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Post by Kira on Sept 25, 2022 17:00:54 GMT -5
Scene: Vaylien 6th, 1931
New Raltera, Fuar Quarter.
Mil'Nor Joined Clans.
Early Morning
The city had already started to gear up for the week's worth of celebrations. Spring was coming to Mil'Nor, and as was yearly preformed in it's celebration was the Day of Rising festival. For people like Garret Minz, it'd mean a return to clerking after winter's thaw. The former clerk had spent the cold holed up in the Fuar Quarter, in a little inn that just recently been opened called the Fat Lute. The inn served many of the new patrons who had found steady work at the new railyard established in the north of the city. The influx of workers, both internally and from Zedonia had caused the Quarter to practically explode in size, many of the buildings ramshackle and built with climbable architecture in mind. From his spot sat at the steps into the Fat Lute, Garret had a good sight of the rail station. Having spent the winter doing bookkeeping for the station, the man knew there'd be a good deal of business from those trying to rush back for the celebrations...but what he didn't expect was the sight of Ganglank before him.
Several of the humans seemed especially decorated, with how they differed from the rest. Garret watched as they disembarked from the green train they had come from, the man even more confused by the sight of the car brought for the foreigners transport into the city. What business could they have here, now of all times?
Scene: Vaylien 7th, 1931
New Raltera, Clan Meiyo Estate, Meiyo Docks.
Mil'Nor Joined Clans.
7:12 Am
Talamore smiled to himself as his personal aides dressed him for the day ahead. Things were going just as planned for the Clan Chief. His agents had reported back to him, assuring him that support and arms would be given as needed. All he needed was to dispel the deception the High Chief held over the people. A sign of weakness would do, and with this stupid invitational the idiot had arranged, there was a plenty of opportunity to achieve some results. With his usual fight planned within the Games this year and the work done thus far, everything was going just to plan.
His finished his personal perpetrations, accompanying his guard to the meeting hall of Castle Tolvaj for Invitational.
Elsewhere in Clan Meiyo Estate.
9:43 Am
'Are you sure this is wise madam? You have said yourself that we cannot trust them to work with us'
An maid asked of Vaela as the two discussed the Heiress's plans within her own quarters.
"Not really, Tasi, but I don't really see that we have much of a choice. You know he's going to do something stupid today, and with how well the Marrlan talks went I wouldn't doubt him throwing away the crown because of his pride. If we at least work together we'll be a bit better suited to save the Clan."
The other woman's face lit up in disgust, shaking her head violently as she nearly shouted back in response.
'You can't do that!....madam. They would see us under their boot again just like the Times Before. To wo-'
She'd be sharply cut off.
"AND DO WHAT? Sit back and watch as they split us apart? You've heard the teachings of the Elders, and I know I told you about the fall of the Empire. We have to do anything we can if we are to remain free."
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Post by Kira on Oct 7, 2022 20:12:29 GMT -5
10:09 Am
The Meeting Hall of the Representational Offices were filling up with the invited dignitaries already, giving Kathrine Mengele the headaches of seeing to their needs and initial greetings for the day. The woman had been looking forward to it however, the opportunities of growing their foreign relations being far more valuable than seeing to more mundane matters.
Already she had greeted and made small chat with the Gaelic Taoiseach and the Franarri Delegation, and still many more important figures were to arrive. She’d had taken a moment to recover herself, a second coffee in hand as she was seated next to the central podium of the hall. The woman considered the week ahead, and the challenges she needed to tackle today alone.
The UKUG and Kumosanken had both sent their representatives, although the request of privacy by O’Donnell had been respected as best could be abided for the man’s security. She didn’t look forward to the possible implications that could be taken by the two rival’s both standing within neutral ground…but it was better to offer them both a chance for a competitive rate instead of making her choose one now.
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Post by Kira on Oct 12, 2022 0:11:52 GMT -5
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12:50 PM
The city had gone through the early motions of both greetings and celebration of the morning, and now changed to a town abuzz with talk, bartering and tales from abroad. Families from the upper classes mingled with their out of town Clanmates, while the less fortunate settled with those who could make it. The many extended families throughout New Raltera had long grown traditions taught by the original settlers, and as such the unity found across Clan lines was unmatched here.
Of course, there were exceptions to every rule.
High Chief Nils Tolval sat with several officials within one of the halls of Castle Tolvaj. The diplomatic procession and First Setting Ceremony were already on the elder’s mind, and now those serving him already brought more work. Along with the arrival of the Kumo delegation came word on the Kumo’s ability to fulfill the investments to be made into Mil’Nor. This of course had brought the paperwork to him, along with the bickering of those assigned to such matters
With Nils withholding himself, there were twelve others within the room and seated at the oval table. Two nobles from both Clan’s Tolvaj and Meiyo respectively were nearly screaming at each other, the rest either in casual conversation or busy with a lunch-time meal. The man briefly considered the scene before him, giving a sigh to himself before he mentally turned back into the native tongue being spoken.
“You dare suggest that Mont Vergius is not suitable for the new forges to be constructed first? Long has Clan Gruvar provided for our people’s strength, and we seek the simple gift duly earned by the Clan” said the Tolvaj noble Amudias Teller. He was of an older stock within the Clan, a part of the generation that saw the civil war and troubles that had beset the nation sixty years ago. His counterpart, the Meiyo noble Yanling Arcus, seemed to hold back a snarl before a cool calm asserted itself in his response. “The family of Meiyo has done more than its own share these past few months. Surely we cannot expect our own rewards to be…misdirected in their destination. Clan Tolvaj should be reminded that we have withstood the stench of the ganglank within our ports for far longer than was agreed upon. The High Chief’s word was given for them to be only remaining for a season, and instead they have been blocking port access for our own ships for trade and repair. What’s more, I have heard now that you have intended to station the fleet of Kumo warships within the port of New Raltera itself!”
The little speech had stunned the man’s opponent, along with gathering much of the interest of the other attending Clan representatives. The High Chief rose a hand, using the momentary silence to claim the spotlight. “Cease your squabbles. I have called this meeting to inform of such matters. The Kumo have given us a great deal of aid in return for what we have offered them, their fleet is merely to ensure the safety of their own people. Beyond that, I have seen the commendation of Clan Meiyo with gift of the warship we have purchased from the Kumo. A Fleet-Captain of my own choosing is to be been given the command of these vessels. The power of the old world shall serve the Clan well, in my eyes. Would you not agree, Representative Yanling of Meiyo?”
The elder’s voice was soft but commanding at first, a harsher almost stonewall like feel pushing forth in it as he finished. Yangling seemed to pause again, before slowly falling back into his seat, his voice a mere shadow of the pride shown before. “I would, High Chief. I am humbled to know that despite all else, you have seen to our needs far beyond what others can think of.”
The noble’s tone had lost it’s backlash, subservient now but with the touch of invitation to seek something else.
Nil ignored the clear bait, turning back to address the table proper. “We have seen to the establishment of at least two hundred new smithies by the next Day of Rising, along to the establishment of a rail line to both Mont Vergius and the Kithium. Another line is to lead south towards Tel’Amore, and then link up with other cities within the interior of the nation.”
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The meeting continued from that point with minor interruptions, but what had been done was clear.
-50 Smithies were to be constructed using the 1000 construction factories bought/leased from Kumosanken
-The nation's own 90 construction factories would begin work on rail lines between the interior towns and resource extraction areas.
-The 400 shipyards leased to the Mil’Nor Goverment by the Kumo will be commissioned to supply 24 escort destroyers, and 2 light cruisers.
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Post by Kira on Oct 14, 2022 21:36:12 GMT -5
8:04 Pm
Already the banquet had begun in Castle Tolvaj, with the city below out in the streets, fields and coastal waters all around. Inside the royal ballroom of the grand castle of the Mil’Nor, Field General Tyrann observed the on goings of both officers and nobles alike. His spot was the usual one during these proceedings, in casual accompaniment of his own fellow officers of the Valderan Reclaimer’s. Standing as an unofficial political faction within the high command of the three clans jointly, through either faith or ego they believed in the idea of a Mil’Nor influence strong handing Touli politics. The members had a wide variety of beliefs to just how…heavy the hammer need to hit, but to the Field General’s eyes, it could not be done unless all matters were to be considered. Having served in the military for twenty years as a noble bred officer, the man was ruthless and apathetic to the costs of his orders.
The man had good reason to be mindful of his surroundings, as both homeland and foreign dignitaries were to visit tonight. He noted the leader of his sect handling the dignitaries, catching her eye and giving a nod in return as the woman let the group find their own spots for the evening. He’d try to think on the matters behind the celebrations before more pertinent things came to his attention. Chief Dravos had approached the man, with Tyrann inconspicuously joining the other in a perusal of the ballroom floor.
‘Field-General.’
“Chief Gruvar.”
The two seemed to almost be ignoring each other, the interaction on both side showing a bit of mutual disapproval. The officer broke the silence first this time.
“I assume you have heard of my intentions with the north then? You would not leave your prize unguarded for so long so as to see me”
‘Do not assume I do not have others I can trust, Field General. I’m more than able to defend myself with or without you. You should also remember that I am responsible for your actions as well. Your father may have seen to your appointment, but you have not shown what I consider the “right” methods in your displays.’ Dravos said. Tryann gave a light shrug, taking a sip of his drink before responding.
“Be that as it may, the Deacon has approved of my action before, and you know she will approve of this plan over any other you can when they come for us."
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Post by Kira on Oct 15, 2022 15:55:07 GMT -5
Scene: Vaylien 8th, 1931
New Raltera, The Arena of the Fallen
Mil'Nor Joined Clans.
Early Morning
The second day of celebrations within the city focused on the celebration to skill, talent and ability. Children would be brought to games to win prizes, contests were held to rank skill with both the pen and sword. The most honored of these would be the fights and lectures given within the Hall of Echos, a large coliseum built by Ald'Raan Tolvaj, the former High Chief and founder of the original Pact of Clans. Here the standing high chief, along with the common people of New Raltera would oversee the competitions of their most esteemed. Both plays and bouts played here regularly, with the occasion attendance of the High Chief. The ability for the common folk to engage with their rulers on fairground had been a necessity throughout the Mil’Nors colonization of Touli. The spot of the Hall having replaced the former, smaller building built during the foundation of the nation.
The morning was spent with a mix of plays and lectures given to the people and Clan nobility alike. New stories were told for amusement, while the announcement of new laws for both city and state were given. This media and it’s contents were of course influenced by the inner politics of the Clans, but under High Chief Nils Tolvaj’s relatively benign standards, more truth was reported then fiction.
Despite the time, the High Chief had made it a point to be there from the time the gates opened for the public. Those visiting from abroad had been given the option to join the showings for the day at their own leisure, a booth set aside for them apart from the Clan’s own specially built overview of the proceedings. A lecture would be on going on the new rail system being built throughout the nation, explaining both how it works, the dangers and rules to be observed, and some praise to the Clans given on the delivery of yet breakthrough for the Mil’Nor. The fights were to begin soon after, and Nils could only feel his heart tire once more. The Chief’s of both Clan Gruvar and Meiyo were to fight this day, and while he trusted his blood-brother not to do anything rash, he could not extend that same trust to Chief Talamore. He could only give a silent prayer to the Allfather that the two could at least play nice for a few more days.
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Post by Kira on Oct 15, 2022 23:28:33 GMT -5
6:44 PM
The Hall of Echoes.
The fights had been mostly concluded for the day, with the bouts having been decided by first blood. The audience had packed the Coliseum and the surrounding area of the Hall. They had all found good reason to be here, as the Champions of both Clan Gruvar and Meiyo were to compete. Every year during the Day of Rising it is expected that those who represent the Clans, and to a greater degree the Mil’Nor themselves, to compete in either word or weapon. Both Clan Chief’s had agreed to a test of martial skill this year, and as the two entered the arena, the crowd would grow ecstatic in cheers for their respective Clan and Chief.
On the right of where the High Chief sat stood Chief Dravos of Gruvar. The man was adorned in a heavy plate set of armor, the craftsman ship all along the set a mix between the earthly tones of the Clan, and the more rigid tones found within their art style. The green and brown dyes were of a high quality within the visible parts of his clothing, the slightly worn shine to the armor giving it the look of a stone pillar rather than steel.
On the High Chie’s left was Chief Talamore of Meiyo. Where Gruvar had been a show of craftsmanship through durability and strength, Meiyo’s attire was much more showy. Gold, Gems and other flairs adorned the man’s seemingly overcomplicated armor, there being more fabric and cloth then metal on the thing. Prideful as ever, the Clan was more than willing to show themselves off.
As the two stopped two dozen paces from one another, the High Chief rose from his seat, the crowd growing silent as the elder raised his hand. An official announcer followed soon after, the man speaking quite loud as he dictated for the High Chief.
“Thank you all for coming to meet upon this sacred ground once again. Our ancestors have done us well, that we can still come together as one despite the troubles the winter may have given us. Before us, we recognize the Chief’s of Meiyo and Gruvar respectively. In recognition of both their respective efforts for the past year, their responsibilities for the next are to be decided by trial of their agreement.” The announcer took a breath, allowing the information to sink in before resuming once more.
“In the Name of the Allfather and the Clans, may the best of the Father’s Chosen win!”
A gong was sounded hit as soon as the words left the announcer’s lips, the crowd dropping it's silence in favor of enthusiasm and cheers. The two chiefs assumed their battle stances, each eyeing the other as they started to circle one another. Both of them had a personal score to settle here, and what better way than a good public competition to end the feud.
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Post by Kira on Oct 16, 2022 11:43:48 GMT -5
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To say the fight had gone poorly for Chief Dravos was an understatement. Armed with his sword and shield, the man had found his opponent difficult to land a hit on, his own movements sluggish and slow as his mind felt like someone had sent the world spinning. He cursed to himself mentally as he avoided another spear thrust from Chief Talamore, his armor at least doing its job at blocking the other man’s attacks. He would have tried to formulate a reason to his own difficulties, but the trial of keeping himself unharmed thus far under such conditions took all of his focus.
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The two had been at it for ten minutes thus far, the crowd only having gotten more ecstatic as the display of both skill and showmanship continued. Talamore frowned as yet another lunge was parried by the Chief of Gruvar. The drugs he had slipped into Dravos’s morning meal were supposed to be able to knock an average man out of a fight, yet despite his obvious difficulties, Talamore’s rival was still standing.
Such a display could not be tolerated if his plan was to work, this Talamore knew. He needed to show his own strength to the people, here and now. As the two backed up from another mutual attempt of strikes, Talamore shifted to the other’s right side of view, another lunge with his spear taken as he aimed for Dravos’s face this time.
Talamore needed him dead, and where better to excuse such an ‘accident’ than a trial of combat.
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His lunge worked, although the drugged Chief was still able to anticipate it to some degree. Instead of his face being met with metal, only the Mil’Noran’s right eye would receive injury, the eye itself being tore open before the man screamed in agony. Dravos fell backwards as he dropped his weapons, his hands rushing to his face to try an alleviate the pain in some manner. The crowd had a mixed reaction, with some cheers given but the sound of shock and concern resounding throughout the Coliseum.
High Chief Nils had been watching throughout, his worry growing to a boiling point before the injury occurred. Dravos was nearly a full two heads taller then Talamore, and a far better swordsman then the more court-savvy Chief of Meiyo, and now he had been brought low by his rival. Rising quickly as the mans screams and the peoples shouts filled the Hall, he’d speak for the first time now. Tempered rage filled his voice, the man sounding thirty years younger as he shouted loud enough for even those outside to hear.
“SILENCE! THIS FIGHT IS OVER”
His words came just as Talamore angled his spear at the other combatant’s neck, a few medicus having come from the inside the preparation area of the coliseum to try and recover Chief Dravos. Talamore looked upwards towards High Chief, a smug smile on his face as he directed his ruler.
“Would the High Chief deny me the honor of ending one so unable to follow the teachings of the Allfather? Clan Gruvar has shown weakness this day, and as such must find another who is truly able to defend the name of it’s Clan, and our people”
Looking down at Talamore from on high, the elder scowled as he addressed the schemer’s words. “Clan Meiyo is to remember their place and the foundations upon which we live. Your opponent has lost the trial, and thus is now my responsibility. You will leave Chief Dravos unharmed.”
To this, Talamore smiled in return, raising his spear away from Dravos as he addressed the crowd. “Is this we shall lead us, my fellow Clanmates? A shadow of a man who has forgotten his past, and will sell his honor to others for nothing more than honeyed words and false promises? Everyday another 'ganglank' ship comes to our shores, and we lose yet more and more of our homeland to their ways. By my right as Clan Chief and under the will of the Allfather, I challenge High Chief Nils Tolvaj to trial by combat”
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Post by Kira on Oct 16, 2022 12:34:21 GMT -5
To say the crowd lost it would be an understatement. Accusations of betrayal, dishonor and insanity were screamed at Talamore, the crowd almost unanimous in the foolishness of the idea. It’d only be the raising of Nils hand that they’d quiet once more. The look on the elder’s face was grim, but he’d already started on taking the stairs from the royal viewing box to the arena floor. “In the name of the Allfather, I accept your challenge. We shall fight to the death, Chief of Meiyo. Those in attendance are to stand witness to this duel, and accept the victor no matter what happens.” Again, the crowd exploded, this time not in anger but a mix of surprise, confusion and approval.
By the time Nils reached the arena proper, Talamore had already left Dravos on the floor, the medics trying to apply aid to the wounded man in the meantime. He’d met the High Chief just as he had met Dravos, the two having drawn their weapons as they stood in their respective stances across from one another. Nils had only his sword in hand, the elder still having managed to stay relatively fit despite his youth having long left him…he could only hope that his body didn’t give out before his weapon met Talamore’s heart
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Another swing of the blade, and another miss. The fight had begun in earnest, with the High Chief having managed cut into the other's flesh a few times as Talamore's blood dripped onto the ground. In comparison, Nils was virtually unharmed thus far, the exhaustion of having to fight Dravos leaving the Clan Chief unable to match the elder's skill with a blade. The audience was in almost full agreement on who they were backing, the fall of Dravos and Nil's own popularity causing the people to side vehemently with the High Chief in the fight. Talamore's defensive actions were only to stall as the man struggled to regain control of the situation, his spear soon being launched from his hands to land several feet away from the fight. The tip of Nils sword pressed against the cloth of Talamore's chest as the Clan chief threw his hands up in surrender.
"I yield! I yield! By the Allfather, show mercy" He said, his voice having reverted to a groveling, if even pathetic tone as he came to kneel on the arena floor. Nils held his sword against the man's chest, waiting to push further as he looked around the Hall. All around, silence reigned as the High Chief's verdict was waitied for. "Here you sit, asking for the mercy of Falgyr while another suffers from your own ambition. You have brought harm to Clan Gruvar, to my blood-brother, and to the very ways of our people." He'd pause a moment, pulling his sword back and flipping it around to hand to Talamore. The other man took the offered weapon, giving a look of confusion to the High Chief as he continued. "I shall give you the chance to show mercy upon yourself, and ask the Allfather for forgiveness on your own terms here and now"
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At this point, Chief Dravos had risen from his spot, the medicus still trying to get the injured man out of there as they wrapped a bandage around his eye to try and stop the bleeding. As he watched the scene unfold before him, he picked up his own sword and started on his way towards the two. As for Talamore, he'd rise as he considered the weapon given to him, his eyes flicking from it and back to the High Chief. He'd only pause a moment, before taking the weapon in both hands and slashing at the High Chief. The Elder's eyes flickered for only a moment before the light within was erased forever, the blade cutting in the man's neck clean through as his head was seperated from his body in one clean stroke. It'd land a few feet away as the blood spurted from the now headless form, which would fall before Talamore soon after. The crowd was stunned in horror as the man who led them for the past sixty years now lay dead on the ground. Talamore rose the now blooded blade, screaming out in pure exhilaration as he did so.
"I WOULD SOONER DIE THEN SUBMIT TO ONE SO TOUCHED BY THE VOID. WITH THIS BLADE I CLAIM MY BIRTHRIGHT, AND THE RIGHT OF ALL CLAN MEIYO TO-"
His speech was cut short as the air left his lungs, forced out by the blade stabbed through his back. He'd blink once, twice and a third before collapsing on the ground, Chief Dravos barely standing over his body from behind. His sword impaled into the Clan Chief's back, the man struggled to keep himself upright as the medics tried make sense of the scene before them. The crowd had lost it now, with some jumping down from the stands to get to the body of their now dead ruler, and see to the health of the one they had left. Others soon left the stadium, the city itself soon losing all control as several mobs formed from the chaos.
The Day of Rising Celebrations were over, and Mil'Nor had truly been left at the crossroads.
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Post by Kira on Oct 16, 2022 16:01:16 GMT -5
Vaylien 7th, 1931
Castle Tolvaj
7:28 PM
"Get the Guard activated! All of them! I want you to keep the delegation that's in the city safe and see that no fucking harm comes to the foreigners. Get them into the foreign quarter and lock it down after.”
News of the High Chief's murder had reached Kathrine, the chaos in the streets having already been apparent by now. The tears were clear as day on the woman's face, but beyond that her look was of pure rage. She'd been pulled away from the collection of delegates, both local and foriegn, that she;d been giving a tour of the castle to. Standing within the main audience hall of the Castle, she had set up a small open office and central meeting point for officers and nobles to discuss plans of action.
Of those assembled, few numbered in favor of Clan Meiyo. The few from the Clan there had tossed their Clan emblems and accessories aside. If the thought of associating with the Clan that had slain the High Chief was vile to some of them, most could recognize the poor choice in showing any kind of loyalty to said Clan. Fleet Captain Torres and Field General Tyrann were here, the latter having been the one receiving the Deacon’s orders. The man gave her a quick salute before leaving, the woman turning to Torres with just as hard a glare as she had given the other man.
“Send word that the reserves are activated. I doubt the idiot planned for this, but incase the girl tries to do anything over the next few days, I want us to be prepared.” She’d give a sigh, a hand rising to massage her forehead before she resumed “After that, collect the Elders. If we are going to do this right, I’m going to need their full support for what comes next.
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8:11 Pm
Streets of New Raltera
General Tyrann puffed on the cigar he had gotten from a UKUG-ware selling vendor as he sat atop his horse. The work to secure the city had begun, with planted weapons caches, loyal troop replacements and a general increase in security for the city had given the man a strong force in hand. His orders were clear; provide safety to the foreigners, keep the city safe and try to avoid civilian casualties. He understood the reasons why, but the lack of a proper punishment given towards the traitors annoyed the officer.
Still, with a job to do, the General flicked the remainder of his cigar to the cobble road, lookiver over the collection of guards at his disposal. The men had been given a reinforcement of new rifles, but Tyrann would have to do his best to make sure they were only a reminder of power rather than a show of strength. His only saving grace was the specialty of the men chosen for their assignment, their loyalty having been earned to the General especially. Having served a number of years within the military of the Joined Clans, he kept his troops well supplied and trained. A result of his influence within the former court of the High Chief.
“Alright boys, keep damage to a minimum, and under no circumstance are you to shoot. I want pockets to be shaved and taken apart, dispersed. If you find a ganglank, get them into their little petting zoo. Once you’ve covered your routes twice over, return to your fallback posting and begin the lockdown.” The guards gave their own salutes of forms of acknowledgement of the orders before dispersing through the city proper. Tyrann for his part would travel with Clan Tolvaj’s honor guard to both collect the High Chief and the dignitaries that had gone to the Hall of Echoes.
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8:30 PM
Castle Tolvaj, Audience Hall.
Collected together now with Kathrine were several Mil’Nor and a few Inselni Elders. These ranged from high ranking merchants from Tolvaj, Forgemasters from Gruvar and the few Inselni nobility serving on the Council of Elders. Set up as a response measure to a time of crisis, the Council was currently bickering as to the question on most everyone’s mind. Calls for a change could be heard in between the conversations and exclamations, with everything from a breaking of the Clans to the formation of a new nation to be born from the ashes.
“Deacon, what say you?”
A voice called out to Kathrine, the woman raising her head from where it had been propped up by her hand against her forehead. The speaker, Elder Tzu, was giving her mildly concerned look as he gestured towards the rest of the Council members. She mildly recalled something about the mother nation being stated before as she came to, giving the Elder a look exhaustion before speaking.
“It’s clear that my father’s ways were working, Elder, but it’s also clear there are those who feel differently about us working towards our future.” The rest off the members had quieted themselves, some giving open looks of resentment. The truth of her parontage had been claimed by not only Elder Tzu, but also the Inselni nurse who had delivered the girl, her mother and her father. The fact it had been hidden had not gone over well, but with the High Chief’s loss, Kathrine needed every card she could get.
One of the Clan Nobles of Gruvar rose his hand. “And just what do you propose then? We leave a woman to lead us, huh? You may be the daughter of the Chief, but we cannot expect you to lead us like he did.”
She’d give the man narrowed look “Maybe so, but that’s not what I would suggest in the first place. We stand nearly lost as we once were eons ago, and it is my belief that Chief Dravos is what we need to lead us forward. We are to look to the Old World as example for how to do this. The Clans will remain in a limited, if joined capacity. A High Chief will be chosen by this council’s will, and he shall rule in matters of the people.”
A few of the nobles nodded in agreement, one of the less assured speaking up now.
“What do you mean by limited, girl. What right would you strip from the other Clans to hold in Tolvaj’s name?”
She’d raise a hand and gesture to the left side of the building, towards where the Hall of Echoes was located within the city.
“The people shall chose, once I have seen fit to retire. The Deaconcy will stand as the elected office of all Clan members, regardless of Clan. The elected Deacon will handle matters of the State abroad, and have full control of the military at their disposal.” Grumbles were heard around the room, but no major complaint was issued. A hand was raised by Elder Tzu, who’d speak his question before the woman got a chance to acknowledge him
“And what of the Council, Deacon?”
“They will retain their position, elected by the nobility only. Twelve members are to be on the Council. They will judge the laws presented by the High Chief, and if they are not happy with it they may disqualify it from effect. In a similar fashion, the High Chief will serve to judge decrees from the Council, and if he finds it not to be sound, may remove it from effect.”
“And what of you, Deacon. Where does your position lie in all of this?” Elder Tzu asked. The woman turned address him directly, a stern look on her face as she spoke
“The Deacon will be of service to the High Chief and the Council. By right of blood I have a claim to overseeing my father’s legacy. The nation of Valdera will be reborn from the chaos of today, and we will take the destiny the Reclaimer has provided for us.”
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The constitution drafted that day would see Mil’nor reform into the Republic of Valdera, operating under a semi-constitutional monarchy. Old trade deals, treaties and agreements were planned to be absorbed into the nation, with the only change on the documents needed would be the name of the nation.
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Post by Kira on Oct 16, 2022 19:52:21 GMT -5
The third day had brought new beginnings indeed. Most of those who had come from out of town had left to spread the word to their friends and family. While there had been some deaths due to the violence, most of these would be handled during the scene due to the intervention of the Guard. Thus, beyond some word of mouth, the news of violence was mostly overshadowed by the death of the High Chief. The Clans were to be disbanded whole sale, the Council of The Frozen Sun taking command of the government. From their efforts, a new constitution was written, detailing the rights of the Citizen and the duties of the State. The Office of the Deacon was elevated to position of democratically elected executive branch, while the High Chief became rebranded as the High Marshal, standing as final judge and jury elected by the nobles. The Council would remain as the final stand for the aristocracy, who would get the legislative branch as their side of things. With the form of power set, a new name had to be chosen once more. Valdera was chosen, the namesake having been the ancestorial homeland of the Mil'Nor. Newspapers and town speakers would ring the word out soon after of the new government, as the clerks began the tedious process of phasing out the old for the new. The Republic of Valdera had come to fruition.
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