imported_Cspalla
16-12-2003, 03:21
A cold wind whistles over Cspallan Armed Forces Cemetery, causing ripples in the snow laying on the fields. The overcast sky seems a prefect backdrop, as if the planet itself mourns the passing of the man being put to rest here. The maple coffin is a beautiful sight, crafted by hand by the planet's greatest artisans to form one man's final resting chamber. Behind metal gates, thousands of Cspallan citizens stand, all in formal black mourning cloaks to pay final respects. Off to one side is a gallery of seats for VIPs to do the same. All watch in silence as the coffin is lowered in to the grave as the Cspallan Armed Forces Orchestra plays the Cspallan Armed Forces Anthem (http://www.bethsoft.com/downloads/music/mw_battle1.mp3) in a last tribute to their commander.
All the words having been said, Grand Overlord Robert Fyre looks on in silence as the body of High General Michael James Thompson, his long time friend and commander of the CAF, is lowered in to the crust of this planet called Cspalla, a place that would be far less if not for him. Its amazing, he thinks, We can use anti-aging technology, even clone a man and transfer his mind, and yet nature can still claim us. A brain tumor. It was just wrong, wrong for an accomplished military man, a great commander of men, to be taken by such a simple, common aliment.
As the anthem fades away and the body finishes its final journey, the Grand Overlord strides out on to the stage set before the grave. "My people, we have already heard many accounts of this beloved man and his great deeds, so I shall say no more of that. The time has come to move on."
As he says this, he lets his long black cloak fall to the ground, revealing a full military dress uniform, in his supreme rank of Superior General. "As is our ancient custom, the new High Commander of the Armed Forces and Chief Military Officer shall be elevated now, as the former has been put to rest. General Tinmar Ko'lan, step forward."
Gasps ring out across the gathered throngs as the name echoes over the sprawling fields. The named man, with only a slight moment of hesitation, walks onto the stage in a prefect military manner. He is a tall, slender man, with startlingly silver hair. But the hair is hardly what has startled the assembled masses. It is his species that holds that honor. The named man is an Elf.
"General Ko'lan, in your years of service to the Cspallan Armed Forces, you have completed every duty given to you with unsurpassed dignity and skill. Your performance is far beyond that which can be expected of any solider. It for these reasons, as well as countless others that I, Superior General Robert Fyre, do elevate you, General Tinmar Ko'lan, to the rank of High General, and bestow upon you the positions of Commander of the Cspallan Armed Forces and Chief Military Officer of the Grand Dominion of Cspalla. Come forth and receive your honors."
The Grand Overlord turns towards the man, who steps towards him. Fyre reaches into his pocket and withdraws the markers of rank and position. He reaches out, removes the one's currently there, and places on the new ones. Saluting, he says the formal entreaty of such occasions: "High General, your troops await you."
A sharp clang sounds from the area of the crowd reserved for military officer when they, as one, stomp their right feet and yell their formal entreaty: "High General, we await you!"
Well, Robert, you have just placed an Elf in command of one of the galaxy's most powerful militaries. What happens now?
OOC-Have fun with this one. Maybe give your responce to the news, that sort of thing. Thanks to Elder Scrolls 3: Morrowind for have battle music that makes a cool anthem for armed services.
All the words having been said, Grand Overlord Robert Fyre looks on in silence as the body of High General Michael James Thompson, his long time friend and commander of the CAF, is lowered in to the crust of this planet called Cspalla, a place that would be far less if not for him. Its amazing, he thinks, We can use anti-aging technology, even clone a man and transfer his mind, and yet nature can still claim us. A brain tumor. It was just wrong, wrong for an accomplished military man, a great commander of men, to be taken by such a simple, common aliment.
As the anthem fades away and the body finishes its final journey, the Grand Overlord strides out on to the stage set before the grave. "My people, we have already heard many accounts of this beloved man and his great deeds, so I shall say no more of that. The time has come to move on."
As he says this, he lets his long black cloak fall to the ground, revealing a full military dress uniform, in his supreme rank of Superior General. "As is our ancient custom, the new High Commander of the Armed Forces and Chief Military Officer shall be elevated now, as the former has been put to rest. General Tinmar Ko'lan, step forward."
Gasps ring out across the gathered throngs as the name echoes over the sprawling fields. The named man, with only a slight moment of hesitation, walks onto the stage in a prefect military manner. He is a tall, slender man, with startlingly silver hair. But the hair is hardly what has startled the assembled masses. It is his species that holds that honor. The named man is an Elf.
"General Ko'lan, in your years of service to the Cspallan Armed Forces, you have completed every duty given to you with unsurpassed dignity and skill. Your performance is far beyond that which can be expected of any solider. It for these reasons, as well as countless others that I, Superior General Robert Fyre, do elevate you, General Tinmar Ko'lan, to the rank of High General, and bestow upon you the positions of Commander of the Cspallan Armed Forces and Chief Military Officer of the Grand Dominion of Cspalla. Come forth and receive your honors."
The Grand Overlord turns towards the man, who steps towards him. Fyre reaches into his pocket and withdraws the markers of rank and position. He reaches out, removes the one's currently there, and places on the new ones. Saluting, he says the formal entreaty of such occasions: "High General, your troops await you."
A sharp clang sounds from the area of the crowd reserved for military officer when they, as one, stomp their right feet and yell their formal entreaty: "High General, we await you!"
Well, Robert, you have just placed an Elf in command of one of the galaxy's most powerful militaries. What happens now?
OOC-Have fun with this one. Maybe give your responce to the news, that sort of thing. Thanks to Elder Scrolls 3: Morrowind for have battle music that makes a cool anthem for armed services.