NationStates Jolt Archive

The people of Thirdeye have seen an annexation, a new culture arise, and vast improvement, but it is now time for another bend in thier history, the hand-off of power. The Reavers have found it through thier wisdom to allow a self governing body in the kingdon of Thirdeye. And the day has dawned, the kingdom will soon take thier first step into a new era.


Lord Arys Oakheart was a nobleborn man who during the Reavers' reign served in the regional Army and become well known and liked in the country. The priests of the ThirdEye were looked upon as unfit rulers and most of the public didnt think religious leaders should mix with politics. Oakheart was a leading advocate for the separation of church and state. He was a firm follower of Wotan, he did not feel that the teachings of Wotan and the Governing of the people should be mixed.

So there Oakheart stood, full honor dress uniform, newly designed. The country had begun many changes in anticipation for the new rule. The ceremony was to begin when the Lord Reaver arrived from Pantera Thoughts raced through the Lord's mind, "I am going to be emporer" was the most of them

Though Dayne the Evenstar had served as Lord Regent of ThirdEye, his power was derived from the Lord Reaver, and it was thus that Bastien the Bronze made his way to ThirdEye.

The Crimson Priests had done thier best to reign with justice and strength, but thier hearts and sould belonged to Wotan, and as such ruled with brute force. Popular discontent had been rising, and this Lord Oakheart had been a shining figure amid the broiling discontent. He had been Dayne's choice, approved by Bastien himself. Though, Bastien knew it was only ceremony. If the man had wanted, power could have been siezed and the Reavers would have been ill suited to put down a rebellion with world affairs as they were.

So, Bastien had assented and agreed to grant ThirdEye it's independence. Few conditions had been offered, but one is Menelmacari interests to remain unaltered, and that ThirEye formally aknowledge and pay homage to the Lord Reaver.

As the great jet begins its descent, Bastien clears his throat roughly and prepares for the days festivities.

The Airstrip was to be the initial meeting place of the Leaders, from there they were to proceede by motorcade to the Capital Building steps for the official presentation.

Guards were everywhere, Panteran and ThirdEye warriors in dress uniform all around the airstrip, the route of the motorcade, and the capital building. And numerous plain-clothes operatives were also positioned, this was to go off without a hitch. Fighters were flying sweeps over the areas and people had to go through checkpoints every block.

Lord Arys Oakheart stood with his staff waiting to greet the Lord Reaver.

As the great crimson hulled jet sat gently down on the runway, Bastien finished the last of his brandy and got to his feet. Swinging his fabled shadowskin cloak about his shoulders, he maks his way to the door ad gestures curtly to an aid who throws open the hatch.

Stepping out into the bright sun of ThirdEye and casting his purple eyes over the landing-strip, the Lord Reaver nods slowly, taking in the scene slowly. Noting a few in the crowd who had the look of military, he gestured behind him and three massive Reavers emerge, clad in plain grey plate-mail and armed with semi-automatic rifles.

Thier Lord's mail is shining silver and burnished, gold, making him shine beneath the lush black and white stripes of his shadowskin cloak. Making his way down the steps, Bastien inclines his head to Oakheart and speaks, loud enough for all to hear,"A great day this is. For Pantera, and for ThirdEye. Lord Arys, your nation awaits."

Lord Oakheart strode to meet the Lord Reaver with his officers and guard with him. He put out his hand in a guesture of welcome, the others stood at attention

"It is an honnor to meet you at last my lord. With your blessing I hope I can govern this nation with half the wisdom and greatness you have my lord. Please follow me, the cars await" Oakheart gestured to the Limousines waiting.

{{OOC: As this shouldn't be a momentous RP for anyone but Pantera and ThirdEye, I'm going to take a bit of liberty and 'tweak' the timeline here for the coninuity of other scenarios. I need Bastien in Pantera. This will take place on a day some two-three weeks before the 'Conference' held by the Vortex Conference concerning the AMF/EOTED conflict.}}

IC: Bastien raises a fist to the crowds and smiles as they cheer before ducking into the limousine and waiting Lord Arys. his smile was grim as he eyed the man thoughtfully.

The great Reaver is a formiddable sight. Almost a full seven feet tall and muscled like a god, he carries himself with the easy grace of a warrior. Wrapped in his shadowskin cloak, with the glint of steel peeking from under it, he is quite the handsome and intimidating figure.

"So, Lord Oakheart, we meet. It is my hope that the Evenstar chose well, in you. Tell me now, what will your plans for the nation be once independance is achieved?"

OOC: okay lets speed this up then

IC: "oh yes my lord. As you have seen, I am a strong advocate for the separation of church and state. I am in fact a follower of Wotan but i do not belive that Wotan should dictate our governing laws, furthermore athiesm is on the rise and I do not want non belivers to be governed by something they dont belive in spiritually. I plan on leading the Trinese to an Imperial power to promote peace but be ever ready to quash the hordes of evil."

Nodding his head in agreement as the car approached the amphitheater where he would turn the government over, Bastien nodded his agreement. Clearing his throat he says,"Aye, it is good to hear, Oakheart. I will remind you that evermore you will aknowledge Pantera as your patron, and myself as Lord Protector of ThirdEye. This is an empty title, in truth. I will wield no power in your nation, save in time of Blood Feud. In the event of Blood Feud those of your nation an military who wish to join the Reavers will do so, free of interference."

Gauging the man's reaction, Bastien motions outside to the grounds as the car pulls to a stop,"If there is no problem, let us get on with it. I have pressing business in Pantera."

*walks in, looks arround, then pulls out a yellow sticky note saying "TAG!" sticks it, and hauls @$$ outta there*

The two men strode up the back entrence to the stage, the guard of both nations close in all around them. The walked on to the stage as the crowd hushed, the Trinese had an amazing ability to be silent and respectul during public events. As they stood in center stage, both men stood looking over the nearly millions of people viewing the historical day. OakHeart steped aside as The Lord Reaver took the Podium, the day was upon them

The wind rippled the flowing shadowskin cloak hanging from Bastien's shoulders as he looked out across the assembled mass of the Trinese. For a long, silent moment he said nothing. The afternoon sunlight glinting in his purple eyes, he finally spoke, his deep voice resonating across the amphitheater,"Fair people of ThirdEye, the past years have seen much change in your nation. The coming of the Reavers and the liberation of ThirdEye from the High Chancellor heralded a new day, and a fine day it has been. I am the Lord Reaver, and under my rule you have prospered'

"We are gathered here to celebrate the Dawn of yet another day in the history of ThirdEye. When my Reavers came to these shores it was not to conquer, but to liberate. Since our coming your economy has boomed, your people have thrived, and peace has reigned throughout ThirdEye. I feel that I have accomplished my goal of liberation, but now I shall step down and allow another to reign in my name.'

"This man is one of virtue, strength, and great honor. I trust this man to carry the burden of leadership well, and I knwo he shall not disappoint me. This man's name is Lord Arys Oakheart, and he will soon be Emporer of ThirdEye."

Gesturing curtly, Bastien nods to Arys as a squire rushes out with an ornate silver longsword. As Oakheart knees before him, Bastien pulls the sheath from the blade and holds it high over his head. Bringing it down lightly and touching the man on the shoulder, he speaks once more,"It is my decree that this man be lifted from his station. To rule in good faith, with a gentle hand upon those who he would rule, and an iron fist upon those who would challenge him. Honored by the House of Reaver Lords, and beneath the sight of Valhalla and its heroes, I bid you now, arise, Emporer Arys Oakheart. Arise and be welcomed by your people."

As the Lord Reavers words die, a mighty roar erupt from the crowd, thier previous silence shattered.

The cheering continued as Oakheart rose as Emporer, he stood over looking his new people. The people of the Empire. He moved to the Podium.

"Thank you Lord Reaver, the patronage of the Panterans and the House of Reaver Lords shall for ever be honnored. For this great Empire that we have now, would not be one millionth as great as it is before you today.

But now I ask you, the people of the new empire. Look around at your neighbors, look at your brothers, look into yourselves. And there it will be that you will find the Empire, not only with me and the Reaver Lords, but with You too. Our empire will be great, I promise you that, but even an Emporer can only do so much. So it falls to you, you all are the final piece of the puzzle, you are essential to completed the empire, and you in turn make what the empire is. So help make it one worthy of Wotan. Make it one of Might, Knowledge, Power, Strength, Justice, and help us free the opressed, and rend the opressors from thier evil existance. I have just been given one of the greatest challanges a man can get, so in turn I lay a challange on the shoulders of you the people, help me make this empire what it can be, all those things I mentioned, the Empire can, should and Will be. As the Trinesee, together we shall sail the waters of war, but ever hope for peace."

Again the ground erupted in cheers, the 2 Lords walked off the stage, both to attend to the seemingly endless mountains of business that they are needed to complete, the Empire was now to see if it can handle it