Iesus Christi
02-09-2004, 12:48
Today...a day that will live in...honour...
Lavenrunz sinks into chaos and then silence...
Gone is Lavenrunz....gone is SATO...and all that is left is the sound of goosestepping!
HEIL VICTORY!
HEIL GOD!
HEIL THE ETERNAL REICH!
and OOCLY HEIL JO!
OOC: *Sniff* well, it aint over til the fat lady sing. I wont give up hope of her return.
IC:
GOD IS GREAT! Once again the Reich Prevails! Even if proud Lavenrunz many a time tried to walk the honourable true path, they strayed too often to copulate with the elven harlot and her minions. Not to mention punishing a hero such as Count Mirbach. Once again this shows the power of the Reich!
One God!
One people!
One Reich!
Syskeyia
02-09-2004, 15:16
An empty silence followed Ambassador Chunghow as he made his way through Hofburg.
He went, not in a car as usual, but on foot; he wanted to look at the city on his own pace, as he walked through the capital one last time.
He looked at all the buildings: the apartments and commercial buildings, the Baroque landmarks and postmodern skyscrapers, the mundane structures and the great buildings. He saw them all: the Imperial Palace, the Volksraad, everything. The streets were empty, the stores depopulated, and the flower gardens that had once enlivened the city now looked shriveled, forsaken, and bare. The great imperial edifices still kept their majesty, yet now devoid of life.
Finally Joachim reached his destination: The Cathedral of the Archangels. His steps echoed throughout the church as he, a lone man in a building that once held thousands, walked down the nave to one of the side chapels.
He stopped at a tomb. It was long, elongated, and made of marble. Atop the sarcophagus which contained the corpse lie the statue of an noble woman, whose life was young yet whose heart was strong. A woman whose face showed an age of wisdom and maturity, yet whose heart was as fiery as youth. A matron who proved fierce and courageous on the battlefied, yet still maintained the warmth and tenderness of a woman.
This was the tomb of Joanna von Sachshausen, Emperess of Lavenrunz.
The man knelt on one knee, before weeping as he thought of all the great Teutonic Empire had been through. From the days of the Athenys crisis, to the South Atlantic Treaty Organization, to the horrendous reign and thankful overthrow of Mirbach, the Sachshausens' empire had indeed made its mark on the world.
Chunghow placed a single flower on the tomb. It was a doubled-pedaled red hibiscus, the national flower of Syskeyia. He watched as its glorious red petals contrasted with the utter stark whiteness of the empress' final resting place.
I will pray for you, he said as he got up, making his way to the airplane that would take him back home.
I will.
God bless,
The Republic of Syskeyia
Knootoss
02-09-2004, 15:32
;_;
She will be back... I hope.
North Star
03-09-2004, 02:57
o.o.c:"gone but not forgotton"
i.c: "perish all who give no honor to God"