Marshal Rido soon asked.
Putting the paper down he soon orders, "Have Belmont come back and all our troops back. We are heading home as soon as possible.",
"What but my lord the counter incursion into Holy Medeen!", Marshal Rido soon asked.
"Its cancelled, more pressing matters have come up now do as I am ordered.", Uthyr soon as he went back into his quarters.
"Yes At once My Lord.", Marshal Rido soon stated as he bowed.
He soon turned to the paper in question was the Margrave left on the table for anyone out to see, wondering what more pressing then keeping the Holy Empire at bay? Looking and reading he soon almost lost it and finally understood.
"No way... the the King... is dead.", the Marshal muttered.
Some Days Later, Outskirts of Selardia.
"Seriously Arawn, why do you push it so hard?", one of the chief technicians soon stated looking over the Belmont.
Arawn was drinking some water when he soon turned to him.
"Hrmm who knows maybe you guys just not working on it hard enough?", Arawn soon stated as a joke.
"Seriously, fuck you Lord Clarice if you were not the Margrave's son I would skin you.", the technician soon joked back.
Arawn soon chuckled but went silent thinking about his father wondering what was wrong, "Strange... never seen him so detached before... was the King really that important to him?"
Finishing his water it was time to dock which itself was the usual, not everyday Margrave Uthyr Clarice would become back so soon from his various campaigns, after all they tend to last 3-6 months long and sometimes a year.
"This is Dock, you have permission to dock.", a voice soon stated at a control center with a old man with looked to be a butler uniform watching, who soon left to greet his liege.
After the docking procedures completed various vehicles on wheels came in which was the entire force of the March of Clarice expedition. Soon after a whooshing sound closed the docking bay soon many within the trucks started to come out after a two month long expedition.
Margrave Uthyr Clarice, behind him Marshal Rido, and his son Arawn who stretched.
"My lord you have returned safely I see, was the campaign going well?", the old butler soon asked his liege.
"The usual, I hope I am not too late.", Uthyr soon asked.
"You will be a tad late but such is the way of Margrave Clarice.", the Butler soon bowed.
"Arawn your with me, Marshal take command of the retinue and head back to the mansion.", Margrave Uthyr soon ordered as he bowed.
Soon both Arawn and Uthyr exited out of the docks with a horse carriage waiting for them as both of them entered it, to sit down. For most part the trip was in full silence with Arawn looking at his father who was looking out of the window in deep thought.
'Seriously... father is acting so weirdly... what is with him today?', Arawn soon was thinking looking at his father.
'Why do I got a bad feeling hell is going to freeze over soon?'
Soon the carriage arrived at the Grand Chapel of Babel. One could see thousands of mourners on the streets crying as state funeral of their beloved King was being held. Both of House Clarice soon walked towards the Chapel being stopped for a moment from the guards until they realized who they were stopping then allowed them through. The Great doors of the Chapel soon opened as singing could be heard from inside from a choir. Suddenly everything went silent as Margrave Uthyr made his entrance which Arawn saw all nobility of the Kingdom were in attendance.
'Crap... we are really... really... late.', Arawn panicked internally as he saw everyone was already seated.
Suddenly he noticed his father ignored all stares and continued forward which prompted well more like forced Arawn to follow his father towards a large casket. Arawn acted composed as his father, being in front of other nobility he 'HAD' to look the part, of being Margrave's Uthyr's son. Both would be wearing their usual militaristic attire of House Clarice and symbols of both the Kingdom of Selardia and their house could be seen on their clothing. After all the Margrave was on campaign when this tragedy struck. Soon both came up to the Casket and Suddenly Margrave came up to it to pay his respect as he knelt down before the body of his liege, now dead corpse. Arawn went to his knee as well promptly, once his father did so with only silence could be heard almost if the Margrave was secretly talking to his King. Soon his father stood up and walked towards his seats for his House which was saved with Arawn continuing to follow his father. Soon both sat down and the funeral soon continued, with all the while Arawn felt relieved he was now sitting and hoping not being noticed.
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Post by Rabite on Nov 23, 2015 3:09:54 GMT -6
It has been a few years since he had step foot into the capital, being busy around the nation with his usual work, he did not expect his next visit here is to give his prayers to the King. James of Gransela, the current Die Gerade of Devanism and the Count of Gransela, drew many looks from the other nobles as he continues towards the Grand Chapel of Babel where the King remains. His personal identity is somewhat a bothersome position, indeed as a fellow noble of Selardia it is fitting that he pay his respect to his former ruler, which is the entire why he came here today. However he is also the Die Gerade of Devanism, now the problem what kind of religious blessing should be given to the King, who is also the Leader of the Babel faith?
Besides him is Lady Ann of Gransela, his twin sister who is also the designated regent when James is away on his trips, she might provide an answer to the problems. When the two arrives the nobles had a question in mind, would the Die Gerade bless the King as a fellow religious leader, or would he as a vassal of the royal family pay his respect just like a follower of Babel? The two slowly walk to the body, and James, took off the mitre on his head, and place his holy scepter in front of his chest and give a light bow, an act of respect of the Devanism faith. It looks like the Count had decided to arrive as the leader of Die Gerade rather than the Count of Gransela, which drew some eyebrows, especially from the royal family. However his sister, instead knelt down and gave a Babel prayer before standing back up. As Ann is the designated regent, this in a way shows respect in both religions but yet from the same House, and at least it shows enough respect to avoid any bad feelings from the royal family who nods in response.
"May your soul return to the embrace of nature."
After Ann finishes, James adds a line of his own before backing away. The two then return to their assigned seats, and takes a look around the chapel, nodding to quite a few of the nobles that wishes to pay their respect to their Die Gerade and to the nobles with relations with Gransela. Count Charles III of Exion was one of them, along with his daughter Florina, and his son Regius. The two groups exchange a smile and nod as greetings, before looking ahead for the funeral to continue.
Half way into the event, the two members of House Clarice enters the chapel, interrupting the event. The two of them were not too happy that someone could be late for such an important happening, but James calms his sister, knowing that the two must have rushed back from the front lines to get here. That said they should have arrived long ago, but it wasn't within his duty to point fingers about how others do in their job.
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Post by Richter on Nov 23, 2015 3:33:33 GMT -6
Margrave Tzympenos was fortunate enough to be in his court when the messenger arrived, it was naturally the first place the young man checked. One of his vigilantes, the boy was still dressed in his fatigues as he pushed open the doors to the family mansion and came lumbering in. He drew breath in deep, wheezing gulps, the exertion evident in the laboring of his chest and redness of his face. He paused in the doorway for a moment before regaining his energy, and his courage, enough to approach the throne. His sister-wife sat beside him in a seat of her own, both made to appear elegant; studded with stones and precious metals, and bolted to a raised section of the floor. Stained glass windows let in light, and lamps provided more natural illumination.
The soldier gripped a piece of parchment in his hands, and Dragos could already see the royal sealed stamped upon it with wax when he bowed to show his respects. The margrave's face hardened almost immediately.
"My lord-" The vigilante began, but he was cut off before getting more than two words in."
"Speak. What news do you bring, soldier?"
"Yes, my lord. It's a missive from the steward of House Luna."
"The steward?" He asked, eyebrow raising. The young man nodded quickly. A curling finger commanded him to approach, and Dragos took the letter and opened it without delay.
His wife slouched heavily to the side to read over his shoulder, and upon noticing this he tilted the page to allow her better view. His eyes scanned the page once...twice...and then he nodded slowly.
"Soldier."
"Yes, Margrave?"
"Find my son. And tell him that, whatever he is doing, he is to stop it and return home. Now. Is that clear?"
"Crystal."
Dragos waved the trooper to depart without another word, and he quickly made himself scarce. Neither he, nor his woman, looked at each other for several long minutes.
It was Sofia who finally broke the verbal detente. "This changes things."
"It does. I can only imagine what kind of chaos this news is stirring in the capital."
"And here."
He shook his head. "No. That much, at least, I can predict. Even with a few...recent events changing the game. Regardless, the cards are dealt. What's on the table plays."
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Victor Tzympenos, heir to the March of Caliacra, made entrance the better part of an hour later. Compared to the subject that came before, he regarded the royals with a mere nod of the head. As was fitting, being his family.
"I hear we have some big news?" The youngest started off, his interest piqued by the urgency of his summons.
Dragos nodded. "We do. I trust you weren't doing anything too untoward?"
"Not this time. I hurried back as quickly as I could. What's the situation?"
"The King is dead, and with no heir, House Luna is all but defunct. Meaning..." Dragons began.
His sister finished. "That the dukes here in our city will begin to fight, as both can trace their lineages back to the Kingdom's ruling dynasty. One of them is likely to try and place themselves on the now vacant throne."
Victor whistled. "Interesting times, these."
"That would be one way to say it, yes. I trust you realize what this means?"
"Of course."
"Good. You may just get to get your hands bloody if the two can't work something out." Margrave Dragos said, giving something of a lopsided smile to his son. The child laughed in response.
"Ah, you know me too well."
"Yes, too well."
That took the wind out of his sails, and the prince shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to take the comeback. Luckily, his father didn't let it sit for long.
"Get dressed, we'll be heading to the funeral tomorrow as a family. No funny business." Sofia cut in to tell him.
"No funny business." Her brother mirrored.
"No funny business." Victor echoed, agreeing to the terms. All three nodded, and they left to prepare.
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The Tzympenos entourage arrived after that of Gransela, but not so much after as to be late, the way that the other Margrave's family was. At the head of the group marched husband and wife side by side, and elbow in elbow. Victor followed behind them, and a handful of soldiers trailed after and brought up the flanks. They all wore smart looking military uniforms, double breasted jackets with gold buttons and finely tailored trims of silver. Armor bulged beneath the coats, if someone with a keen eye was looking. Maces and pistols hung from belts, and in the Margrave's case, he carried the symbol of office and heirloom that was his family's walking stick, using it to support his weight as they climbed the steps to the entrance. House Tzympenos has always had something of a strained relationship with the Church of Babel, but even so they responded to the invitation to this event, as was only right as vassals to the royal family...or at least to Duke Lamarck, whose loyalty to the late House Luna was apparent. The new arrivals glanced around the packed chamber, nodding in greeting and respect to their peers as they strode into the inner sanctum.
Victor and their bodyguards took to their assigned seats while the couple strode down the aisle to pay their own respects. The priest in charge of the ceremony gave them an uncertain look, but continued with the procession without a delay. In his gloved hands the Margrave held a bundle of flowers, white as paper, and he gently laid them down upon the king's casket. The pair lowered their heads reverently, paying all due respects quietly before making their way to their pews.
They looked up when House Clarice's delegates arrived sometime later, eyes following them the entire way. But they did not seemed bothered by the lateness of their showing. The wild cards, as it were. Where that family placed their hand, if anywhere, could decide the future of the city. Suffice to say, Dragos was very interested in what was going through the old man's mind as he knelt in silence at the head of the temple.
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Post by Pitman on Nov 24, 2015 19:38:08 GMT -6
As So the Funeral continued without any interruption, as Margrave Uthyr continued to look onward with a calm face and Arawn who wondered what was the point of all these ceremonies that the Church did. Though his father was no believer it didn't carry over to Arawn. Well more like he was not sure either way his mother believed in it but his father didn't, which made things interesting at home especially these days. The Funeral soon came to a close with everyone getting up as the Coffin was closed and soon was grabbed by the Royal Guard who then began to carry it out of the church. All Nobles would be lead to a special balcony as one could see the Royal Mausoleum, which houses all members of House Luna. Priests in front with the royal guard and soon the doors opened marking the end of the ceremony and royal guard who brought in the coffin soon took out their swords and stood at attention, to not allow anyone in to disturb the tomb.
"So its done,", Arawn commented looking on to his father who shook his dead.
"No, now the nobles will gather at the post ceremony feast to spread good memories of the King. More importantly this is where we will see the current state of the aristocracy.", Uthyr soon stated with his son which meant more Etiquette.
'Great another party.... this is why sometimes I wished I wasn't dad's only son.', Arawn soon thought.
Soon various carriages would take the nobles to the Lunar Palace where food was prepared and even various alcoholic drinks. The Steward was in charge of everything in having everything perfect even as his liege was now in immortality and not of this mortal world. Time would pass into a early evening as the food would be laid out in the various tables of course the highest table was empty but the two second high of the Dukes would be filled with them and their own family. Arawn would be with his father seated in the table of various Margraves and their own families which now would be the next highest tables after the Dukes. Though joy and remembrance was within the room of their King, everyone sharing their memories of him Arawn began to noticed something in the air that made him unease. He saw his father composed as he drank his wine, who noticed it even before they came in.
'What the... this is weird its almost everyone has been splitting into two sides of the room...', Arawn thought or was his eyes playing tricks. So this is what his father meant with the last of the Royal House dead it would mean the next of kin would be the heir to the Kingdom but who were they?
Feeling the unease and after eating many nobles were up and about talking to another, Arawn soon says, "I am going to take a walk around father."
Uthyr turned to his son nodding, as he knew his son was not 'used' to court as of yet. Being only 19 years old he only had limited on his experience and would still be considered a greenhorn to many nobles. He would continue to drink his wine in silence when Arawn left. Arawn continued to look around with one of the many servers offered him another glass of wine which he took out of habit but already drank his fill. He would continue to look around looking at the various nobles in discussion some of them looked in his direction then turned around.
'Weird... its almost like... their talking about me or better yet our House behind our backs for some reason..', Arawn soon thought.
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During this Duke Byrius was drinking his Brandy from a glass which looking at the room. Of course he already have begun preparations especially if his spies are correct on what Duke Lamarck was planning.
'Oh course now... he would be making a bid to the throne due to his grandmother like I. Those upstarts always think their so clever on everything but my family has been doing this longer then them. We have the right on pure fact of the linage line AND foundation of this nation. What is he thinking, in causing the nobles to debate.', Duke Byrius soon thought.
One of his retainers would come up to him and whispered in his ear, "My Lord, the documentation is ready as well witness for you my liege. With this we can win Margrave Clarice to our side and end this before it becomes, complicated."
The Duke smirked at that comment on how this was already complicated to begin with. The King didn't leave a will of who was his heir and his last words were about Margrave Clarice. If he played his cards right, yes he can convince the usual Noble into his side and tip the scale into his favor. It would force two things of course, which was Duke Lamarck would back off or would escalate the situation.
'Of course I hope for the first as a peaceful means to end this but if he escalates... no he won't but I do expect his own subordinates to not be quiet. In fact even if the Duke says for his hounds to stay they may go rabid dog and strike before even his knowledge. Regardless either situation would help House Byrius to the Throne and finally the rightful family on the throne shall rule.', Duke Bryius smirked.
After all in both situations would make House Lamarck into looking like a bunch of ramble who started this and not House Byrius, even though House Byrius is by the truth the ones provoking the situation.
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Post by Rabite on Nov 24, 2015 21:13:36 GMT -6
As the funeral ends, a group of armored warriors heads over and hands James a set of clothing, including a large white fur mantle and a jade amulet with the symbol of Devanism carved on both sides. This is his usual attire, the one that he uses since he had taken up his current position. The mantle itself is lightly decorated with gems of low value, and is thick enough to keep the wearer warm and provide protections from rough weather conditions. The innards actually contains woven metal strings that can provide a degree of protection when necessary, but yet is light enough to be worn regularly. After he's done the two gets on a carriage to head for the Palace.
After arriving at the palace, James and Ann took up a spot near the center of the room, with many of James' followers gathering around them.
"Greetings, Lord Sheppard, it has been of some time since I have seen you."
"I am honored to be in your presence, your holiness. I have everything prepared back at my country, and the supplies would be handed out as soon as I return."
"Excellent job, however be sure to not disrupt the lives of the people. I wish for the people to live as they can, so do not simply put on a show and retake the wealth after the charity mission is over."
"I understand, I will with all of my powers make sure that it is carried out Just and Righteous."
James, was having a conversation with some of his religious followers after the ceremony. Although they were able to give him a formal greeting similar to the ones that had for the King, James stopped them and ask them to simply act as normal, after all this place belongs to the Church of Babel and he did not want to create any problems between the religions.
Some other nobles had taken up the faith of Devanism, and were introduced to James, who then gave them his blessing and a few words to make sure they are truly following his cause rather than for the benefits of joining the religious group. As they near finish, a few other figures approached the group, after noticing their identity the nobles stepped aside so they could approach.
"Greetings to you, my Die Gerade. Lady Gransela."
""Your holiness, your honor.""
The three members of Exion had came over to join up with James and Ann, as Florina holds an important position within the Church of Devan, the nobles around show similar levels of respect towards her when they notice her approaching. Florina has an attire similar to James himself but is quite a bit lighter, the amulet around her neck is made out of silver rather than jade, and rather than the heavy mantle she has a thin cloak that wraps around her. Not a common dress up for someone her age, but then again, it's more common than what James is wearing.
"Ah, well met, my eminence. Same to you, Lord Exion, Sir Exion."
"It has been a while Lord Exion, Florina. I trust that you were satisfied with the new designs? If you're satisfied then we can send the next shipment of 200 rifles, and 6000 rounds within a week."
"Sounds great, Gransela work has always been the finest. The payments will be transferred as soon as the goods have arrived."
Gransela funded their countries selling military equipment for ages, although the number has been decreased since James have taken over, their quality have increased to the point where they're among the best suppliers in the Kingdom. That said James did not really want to provide more weapons of war in fear of them disrupting the peace, but Ann convinced him that weapons would more likely be used for deterrent rather than open war.
After a short greeting James gets up his seat, deciding that he should head around and have a better understanding of the current situation. After all the King dying without naming a successor can't be a good news. So he left his sister to continue their business talk with Lord Exion and his son, and takes a walk around the palace with Florina by his side. Many of his followers wanted to go with him, but he decided that it's better to not have a crowd follow him around and refused their requests.
"The nobles are splitting into separate sides... do you think they would..."
"Most likely, now is the perfect timing for the Dukes to take power, and of course the nobles of the different sides would hope that the lord they support would be the one to sit on the throne. Unfortunately... peace will not last long."
"What should we do? Many will perish for nothing if they fight, with no winners, the only thing that remains would be a shattered Kingdom..."
The two are quite worried about what the death of the King will bring, a great disaster to the country. However James also wonders how many nobles will truly support the Dukes, after all, many of them would prefer to sit back and let the higher ups fight, then swear loyalty to the winners. Perhaps if he can create a stalemate by having a third faction it might at least stop the open civil war.
"Is it really that hard for them to bring up the kindness and virtues in their heart? Is the throne really that important?"
"Well my dear... remember, we cannot and must not force people to share our values, some people are just willing to throw away everything for their own ambitions. We must find the heart to forgive their weaknesses, and continue to reach out to them with our words. No matter how difficult, no matter if it will shatter this body of mine, as long as it can save the lives of others."
Although James is not a very powerful man by physical strength, his mental ability is unparalleled, and he is willing to use all of his ability in order to hold back the two Dukes from going at each other's throats. Florina however is a bit worried at what James has said, sure it's not uncommon for someone to say they will give it their all to do something, but from being close to him for so long she knows that he really will sacrifice himself for the cause. She quickly takes a look around the room, trying to find something to change the topic, and spot a young man with the emblem of House Uthyr on him.
"My lord, that young man over there seems to be distressed about something. How about we head over and solve his worries?"
"Hm... someone from Uthyr... very well, it's our duty to help those in need."
He knows that his fiancee changed the topic on purpose, but he knows there would be little that he could do about the whole situation. Deciding that he can worry about it at a later date, he heads over to see if he can have a new follower in his church, or at least learn a bit more about what Margrave Uthyr wants to do.
"Hello sir, you look like you're bothered by something, perhaps you would like to tell us about it?"
Florina was the one that spoke to the young man with a smile, being quite used to dealing with younger people, even when she herself is only a few years older. Her success could be due to a few reasons, for one compared to James who has an aura of authority that's better suited for dealing with nobles, Florina is a lot more friendly and has more smile on her face. While James can make a person feel like they're at home and talking to their best friend, Florina makes them feel like they are sitting in the arms of their mother, so that they could relax without worries. Another reason is probably her figures, which even under the cloak would draws several stares from passersby, in fact the cloak that wraps around her body makes her more attractive than if she is wearing a regular dress.
But of course both of them are pretty famous people, being the Die Gerade and one of the few Arch Bishop of Devanism, Arawn might be able to bring up some memories of the two in front of him. If not their faces, then at least the amulets that they wear and the scepter that James is holding should draw some memories of who they might be.
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Post by Richter on Nov 24, 2015 22:15:25 GMT -6
The Tzympenos remained quiet and unobtrusive for most of the sobering ritual, the king's last rites. When it came time for the feast to begin, they moved along in tandem with the other supporters of House Lamarck, bulking out the already impressively sized cult of personality that their lord possessed. This should be a surprise to no one, because their loyalties were always worn quite plainly. Nor was it a surprise to Dragos that the disunity in the kingdom was already visible to the naked eye as soon as they had walked through the door to the feast's chambers. Whether by instinct or design, the ball room was split almost perfectly down the center, with the dividing line being who pledged allegiance to which liege. It was a polarizing situation, and Dragos could tell that the more 'perceptive' members of the lower peerages, viscounts and barons, were put ill at ease by it. Those without a side were finding themselves under a great deal of focus from either faction, both seeking to use this opportunity to court allies and gauge political opinions.
As the next highest rank behind the dukes themselves, Dragos and his family sat to their liege's immediate left, with the other margrave under his command taking up the right so that they, even in this occasion, guarded his flanks.
"The lines are being drawn." Victor whispered under his breath, trying to keep from being overheard in between bites of food.
"It didn't take long, did it?" His father asked, rhetorically.
"I'm kind of impressed."
"You shouldn't be," Dragos informed him, going into a brief lecture, "this situation has been bubbling below the surface since you were a child. The royal family has been...troubled, for a long time. That the king would die with no heir, was a situation many ambitious people have been planning for."
"Do you think we will fight?"
Dragos gave a weak shrug of the shoulders. "It depends how many cards fall on either side of the table. Speaking of..." Trailing off, he nodded to where Arawn was breaking away from the main body of the gathering.
Victor followed to where he was looking.
"That's the heir to the March of Clarice. Go talk to him, feel things out, see if you can gauge who his father plans to support. It'd be too suspicious if I went myself."
"Is this the reason you brought me?" He asked, looking at his father sidelong, who nodded.
"You have your uses, now carry them out."
"I can feel the love, right here." The younger said, pounding his chest.
"I invested sixteen years of love by raising you with my own hand. Now it is time for you to repay it." Victor opened his mouth to argue, but the finality in his father's voice implied that it wasn't something to be countermanded. He clicked his tongue as if in disgust, and pushed back his chair to rise. Dragos grabbed his shoulder just before that point and gave a light squeeze, a wry smile tugging back the corner of his lips. The prince couldn't help but return it.
Sometimes, not even he could understand the man. Hot-and-cold, to be sure. But that was how Victor had always known him to be. He muttered a few 'excuses' and 'pardon me's' to the nobility seated around him, eagerly slipping out of the webs of conversation threatening to snare him as he headed towards the fringes of the crowd.
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But it would seem that others had the same idea of approaching the lone knight, Victor slowed his approach just enough to hear the tail end of their introduction. Politely, he let them complete it before walking into their fields of vision.
"Lord, lady, and sir." Victor said, bowing his head in polite greeting to James, Florina, and Arawn. In that order, moving from highest title to lowest. "Tense night, isn't it? What a poor way to pay respects to the king, circling his corpse like vultures, and scheming on how to divvy up the prime cuts. It's also ruining a good party."
It was clear that he had also noticed that the knight looked rather lost in these turbulent political waters, but he approached it from a different, and more subtle angle, than the religious figure beside him. On that note he made no special attention to call out that he recognized the office they held, but considering that he knew the secular titles, it was probably a safe bet he had at least a vague inkling.
"Nice to see I'm not the only one who was getting tired of it." He concluded, smiling disarmingly to the trio as he looked back to the packed tables, trying to distance himself from the commotion and squabbles therein. Like the rest of House Tzympenos, and Arawn's own Clarice, the prince was dressed as if he planned to march right off to battle, all grays, magentas, and golds with weaponry worn in a way that added both power and stature rather than simple menace. He cut an imposing figure.
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Post by Pitman on Nov 25, 2015 1:49:22 GMT -6
Arawn continued to observe the party as it was apparent something felt off he would go off to the corner but before he could he was stopped by two people he didn't recognize only a beautiful woman and a man with a scepter. First he noticed the symbol on them looked eerily familiar. Looking at them they talked to me to his own surprise Arawn soon asks, "Well uhh interesting observation, and you are?"
Though he already had a suspicion who it was he simply had to confirm these two which he heard of rumors. As a Knight Baronet who was in a life of training to fight he simply didn't have time for knowing about religion, though his mother would scold him if she heard him think that. It was a little distraction to the woman next to the man in a scepter which made him wondering if they were husband and wife. Or even trying to just unnerve him which wouldn't be a first time. Just when it was getting awkward he was saved by another voice which he turned to which he noticed. First it was weird this couple which he began to suspect had an ulterior motive and now another joined the fray.
"You also have an interesting observation as well, today is bringing me quite the crowd.", Arawn soon stated as if he simply gave up getting as breather.
Taking a small sip of his wine he simply now gets to it, "For your question I believe this uhh your name my lord?"
Waiting for an expected response he soon continues, "It is quite tense and its quite unnerving. Especially all the looks a lot of them have been giving."
Of course Arawn meant both these so called 'groups' have been looking at not just him but others who were not on either side. It felt very tense to the point like if someone stated something inappropriate it would cause a massive stir.
"What brings all of you to me, after all I am simply a Knight Baronet and nothing more.", Arawn soon stated as fact, though other noble houses may have their children granted titles within their families House Clarice did things quite differently.
For one no one of the House was considered Nobility unless it was necessary, which sometimes happen often, as titles were given by the King himself when someone earned that right. That is what made them different in House Clarice you earned your right to be a noble and never given. In the past they're has been different members of the family forced out due to failing as a member of the House. Arawn being the only son of the Margrave, some stated it was a given he was going to be preferred treatment after all who in their right mind do that to their only heir? Alas Margrave Clarice did what others of the House did and Arawn in fact only lived with his mother until he was 5 then spent years not even allowed in the Mansion until he was proven worthy to even live in that life style. If anyone knew this it would come as a shock to nobility that Arawn spent until he was 17 as a commoner and had to earn himself into the simple spot of being a Knight Baronet which other lazy nobles wouldn't even manage to do so. Go figure that he was a greenhorn in many Noble activities, he simply was more commoner then Noble in personality and forced to prove himself time and time again to his father. Even now Arawn never stated this but its been many years since he seen his mother. In fact some say his mother and father hardly talk to each other almost if they don't love each other anymore. Arawn wouldn't be shocked if rumors about his mother were true on her so called nightly activities which involves many other nobles. He seen what Nobles could do for the sake of fun and he always felt disgusted with that act. See the view of a commoner one would think he would fully support House Lamarck in their very pro commoner policies, but in fact he only supported his House after inside he wished things were not like this and his family was again a united family.
"Still all of you must have something to ask except old feelings. After all doesn't nobles always discuss many matters in parties like these?", Arawn soon asked in a blunt statement and not even a bit a subtle.
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Uthyr continued to drink alone as he saw his son went off, he may not show it and hard to even admit it but, he was proud of how his son was turning out. The only issue lately have been so much work has piled on his table and with the King now dead it would only bring unnecessary trouble. So much so he already figured what was even happening before his son noticed it, after all both Dukes have been building up support over the years especially after the Black Wyvern Revolt which ended with the death of all known heirs to the throne. He did it, he failed the Princess-Knight he called his comrade and friend; as well failed his King who was a friend and one who viewed the world similarly. Everything has been getting worse and even his own wife simply lost her belief in him which he caused himself. Even now she could be with- no he wouldn't think of it. Even if its rumor or fact he was Margrave and he deep down inside still loved be beloved wife, even if the feelings are no longer mutual like it used to be. Only thing he truly had left was his honor and Duty to the realm to defend this nation from its enemies. Even now days have gone by since the Holy Medeen War and the Black Wyvern revolt that Selardia's enemies have been steadily coming closer and closer in incursions. They smell blood in the sea of stars and the kingdom would be overwhelmed if he didn't kept putting her enemies down time and time again. For now Medeen will not even attempt to strike for at least another year after suffering such disasterly defeat. Within the year Margrave Uthyr and his own son have put down 9 incursions and left nothing but destruction in their wake. Of course he let everyone go back and talk how strong the military might of Selardia still was, she was not weak even with an Sickly King with no Heir. If one Margrave could do this much damage, what would happen with the entirety of the Houses of this nation? Knowing how expansionist the current Holy Empress Mevia Medeen III, was she wouldn't suffer a defeat. Not after how her father suffered at his hands. He felt like he was getting old now, 46 and already many lords have passed on to the next generation. The Two Dukes his junior in age and most of the nobility have simply come into their own. Then his very own enemies at Medeen only one was older and still made him cringe on his tactics. Luck with have it he was now Chancellor of the 22 year old Holy Empress, has given him much luck.
With this luck Uthyr was relieved it gave his son enough time to trained and now he was in the belief at least militarily Arawn will be able to hold his own and if he ever died replace him without much concern. Now the only trouble now is that is to prepare him on the political realm which he dreaded the most. The biggest hurdle of course is how many nobles are now, and part of him wished his wife was not the way she was now who in all intents and purposes a better noble then he. That is how he met her and how he fell in loved with her when they were young, a woman who simply knew everything about him and simply outdo him in anything with dealing with the various ways of Noblesse Etticate. It would of been uneventful until a man who looked to be working under the Steward of the Royal House came up to him to passed him a folded paper.
"What is this?", Uthyr soon asked but the man soon walked away which gave him suspicion one of the Nobles was trying to contact him.
Who could it be? Duke Byrius or Duke Lamarck? Either way they probably both would wish to talk to him which annoyed him more. He was likely the only Margrave who was neutral in this political zoo, after all he hated the infighting it caused and endangers to the realm even more so against Medeen.
'Whoever it is they better got a good reason, it's not like I am changing my stance these days. Duke Byrius? Duke Lamarck? The young pups are going to be the death of me one of these days.', Uthyr soon commented internally.
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Post by Rabite on Nov 25, 2015 22:17:26 GMT -6
"I am Florina of Exion, please to meet you. This is his ho-"
"Call me James, Sir Clarice, Sir Tzympenos."
James decided to not introduce his title or positions, he didn't want to make it seem like he's someone superior to them, and prefer to remain as a fellow friend. He did not continue further for the time, allowing Florina to continue with the conversation she had with Arawn.
"Why, do one truly need hidden intention for a regular conversation? Can't we simply talk like fellow members of the kingdom, and enjoy our time for the being? I have noticed that you seemed bothered, and hope that we could provide answers to your problems, that's all."
Arawn was right in that he is nothing more than a Knight Baronet, if they had political intentions then they should have went for someone with higher positions, but that is not the reason why they have chosen to talk to him. They simply saw that Arawn seems to express his concerns towards the other nobles, and as followers of Devanism, they wish to guide the confused out of the fogs that have created for themselves.
"Perhaps there are others that act different from your own, perhaps not what you had expected. It is unwise to deny the actions of others, simply because they do not reach your standards. There are no one person in this world that thinks and acts completely the same way, the nobles in the room today simply had different priorities than your own, that's all. No matter if it's good or bad, you should try to understand their reasoning, on why have they chose to do something different from your own."
And that is exactly what Florina is doing, the two of them did not speak for their own benefits, but rather because they truly believe that their ways will help many others. With their own words they hope to change the society for the better, to create a new world without conflict with each other. It is true that is a near impossible task, but only by taking the first step would others follow your example, and ultimately reach the goal that you have pictured.
"The death of the King might have stirred up worries and other negative emotions among the people, however even in such times one must remain strong, and not simply give in to their ambitions. Our duty as a person that live in this world is to help improve it for both ourselves and for everything else, surely there would be better choices than a military conflict?"
She reaches over and grabs his free hand with both of her own, holding it like when one is holding a small baby animal, with care and warmth.
"Do not let your position as a Knight Baronet or as a member of Clarice cover your eyes, see the world through your own visions, judge its ways with mercy on your own. You are not simply a Knight Baronet, nor is any other noble in this room simply a noble, they are also themselves. People have many different personas, they are the sons and daughters of their parents, father and mother of their children, friends, rulers, subjects. Many of them carry out their actions for reasons other than for their own personal gain, so just they can maintain the duty of their other personas. When you judge them, please remember this fact, and try to treat them with mercy and kindness. Only with such emotions can you truly solve a problem, when you act with your own will and not by any external influences, and choose to act for the good of the world. How about you try it too? Maybe begin with a smile a day?"
While Florina talks to Arawn, James focuses on Victor who had approached the three.
"Indeed the actions of the nobles are not something to be desired or praised, but I forgive them. It is within one's duty as head of different families to sought the best for their family and people, I simply hope that they would remember the kindness in their heart, and avoid casualties as much as possible. How about you Sir Tzympenos? I personally hope that the nobles in the Kingdom can work it out without killing our fellow countrymen, would it be too much for me ask your family to spare the lives of the civilians?"
James knows that a civil war would eventually break out, so he did not dream of avoiding it completely, rather he simply hope that the nobles would try to keep the casualties and damages to minimum.
"War will simply create hatred and disasters, if we have to resort to war than that means the leaders have failed in their duty to gain through normal political means. Only with words can we truly solve conflict that any amount of explosives and ammunition cannot. Perhaps it might sound too silly, too wishful, but if one does not even believe that it is possible to achieve peace, then we truly have abandoned the cause and all hope towards it."
His words are not difficult to understand, in fact anyone with some degree of education would be able to speak similar words, but it is different coming from this man. Unlike the Victor, he seems to be far from the image of a warrior, but his determination and the strength within his words are no weaker than any well renowned war heroes. He is simply fighting another war against the world with his ideals, his teachings, and his faith in the goodness that exist within every being in this world.
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Post by Richter on Nov 25, 2015 22:51:22 GMT -6
"Well James, you may call me Victor. It's a pleasure to meet you both, and if I may, you're looking quite exquisite tonight. I've never seen true jade in person before. And worked to such perfection, it suits you and your lady." Victor said, exchanging his name and pleasantries in return, doing so before the conversation between Florina and Arawn could take off. Although it might be easy to pass it over in such a loud environment, it would appear the man was making a pass at the both of them - at once. He took a sip of wine from the glass that he had brought with him, similar to the Knight beside him, a look of challenge in his eye as if the game had only just now begun; smile widening to show bone-white teeth.
He politely bowed out of the conversation happening beside him and focused his attention on James, partially turning away from the pair so that they could talk in relative privacy. Or to give the illusion of not listening in at least. Of course, it'd be impossible to not catch at least some of it from how close they were. But Tzympenos didn't seem very worried that they'd overhear him in turn.
"Ah, the balance of duty and ambition. A knife-edge game if there ever was one even in the best of times. But now? The dukes play for stakes greater than most men can dream of. Bloodshed is likely to be inevitable. I wouldn't throw dice over the outcome, that's for sure." Victor spoke clearly and without hesitation, not leaving much time to ponder words. Still, it seemed that he wasn't as green as Arawn was to the intrigues of the court even if they were close in age.
"You know of my House, so you know of our reputation. We've never purposefully spilled blood unless its owner had already rendered it forfeit. But that's easier said than done in war. Another inevitability. How many true 'civilians' do you think exist in our kingdom? I mean freemen, not subjects. Serfs. The latter compose armies, supply food. Most do not pick sides, they are born into them. And if they left their lands, where would they go, and what would they do? To ignore them would be humane, but foolish. How many would die long term?" He continued swirling the blood-red drink in his glass, eyes watching his reflection twist as the reflection was distorted in the process. A look of contemplation came over his face, suddenly making him look all the more serious than just moment before. He spoke of course of the social contract. Nobles had an obligation, but so did the peasants. Sometimes men on both ends of the spectrum forgot that. "I find politics just as dirty as battle. Maybe worse. In a perverse way, I'd say it breeds more of the negativity you speak out against."
"But," he began, raising his glass and pointing at the man across from him as his grin from before returned in force, "I like to duel, so I may be biased. But. I'll drink to peace, if you'll join me."
Supposing that the religious figure would take him up on it: Victor would throw back his drink in one toss, and wipe his mouth with the back of a hand. "I think by the end of the night we'll see if you get your wish."
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Post by Pitman on Nov 26, 2015 3:02:29 GMT -6
"Isn't that what those at these parties normally do? I mean this is how deals are made in the background in all the various debates.", Arawn pointed out, though he was not well good at it yet he knew it at least.
Especially when you run into two completely people suddenly taking an interest in you it would make anyone pause for a second on their game. But as they soon continued to talk the more it was going against what is commonly known almost if they were, as one would put it genuine. Then when his hand was taken he was taken aback, it almost felt like a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time, not of a friend no... like one of a caring mother or a caring sister. This changed his mind as he was beginning to show these two were not 'enemies' simply good people. That alone is a rarity in this type of climate and it felt actually a relief in a way. So much so he finally let his guard down and sighed.
'Well, well, there is actually some people like this in the world', Arawn thought as Florina finished.
"My Lady and uhh James please forgive my rudeness. I am not used to actual friendly faces in this type of party.", Arawn soon admitted as he did a slight courteous bow.
Now knowing he was not among enemies he soon admits, "Many things have happened as of late and I, though I am an heir to my father I am unsure of myself. Having my entire life to prove to him I am an worthy heir it sometimes feels its for nothing. Now with the King dead it's... well more then ever I have to prove to him before... before any type of conflict arises."
It meant he admitted he was completely lost and without a guide, House Clarice was a good House to its subjects but it still had problems of direction when it comes to members of the House. To be one of them you must prove it yourself and to do so meant doing it without any guide or help. After all it was up to the members to figure it out and show themselves worthy.
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Margrave Uthyr soon finished his meal and the crowds of nobles were now walking and talking with one another in fake pleasantries. Uthyr ignored them all as he used this as a time to go where he needed to, walking to a side door without being noticed he soon entered the hallway which was mostly empty with candle light could be seen illuminating the hall. He began to head to his destination in a brisk manner going pass paintings and other rich decor. When he finally came up to the room he soon entered and walked into a solar with darken skies behind. There the object of his summons was no other then Duke Lamarck.
"You called me Duke Lamarck?", Uthyr soon asked in a respectful manner.
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Post by Rabite on Nov 26, 2015 16:32:22 GMT -6
"Why, thank you very much Victor. By value alone the jade might not compare to the more expensive jewels such as the diamond, but it is known to some cultures to be filter distractions and aid in decision making. I hope with the help of such natural stones I can keep my visions clear and just. Your uniform is very matching too, shows the discipline and valor matching for a military official."
James returned the pleasantries with a bit of his own, while Florina bows slightly towards Victor as a reply. James is not a drinker by any means, believing that alcohol and other similar substance would affect his decisions, stopping the duty of Just. Because of such beliefs, he took a glass of non-alcoholic wine instead, and continues to have their conversations.
"Indeed the dukes are attempting to reach the stars. It is not a bad thing to have ambition, as it is what fuels the action of many. However I'm more worried that such ambitions would cover their eyes, blind them of reasonable acts, and it might be too late for them to realize the danger before them. Look at their own supporters, I wonder how many of them are truly loyal to whom they swore. Even if one of the Dukes manage to take the throne and become the next King, he would be unlikely to be able to use their full authority, being restricted by the other nobles that have lend a hand for their own gain."
When asked about the definition of civilians, James gave it a bit of thought before giving a firm answer that he believes in.
"Everyone that lives in this kingdom. Before the law, the King and the Farmer would be treated the same way, only so can one claim that their decisions are Just. As such, I believe nobles, merchants, farmers, soldiers, they are all people, they simply have different duties. If those that holds the position of a noble wishes to fight for their own gains, let them do so. The duty of a noble is to lead their land and people, if they truly believe that it is necessary to go into battle, I don't see anything wrong with it. However it must only be kept between nobles, and not one that drags the rest of the Kingdom into it. A total war, must be avoided, at all cost. Even if I have to step into the dirt in order to achieve it."
In a way he has shown what him and many of the nobles that follow him would choose to do, to keep the fighting to minimum. There's no actual treaties of avoiding damage towards the peasants, but James hopes to achieve something of the sort in the future. If his teaching alone won't be enough, he will pull forward his political power into play in order to create a timing suitable for such agreements. Of course this won't necessary be bad for the parties involved, by avoiding collateral damage it would reduce the casualties and damages to both sides, thus when the winner obtains the throne they would be able to have a whole kingdom rather than the remains of it.
"Indeed, to Peace."
He follows his fellow noble's example and takes the drink, using a handkerchief rather than his sleeves to avoid getting his white clothes dirty.
"...It is indeed my wishes, however from the situation it might be a little too much to expect it to happen, unfortunately."
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Florina listens to Arawn patiently, allowing him to speak some of his mind out. At times people that are in distress did not need much, they just want someone to hear them out, listen to them and care about their thoughts.
"I do not mind, and I'm sure James doesn't either, so you don't have to be apologetic about it. It is not a mistake to keep care towards people you have nothing to use in order to judge their character, as long as you are willing to accept them as you learn more about them, then you have already done the right thing. And you have did you not? That is already something to be admitted, not everyone can do the same as many more others tends to judge according to their first impression."
She has a light smile on her face, as if congratulating a student or child of a good deed. She understands that Arawn's worries is based around the lack of confidence, the worries of underachieving, a heavy weight on his shoulders.
"Have you think about putting down your worries for the moment? Many people are unsure of their future, and of what they can achieve, worrying that what they did is simply not enough. But such worries are created by themselves, and not of any other reasons. Give yourself more confidence, allow yourself to be convinced that you have done something, and that it is a job well done. You are yourself, Sir Arawn, not your father. No matter how much you achieve, one cannot be the same as another. So... let go of your burdens, relax and enjoy life, you might be able to see the world different. Remember, one must also have the bravery to take a step back in order to achieve more in the future."
She moves her sight towards the emblem on his clothing, before looking back at Arawn.
"If it's just achieving something then you have already done better than your father in some ways. You've met me and James here, that's not something easy to do. At least it's something that your father did not manage to achieve, meeting the Die Gerade and Arch Bishop of the Church of Devanism, together too."
Confidence is something that needs to be built up, and what better ways to do it than having your actions affirmed by a popular figure of your kingdom? These two are among the top of the pyramid in terms of their influence through out the Kingdom, perhaps in some ways even greater than the two Dukes. And one of them just spent half the night giving you a pep talk to try and cheer you up, surely it's something different than what you usually get.
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Post by Richter on Nov 26, 2015 18:32:25 GMT -6
Victor kept his peace until they had drank, and although his wine was the real deal, he didn't seem the least tipsy yet. He was made of stern stuff, all of his bloodline were. He was all ears to his conversation and that going on beside him, eager to listen into both and collect up what information he could. His father, and grandfather even more so, tried to drill into him how important the skill of listening truly was. It wasn't a hard feat in this instance however; because he was actually interested in the topic at hand. His response was slow in coming, with a fair amount of thought being put into how to reply and retort as a result.
"A battle between blue bloods, some kind of grand duel? It sounds like that's what you're proposing. Bold, I like it. But most would not. Feudal contract makes such a convenient scapegoat, don't you think? We gain, those who support us die, seeing maybe a shred of the bloody bounty. Ah, but just the same, a witty man could respond that they're doing their duty by dying for us. I don't see it that way." The marshal held his glass up like it were a weapon. "I see it as dying with us. If I'm to send a man to pry open Hell's mouth, I will be there at his side no matter which mother bore him." Finishing that, he took a few seconds to laugh.
"Excuse me one moment." For a brief second he turned to waylay a passing servant, dumping his empty cup onto him so that both of his hands were free. They gravitated to his belt.
"Now then. Duke Lamarck is a good man, and as you can see, my family and I wear our loyalty on our chests. Quite literally." A hand tapped his chest where the magenta band cut across the uniform horizontally, just in case that fact hadn't been noticed. "What happens, happens. But our duty is without question. Others...as you said, not so rigid in their obligation. Some I blame for it, some I don't. All of the real conflicts were before my time, but the two halves tended to be equal enough that no one could hold a decisive edge. Or so I hear it. I suspect that has helped peace to reign, and will again if it remains that way. Ah, but that's where ambition will do the clouding."
For the first time he actually took the opportunity to look at the man in front of him. Not looking at what he wore, but how he carried himself. The air he put off, getting a feel for the kind of person he was. Sizing him up, as it were. "I suppose you have a plan if there is conflict? Outliers and fence riders are going to start feeling the squeeze as things get more tense."
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"Yes I did, thank you for coming."
The solarium was a striking room, perhaps made all the more powerful by the dark of night. Busts of rulers that came before lined the walls of the room on marble pedestals, the unpainted eyes still somehow seeming to follow Uthyr as he walked into the chamber. Shadows were long and deep where candle light and that of the outside weren't strong enough to dispel them entirely, instead distorting their shape until even benign objects cast out grotesque looking figures onto the floors and walls.
"I hope I didn't call you away from any enjoyments? I don't recall you being a man for festivities since we had first met, back when I was a boy. Not much older than when your own got through Clarice's trials. I trust he's doing well?" The duke began, opening with the usual smalltalk. His voice was melodic, holding a sort of power and sway despite not having the depth that someone like a commanding officer would. He sounded every bit as regal as he looked in his finery, speaking with an upper class accent, not missing a single syllable or silent letter. The Lamarcks had always had a different way of speaking, even before they were landed.
"I'm sorry you had to hear the bad news at such an inopportune time, you were out on campaign, I understand it? I recall you two were close. The king was a good man, despite what one might say about his family. The Church speaks of dark days and end times, the Cult speaks of a rapture, and everyone else is busy drawing lines in the sand and gambling with chips they don't even own." Lamarck didn't look at the Margrave as he spoke, his handsome features twisted into a frown and his voice was low, obscuring whatever emotion it would have normally conveyed. Shaking his head, he walked over and offered a hand to the elder noble, and if he took it, Lamarck would then clap him on the back. It wasn't really a gesture of friendship in this instance, but one of support and mutual loss. A sharing of pain, if you will. He was, after all, tied by blood to the man who just died, a family now extinct.
"A lot of eyes are on you right now. The king's last words were a request, for you. I was outside of his chambers when it happened, he didn't make it to finish the thought. Everyone's wondering what you plan to do."
Lamarck bit the inside of his cheek, fishing for the best words. Sometimes being direct was the best course of action. Not always, but the margrave seemed like a man who could respect bluntness. "They're wondering if you're going to pick a side, or maintain your typical neutrality."
No questioning intent, it was a statement. And just like that, those simple words were the ones that could make or break a nation - depending on his answer.
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Arawn head went up wondering who these two were for the longest time but the confirmation was all he needed. Of course his father is not the religious type, from what he heard he stopped on believing all together after the Black Wyvern Revolt. It was strange feeling even for him, that there are people who actually care and at the same time believed in something more then duty. These thought actually gave him a great consideration, why did his father walk away and is it why the family is the way it is? There was more questions then answers but as he began to hear the other conversation of the other man, the one named Victor Tzympenos.
"Thank you for your confidence boost, my lady.", Arawn soon stated with a slight bow as he was gracious on the moment.
Turning to Victor Tzympenos chiming in, "I see, so your another of action, ambition.... wouldn't you have some ambition would you?"
Of course it was a simply question, but a question that gauged people, Arawn was green, he was unconfident in himself yet with simple words with a few it brought back some clearness in himself. Though young one thing Arawn did have was that the traits similar to both his parents, a trait that only Nobles could exert but due to his unsure self was hidden inside. Now that the two others here gave him a bit of clarity Arawn was a heir... but an heir who potentially had something that his father didn't. That of course was something only a few saw, and when they did they saw a true Noble.
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Margrave Uthyr's face didn't change when greeting Duke Lamarck, a respectful manner was taken as the usual as he did a slight bow. Hearing the small talk he simply replies, "Oh course festivities are good for my wife but for the likes of me, I prefer a suit of armor then the festivities of playing a mundane game. You know me well Duke Lamarck then again many lords know me too well for my liking. As for my son, he is green in the likes of politics, but he is fully ready to lead his own campaigns on his own if I ever do get an early end."
Soon he walked a bit toward the Duke as he continued his next words with him not missing a beat, "On campaign, yes though luck would have it I don't expect the Holy Empire will do any incursions for a while, My son, Arawn slain the leader of the Order of Saint who was Medeen's most aggressive Paladin. With him gone I expect at least a year before we hear of the Empire that is united enough to demand invasion of us. Though the Holy Empress is strong supporter of Expansion her younger sister is a pacifist who still has a large sway within her court. With the death of the leader of the war hawks even my old Nemesis who is now Chancellor will have a tough time to manage to request another campaign.
As for the King, he was a great man and a friend to me. If only I was faster or better the Princess Knight Celine would be alive today and we would have a Queen. We both went through many dark times together and he was like a uncle to me at times. The Church is a bunch of hogwash anyways, no matter what we must keep this nation whole, though in dark times it seems hopeless to a few. Duty to the realm from a few is what keeps this nation moving, though this nation cannot last the way it is. You are not sure your not talking about yourself as whole Duke Lamarck? The chips and lines are after all the likes of both Duke Byrius and you."
Pointing this out of course was true, this was showing at least his neutrality still in a way in tact but something else. A Kingdom is nothing without a King or Queen to lead it, the realm required it the system the way kept the peace needed it. Hearing about the King on his last words he soon frowned, why would the King need him? His duty was to the realm what could of he been needed for?
"Eyes are always on myself, Duke Lamarck after all there has even been rumors of one day planning my own coup to take the throne for myself. That alone is silly, I am not worthy of such an honor and there is better claim with real blood. You should know my stance Duke Lamarck and its always will be the same since we meet. My allegiance is to the crown and the realm of this nation. If someone endangers it I stand fast for this nation.", Uthyr replied, which would of gave some relief to Duke Lamarck. But it left open another door all together, the way he stated that if it endangers the realm. A Single word that could give anyone some leverage over him and who knew possibly sway him.
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Post by Rabite on Nov 28, 2015 22:13:18 GMT -6
"Of course it will be a difficult task, but there is no choices that will make everyone involved happy with the result. To be fair is not to give everyone the same deal, but to achieve a balance between what everyone is willing to accept. I do not have the ability to force everyone into giving up what they have, however that is not needed at the current situation. As you have said, those that do not choose a side to stand would eventually lose their footings... but what if these nobles all stand together?"
He holds up the empty glass in his hand, so that light in the room should shine into it.
"The glasses right now are both filled, any more of them will simply spill out the liquid inside, so clearly it is not beneficial for everyone to choose between those two glasses."
He then looks back towards Victor, and gives the glass to the servant. He then takes out a small, tear shaped red jade, and holds it in front of him.
"They need a third container, one that will not be placed between the two glasses."
Red Jade, the type of jade that symbolizes energy, the urges to action, and force back fear so that one could advance. Just what is necessary now, a new wave of energy that can change the situation of the Kingdom.
"Those in needed, can gather under me. Those that needs assistance, can seek it from me. If they wishes to break the balance with their blades and shots, let such bad faith descend upon me and not my followers. Otherwise, they are carrying out their duties, and I have no reason to interfere. When they are willing to discard their swords, and mend their wounds together, then I shall step forward bring that opportunity."
Those that follow their cause, can join the two Dukes, those that wishes for neutrality can seek help from Gransela. War is something that a decent amount of nobles would like to avoid for different reasons, and James himself shall give them such reason to avoid bloodshed. By having a third and neutral faction, it will make the other two factions think twice before moving into action, decreasing the level of military conflict between the two. Nobles are also not forced to pick sides, they can remain neutral with a defense pact, that way the remaining nobles can protect themselves with less worries of being assimilated by the Dukes. Lastly the war will eventually need to end, and such role of bringing everyone to the table for peace talk would come from James himself.
Of course there is always the small chance that the two Dukes decided to throw away their differences and attack the third faction... but with what reason? By theory the third faction would not attack, and would not be trying to obtain the throne. You're already losing 1/3 of the trade of the country, attacking the remaining 1/3 would make it extremely difficult to maintain economy and trade, not to mention there's the risk of forcing the neutral nobles to join the side of the other Duke for their own protection.
"One simply need more reason to think twice about their actions, a lot of war in history could be avoided if the leaders had the opportunity to do so, and I will create that reason for those with a bit more ambition than others. If in the end it spells out my own doom, then so be it. Perhaps some bloodshed from a small man like me will wash away the filth that covers the eyes of many of the nobles."
In order to create even a temporary peace, he will not hesitate to step between two fighting warriors that the two would take a step back from each other. Though of course it won't ends there, as many of the followers of Devanism would not be silent to this, and would likely cause another ripple into the already shaky kingdom. Surely one that has the rank of Duke would see the disadvantage in such happens, and would want to think twice before they make their choices.
"And I wish, a noble such as yourself would be able to stand by your lord and remind them when they are taking a risky move, would you accept this small gift of mine?"
He holds out his hand with the red stone towards Victor, seeing if he'll accept his proposal. James is not asking him to betray his lord, only to give careful advice that James hopes the two Dukes would understand without others telling them about it.
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"It is good to hear that, if you have any worries about your journey of life, come and talk to us. We will be happy to hear you out, and perhaps we can work together to find the answer that is most suitable for you."
Like James had done for Victor, Florina takes out a similar shaped jade and present it to Arawn, but instead of a red jade it is blue in color.
"Whenever you feel over burdened by your experience, you can look at this jade, and think about everything that has happened. I hope it can bring the inner peace to you, and encourage you to continue to seek your dreams. Do not give up whatever it is that you do, but once in a while you can stop and take a look around, or else you might lose the sight of your goals."
She finally lets go of Arawn's hands, and instead holds her hands in front of herself in a praying pose, with her eyes closed as she gives him a prayer.
"May your life be one that is gracious and just, that when looked back at your choices, you would be confident and proud at what you have achieved."
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