|
Post by Pitman on Dec 6, 2015 19:50:15 GMT -6
Selardia Royal Palace
"Rumors continue to circulate my liege and many peasants have begun small revolts across all of the Duchy of Byrius.", a steward soon stated to Byrius who was within the Palace.
Now that he is the new vessel all was left was his own coronation, because the support of the Church most of the Knights Hospitalier Knightly Orders who blustered his forces even further.
Soon a red headed man entered the office which the Steward bowed and left leaving him and the other alone.
"Expected, after all both sides are using any means to win, your move simply escalated his offensive. Oh by the way I have eliminated those Counts as you wished, even though Lamarck managed to pull this on you his front lines Counts are quite in chaos now.", Sir Tristan soon smirked as Byrius nodded his head and got up from his seat.
"Good, we have so much to do and the likes of the Die Garade and Duke Lamarck do not even see the real big picture as well why I do what I do.", Byrius stated as he looked from the palace office.
"Well the real problem of course is the peasants, with those rumors circulating its causing resentment. If you do not walk carefully we might have a full blown rebellion in the works, though that happening wouldn't be shocking either.", Sir Tristan pointed out.
"That is correct and Count Gristo's attack didn't even bother to help us at all. Luckily Margrave Clarice is preparing to deal with the problem before it festers to give more 'claim' with the peasants. The man is too loyal, we need to get rid of unsavory elements which will threaten my rule.", Byrius soon said to the man before him.
"Of course, but to deal with Lamarck will not be easy, its after Lamarck is what will be harder.", Tristan talked as he walked up to the man.
"Of course... a day when Selardia is not a target, when our nation does not need to fear the likes of Medeen and the others. A Unified Luna under Selardia with no war, no famine, only peace. The Rule of House Byrius-Luna, to rule not just here at home but above all of our world. Lamarck thinks too small, he only sees the world we live and keeps the status quo, not to mention his own lords are too powerful, eventually he will be pushed by his own men to his own downfall. I will not have the same end, reformation of the lords powers, a stronger throne, crime rates will disappear once we get rid of the petty lords unlimited rule. Alas my dream comes at much cost, even if I must become the Devil himself I will do any means possible to that end. Through Blood and tyranny if must. Then... then it all comes to a new beginning.", Byrius stated.
"Of course your majesty, I shall take my leave. I hear there is some in the royal army plotting a coup by the way. A Small faction but they already preparing to strike against us within three days time.", Tristan soon mentioned.
"Of course, let those who are dissatisfied gather, then eliminate them all at once before they do attempt a coup.", Byrius soon stated with a smirk as Tristan left.
"Byrius-Luna Dynasty huh, its best to accelerate the chaos in Selardia as much as possible. After all, Gaia demands Luna's death.", Sir Tristan muttered with a smirk.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Father, we must strike.", Arawn stated to his father who sat in his own chair with much paper work.
"Arawn... calm down, we cannot strike against Gristo without a cause.", Uthyr soon replied as he put his seal on the parchment before him.
"Cause? CAUSE? Father he murdered innocent people who were doing nothing wrong!! Massacre hundreds like cattle to the slaughter, they stood no chance and they have no way to fight. Isn't that enough cause to take Count Gristo's head?!", Arawn was stood defiant.
Uthyr sighed at his own son's antics which of course was full of fire and youth.
"Arawn, we have chosen a side and with Duke Byrius' Coronation within three days time we simply cannot demand a lord's head just like that. There is procedure, rules, and of course gathering of evidence. For now cool off, as well why were you even in that area to begin with?", Uthyr soon added which Arawn went silent.
"Well... if you wanted to know I still don't trust Duke Byrius...", Arawn admitted.
Uthyr gave his stern look then says, "Stop... I will handle everything for now. Do not continue this investigation and just forget it.", Uthyr order his son which Arawn soon simply left the room with a quick bow.
Shutting the door he would walk a few steps only to punch a nearby wall.
"Damn it... father don't you see? Byrius is just using us!!", Arawn soon muttered.
He continued to walk down the hallway with Marshal Rido walking by and noticed, Arawn was not in a good mood at all. Shrugging he continued to walk toward's Uthyr's office with a large knock.
"Enter." Uthyr's voice replied.
Opening up he walked in with another stack of reports.
"Oh, what trouble now Rido?", Uthyr soon asked his Marshal.
"Margrave, the usual but more so then normal. A Few 'bandits' tried to entered the March to cause trouble here in Clarice. We managed to capture them and tortured them out of information. Its looking like its exactly as you feared.", Rido soon mentioned.
Looking over the reports Uthyr sighs, "Ah... so it confirms that Lamarck armed rebel elements within Byrius, with the Church riding with Byrius it seems Lamarck is growing desperate."
"That is not all, we received a coded message from the Palace.", Rido soon mentioned.
"Oh? What was in it?", Uthyr soon asked.
"Your not likely going to like it. It seems Marshal Kevin Smith, is gathering all other officers within he Royal Army for some reason, the biggest worry...", Rido soon finished.
"Ah... a Coup De'Tact.", Uthyr soon stated.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Marshal we managed to get at least a third of the Army on our side.", one of the officers soon stated to Marshal Kevin Smith.
"Good, with this Duke Byrius will suffer for all his crimes. Now only three more days... then Duke Lamarck Shall Rule All.", Kevin soon stated with a smirk.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 7, 2015 2:25:00 GMT -6
Lamarck looked like he had been up all night, even with his Chancellor's makeup to try and hide the bags underneath his eyes. The coffee had not helped much either, leaving him looking washed out and rightfully stressed. That the church could be so heavily corrupt...well it wasn't entirely out of the question. It was more Byrius managing to court the entirety of them, and get them to go against their own vows. Lamarck had to wonder what he said to them to do it. Or offered them, more power in the post-war nation maybe? Lamarck shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away.
At his table around him sat his supporters. His court officials closest, margraves second, then counts, viscounts, barons, and important commoners last, but not least. Most of them looked...tired, in their own ways. Several were absent to see to issues on the front...or dead, according to reports. It was a mess.
"So Byrius has declared himself king, and the new head of the Babel faith." Dragos said, to get the ball rolling after it had stalled for 10 or so long moments.
"Yes, indeed." Lamarck offhandedly replied, not even really thinking about it. He stared at his own reflection in the polished surface of his table. He watched as he reached up and tossed back a few locks of his long, brown hair. It felt somehow surreal. "I still wonder how he did it."
"Concessions, I would think. Demagoguery, too. It's known that you're more...tolerant, than he is. I suspect he weaponized that sentiment." Dragons said, voicing his theories. Several of the nobles around him nodded, it sounded about right.
"Demagoguery is right. The man is a snake." Margrave Hamon said, the counterpart of the Tzympenos dynasty in Lamarck's court. He was a handful of years older than Dragos and his wife, but the weight of ages hit him harder. His skin was leathery and hair white, and when combined with his sharply chiseled chin, beady eyes, and beakish nose, it gave the man a kind of hawkish appearance. A scar ran down his left cheek, and it wasn't the only one. Just the only one currently visible. "And like a snake, he needs to be put under a heel."
"No one here will disagree with that." Margravine Sofia told him, and several of the lower court jeered at the rival duke in agreement.
"It's time we start playing hardball, after that nonsense at the border. Treaty-breaking scum." Hamon spat. "Has he replied to your request to turn Gristo over yet?"
"Yes." Was all Lamarck said in reply, it was all that was needed, the sour expression he wore said all the finer details in regards to whether the man would be offered up or not. It just made the disgrace to his titles all the worse.
"Then we should go hunt him down like the dog he is."
"I have it on good authority that someone will deal with Gristo, focus on your own tasks, Hamon." Dragos calmy told him. It drew the man's eye.
"Do you, now? I hear your son was in the area, in fact."
"He was. He made sure to send a message to Gristo, and all of Byrius."
Hamon urged him on with a cocked eyebrow and rolling of the hand.
Dragos recounted the tale. He put almost everyone they had captured, alive or dead, on a pike and placed them just outside of the border into Byrius territory. Two men were spared, after torture and multilation. One was kept to bear witness to the crime in a court. The other had a scroll reading TREATY BREAKER in blood nailed to his chest and sent back home as a warning.
Hamon laughed and slammed a hand on the table, quite a few others in the room looked a little queasy at the visceral description. The father and wife beamed with pride, however.
"I don't like how your lot do business, Tzympenos, don't think that changed. But this time? They had it coming. Good on ya."
"Here here!" Count Tallack said, raising a fist. Bandages covered his forehead where a blade had caught him above the eye, seems he had seen some fight since the signing of the accords.
"We strive to set an example, dear Hamon. Positive, and negative."
"And yet we're constantly on the back foot. Once again we're reacting, and how to deal with this latest situation...that's the question of the hour." The duke said, stepping back into the situation. "Declaring himself King hasn't gone over well, but all the same, I must challenge it."
Hamon gave a grunt of displeasure at the entire thing. "That rat is no king of Selardia. I know my King, and he's sitting beside me, sire."
The entire room froze at that simple sentence. Everyone thought the same thing at once, the gears slowly turning. A smile crept across his face. He looked around the room, and as he did, everyone met his eyes and nodded. Knives, swords, other weapons were drawn and each laid on the table before Lamarck. Each of them offering to take up arms on his behalf in a way so much stronger than simple words.
"Byrius is no king, he is a pretender and a heretic." Sofia said, a wolfish grin splitting her visage.
"King Lamarck, we all await your command." Dragos said, supporting his wife.
A resounding 'aye!' almost made the rooms of the wall tremble.
"When is Byrius's coronation, chancellor?"
"3 days, sire." Bernez replied.
"Send out messengers. If Byrius wants to play at King, I will match him. All those truly loyal to our nation are invited to attend the ceremony, the crowning of a king who respects our customs. All those of the faith who decry his unjust 'ascension' are welcomed, as well."
And with that, the situation escalated that little bit more.
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 7, 2015 4:07:56 GMT -6
Arawn walked around the so called Palace grounds as many nobles soon began to file into attendance, to the Cathedral the same place the Royal Funeral was held. Arawn was still pissed and annoyed his father had done nothing to Gristo and as he walked he soon noticed one arrival which almost made him lose it. Count Gristo arrived in carriage with his own servants with a smug on his face, only reason kept him from charging at the man with his rapier and stab him in the heart. As the Count walked by he turned to Arawn with a smile, which made Arawn sick to his stomach.
"Ah young Arawn, you seemed to recover from your wounds. I was worried for a while you wouldn't be able to make it.", Count Gristo soon said with a smile of a snake.
"Count Gristo, yes we of House Clarice do not die so easily. This is the coronation of a King and with being with my father I must attend.", Arawn replied as best he could.
"Ah a loyal Clarice to the usual. I have great respect to your father, in his time he has shown to be a capable military leader and protected the Kingdom from the likes of the inferior Medeenites. Ah look at the time I must get inside before the coronation takes place. You should as well!", Gristo soon said with a laugh.
"I will in time my lord, have a good day.", Arawn soon said with a fake smile.
Turning away he walked a bit far enough to the likes of a Public place to seat that was not too far from the Cathedral.
"Lying little snake!! If only he gave me a good reason.... I would crush his balls!", Arawn yelled privately to himself.
Suddenly from the Bushes, a voice rang out, "You know its not good for one's health to wish ball crushing on someone. It might come back and bite you in the arse."
Arawn literally jumped from his stone bench which he wondered who said that soon yells, "Show yourself!"
Suddenly a young man no looked to be almost identical age to him appeared with looked like clothing that of a Duke.
"My my... a man does think out loud too much at his rate, he will make many enemies on the morrow if he continues his own thoughts.", a blonde man soon stated with a smile.
"And... you are?', Arawn soon asked nervous hopefully not anyone too important.
The man soon smiles,"Do not fret, I come in peace! Though I do agree Count Gristo is trouble but your wrong on one thing?"
"You didn't answer the question. As well what Am I wrong at?", Arawn truthfully asked.
"A Sloth!! A very very stupid one too!", the man stated with a manner of fact tone.
"What...", Arawn managed to mouth.
"Don't give me that face Sir Clarice!! You don't agree don't you? After all I always hated the man and completely annoying too.", the blonde man soon stated with a manner of fact tone.
'Who the fuck is this guy?'. Arawn soon thought.
"Ah but I guess I am taking so much of our time. Hrmm...", the blonde soon stated with a ponder as he looked at Arawn before him.
"Say wish to ditch the coronation?", the blonde asked in almost comical manner.
"Wait... ditch the coronation? Why would I do that!!", Arawn soon screamed out.
"Well you have this look... a lost puppy who simply needs consolement!! What better way then to ditch the coronation!!", the blonde man soon grabbing Arawn's hand like a child leading another child to the playground.
"What... wait argghh let me go!!", Arawn screamed out.
________________________________________________________________________
"All is in place Margrave, when they come they will only be walking into a death trap.", Marshal Rido informed his liege.
"As well are the royal guard ready as well?", Uthyr soon asked as he looked around the Cathedral.
"Aye... they won't be able to enter the premises at all, the coronation will go off without a hitch. Though sad to say the pavement outside will be stained with blood after this.", Rido soon answered.
"Well whatever, Marshal Kevin Smith thinks he is smart but already we close in on his backup plan well we crush his coup before it even hits the Cathedral.", Uthyr soon stated with a stern look.
__________________________________________________________________________
Many were in attends to the Coronation of Duke Byrius, though not filled with all nobles with many on Lamarck side were not in attendance. Soon the ceremony began with a hymn from a choir. The ritual before the coronation began as everything was set, suddenly the doors opened that revealed Duke Byrius, now in full royal robe and walked through the center of the Aisle as well got up from their seats. Walking with confidence Byrius soon came up to an altar and bent his knee in front of the Elder Bishops.
"Let us commence the ceremony.", the First Elder Bishop said out loud as all soon took their seats.
__________________________________________________________________________
"Hey!! Wait!! Let me go!! God damn it", Arawn shouted he was practically dragged away from the Cathedral.
"Do not fret Sir Clarice!! Ditching is my specialty!!", the man soon stated as if he just revealed his own special powers.
"Not the point!", Arawn soon managed to compose himself, knowing full well the consequences with his father.
"Besides... where are we?", Arawn soon added which he turned to the blonde.
"Well, from the distance from the cathedral and the location of these buildings and trees... Not to mention a large amount of royal army heading this way. Quite Far?", the blonde soon stated in a manner of fact tone.
"Oh... right.. wait Royal Army heading our way?", Arawn soon asked as he grabbed the blonde and hid in the bushes.
"Move it!! We shall get rid of all those who stand in Duke Lamarck's way!!", one of the soldiers stated as they rushed passed them.
Arawn looked before him and went a bit pale as he noticed Junior Mobile Suits were in formation with the Mounted Knights and foot soldiers. To make matters worse they were carrying muskets which of course more dangerous to use indoor then outside.
"What the hell... why are the Royal Army here?", Arawn soon muttered to himself.
"Maybe they come for some elegant tea?", the blonde replied with a smile only for Arawn to smack the back of the blonde's head.
"If its for tea they looked like their ready to storm the beaches of briskets.", Arawn replied as he took a good look.
"Ow... that hurt.", the blonde replied.
Arawn eyes grew thinner when he heard about Duke Lamarck which only meant one thing. The Royal Army was here to kill Duke Byrius but with all that heavy armor and gear, meant something worse.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 7, 2015 4:45:12 GMT -6
Lamarck's counter-ceremony was set to take place in the ducal cathedral, the main church of worship for the people of his dukedom. Its bishop was subservient to that of the main branch in the Royal Quarter, but that ended today. Bishop Cedric Montagne and his inferiors in the hierarchy have chosen to go rogue alongside their secular leader. Even if not properly motivated by their relationship with Lamarck, then Byrius's sacrilegious actions would have done enough to push their hands towards the other side of the fence, and so here they all stood now.
The church grounds here were more modest than that of the royalty; hedges, trees, and flowers added needed color as the yards stretched out towards the ducal palace, but they were only a fraction of the size of the main branch's. While the grand cathedral there could hold many thousands of people, this one only a few. It was, however, no less impressive in the quality of its construction, even if it was comparatively diminutive in sheer size and scope. Its belltower rose high above the ground, stained glass windows depicted scenes of religious importance and generally displayed the great talent of the local artists and artisans.
Priests stood on either side of the cobblestone walkway that lead into the building itself, flanking the path and blessing the visitors as they entered. Lamarck went first, dressed in his own rendition of the Babelite King's regalia. He was followed by the others of his faith and faction afterward. Bishop Montagne was already waiting for him at the altar, and he gave a soft smile to the duke as he entered. The cleric, too, was dressed in his finest ceremonial clothing for this most important of occasions.
Lamarck returned it while approaching the front of the chancel. He turned and stood at the foot of the small staircase leading up to the altar, while the people filed in and found seats at pews. Some had to stand. It was far from the huge, flashy, and very opulent ceremony that his counterpart was hosting right now in the other side of the city. Montagne cleared his throat and began the procession.
"We of the Church of Babel, on this day, find that our faith is in great peril. All around us, worshipers turn from the scripture and abandon the traditions of God in favor of political ambition. We do so realize that, in doing so, they not only anger God in his glory, but also weaken and tear at the very foundation of Selardia's society. One king, under God, through which God's hand may guide us. To promote himself to that lofty post, and for the elder bishops to support such a claim, Fernand Byrius and his fraudulent priests are taking the power of the Maker into their own hands. Yet, they commit this sin without remorse, and without care." The man's voice boomed. Montagne was an older gentleman, balding and with no facial, but even so he was full of zest and vitality. He was a devote man, and his faith helped to drive him. It also lent power to his speech now, which he spoke with fervor.
"And yet he goes one step further, Fernand Byrius. Not only does he proclaim himself God's vessel on Luna, but also he seeks to wield His authority as a weapon, swinging it like a great and terrible sword at those who would oppose his unjust ascension, playing at damning them in the process. Let me calm your fears, all you of the faith whom attend. That man has no power, though he wears the sacred robes, he is no different than a pauper in noble's finery. He may talk of spiritual ramifications, but he possesses no power over the spirit, and let none here fear God's wrath for standing against that tyrant and usurper, that wicked man and his corrupted ecclesiarchy."
"Indeed, fear not those men, either. They turn from God and deny their callings to place laurels on a man whom has not earned it. In doing so, they turn from the light in hopes of reaping earthly spoils. Listen not to their lies, brook not their false preachings."
On the altar before them laid copies of the royal regalia, and the bishop picked up the crown and raised it over his head for all to see.
"In times such as these, with a pretender on the throne, and liars infesting our most holy institutions, we must take dire measures. Duke Byrius's claim to the throne must be challenged, it is our duty as followers of the faith. And indeed, even those not of the faith, you too must surely see the injustice of his power plays, and know that it is your feudal duty, if not moral duty, to oppose it as well. Therefore, I am taking the power onto myself to issue a formal declaration of excommunication unto Fernand William Richard Byrius-Luna, the Duke of House Byrius, from the Church of Babel. May God turn his back to this foul charlatan. May all those of the faith deny him aid. May any able strike him down. May any true believer court his friends and allies and bring them back from the dark path on which he leads them. Such is just and right. But any whom willingly follow him, and whom seek counsel and succor from his corrupt priests; let them share in his fate. Amen."
"Amen!" The assembled in the church shouted out.
"Therefore, with the Duke's removal from the church, there can be only one rightful heir to the throne, and to the title of vessel and leader of Babel." The bishop extended a hand towards Lamarck.
"Alan Devi Deniel Lamarck, kneel."
The Duke looked calm and contented as he glanced around the chamber, despite the magnitude of the situation unfolding around him. He looked at his friends, family, and supporters. There was one thing he could say that Byrius could not. These people were here because they liked him, and believed in him. His allies didn't come from cajoling, blackmailing, threats, and promises of 'mutual gains' if they aided him in this war for the throne. While his coronation lacked the numbers of attendants, wealth, and even authority of his rival's, Lamarck's was a true ceremony of faith. A test of the belief of the assembled in this man, and his ambitions.
Swelling with pride, he turned around and knelt before the altar, the very same moment that Byrius did so in his own procession.
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 7, 2015 6:13:02 GMT -6
Marshal Kevin Smith a man who believed the only way to put Duke Lamarck was to put down all of the usurper Duke Byrius supporters. With the gathering of all of them together it was the perfect time to strike. His own army was making head way towards the cathedral, already he has managed to capture key points of the Royal Army headquarters and executed the Marshal's who supported Duke Byrius or stayed neutral. Of course the Marshal didn't think ahead of that with the lost of most of the Royal Army command structure would have serious reprocussions for both sides. Regardless Marshal Smith believed himself to be promoted and he can recreate the Royal Army in a way that benefited himself. The army continued down the streets and began to grow suspicious, through his March he faced little resistance which itself was odd. He wondered if Duke Byrius didn't expect an attack and his coup coming out of left field.
"Scours how does it look like in the front?", Marshal Smith soon requested.
"Light resistance only a few hundred at most, guards to nobles at best.", the scout soon reported.
"Strange it's almost if it's a tra-", Marshal Smith was stating until a horn was heard.
"Marshal we are under attack from the flank!!", someone reported.
Another sound of another horn was sounded which Marshal recognized as the Church of Babel coming from the rear.
"Knights Hosplieter from the rear!!", a report came in.
"Damn have the our smaller rooks to enga-", Marshal Smith was about to issue an order only for a third horn to be sounded from the front.
"What? The Royal Guard in JMS!! They also mounted!! Coming from the front", it was reported.
Marshal Smith cursed and was hoping to get a surprise attack on the ceremony. After all who would attack with this much heavy equipment, and in the Royal quarter no less.
"Alright if they want to play unfair then have our mu-", Marshal stated only to fall off his horse in pain.
"Marshal!!", one of the aides yelled.
"Who did that come from?!", another shouted.
Suddenly a 4th horn was heard which many in the Royal Army would recognize. Above from the buildings on the streets the banner of the March of Clarice could be seen. Though they only numbered about a hundred every one of these men were veterans in their own right. Due to this they were men if war and could use muskets very accurately. Due to this Marshal Smith was sniper and was bleeding from a musket shot from above.
"Margrave Clarice!!", One of the aides shouted as they saw him on the roof with his men.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
"Exactly like you predicted my lord.", Marshal Rido soon commented fom the roof.
Uthyr simply said silent then gave the order to fire below into the crowd of the rebel Royal Army. Of course muskets used in the colony was considered a bad idea and usually never used in the home colony for protection for the dome. Uthyr on the other prefers to use all assets in the most appropriate manner that does endanger the city. Shooting from above to below was the best option. With the Royal Army knowing full well if they fire up was a bad idea, left themselves unable to fire back at Uthyr. Knowing thus Uthyr's plan was both ruthless and effiecent.
"With their command structure down now is the time to press the attack!", Uthyr ordered as a new horn was sounded which meant an all out assault towards the Royal Army.
________________________________________________________________________________________
Arawn and the blonde man continued to watch such a spectacle before them in a safe spot. The battle was bloody from a distance and the pavement was stained with blood.
"Margrave is quite the planner", the blonde man commented.
Of course he knew of his father being a military tactician after all learning from Marshal Rido himself both knew how each other would think. So happens both father and son surprised the original teacher who now simply now acts like an aide.
"Regardles... why are the Royal Army 'here', I mean their not suppose to not interfere in internal politics.", Arawn soon stated then realized one could say about his own family.
A Mess in the making and Arawn along with the blonde were caught in the middle of it. Before them the attack was coming from all directions, with the Royal Guard with their own JMS charging from the front and musket fire form above the Royal Army was completely surrounded. With Marshal Smith down there was only pure panic, with Margrave Uthyr taking the moment for his advantage. To what end will this battle occurs?
_________________________________________________________________________________________
The Elders continued to ceremony with no one knowing a massive blood bath was occurring only a few blocks away. The extravagance of the ceremony was quite the spectacle like all previous coronations. The Choir would continue to hymns until finally the first Elder Bishop quieted everyone to give his own speech.
"In the Age of Heresy, the Darkness eloped the world. In that a great light of the grace of God a King gave birth to the Kingdom. With the Divine Spirit and King became one so does as new era begin. In this the only chosen one is that of Duke Fernand William Richard Byrius-Luna. Kneel.", the First Elder stated as Byrius soon knelt before three. One Elder Bishop had the Cloak of royal rule, the other the scepter and the last with the Crown.
"In the light of heaven do you swear that you will uphold the law, tradition, and the way of the Church?"
"I do."
"Do you swear to defend the weak, the nation from enemies within and external?"
"i do.
"Do you swear, to rule with fairness, justice, and wisdom?"
"I do."
"Do you swear to defend the faith and continue the Light of Heaven to all Babelites?"
"I do."
"By the power invested within the Church of Babel, we crown you King Fernand William Richard The First of the House Byrius! Now Rise Your Grace", The Elder Bishop proclaimed which the cloak, scepter and a crown was put on the new King's head.
The now King Fernand I soon turned with his scepter on one hand and his cloak over the other shoulder, with the sound of applause.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 10, 2015 0:23:48 GMT -6
Bishop Montagne stepped forward to stand in front of and over the kneeling form of the Duke. He followed through with his own preachings and oaths, running Lamarck through his obligations both as a religious leader, and a secular one. Such duties as protecting the realm and his subjects, leading the faithful, and bringing prosperity to the lands were a few examples of the topics that were covered. The hopeful king responded to all of them with a curt "I do so swear" to each one, signing each accord before God and Kingdom, with the congregation as witness. In some ways it was more zealously charged than that of Byrius's, but in others not. While more tolerant of external faiths than the main branch, Montagne did not much suffer the abuses of scripture to the faith he held dear. As it was, all men had free will with which to chose their own salvation. Whether it was right or not, was for God to decide. And therein was yet another reason why the proceedings going on in the royal quarter were all the more heinous.
At the end Montagne commanded him to rise as well, draping the cloak over his shoulders, handing him the scepter that was his symbol of office, and ending off with crowning the new King in their chunk of the city. The men and women behind him cheered and clapped as he turned to face his subjects again, not as a duke this time, but as their sire. The King of all Selardia. He rose his scepter high like a triumphant warrior would a spear, the lights in the room gleaming off the gilded instrument.
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 11, 2015 2:21:36 GMT -6
King Fernand I, soon began a speech as soon as the clapping and applause died down with him soon begin his speech, "For many years the Duchy of Byrius was one of two foundations of this realm, the first stone created after the Age of Heresy!! For this I am grateful for those who have shown their loyalty. Never the less, the land itself bleeds... not because a foreign power no! It bleeds because her own people butcher each other like cattle with no sense of guilt or remorse!! Even now our own people suffer fighting each other for petty squabbles that simply make unnecessary loss. I ask you now my subjects... why... why is this so?"
The various nobles turned to each other unsure of what their new King was speaking of, of course there has been times Kings announced their policy after their coronation. Though this instance only half of the realm was present with the other with Lamarck it would seem the Duke would be now considered a rebel if he doesn't submit.
"Greed, ambition, and power. Such sins are apart of human existence in all time! The Old Dynasty started out great, created great marvels and founded a vast kingdom on Luna! But what have become on them? Usurpation by the younger brothers who became greedy or blinded by pleasures not their own. The War of the Two Princes when our great King as Crown Prince put down his young brother who plotted to over throw his own father! The Cultist Insurrection, Heretics who wish destruction of our nation as we know it!! Our King has to kill hundreds and fill streets with their blood! Finally, the Black Wyvern Revolt, who took the life our the Princess Knight Celine Luna and put down by Margrave Uthyr Clarice to preserve the Realm!"
Of course these were only recent history which had happened within the last 60 years which has lead to the current era of division and Lords own internal wars becoming more and more frequent. This was the era those of Selardia lived in, an era of civil strife and internal fighting. Now that the nation has been divided into two factions it threatened the very existence of the Kingdom.
"I will tell you!! The Old Order had grown weak!! Our great King unable to continue the status quot grew sick and tired trying his best, even hash is lineage was at an end! What lead to this that killed our King? It was us!! The Nobility in our own ambition destroyed everything he worked for a greater... no a better realm for all the people of Selardia!! This cannot continue within our kingdom has the Holy Medeen Empirestill threatens us now lead by their so called Holy Empress who is driven by her own greed!! Men of Selardia, why should we squabble when the nation could be even greater then it is now? Shall we allow Heretics, rebels, and men of unpure intentions destroy our nation?!?"
The Nobles were listening their King with the usual nods but also were intrigued on what their King was planning.
"No say nay!! As my first act as King I declare a new reformation of government and law within Selardia!! No longer will nobility will fight one another in petty arguments!! No instead the Crown Authority shall be raised and in doing so creates a more stable government in each to fight external threats!! All claims shall now be determined by a new part of the government!! A House shall be created that all Lords have a say to debate on where our nation goes! These Reforms would change the Royal Army and the less reliance of lords own soldiers to fight our war. Instead the Lords will join the Royal Army to defend our nations who threaten the realm! In this new reformed government I shall give absolute command to one Lord who shall only answer to me!! With these Reforms Selardia will not only preserve the realm but shall extend passed our borders!! To a Better Luna!! For a pure world!!"
Soon the entire Cathedral erupted on applause, not realizing the reforms would not just change the role of nobility. It meant the King and central government of the so called House of Lords, would have absolute control of all manners between nobles. History would remember this as a new era of Selardia, not just a war between two Kings... but a war between two different forms of government. A Strong Central government versus a static government that was before.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
The Streets were painted red, with the coronation now at an end Margrave Uthyr watched as his own men butchered the Rebel Royal Army who attempted to kill Uthyr. It was a massacre as Uthyr knew how they were coming and not to mention he sent loyal Royal Army towards where any of Marshal Kevin Smith's men may run. Their barracks raided and any who stayed behind taken prisoner and prompted executed. Still to watch a massacre of his own people Uthyr still had his own misgivings.
"Margrave Clarice, it seems a small group of men managed to escape.", Marshal Rido soon reported.
Uthyr nodded then asks, "As for Marshal Smith?", Uthyr soon asked.
"Captured alive my Lord. What of those who have escaped?", Rido soon asked.
"Leave them be, enough of our countryman's blood has been split today. Let this be a lesson for them for attacking their rightful King in an... dishonorable way. For now capture any who are alive, they will stand trial for their crimes.", Uthyr soon stated as he began to take his leave.
"As for the Marshal?", Rido soon asked.
"Let him Rot in the Dungeons until the King decides his fate at the Palace.", Uthyr soon ordered then left.
"As you wish my Lord.", Marshal Rido bowed.
On this day the Smith Insurrection lead by Marshal Kevin Smith would end in utter failure. Overconfidence and not informing the now King Alan I, was Marshal Smith own downfall. As well Margrave Uthyr absolute control of the battlefield with years of experience fighting Medeen lead to the death of hundreds of the Royal Army on the very streets of the capital. Though Uthyr's own mercy to those who fled, would not of expected that they would join King Alan's own faction in revenge on that day. The Second in Command himself swore he would have revenge against Margrave Clarice... whatever the costs. That alone would cost Uthyr very dearly, in the very heart of his own.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
"so its over.", Arawn soon stated as he looked as the battle ended with the victory of the Royal Guards, the Byrius own guards, and of course the Clarice troops commanded by his own father.
"My your father sure knows how to be efficient. Capturing the survivors and giving the gift of mercy to those who will not make it. What a very Clarice way of doing things.", the blonde man soon stated as he saw Arawn's father's handy work.
"It's exactly how my father always was. Those who cannot make it, its easier to end their life then allow them to suffer. As for ones who continue living... it depends what the King wants. Anyways... I think we should head back. I got a funny feeling we are going to miss the after Coronation party.", Arawn soon stated, though he didn't care for parties he was mostly trying to head back before his father notices he was not at the Coronation.
The Blonde man soon sighs,"Right... anyways Sir Arawn, we WILL meet again."
He soon turned to walk away to some unknown destination.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 11, 2015 3:58:13 GMT -6
Lamarck waved the crowds to silence with the hand not on his staff, lowering it to the floor at rest once they had answered his request. He cleared his throat, and then moved into a speech of his own. Something to rouse the spirit's of the people, redouble their loyalty and belief in him. Montagne had set the scene here from one angle, now he had to cover the rest.
"My dear subjects, I'm moved by your faith and loyalty to me in these troubling times. Indeed, it would be very easy, easier for sure, to roll over now and give into the demands of tyrants like that false-king Byrius. But I tell you this: All that evil needs to succeed, is for good men to stand aside. I will not let that man take the throne, not with the wickedness he embodies. In the first days, we may have reached an accord. But he did not exchange words, but threats and treachery. And so it is that I set myself against him. He moved to declare himself king against our customs. And so again, I set myself against him. You all, stand yourselves against him. And I thank you for that. Whatever may happen, it may never be said that the men and women here lack courage and tenacity. May God watch over all of us in these days to come."
"We stand on the threshold of a new order, with the death of House Luna, our nation finds itself in troubled times. But like a phoenix, we can rise again from the ashes of turmoil and chaos, and I intend to see us through it. Rest assured, I value you all not for what you can do for me, but what you can do for our kingdom, as vassals, subjects, and friends. That is what sets me apart from my rival. You are not tools, you are human beings. I have always liked to believe that I ruled with a just and kind hand, I have heard little called against me for abuse. I think it may make some think that I am weak. You could not be further from the truth. It takes true strength to want to act, and hold back. It is the fool who strikes with mindless rage, it is the mastermind who can temper that into a blade, and use it at a time of his choosing, to best effect. Do not mistake kindness for complacency and weakness, that is the mistake that Byrius and his ilk are making. And it is the trap that will snare their feet while we deliver the killing blow to him and his ambitions of baseless grandeur. With God as my witnesses, Selardia will not suffer a tyrant!" Lamarck called, raising his scepter again, rousing a cheer from the audience.
"Rest assured that I am dedicated to the salvation of our lands and its people, and there's nothing more that I want than a return to peace. But that can't happen while 'King' Fernand threatens our entire way of life. For now, all of my thought is going towards that issue. Empty promises of things to come later, will have to wait. I am not a man who, when given a drop of power, immediately begins to thirst for the next, as I am sure he is doing as we speak. Let that be a warning to anyone who has doubts on whom to serve. Over there is a man who will never be happy, and we are all pawns in his schemes to try and fill that void in his soul. But rest assured, it is bottomless."
"Selardia will prevail! We will prevail!" King Lamarck concluded.
"Long live the king!" The crowd shouted in reply.
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 11, 2015 5:28:47 GMT -6
A week have passed since the coronations and both Duchy lies restless. With King Fernand's declaration large groups of commoners begun protests against the newly christened King within the Duchy of Byrius. With small rumors turning into bigger rumors and the King's Declaration, some even contend to call the King a Tyrant now. Of course not helping were mass arrests of the protesters didn't help the King's cause it seemed trouble brewed for the King. The dawn of hostilities were about to begin and in it a new message was to be sent out; through blood.
-History of the War of the Wyverns, Historian Correll Zenith
King Fernand sat on his throne with a council in session, a large circular table could be seen before his throne with many seats. Of course only the most trusted and highest ranked advisers of the King were present and of course debating away.
"We must punish all those commoners with harsh lashing!! Or even death, they caused too much unrest within all the Duchy!!", one peculiar Count soon shouted out.
"What then? You only feed more fire into the flames Count Gristo or did you forget it is YOUR fault we are in this situation!! The more we do that, the more support among the commoners rally to the Usurper Alan Lamarck!!" Margrave Justinian Wavrich soon bellowed out.
"My fault? Margrave Wavrich, you have shown too much mercy to the Duchy of Lamarck!! The Rebels are heretics and even took former Church members with him!! He is leading the entire city astray!! I say burn them all into hell fire as punishment!!", Count Gristo suggested.
"Are you mad Count Gristo?! That only destroys the nation!! This realm needs to be united and to be united it requires the so called 'heretic half' of the realm. Without them how can we challenge the Empire after this is over?!", Margrave Wavrich soon replied obviously annoyed at the Count before him.
Margrave Wavrich was not a fit man round and fat some say he is laziest Margrave ever. However, he was on the council due to he was not stupid and knew what he was doing. It is another reason why Margrave Clarice view the other Margrave with respect, because he at least earned it in a different way.
"Done yet?", Uthyr soon asked the two as the other advisers simply shut their mouths to lead both sides cool off.
"Yes Margrave Clarice.", Margrave Wavrich soon stated as he fixed his uniform.
"For now..", Count Gristo then informed him.
"Good, because I was getting a migraine from your arguing.", Uthyr commented from his seat.
Suddenly a old frail life came from another seat where Margrave Ruben XVIII Belwin sat. His cane could be seen next to him and his skin looking as ancient with not much hair left on his head. In his time he was a brunette and looked strong then. Now with silver and of course the age of time, Margrave Ruben is considered one of the oldest lords alive.
"Margrave Belwin?", Uthyr soon asked.
"You're much correct Margrave Clarice. In my life time, I will continue to be amazed of those of your House. I have seen yourself, your father, and even your grandfather when they were all Margrave. All you young-lings are all full of youth and fire, but I agree with Margrave Wavrich, Count Gristo we are a nation formed by two city states and a capital city turned into one. We cannot allow such ideas and it also breaks the Internal Selardia Treaty we signed.", the old man soon stated.
"What you signed... not I.", Count Gristo soon stated with a smug on his face.
"Never the less we are gathered here my lords on the reformation of this great nation. There WILL be problems after all not all will be willing.", King Fernand soon stated from his throne, he too growing tired of Count Gristo's antics. He looked at his Council with Authority as he believe now was the time.
"Yes sire.", all of the advisers soon replied.
"The First Order of business, since we are in subject of the manner. The Insurrection of the former Marshal Kevin Smith requires our immediate attention. We managed to purge all elements of the Royal Army of any non loyal soldiers, though I do take a huge portion have deserted I believe?", Byrius soon asked.
"That is correct, I will say around 60 percent of the Royal Army have stayed on our side but due to the insurrection and large portion now in the Duchy of Lamarck. I fear this war will cost us dearly, especially on the home front. We have been playing offensive for a while now sire, but I fear if we do not press it may cause us to lose our advantage.", Uthyr soon reported.
"How long you think that will last Margrave Clarice? We have been gather troops and supplies; but how long will it take to put down the Rebellion?", Margrave Wavrich soon asked.
"I cannot say, its too early and we still have unknown variables that could turn this entire situation against us.", Margrave Uthyr soon gave his honest opinion.
"But it leads to only one problem my lords, we require a better command structure then what we have now. Why not begin the first reform my King? To change the structure of the Royal Army, with a head?", Count Gristo soon suggested, of course his own ulterior motive was to gain that rank himself. After all he was the most loyal of the lot here, and didn't trust any other who would show mercy to the heretics.
Uthyr frowned at what Count Gristo was saying, as he kept stepping out of his own bounds. Still he only needed to wait, wait long enough to finally punish the criminal.
King Fernand soon laughed at the suggestion then replies, "Of course, of course!! With the realm at the brink of rebellion, it would be best to do that reform first."
All the advisers were all waiting in anticipation on what was coming next.
"First the change of the charter of the Royal Army, it shall be handled by the new head of the military but also chosen lieutenants. After all a perfect military structure requires less issues, so in light of this the once Temporary Rank that was only given in times of emergency. Why not make it semi permanent?", King Fernand soon suggested.
"To do so is best in times of trouble sire. But there can be problems with given such power to one individual. After all wasn't The Garrison Staat der auserwähltes Geschlecht, formed in a similar manner? The Geschlecht King was overthrown and his entire Royal Line were brainwashed into the so called belief in being the Chosen Race.", Margrave Belwin soon stated the fact.
King Fernand soon nods,"Correct but what if we put someone who is not ambitious in the position? Someone who never even wants to rule or even bother with politics. Someone who has great respect with all people but at the same time feared."
"Your not suggesting...", Margrave Ruben soon was saying until he realized what the King was doing.
"Yes I am, there is only one perfect candidate for the Position of Field Marshal. What you say Margrave Clarice? You want the job don't you?", Fernand soon asked with a smile on his face.
Uthyr felt like banging his head against the table when the King flipped that on him. The moment he heard what he was saying it was obvious who he was talking about. All of it true, that is the fact but at the same time he just wanted to be on the front lines.
"Aye, sire. But can't I simply refuse?", Uthyr soon asked honestly.
"Nope you cannot, it is your Duty as a Margrave as well it is your duty to preserve the Kingdom from destruction. Who no better then the man who put down the Black Wyvern Revolt all those years ago?", Fernand then pointed out.
Uthyr felt like he just lost a bet then raises from his chair, "Alright... alright, its not like you got anyone better."
"Kneel Margrave Clarice.", Fernand soon stated as he got up from his throne as he walked up to the nearest step.
Uthyr soon did that as he went up to his King and Knelt.
"Do you swear on he honor of your House that you serve the realm and her people from all external and internal threats?", Fernand soon asked.
"I do, I swear.", Uthyr replied.
"Do you swear the allegiance of your station and know the limits of your power, That I invest unto you?", Fernand then asked.
"I do, I swear.", Uthyr stated his words.
"So be it, I Fernand William Richard Byrius-Luna The First in his name King of Selardia, Lord Protector of the Realm. Hereby grand the rank Field Marshal to you Margrave Uthyr of the House of Clarice. Command with wisdom, glory, and honor to this station. Protect the realm from her enemies and reunify the realm.", Fernand soon finished as he took out his ceremonial sword as he touch both shoulders of Uthyr.
"Now rise, Field Marshal Uthyr Clarice, Chief Marshal of the Royal Armies of Selardia.", Fernand then finished.
"You honor me your grace.", Uthyr soon stated as he finished.
"Now that is done, what should be next on the military front, 'Chief Marshal'?", Fernand soon asked.
Uthyr turned back to the table then soon says, "Much to do, much planning to prepare. But first.... Arawn come in."
Suddenly the Throne Room's door soon opened with Marshal Rido next to him and a few Clarice Guards.
All of them soon came up as knelt before the King and Council.
"You summoned me father?", Arawn soon asked.
"Tell me Arawn, tell me what you saw at 'that' place.", Uthyr soon asked.
Everyone in the room were silent not sure what the young Clarice was about to say.
"Many things father, what I saw was crime against the realm and sedition against the Royal Army.", Arawn soon replied without much of a stop.
"Oh? And where did you see this and whom?", Uthyr then asked knowing the answer already.
"Why father, from the County of Gristo of course. Count Gristo order his men to butcher innocent people with no ounce of remorse. As the other lords attack key military assets, Count Gristo's men instead 'deserted' the mission and may I say it? Commit a war crime against people who couldn't even lift a sword.", Arawn then said it which made everyone quiet.
"What is the meaning of this?!! Boy!! I saved your life from the likes of Count Tallacy!! How... how dare you accuse me of desertion!!", Count Gristo bellowed he got up from his seat.
"But Count Gristo, with the new reformation laws of the Royal Army, now all lords who do military action must follow protocol and require permission to attack the rebels. Not only that but we are bound by treaty to not do unnecessary loss of life. So Count Gristo, do you understand now?", Uthyr soon stated with ice in his voice.
"No, I deny these allegations!!", Gristo soon shouted.
"Arawn... arrest this man, for high treason against the Kingdom of Selardia.", Uthyr soon ordered.
"It will be done father.", Arawn along Rido and the two guards surrounded the Count.
"What? But the laws have not been changed!! King Fernand please stop this madness I always and will always be a loyal supporter! Stop this man before he ruins everything!", Count Gristo pleaded as he just realized was going to happen.
Just as they were ready to grab him Count Gristo began to struggle only for Fernand to raise his hand. Everyone stopped as the King Pondered then states, "Count Gristo you always have been ever so loyal man. But if a loyal dog becomes feral... what do we do?"
"Sire...", Count Gristo soon paled as what that meaning was.
"Why... a feral dog is a threat to all and will attack anyone even his own friends and family. Sorry Count Gristo but you went too far this time.", Fernand soon stated.
The Count lost the feeling to his feet and began to be dizzy. Paleness was evident on his face as he heard the words he thought he never would hear.
"Arawn Take him to the Dungeons as he stands to await trial.", Uthyr soon ordered.
"With pleasure.", Arawn stated as he and the other began to drag Count Gristo away.
"You!! TRAITOR!! HERETIC!! HOW HOW DARE YOU MARGRAVE CLARICE!! I AM LOYAL!! LOYAL!! I SERVED YOU SINCE WE WERE CHILDREN SIRE!! HAVE MERCY!! MERCY!!", Count Gristo shouted the entire way as he was literally dragged away from the throne room
Soon the door shut with a large thud, and silence was meet in the room.
"Well now, anyone care for some pie?", Margrave Wavrich soon offered.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 12, 2015 0:44:55 GMT -6
Over the week, much had changed. The split in the church and kingdom widened the rift between both sides of the nation, and the rebellion of the Royal Army made it worse. The survivors fled to Lamarck's court, and he protected them of course, but their movement without notifying him gave the king a massive headache. Such incredible potential wasted by the former Marshal. Whatever the motivation, the end result was the same; many good men were dead that didn't need to be. Still. The ones that managed to make it back to allied territory were recruited into the fold. The Army produced many fine men, and the ones who survived were either the most skilled or the most cunning. Both were useful, so Lamarck put them to work as training instructors and scouts. With their help, they had launched a handful of small scale invasions into the Royal District where it bordered his duchy and carved out a front line there. It was their only real offense so far, outside of raids along the border. Supposing that you could call it an invasion at all, a pragmatic man might call it a 'consolidation' of the area's sympathetic districts before the new army could move in to assert control. EIther way. They had been content so far to let Byrius break himself on their defenses, which they had been fortifying and building up since the death of the king.
The peasant revolts had caught Lamarck's ears, and naturally, he had been running them supplies and propaganda under the table to help fan the flames of dissent. Occasionally a few of them would smuggle themselves back and join up with the army, but most tried to stay and fight despite the futility of doing so. Arresting protestors only made it worse, and he laughed when he got to that line of Tzympenos's report.
It made the Margrave raise an eyebrow. "Penny for your thoughts?"
"Oh, it's just that the man is such a fool it is really beyond belief. In this manner, anyway. What did you call this, the Strauss Effect?" The king inquired.
"Streisand Effect, sire."
"Yes, that one. Kings have been lynched by their serfs before for actions such as this. Byrius had better remember there's a few thousand knights in his realm, and tens of thousands of peasants. He can't stop all of them with violence."
"Let's hope he doesn't, it's making things much easier for our agents."
Lamarck nodded. "Yes, that is true. What news do you have on that front, Margrave?"
"My contacts are still in position and waiting for their army to begin their grand offensive, and then they'll bring havoc on the homefront. They'll be forced to either let their supply lines crumble, or pull back and fall into our trap." Dragos informed his liege.
Alan seemed to approve, but still had concerns. "I trust you have a Plan B if they don't act as intended?"
"Of course. If they do not, I'll simply use my force in another way. Regardless, they'll find any initially victories to be quite Pyrrhic."
With that said he turned to Margrave Hamon to get his side of things. "And your counter attack will be ready, yes?"
"Of course, my lord. I believe I have quite the strategy in mind."
"Excellent, and so do I."
This made both Margraves look at each other, and then at their king questioningly. Dragons spoke up first. "What will you be doing?"
"I'm going to tackle whatever army they send head-on. I do believe I owe Uthyr for calling me a murderer, slandering me in public, and escalating this entire charade." Lamarck said with nonchalant confidence.
"I like it, bold." Hamon said at once, as ever, he was a man that was brave. Maybe a bit to the point of foolishness.
"There's more to it than that, isn't there?" Dragos asked instead, knowing that the king wasn't a man to be moved to take such emotional extremes.
Lamarck stared at him for a quiet moment, but eventually gave the secretive man a wry grin. "Call it a gamble of my own."
"I'm intrigued."
"Then let's hope it works. You could also consider it another PR stunt, to prove I'm serious about what I said. I doubt Byrius will be risking himself on the frontline, it'll just bring all the more soldiers to my side. People respect heroic leaders."
Dragos urged him to caution, warning that "They also respect living ones, sire. Do be careful."
"I will. And the same goes for you both. Will you be leading your army personally, Margrave Tzympenos, or sending your son to do it?"
"The wife and I will handle it. I fear Victor is still a bit too...impetuous for something so sensitive. I have some tasks in mind for him that will show me if he's ready or not."
"Do as you see fit," King Alan told him, "we all have our own parts to play here. Carry them out to the best of your abilities."
"Yes, sire." All those in attendance said.
While Byrius sought a centralized state, with armies commanded by few men, Lamarck worked in the traditional way; breaking down roles and handing them out to nobles to carry out autonomously. It had its risks, but it also meant he would be much more fluid and unpredictable in battle, and able to operate out of communication more effectively. It also demonstrated the differences in which the warring kings ruled, one with a tight fist, the other an open palm.
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 12, 2015 3:00:26 GMT -6
In the days of Count Gristo's arrest caused even more unrest among the nobility. The new reforms themselves trouble quite a few which begun into somethign King Fernand expectation. Regardless with the entire kingdom at the brink of full all out civil war it would be quite complication if too many revolted.
"So with this the entire army would be ready to deploy on a moment's notice towards the Duchy of Lamarck. Is there anything else you need sire?", Field Marshal Uthyr soon asked as he was in a war council with the other lords in charge.
"No Field Marshal, I do have hopes for this plans. You after all have never lost a major battle in your entire career. I am completely confident you can handle everything.", Fernand soon replied.
Uthyr soon griminess, "Sire victory is never assured, in fact I have seen overconfident Marshal's make many blunders. Though I may have never been defeated in a major battle before I have known defeat in smaller scale battles at times. What we are facing are our own countrymen, and one thing that is unexpected if how they will react to each other in battle. This is not just a war against a faceless enemy, no its a war with our own brothers, and some may be unable to kill each other. Of course that is not the case for all."
"Of course Margrave Clarice, there has been much bloodshed but for the realm to internally suffer... there is high chance of commoners unable to kill each other.", Margrave Belwin soon stated from his chair.
"The biggest issue is of course is the commoners as well. You all read the reports, at this very moment we will not have the population to even rule over or even wage war.", Margrave Wavrich soon pointed out as he ate his piece of chicken on his plate.
"That is a quite a predicament...", Fernand soon stated with a frown.
Uthyr soon says, "I might actually have a plan for that. Instead of putting down the element of rebellion down why not offer an incentive of income for commoners and possibly some sort of promises to the nobility if they join the Royal Army?"
"Your suggesting we bankrupt ourselves into this war Field Marshal?", Margrave Belwin soon asked.
"You should know we are likely to lose this war if we lose support of your lords and commoners if we don't. Once the war is over deal with the consequences afterwards.", Uthyr soon suggested.
"That is a valid point, we have created many enemies but there is a way to keep the lords in check at least.", Fernand soon stated as he was already having Sir Tristan deal with the problem.
"Bah all this talk is becoming too stressful I suggest we take a break. Then again we still have two trials to do...", Margrave Waverich soon pointed out.
"Agreed, the council is adjourned for now.", Fernand soon stated to the room.
______________________________________________________________________________________
"Traitors.... I am loyal.... loyal I TELL YOU!!", Gristo cried out from his cell.
"Will you shut up already!!", Kevin Smith stated from the other cell next to his.
"I will not hear the words of a traitor to tell me what to do!! Guard please tell his majesty I won't do stupid things again!! So please mercy!!", Gristo cried out.
Soon the door leading to the cells opened with Arawn and Marshal Rido next to him. The wardens of the dungeon soon got up in respect then says, "Me lord come to visit the condemned?"
"How is the guests?", Arawn soon asked.
"Da loud one keeps on crying like a babe, well the stupid one gets annoyed and yells at the loud one.", the warden replied.
"Is that so..", Arawn soon stated as he walked passed the cells with the various highly ranked former military men who were all awaiting trial.
Walking up to Gristo's cell Arawn looked at the lord who simply looked pettiful in his state. He almost felt sorry but then remember the teenage apple vendor stall and what happened to her.
"Well well the former Count Gristo, it seems you been having such a nice vacation here.", Arawn soon stated to the man.
"YOU!! YOu, YOU, YOU!! How dare you boy!! If it wasn't for me you would be under t he dirt!!", Gristo accused Arawn.
"Oh... haha", Arawn soon chuckled with Rido only to grab Gristo's dirty shirt and slammed him on the bars of his cell.
"GAH!! That hurt!", Gristo complained.
"Oh there is worse pain left for you to experience. But anyways, Gristo yes? Cut the fucking crap and talk to me. I am here not because of your utter dishonorable stupidity. Gristo what do you know on the night I was attacked. Details, anything really would help and maybe... maybe your death won't be painful.", Arawn soon demanded.
"Fine... Fine!! The night you were attacked at the party of the funeral, two men came to me with you in their arms. They were not my guards mind you but they stated that Count Tallacy attacked you on that night. So I send my guards to attack and burn a few houses, so what Count Tallacy is a heretic.", Gristo soon confessed.
"But Count Gristo, you are completely wrong. I wasn't attacked by some random guards of Count Tallacy, no I was attacked by 'professional thug' who's skills were way beyond any normal man. Anything else you can tell Gristo? Anything at all?", Arawn soon asked.
Days prior Sir Tristan from Duke Byrius informed me of something was going to occur in a few days. I thought he meant the funeral, but... what is strange is Sir Tristan himself. That red headed Knight is an enigma, never in my entire life in knowing the King ever encounter this Sir Tristan.... that is all I have.", Gristo informed Arawn which he soon nodded and left with Rido.
"Will you let me out now?", Gristo soon shouted out.
Arawn ignored his shouts and continued walking until he came up the door as the wardens were laughing at Gristo on how much a fool he was.
Now walking back up to the palace Rido walked next to Arawn with him asking, "So you think he was telling the truth?"
Arawn nods, "Aye, he was this only leading more question then answers though."
Soon both stop as Arawn looked up at a painting on the wall which he noticed a woman in knightly armor.
"Princess Knight Celine Luna, killed at this very spot by her very own brother. She was a fine lass, she used to come to the March of Clarice when she was younger to visit Margrave Uthyr.", Rido soon informed Arawn.
"She is beautiful in a knightly way. Rido, why does my father never talk of her especially from all the rumors I hear from the commoners.", Arawn soon asked.
"Well, she was dear to the Margrave so much he never talks much about that anymore. Though those rumors are false, they were never lovers. No one could say they were like the best of friends, always discussing fighting styles to strategy. No the Princess Knight did love a man he was not your father, no you would not hear this but she loved a man from our nation but a man from Geschlecht. That didn't end well actually its best... its best I do not talk of it.", Rido soon commented on something he shouldn't say.
"I see.", Arawn soon commented.
_______________________________________________________________________________________
Before the palace a massive crowd of commoners and nobles alike were gathered together, strange enough it was cloudy today in the weather which made everything look murky. Never the less it was quite a important event as Kevin Smith stood on platform with Chief Marshal Uthyr standing on the platform and the King sat on a throne that was moved to show him viewing the judgment.
"For Sedition, Murder, and High Treason. Kevin Smith you have been sentence to die by hanging.", Uthyr soon informed the man.
As the Loose was being put on his neck the man soon began to speak.
"I have no regrets, but regrets that I failed my King. Never the less in my heart may my death be a beacon of hope for all and accept King Alan as the one true King of Selardia!! Long Live the King!! Long Live King Alan!!"
Fernand soon raised his hand with a go, soon his struggle began with a large cheer as the man's neck broke and he began to lose breath. It didn't last long but soon Kevin Smith was executed on this date. Soon Uthyr shouts, "Bring the next prisoner out!"
Suddenly guards dragged Gristo up to the platform next to now a dead hanging Kevin Smith and a dozen other former officers who all were hanging in a long line.
"No... no no no...!", Gristo cried out as he was put in a spot with a loose near him.
His sobs could be so audible which made the man look pathetic.
"Count Federick Gristo, you have been charged for high treason, desertion, and crimes against humanity. What say you to these charges?", Uthyr soon asked.
"NOT GUILTY!! I AM LOYAL SUBJECT OF KING FERNAND THE FIRST!! I WAS HIS RETAINER IN HIS CHILDHOOD FOR GOD'S SAKE!!", Gristo cried out.
The crowd looked at the pitiful man, as the crowd looked at Gristo's dirty form. No longer the look of nobility he looked now as a man of common criminal ready to be hanged for the entertainment of the crowd.
"THIS IS A CONSPIRACY BY THE HERETIC UTHYR CLARICE! YOUR MAJESTY HAVE MERCY AND LISTEN TO ME!! Haven't I ever been loyal since childhood? Haven't I bleed and have my men died for you in your name? Please do not listen... listen to this unbeliever as he takes everything we worked for and perverts it!", Gristo soon shouted out.
The crowd was silent as Gristo gave his speech, which itself was moving in his own way. To some nobles that was completely true about Count Gristo being ever loyal dog of Byrius but now to see his state. It didn't look good at all and might even risk his own nobility leaving him.
"Your Majesty!! SIRE!! Fernand!! Please... please have mercy!", Gristo soon cried out as tears came out of his face and were shot.
Uthyr soon turned to his King as everyone waited for his response, the tension was high as he turned to looked at Gristo then to Uthyr.
"You ever be a loyal retainer and friend Fredrick... but this time you gone too far. Chief Marshal Clarice, continue.", Fernand soon ordered which brought the tension on high.
Some nobles and other in the crowd began to shout for mercy as well. The entire situation was turned on his head as Uthyr continued with the 'trial'. His charges and what he did was listed off and continued until Uthyr was finally finished.
"Count Gristo, for all these crimes, in the Name of King Fernand William Richard of the House Byrius-Luna The First in his name, King of Selardia. With the power invested within me I sentence you to death.", Uthyr finally finished which cause much commotion. Before the people were cheering at death now... now they were demanding mercy as they were seeing one of the most loyal sent to die.
"No... NO NO NO NO NO!! I cannot die!! I AM INNOCENT!! I BEEN SET UP!! THIS!! THIS IS A HERETIC CONSPIRACY!! YOU LIED!! LIED!!", Gristo rang out a the rope was put on his neck.
Uthyr was about to leave it like that as he was about to walk then turns, "Wait a moment."
The Executioner soon stopped in his tracks and as everyone in the crowd went silent. Did, did Uthyr change his mind?
"Arawn fetch me a block and my sword please.", Uthyr soon stated to his son who was not far away.
"Right away father.", Arawn called out as he soon brought his large sword and a block as Arawn placed the block in front of Uthyr.
The rope was no longer on Gristo's neck and the Uthyr soon pointed toward the block which the executioner soon nodded as he brought Gristo to his knees who struggled.
"Bend down." Uthyr ordered as the blade was in front of Gristo.
"No... no... NO!!", Gristo cried out and he was forced onto the block.
"Any last Words Gristo?", Uthyr soon asked him.
"I... I CURSE YOU MARGRAVE UTHYR CLARICE!! I CURSE YOU AND YOUR SON!! YOUR HOUSE BE DAMNED AND YOUR MARCH BE BURNED TO CINDER!! I PRAY THAT LAMARCK ENDS YOUR LIFE AS THE SAME WAY YOU ENDED MINE!! I CURSE YOU ALL FOR BEING A HERETIC AND A TRAITOR!! DEATH TO UTHYR CLARICE!! DEATH TO HOUSE CLARICE!! LONG LIVE KING FER-", Gristo was shouted with rage as his head was chopped off by Uthyr himself.
"Oh shut up.", Uthyr soon commented.
Gristo's head rolled on the platform with a face that looked enraged. Uthyr gave his bloody sword to Arawn as he was about to leave a riot was about to break out that is. Until King Fernand got up from his seat and raised his hand to the crowd.
"Let it be known, this is the fate of any treasonous thoughts. As well it is good to remember Count Gristo 'broke' The Internal Selardia Treaty. I am not an merciful King but I am a just King! Let the realm know of what happens when one breaks all their oaths and only bring dishonor to our realm!", Fernand soon shouted.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 12, 2015 3:41:37 GMT -6
There was a large crowd gathered at the execution grounds, commoners and nobles alike. Indeed, it was such a massive gathering that it was impossible to verify who everyone was. Keeping out spies would be almost impossible, but perhaps Byrius wouldn't want to? As a demonstration, as it were. It was a public spectacle, after all. Regardless, Lamarck and several other prominent nobles on the other side of the fence had an eye and an ear on the grisly events that unfolded on that day.
The death of Marshal Smith was a tragedy, but one that no one could say was unwarranted. If not for disloyalty, from Byrius, than stupidity from Lamarck. Still, he was a good man and a fine soldier, but his lack of foresight cost him. Alan would honor him as a hero later on, but for now there was nothing that could be done. Springing him was out of the question, being held in the Royal District and all. Right now it was probably the most heavily fortified area in the new king's nation.
The death of Gristo, though, well, let it just be said there that some people were still cheering at his death. Especially the turn around that Uthyr pulled at the last moment. The agents slipped out of the crowd when things got a little too hot, so that they could make their reports.
______________________________
"Count Gristo is dead, sire, just as I had assured you." Margrave Tzympenos said to his liege, giving a small bow as he did.
"Excellent news, my spies had reported similar. A shame that Marshal Smith and too many other good men from the Royal Army joined him. But they dug their own graves, with that little coup of theirs." Lamarck said with a sigh, shaking his head and tossing his long hair this-way-and-that in the process.
"Just the same, I fear his impetuousness would have created problems for us down the road. He clearly had his own delusions of grandeur, and if not met, I suspect he would have been just as quick to try the same moves on you, your highness."
"Perhaps you're right. But the man's talent is a loss the nation can scarcely afford. Yet it will have to." The king sagely noted, and then changed the subject from that matter. "Do you plan to inform Count Tallack of the good news?"
"Sooner or later. I'm waiting for the right moment to bolster the morale of him and the other border regions."
"If that is your plan, then I'll leave you to it. Keep me updated."
|
|
|
Post by Pitman on Dec 12, 2015 4:09:58 GMT -6
"As I will campaign on the front lines, Arawn you shall be acting Margrave in my stead. Marshal Rido will be there to advise you in all way.", Uthyr informed Arawn as he was packing his things.
"Of course father, anything else you will require?", Arawn asked his father.
"The King has requested a special guest will be arriving here later, I of course won't be here to greet him but please be on the best behavior well I am away Arawn.", Uthyr soon stated as he left as nightfall was coming.
"A Guest huh... Hey Rido you did send it right?", Arawn soon asked when he stated 'it'.
"Right away my lord, it is best to deliver it fresh.", Rido soon informed Arawn.
"Good, Good.", Arawn soon stated with a smirk.
"May I ask, who is this Johnny?", Rido soon asked.
"A Very dear friend Rido...", Arawn soon replied with a smirk.
_____________________________________________________________________________
It was nightfall within the palace and faint moaning could be heard from the bed chambers of the King. Soon after Fernand got up as he put his robe on to get more wine.
"Everything is proceeding to our plan.", Fernand soon stated as he looked out the night sky where one could see the dome.
"No one suspects a thing huh.", a female voice rang out.
"Of course no one does, Gristo was the only other one who knew. With him now gone it is only us who knows the truth.", Fernand soon stated with a smirk.
"If Uthyr knew? He would probably go straight to Lamarck if he found out the truth.", the woman soon stated.
"HA that is correct, but with you working with me he is working from the pawn out of my hands. He will win this war for us.... then we will get rid of him by sending him off to conquer Medeen. He is useful, I can tell you that. Still I been wondering...", Fernand stated as he drank his wine.
"Oh what your wondering?", the naked woman asked from the bed.
"Why did you betray your husband Lady Clarice?", Fernand asked as he turned to Arawn's mother who's blue hair hanged from his face.
"I loved him once... and he loved me too. But ever since Celine's death, he forgotten about me. Now all he loves is his trusty sword and some sense of duty. He has grown so weary now and I been so lonely. Regardless if it wasn't for me, the King would still be alive now. Everything is working for the better, the illness the King gotten and now your King, my love.", Tabitha Clarice soon stated as she hugged the King.
"Now all is left is Lamarck then... the entirety of Luna.", Fernand soon stated with a smirk.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________
Next Day
"So a guest is suppose to arrive right?", Arawn soon asked Rido as he was going through the dreaded paper work for the March of Clarice.
"Indeed.", Rido stated as he handed him more papers.
"No wonder father never wants to come home... the sheer paper work is insane!", Arawn soon cried out as he continue to attach his seal to different things.
"It is both the blessing and curse of being that of nobility.", Rido soon replied as he gave him another parchment.
"My Lord, the guest has arrived.", soon the butler stated.
"Oh joy... I guess I will go greet him.", Arawn stated with a shrug.
Arawn got up from the paperwork which he internally celebrated as he walked through the mansion and to the stairs he soon saw before him who he didn't expect.
"My Acting Margrave Arawn Clarice you looking quite well today!!", the blonde man from before soon stated with joy.
"Your... your the guest? What the hell your doing here?!!", Arawn shouted back.
"My business!! Quite obviously business!", the blonde replied.
"My Lord please... you must show respect!!", one of the Butlers soon stated.
When Rido came visible he soon says, "Ah... that explains everything."
Rido soon made a short bow towards the blonde and Arawn was completely lost.
"Ok what the hell am I missing here?!", Arawn soon cried out.
Everyone turned to Arawn like he is crazy then the butler says, "My Lord... this is the current Duke of the Duchy of Byrius. Duke Ronald Ernest Albert Byrius, younger brother of the King, Crown Prince of Selardia and Heir to the Throne."
"What...", Arawn managed to say.
"Hey don't worry Arawn we can be on a first name basis!! Regardless for now on we are working together for the duration of this entire war! How exciting!!", Ronald soon ran up and practically hugged Arawn.
Soon above the Mansion and large shout was heard, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!!!"
In the books would write the meeting between Duke Ronald Byrius and Sir Arawn Clarice would mark an interest friendship between the two. They wouldn't know this but in the future their meeting itself would have a ripple effect that waved not only in Selardia but the entire world of Luna.
|
|
Richter
Veteran Member
Posts: 1,870
|
Post by Richter on Dec 12, 2015 4:57:22 GMT -6
Victor was sleeping in well past noon, so when the package for him arrived with a 'high priority' message with it, his servants had to practically drag him out of bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, fighting back a yawn as he stared with heavy eyes at the man who had done the deed of waking him. He held a sealed chest in his hands, about as wide as his chest.
"It was delivered express for you, my lord. The messenger said it was very important you receive it as soon as possible." The man told him, holding out the box for him to take.
Victor did, surprised by how light it was. He shook it a few times, and heard what sounded like a single, solid object thumping around inside. "If it's a bomb, whoever sent this, better hope it kills me." He said, smirking at his butler. The servant seemed much less enthused, blanching a little at the thought of this being a potential assassination attempt. The domestic staff were kept well away from war, after all. But the prince laughed and told him to lighten up when it was apparent the joke was taken seriously.
"I'd know it if was, it'd be more metallic. More likely it's a snake or a scorpion or something, like last time."
"A scorpion, sir?"
"Oh yeah, they breed them big in Medeen."
"I...see..."
Forgetting about the butler and his discomfort, Victor popped the chest open and found a leather satchel inside along with a letter. He opened the letter first and scanned it, eyes going wide as he did. Immediately he tore open the bag and yanked out what was within, holding up the severed head of none other than Count Gristo. It still wore the expression of rage, which just made it all the sweeter.
"Pfftahaha! He actually did it, the madman! How in the world did he swipe this with no one noticing? I love it!" Victor exclaimed, smacking his knee with rancorous laughter.
"You know that man, sir?" The butler asked, warily staring at the head.
"I do. Guy responsible for the massacre at the border. Count Gristo himself."
"Ah." The servant said, lips pursing and face hardening. He nodded, understanding perfectly now. The news of that event had spread across the kingdom, and there was resentment across the entire Kingdom of Lamarck for it. And now here he had the head of the perpetrator.
"Get my bodyguards, we're going on a parade."
"Right away, my lord."
-
On that day there was an impromptu parade across a chunk of Lamarck's land, Dragos having decided to allow his son to break the news of the enemy's death to the nobility waiting to hear it, considering the circumstances and all. Victor and his soldiers took Gristo's head and marched it through all of the regions that suffered during the massacre, adding troops from them as they passed, including that of Count Tallack. A bitter sort of festivity followed, though they didn't get to bring the man down themselves, they knew he had suffered an ignoble death to match his deeds, and was ideally burning in the afterlife for it. At the end of the circuit Victor planted the grisly trophy on his family grounds, to let everyone remember men like him always got their due. Sooner or later...
|
|
Rabite
Veteran Member
Emperor of H
Hey, look over here.
Posts: 1,887
|
Post by Rabite on Dec 12, 2015 15:35:55 GMT -6
Prince-Archbishopric of Gransela remained silent at the ascension to throne of the two Dukes, at least nothing was spoken officially, but this does not mean that the nobles of Gransela are happy about what has happened.
"Do those two have any idea what their actions will cause!?"
In his office, James sends some office supplies off his table with a swing of his arm, many of the Knights and Dames that were standing guard in the room looks at each other. James doesn't get angry often, but this time it's really over the board with the news that he just received of recent happenings. While he continues to vent his rage by throwing things around the room, one of the older Knight tells some of his teammates to find some help, who quickly sneaks out of the room to do so.
"One after another! Can't they talk with anything other than despicable underhanded tricks and violent acts?!"
But before he could do more damage to the room, help has arrived for the Knights and Dames.
"It's no good to stay here right now, you are all dismissed. Let the Die Gerade and I be alone for now."
"...Understood, Your Excellency."
The one that's most suitable to calm down their raging leader, Archbishop Florina of Exion. Calmly she slowly walks over to James who just flipped over his chair, and was preparing to break his table, but he finally stopped when she grabs him by the wrist. You'd think it'll be difficult to do that towards someone that's a few levels higher in physical abilities, and is trashing the place in rage, but it stopped him without any further resistance. Turning to look at who was it that stopped him, he was quickly surprised that she had came in without him noticing. Slowing dropping his raised fist, and takes a few deep breath to calm himself down a bit.
"....Sorry, I just..."
"You've been working too hard lately, it's better if you get some rest and relax yourself."
"But those two...!"
She ignores his pleads and pulls him over to the sofas on the side for visitors, sitting down herself, and straightens out her lap.
"Come, it's just the two of us alone, there's no need to worry."
"I can't rest now, there's still a lot of..."
"You would have better judgment if you get some rest and have someone listen to your mind, and there's no need to hesitate with me."
"Well... alright."
He lies down on the sofa with his head on her lap, the two remained quiet for the moment, it's been a while since they had some time together with all those things that had to be done for the newly formed Prince-Archbishopric of Gransela.
"....It's really... stressful, a lot more than I hoped it to be."
"...."
"So many of them, greedy for power, envying the success of others, and failing to do even the simple kindness... those of the Duchies I cannot control, but even those within Gransela I can see it corrode the just of the people."
"...."
She allowed him to speak without any interruption, urging him to continue with her gaze.
"But those are just minor problems that could be solved with time... but those two, the possible future Kings of Selardia... Lamarck I could still understand it as a move to not fall behind on their standings... but Byrius, that mad bull did not even glanced at what his actions might bring. Now he goes on and executes Count Gristo. It was likely to be a way to improve his authority and to show the world that he intended to punish anyone that is out of line, but that is a little bit too late aren't it? After what he had done himself to achieve his claimed throne, now he's simply putting up a notice saying that there are no 300 ounces of silver buried here."
An old Chinese proverb to describe guilty people's conspicuous attempts to hide their crimes, and is quite fitting for Byrius here. If Byrius is truly an honorable man, then he wouldn't have cheated his throne in the first place. Now the man wants to claim that he is innocent of such crime by putting on an act? Surely only fools and the uneducated would fall for such petty tricks.
"At the speed that Lamarck followed the example of his rival, it's safe to say he himself at least had intentions of doing the same thing... has the Church of Babel fallen so much that they are reduced to mere tools of politics? Just because the King is gone, they are free to do anything they want? And that declaration, Byrius says that he will be a fair King that will not stand back at those that breaks their oath... what about his own? What about the duty of the King to work with the nobles? The nobles are not his servants, merely his vassals, but yet he wishes to take away their rights and believes that they would just sit and let him do that?"
"...."
"War, should only be the final attempt, but it's the easiest way. These people would rather focus their efforts into bringing death and disaster than to work it out on the table like a civilized leader... it would be their people that would suffer, while they remain comfortably in their homes or camps. How many of these people would I be able to help? Tens? Hundreds? Maybe more, but surely I would not be able to help all of them. Maybe I should just resign from all this and head back home, together with you and Ann and relax in the sun... something like that."
He rolls over and buries his face in her laps, which she response by patting him on the head as if she's dealing with some small animal here.
"Then... what do you want to do?"
She finally spoke, seeing it's time to bring out some other ideas within his mind. He has finished letting out his stress, now it's time for him to decide for himself.
"What... should I do... tell me, My Dear."
"What you wish to do, with as much effort as you wish, and attempting to achieve what you had planned. If you want to resign then you will have my full support, I will go with you back to Gransela. If you wish to keep working then you will still have my full support, we can go help as many people as we can during our times."
"But... how many can I help...? And what might my actions cause?"
"As much as within your ability of course, but you must not let yourself but burden by the results... you are not alone, you have your loyal allies, your faithful followers, your brave sister, and of course you will have me by your side. Let us hold some of the weight for you, all you have to do is ask."
"And if I fail?"
"Then we will accept the consequences together. It would be for the best if only the two of us are to be blamed, best fitting for us who accepted our positions."
"......Then I better give it all I got, I can't let you be dragged into this."
He sits back up and the two begins to clean up the mess that James had caused earlier, after they're done, James sits down and looks at his papers.
"Byrius would need other ways to fill his ranks... mercenaries, drafting of some sort or perhaps more recruitment... mercenaries would just be carrying their roles, but the commoners might not be dragged into this."
"You wish to bring them to arms?"
"No, but I believe many of them would think twice of joining this war with the right statement."
-
A few days later after the recent happenings, the Die Gerade office releases a declaration that denounces the actions of taking the thrones with unjust means. Towards the peasants he wishes for them to avoid participation into the civil war, and not be blinded by the fools gold that are presented to them. Rather they should be faithful and just, avoiding violent and working together towards peace with their own means. He also expresses that although he is happy that the two Kings have carried out their own means in dealing with those that breaks the treaty, the Church of Devanism would prefer if they were handed over to the Church instead of having their sentences carried out without a rightful court sentence.
The declaration helps in calming down open revolts from the peasants, however many more of them begins to avoid paying taxes and moving away from military locations. At the urge of their religious leader, many that had plans of joining the army had decided to do otherwise.
|
|