Daikerta
21-01-2005, 19:21
The day had begun simply enough. The sky was blue and clear, and the temperature was mild. The sun glowed beautifully in the heavens. All of the necessities for having a fun day at the local park or lake were there; yet the parks were cleared, the lakes were deserted, the streets bare. Not a soul could be heard within a mile radius. The only place alive in Daikerta today, would be the Imperial Palace.
Before the sun rose, the people could be counted in the hundreds. By noon, they were counted in the ten thousands. All of these citizens of the Grand Empire had arrived at the Palace in Rodya, in front of the venerable Golden Balcony in the Kings Court. The Court had served as the King's and Princes of Daikerta's vocal point to the citizens of Daikerta for centuries. Every generation a new ruler would be crowned, and every year the people gathered at the court. This year was no exception. It was a perfect day to crown a new Grand Prince.
Inside the Throneroom, Alexei paced back and forth nervously. He had been preparing for this very day his entire life. He had been fantasizing about when he would rule throughout his childhood. Now that his time had come to rule the Empire, though, he felt he wasn't ready to undertake the job. There was still so much he could be taught, so many issues he had no idea how to tackle. Churnaev saw the fear within the boy-prince's eyes, and smirked.
"It's time, Alexei." the old general began, slowly rising to his feet from the chair. "You have grown so old, child. I remember, so many years ago, helping the maids babysit you and your cousin here at the Palace. Its been a while since that time, and you have matured into a young man. A man fit enough to rule an Emprie such as this one."
Alexei looked up at Churnaev as he spoke. He too remembered the General back then, during the Great Peace. Alexei smiled. "Thank you, sir, I do indeed think it is time to adress the crowd. They grow restless.." Churnaev put his hand on the shoulder of the Prince, and the two walked out onto the Golden Balcony, waving at the immense crowd below. Alexei tried gathering his thoughts, and began to repeat in his head the Royal Vow all rulers of Daikerta must say by heart at their crowning. As Churnaev hushed the crowd, Alexei cleared his throat and approached the mircrophone.
"In the name of God, the Great, the Mighty, in the name of Marneus, Harvester of Evil, Champion of Light, in the name of the Empire, the grand, the beautiful; I stand here today over my subjects, a man risen..."
'It's happening...finally happening...' Alexei thought to himself, struggling to keep his composure.
"...A man of single mind, a Bringer of Truths, a man blessed by the God-Emperor. I am here today over my subjects, the Grand-Prince of the Empire of Daikerta..."
Alexei paused for a moment to allow the citizens below to cheer and wail for their new leader. By this time the words were just rolling off the tip of his tongue, and Alexei became almost mechanic in his actions.
"..I promise to uphold the strength and defence of the Imperial Legion, to finally end this period of isolationism that has so plagued our venerable island, to open up international ties with the rest of the world, to once again make the name Daikerta a world super-power across the galaxy!"
"I promise to give every child within the Empire the education they deserve, the medical attention they need, the future they are rewarded with. I will not interfere with outside tensions, for the protection of the homeland is necessary. My name, Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, and I stand over my subjects today, Emperor of Daikerta!"
(ooc: A simple announcement to the NS community that Daikerta has risen from the ashes and is now back on the forums. IC or OOC comments welcome.)
Before the sun rose, the people could be counted in the hundreds. By noon, they were counted in the ten thousands. All of these citizens of the Grand Empire had arrived at the Palace in Rodya, in front of the venerable Golden Balcony in the Kings Court. The Court had served as the King's and Princes of Daikerta's vocal point to the citizens of Daikerta for centuries. Every generation a new ruler would be crowned, and every year the people gathered at the court. This year was no exception. It was a perfect day to crown a new Grand Prince.
Inside the Throneroom, Alexei paced back and forth nervously. He had been preparing for this very day his entire life. He had been fantasizing about when he would rule throughout his childhood. Now that his time had come to rule the Empire, though, he felt he wasn't ready to undertake the job. There was still so much he could be taught, so many issues he had no idea how to tackle. Churnaev saw the fear within the boy-prince's eyes, and smirked.
"It's time, Alexei." the old general began, slowly rising to his feet from the chair. "You have grown so old, child. I remember, so many years ago, helping the maids babysit you and your cousin here at the Palace. Its been a while since that time, and you have matured into a young man. A man fit enough to rule an Emprie such as this one."
Alexei looked up at Churnaev as he spoke. He too remembered the General back then, during the Great Peace. Alexei smiled. "Thank you, sir, I do indeed think it is time to adress the crowd. They grow restless.." Churnaev put his hand on the shoulder of the Prince, and the two walked out onto the Golden Balcony, waving at the immense crowd below. Alexei tried gathering his thoughts, and began to repeat in his head the Royal Vow all rulers of Daikerta must say by heart at their crowning. As Churnaev hushed the crowd, Alexei cleared his throat and approached the mircrophone.
"In the name of God, the Great, the Mighty, in the name of Marneus, Harvester of Evil, Champion of Light, in the name of the Empire, the grand, the beautiful; I stand here today over my subjects, a man risen..."
'It's happening...finally happening...' Alexei thought to himself, struggling to keep his composure.
"...A man of single mind, a Bringer of Truths, a man blessed by the God-Emperor. I am here today over my subjects, the Grand-Prince of the Empire of Daikerta..."
Alexei paused for a moment to allow the citizens below to cheer and wail for their new leader. By this time the words were just rolling off the tip of his tongue, and Alexei became almost mechanic in his actions.
"..I promise to uphold the strength and defence of the Imperial Legion, to finally end this period of isolationism that has so plagued our venerable island, to open up international ties with the rest of the world, to once again make the name Daikerta a world super-power across the galaxy!"
"I promise to give every child within the Empire the education they deserve, the medical attention they need, the future they are rewarded with. I will not interfere with outside tensions, for the protection of the homeland is necessary. My name, Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, and I stand over my subjects today, Emperor of Daikerta!"
(ooc: A simple announcement to the NS community that Daikerta has risen from the ashes and is now back on the forums. IC or OOC comments welcome.)