NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I miss Pantera and AMF. I miss good RP's so Im writing this RP in an IC sorta way too express the feeling of loss. Unfortunately, I cant seem too get rid of Edmund Dantes....so he continues for one more thread. Ah, I like Edmund. But I may change his Charcter a bit.

EDIT- THis is now a look into the Mind of Edmund...no Hijacking, this is a personal Journal! There is no Spying or sattelites or any of that goddmodding crap.

IC:

Edmund Dantes, Executor of the Imperial Republic of Tersanctus awoke in his bedroom, next too him lay his fiancee, Alyssa Drake. There was the dull tick-tock of his clock, as he looked lovingly upon his loves face, her Red hair spread out across her grey silken pillow, accented by the morning light.

Normally he would caress her chek, and kiss her good morning. But not this morning. He needed too be alone.

He walked over too the dresser and put on a white bathrobe. He grabbed a ciggarette and lit one as he walked out onto the veranda. He quietly closed the glass door behind him ans sighed as he blew out a stream of smoke, turning into a light blue- white color in the sun, he gazed as the sun accented the early morning clouds.

Bastien, Damien. You were two of the most feared Warriors throughout these lands. Those who knew you, loved you. You were honorable to no end. And now...Gone. AMF is in a state of eternal peace. And Pantera...who knows? This world will not be the same without you, and the craven cowards seem grow each day. These petty nations of man, I could crush beneath my heel, how like gawdy pebbles beneath my boot are they.

He sighed again.

I too am growing tired. The world is changing. And I may not be going along with it. Am I too an Old Guard? Will I be the last of my kind? Will these New Nations with Poulations smaller than my Military continue too grow? Oh, Kungshao....guide me..for I know not what too do...

Perhaps I am not the last of the old, but rather....the first of the new. Edmund thought too himself.

There are so many nations out there like I, we have but too find one another...I dream of a great alliance. One that could overshadow the great behemoths of the past. But with an internal structre that would somehow allow it too survive....nay, tis foolish too beleive that. Empires crumble...pure and simple.

Edmund returned home from Four Cities plaza, this latest fiasco weighed heavily upon him.

He shuffled up his stairs in the Office of the Executor, the large Palace that housed the Executive Branch of the Tersanctan Government, of which he was Executor.

He went too his desk, and pulled out a Leather Book, and a bottle of Hennessy.

He lit up a ciggarette, and began writing.

I failed in yet another aspect of progressing my nation, ICEP failed, as there was too much political play going around. As I see it the Senate hearings were not without merit, I have spent too much time worrying of other Nations games. No longer. I have decided too pull out of any political involvements with other natons save that of Drakonia. I feel that I need to speak too Augustus of this. Praetor Drake of Drakonia is my closest friend, save Alyssa, my beloved.

Tersanctus needs me now more than ever. It is time I pulled back and focused upon her, and my people.

Alyssa Dantes, his newly wedded wife came into the room in her Templar Uniform, recently coming off her shift.

He turned, and the two looked at one another, his eyes tired, hers sympathetic.

"Well, I heard about ICEP....cant win them all, sweetie." she said.

He got up and smiled. He walked towards her as though he had a million pounds on his back.

He fell into her arms, and the both of them started laughing.

He groaned, and both of them fell back into their bed.

"Awww...poor baby!" She said stroking his hair.

He felt comforted by the action, and fell asleep in her arms.