Euroslavia
11-11-2004, 18:23
OOC: Transition to the NS Forum, from II, so go easy on me, hehe.
Comrade Maloney sat in his private office, staring out into the forest nearby. The leaves were falling..nature was dying. There were few animals compared to the amount that he had seen before, in the summer. He felt as if a part of him were dying...but maybe he was right. The last few days, he hadn't felt like himself. It seemed as if he couldn't trust himself anymore, like some sort of demon took hold of his thought process, and was slowly waging war inside him, to defeat him. The Comrade stood up, out of his chair, and began to walk around that palace. He knew, in his heart, that something terrible was going to happen. Something that was out of his control. Just one of those things that you feel inside, that always ends up coming true, one way or another. He took a lot at all of the artwork inside the palace, and suprisingly, he wasn't intrigued by any of it. It seemed as if his artistic sense had died and faded away.
One of the Palace guards had walked up to him, while he was looking at a picture created by Minolet, one of the most famous painters in Euroslavia.
"This painting is amazing in itself, in my opinion. The colors match in a way that I've never seen before."
The Comrade looked away in embarrassment. He didn't know what the guard was talking about. He had lost touch of all of his artistical standpoints. He looked over to the guard, and nodded, but then walked away, back to his room. He began to think the worst. The Comrade felt as if he were going to...die. After the entire revolution he began, to take the throne from the Empress, this was his fate. To die even before Euroslavia's government was recognized, as much as the old regime.
Patrick (his first name) began to think of who would become a worthy successor. There were many options. There was a man named Hawk Nelson, who was rising in the ranks of the military. He was certainly a man to be feared in battle. There was also another man out there, rising as a diplomat. He was cold, but not to the point where apathy was his greatest attribute. Patrick wasn't sure if he wanted such a leader to take the throne. It would potentially lead to Euroslavia in becoming a rogue state. There was one more person who had great potential, in his mind. Her name was Ariss. She was a mix of the two previous 'honorable mentions'. Her military tactics were unheard of, while her diplomatic efforts were exceedingly above average. There was something about her that was different. Like she wasn't from here...at all. Ariss didn't have the typical 'human' tendencies. She wasn't greedy, and she wasn't one to always have her way. She was always willing to compromise.
A meeting would be called forth, to interview all three candidates, to see who would become the successor to the throne of Euroslavia...
Comrade Maloney sat in his private office, staring out into the forest nearby. The leaves were falling..nature was dying. There were few animals compared to the amount that he had seen before, in the summer. He felt as if a part of him were dying...but maybe he was right. The last few days, he hadn't felt like himself. It seemed as if he couldn't trust himself anymore, like some sort of demon took hold of his thought process, and was slowly waging war inside him, to defeat him. The Comrade stood up, out of his chair, and began to walk around that palace. He knew, in his heart, that something terrible was going to happen. Something that was out of his control. Just one of those things that you feel inside, that always ends up coming true, one way or another. He took a lot at all of the artwork inside the palace, and suprisingly, he wasn't intrigued by any of it. It seemed as if his artistic sense had died and faded away.
One of the Palace guards had walked up to him, while he was looking at a picture created by Minolet, one of the most famous painters in Euroslavia.
"This painting is amazing in itself, in my opinion. The colors match in a way that I've never seen before."
The Comrade looked away in embarrassment. He didn't know what the guard was talking about. He had lost touch of all of his artistical standpoints. He looked over to the guard, and nodded, but then walked away, back to his room. He began to think the worst. The Comrade felt as if he were going to...die. After the entire revolution he began, to take the throne from the Empress, this was his fate. To die even before Euroslavia's government was recognized, as much as the old regime.
Patrick (his first name) began to think of who would become a worthy successor. There were many options. There was a man named Hawk Nelson, who was rising in the ranks of the military. He was certainly a man to be feared in battle. There was also another man out there, rising as a diplomat. He was cold, but not to the point where apathy was his greatest attribute. Patrick wasn't sure if he wanted such a leader to take the throne. It would potentially lead to Euroslavia in becoming a rogue state. There was one more person who had great potential, in his mind. Her name was Ariss. She was a mix of the two previous 'honorable mentions'. Her military tactics were unheard of, while her diplomatic efforts were exceedingly above average. There was something about her that was different. Like she wasn't from here...at all. Ariss didn't have the typical 'human' tendencies. She wasn't greedy, and she wasn't one to always have her way. She was always willing to compromise.
A meeting would be called forth, to interview all three candidates, to see who would become the successor to the throne of Euroslavia...