Licentium
12-11-2006, 06:35
November 11, 2006
Cantelmium 0800 Hours
It was still early morning when the announcement had been made; the sun had not yet risen in the sky. A single press release from the Cantelmian Palace, and within two hours, an enormous throng had assembled in the Imperial Square. Ten thousand people had swarmed the streets in the early morning of November 11, 2006. Emotions ran high and tense as, around the city, people awaited the voice of their savior. The man who delivered a nation out of hell, and into heaven; and now, he would address the newly forged Empire.
Suddenly, from the front of the crowd a roar rose up, cascading throughout the square. People watching at home moved to the edge of their seats, eager to glimpse their hero. From atop the balcony of the Palace, a man emerged with both hands raised, his head cast upwards towards the rising sun. A crisp white suit hugged his trim physique as he strode out to the edge of the railing, casting his deep green eyes down towards the cameras and the crowds below. His smile widened as he cleared his throat to prepare to speak.
“Sons and Daughters of Licentium, today marks the first of a new beginning! After nearly a decade of Civil War, we have risen from the ashes of corruption, abuse and evil to new heights of glory. No more will we see the days of strife and horror; those days are long behind us. We have taken a step forward. Together we have picked up the pieces of a shattered Republic and forged and Empire!”
Applause erupted from the crowd as the Emperor raised his hands again, quieting the roaring audience.
“Today, marks such achievements with a bold and proud statement. Today, we have harvested the efforts of the greatest minds in our Empire and the bounty is great. As a tribute to you, my loyal sons and daughters, I extend the mantle of rule out to the people. To rule alongside in our grand and victorious Empire; its future to be fostered and forged through our cooperation; that is my gift to you. With our new Constitution, ratified this very morning, we will emerge a strong and noble state; together the voice of the people, with the voice of your Emperor!”
Again the crowds burst out into cheers. Tears of joy and cries of adoration abound as the young sovereign stood, beaming out towards the masses. A momentous day, the young man who, not yet in his twenties seized the ship of state from a corrupt and abusive republic; now extended his hand in friendship and cooperation to his people. And they loved him for it. Here was the man, who gave them hope where they had none. He gave them life when they had a world of death. He was their purpose; he was their hero; he was their savior. And for him they wept tears of joy.
He waved his hands again, the crisp cuffs of his suit cutting through the morning light. His smile flashed again and his eyes embraced the people below, his people. As the masses died down, he spoke again.
“We must realize that today is the first of a long journey. We will face hardships, violence and opposition in our world. But we must stand together, on the threshold of our new dawn and prepare to face adversity. But there will be opportunities on that horizon, new allies and new frontiers. I extend my hand outwards to those who wish to those who would be our friends. Together we will build a new world, and the glory of our Empire will endure in the hearts and minds of millions. It begins today. Together, we stand. And never will we fall!”
With those final words, the Emperor cast his arms out towards his people warming them in the light of his smile as a father to his children. The throng went wild with cheers and applause as he stood, casting one more glance towards his people as the light finished filling the square. He turned returning into the Cantelmian Palace, leaving the people to their cheers, and their “new day.”
Cantelmium 0800 Hours
It was still early morning when the announcement had been made; the sun had not yet risen in the sky. A single press release from the Cantelmian Palace, and within two hours, an enormous throng had assembled in the Imperial Square. Ten thousand people had swarmed the streets in the early morning of November 11, 2006. Emotions ran high and tense as, around the city, people awaited the voice of their savior. The man who delivered a nation out of hell, and into heaven; and now, he would address the newly forged Empire.
Suddenly, from the front of the crowd a roar rose up, cascading throughout the square. People watching at home moved to the edge of their seats, eager to glimpse their hero. From atop the balcony of the Palace, a man emerged with both hands raised, his head cast upwards towards the rising sun. A crisp white suit hugged his trim physique as he strode out to the edge of the railing, casting his deep green eyes down towards the cameras and the crowds below. His smile widened as he cleared his throat to prepare to speak.
“Sons and Daughters of Licentium, today marks the first of a new beginning! After nearly a decade of Civil War, we have risen from the ashes of corruption, abuse and evil to new heights of glory. No more will we see the days of strife and horror; those days are long behind us. We have taken a step forward. Together we have picked up the pieces of a shattered Republic and forged and Empire!”
Applause erupted from the crowd as the Emperor raised his hands again, quieting the roaring audience.
“Today, marks such achievements with a bold and proud statement. Today, we have harvested the efforts of the greatest minds in our Empire and the bounty is great. As a tribute to you, my loyal sons and daughters, I extend the mantle of rule out to the people. To rule alongside in our grand and victorious Empire; its future to be fostered and forged through our cooperation; that is my gift to you. With our new Constitution, ratified this very morning, we will emerge a strong and noble state; together the voice of the people, with the voice of your Emperor!”
Again the crowds burst out into cheers. Tears of joy and cries of adoration abound as the young sovereign stood, beaming out towards the masses. A momentous day, the young man who, not yet in his twenties seized the ship of state from a corrupt and abusive republic; now extended his hand in friendship and cooperation to his people. And they loved him for it. Here was the man, who gave them hope where they had none. He gave them life when they had a world of death. He was their purpose; he was their hero; he was their savior. And for him they wept tears of joy.
He waved his hands again, the crisp cuffs of his suit cutting through the morning light. His smile flashed again and his eyes embraced the people below, his people. As the masses died down, he spoke again.
“We must realize that today is the first of a long journey. We will face hardships, violence and opposition in our world. But we must stand together, on the threshold of our new dawn and prepare to face adversity. But there will be opportunities on that horizon, new allies and new frontiers. I extend my hand outwards to those who wish to those who would be our friends. Together we will build a new world, and the glory of our Empire will endure in the hearts and minds of millions. It begins today. Together, we stand. And never will we fall!”
With those final words, the Emperor cast his arms out towards his people warming them in the light of his smile as a father to his children. The throng went wild with cheers and applause as he stood, casting one more glance towards his people as the light finished filling the square. He turned returning into the Cantelmian Palace, leaving the people to their cheers, and their “new day.”