A New and Free Rome
16-11-2004, 06:15
[ooc]This is a first post so bear with me as I try and get this figured out. Hopefully this is an resonable first post
Julyan sat at the council table and watched his emperor brood. The emperor always brooded, it was in his nature. However, the recent UN activity seems to have him more worried than ever, pressure from nations seemed to be mounting as telegram after telegram arrived in Rome that day. Composing appropriate responses seemed to drain him, and the first scribe was surrounded in a multitude of crumpled papers, his pad of paper nearly depleted and his pencil small and sharpened nearly to a stub.
He shook his head, ever since his grace decided to become more active in the world this is what it was like. His grace sat looking over the final document. All members of the council had there eyes locked on him.
A small smile came over his lips, just touching his eyes. “I believe we have a our letter, my friends.”
Julyan couldn’t help sighing with relief, it had been almost 6 hours in the conference room. The scribe nodded and pulling aside a deputy he handed him the paper. Chit chat began to rise among the council as the document was being printed. In five minutes a praetorian returned carrying the document. The scribe placed the emperor’s upon the paper in dark red wax. Then sliding the paper to the Emperor himself, his grace signed in a provided pen. The Emperor spoke again, “Send this to the PRP. A courier please, make it a Patrician with a full escort of 15 praetorians. The move is made now we wait.”
Standing from his seat the Emperor stood and swept from the room leaving councilors trying to stand in respect. After the scraping of chairs ended everyone began to leave heading there own way. Julyan shook his head, and wondered why he ever left the praetorian guard in order to be a politician. He’d never figure out why.
Julyan sat at the council table and watched his emperor brood. The emperor always brooded, it was in his nature. However, the recent UN activity seems to have him more worried than ever, pressure from nations seemed to be mounting as telegram after telegram arrived in Rome that day. Composing appropriate responses seemed to drain him, and the first scribe was surrounded in a multitude of crumpled papers, his pad of paper nearly depleted and his pencil small and sharpened nearly to a stub.
He shook his head, ever since his grace decided to become more active in the world this is what it was like. His grace sat looking over the final document. All members of the council had there eyes locked on him.
A small smile came over his lips, just touching his eyes. “I believe we have a our letter, my friends.”
Julyan couldn’t help sighing with relief, it had been almost 6 hours in the conference room. The scribe nodded and pulling aside a deputy he handed him the paper. Chit chat began to rise among the council as the document was being printed. In five minutes a praetorian returned carrying the document. The scribe placed the emperor’s upon the paper in dark red wax. Then sliding the paper to the Emperor himself, his grace signed in a provided pen. The Emperor spoke again, “Send this to the PRP. A courier please, make it a Patrician with a full escort of 15 praetorians. The move is made now we wait.”
Standing from his seat the Emperor stood and swept from the room leaving councilors trying to stand in respect. After the scraping of chairs ended everyone began to leave heading there own way. Julyan shook his head, and wondered why he ever left the praetorian guard in order to be a politician. He’d never figure out why.