Nazshar
13-12-2004, 22:09
The seventeen members of Parliament and the seventeen Justices of the Protectorate of Nazshar gathered together on this joyful occasion to celebrate the rise of a new type of leader of the Nazsharians. Kneeling infront of them was a single young man, with dark brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes. The Prime Minister took a crown and placed it onto Jeremiah's head. "Today, the man known as Jeremiah Zenth is gone, replaced with the eternal embodiment of our great nation. Now, rise up. Rise up before your people, to govern them with love, honesty, kindness, and above all, to protect them in their times of need. Rise Jeremiah Nazshar!" The crowds around him burst into screaming and cheering as the newly crowned Supreme Ruler of Nazshar stood. Now, Nazshar was his...