Dostanuot Loj
05-06-2007, 01:36
Uruk, 3:45am local time
Consciousness slowly returned now with the shaking and all the noise. It seemed like it had only been a few minutes since she had fallen asleep and her head hurt. She began to slowly open her eyes, but shut them quickly as the light was blinding, artificial light from the lamp not sunlight, it couldn't be sunlight, it was barely four in the morning. Then slowly she realized someone was talking to her.
"Lushar, wake up it's urgent." Came the soft voice of whoever was shaking her awake. She rolled over, shielding her eyes as she opened them to look at whoever this was. It took her a moment to get her bearings, she had barely had any sleep and was a little disoriented.
"Lushar, up now. The Civil Senate needs you." She heard as the woman she now recognized as her aid began pulling the covers off her. She slowly sat up, shaking her head to wake herself up.
"What is it they need at this hour?" Boomed her voice finally, creaking with the dryness that this cold she had suffered for three days had brought in, her aid quickly handed her a glass of water.
"Lushar Inarunikia, the Civil Senate requires your attendance to a matter of much importance to the nation. Please ready yourself as quick as possible." A new voice, this one from a young man over by the door, a Senator most likely. Harshly she responded to him, "What could the Senate need from me that could not wait until tomorrow? Do they not know I have not been feeling well this week?"
The man staggered slightly as he began to articulate his response, no sounds yet coming from his mouth. He paused, took a deep breath, and responded. "The Civil Senate apologists for this Lushar, but this is a matter of national urgency, and we require the Dictorial Officers for a meeting, yourself included. I will leave you to dress, my car is waiting out front with a light breakfast to get you going."
She snorted at him, not completely intentionally as her nose was beginning to stuff up again, but he got the message, she was not pleased. As he turned to leave the aid closed the door, moving across the room to bring her uniform.
"What's going on Ia?" She asked, looking at her aid as she began to stand to get dressed.
"She's dead Lushar, dead." The response was a little unnerving, almost a little in shock. So she returned the obvious question, "Who's dead Ia?"
Her aid simple looked right at her, handing her a shirt, "The Dictator, Ridingir Puabi Ninatuma, she's dead."
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Counsel Chambers, Civil Senate Assembly, Uruk, 5:20am local time
The room was packed, the entire Civil Senate had assembled, along with the members of the Office of the Dictator. Here in one room was the majority of the Sumerian government, convened before even the sun had risen. If the rumors were true, then there would be much work to be done, much change. The crowds of people, many still waking up, waited eagerly for something to happen.
Quietly, from the sidelines, an old man in a white coat walked towards the center podium. He looked old and frail, but experienced. The man was followed by two others in white coats, a young man and a young woman, each carrying a folder. He was met at the podium by Erim Tabni, the aid to the dictator. Tabni quietly talked with the man momentarily before letting him step back and take a seat. She looked at him momentarily then turned to face the people who waited eagerly to understand what was going on. "Doctor Ekur here, "She spoke, motioning to the old man she had just talked with, "informs me that due to complications of the heart, at 2:56am this morning Puabi Ninatuma has passed away." She paused, looking over the crowd, With many of the officers that outranked her, and the Senators who employed her looking on, she could feel the weight of burden on her almost as much as she could feel the shock that now permeated the room. She took a deep breath, her voice staggering slightly as she continued. "As her aid and friend through her time in office I am obliged to inform you personally of this tragic event. With the approval of the Senate, I would like the honor of ordering the burial rites. The burden of governing now lies on you. With the tragedy in mind it is my hope that we can move quickly to what is needed of us, to continue the legacy of this great nation. It was the wishes of all the Dictators before, all the rulers of the land, that we continue the doctrine set forth by Lugalzagesi, the first Dictator. The house of Ninatuma has lost a great member today, let us pray that Ereshkigal will welcome her with honor, that her deeds in life go before her in Irkalla. Let us now empty the wells of the land, empty the deep wells of the land, and submit ourselves to the gods, their guidance and counsel."
Tabni stopped, now almost in tares as she finished the mostly ceremonial declaration. She turned, walking from the stage. The Senators now had a job to do, they now had to choose the next Dictator. They would be working hard, she however would move to the final part of her job as aid to the Dictator, she would prepare the funeral rites and inform the press of the tragedy. She would help the nation transition.
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Ridingir Puabi Ninatuma, 372nd Dictator of Sumer Passes Away
Early this morning Puabi Ninatuma, Ridingir of Inanna's Temple Guard, and Dictator of Sumer, passed away. The doctor who proclaimed Ridingir Ninatuma this morning will be releasing her medical files later this week, with her briefly mentioned cause of death as heart failure. The seventy year old grandmother and servant to the people will be sorely missed. Her burial rites are being prepared now, and for the rest of the week the central temple in Uruk will be mourning for her, open to all. This is truly a tragedy for our great nation.
- Sumerian National Press
Consciousness slowly returned now with the shaking and all the noise. It seemed like it had only been a few minutes since she had fallen asleep and her head hurt. She began to slowly open her eyes, but shut them quickly as the light was blinding, artificial light from the lamp not sunlight, it couldn't be sunlight, it was barely four in the morning. Then slowly she realized someone was talking to her.
"Lushar, wake up it's urgent." Came the soft voice of whoever was shaking her awake. She rolled over, shielding her eyes as she opened them to look at whoever this was. It took her a moment to get her bearings, she had barely had any sleep and was a little disoriented.
"Lushar, up now. The Civil Senate needs you." She heard as the woman she now recognized as her aid began pulling the covers off her. She slowly sat up, shaking her head to wake herself up.
"What is it they need at this hour?" Boomed her voice finally, creaking with the dryness that this cold she had suffered for three days had brought in, her aid quickly handed her a glass of water.
"Lushar Inarunikia, the Civil Senate requires your attendance to a matter of much importance to the nation. Please ready yourself as quick as possible." A new voice, this one from a young man over by the door, a Senator most likely. Harshly she responded to him, "What could the Senate need from me that could not wait until tomorrow? Do they not know I have not been feeling well this week?"
The man staggered slightly as he began to articulate his response, no sounds yet coming from his mouth. He paused, took a deep breath, and responded. "The Civil Senate apologists for this Lushar, but this is a matter of national urgency, and we require the Dictorial Officers for a meeting, yourself included. I will leave you to dress, my car is waiting out front with a light breakfast to get you going."
She snorted at him, not completely intentionally as her nose was beginning to stuff up again, but he got the message, she was not pleased. As he turned to leave the aid closed the door, moving across the room to bring her uniform.
"What's going on Ia?" She asked, looking at her aid as she began to stand to get dressed.
"She's dead Lushar, dead." The response was a little unnerving, almost a little in shock. So she returned the obvious question, "Who's dead Ia?"
Her aid simple looked right at her, handing her a shirt, "The Dictator, Ridingir Puabi Ninatuma, she's dead."
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Counsel Chambers, Civil Senate Assembly, Uruk, 5:20am local time
The room was packed, the entire Civil Senate had assembled, along with the members of the Office of the Dictator. Here in one room was the majority of the Sumerian government, convened before even the sun had risen. If the rumors were true, then there would be much work to be done, much change. The crowds of people, many still waking up, waited eagerly for something to happen.
Quietly, from the sidelines, an old man in a white coat walked towards the center podium. He looked old and frail, but experienced. The man was followed by two others in white coats, a young man and a young woman, each carrying a folder. He was met at the podium by Erim Tabni, the aid to the dictator. Tabni quietly talked with the man momentarily before letting him step back and take a seat. She looked at him momentarily then turned to face the people who waited eagerly to understand what was going on. "Doctor Ekur here, "She spoke, motioning to the old man she had just talked with, "informs me that due to complications of the heart, at 2:56am this morning Puabi Ninatuma has passed away." She paused, looking over the crowd, With many of the officers that outranked her, and the Senators who employed her looking on, she could feel the weight of burden on her almost as much as she could feel the shock that now permeated the room. She took a deep breath, her voice staggering slightly as she continued. "As her aid and friend through her time in office I am obliged to inform you personally of this tragic event. With the approval of the Senate, I would like the honor of ordering the burial rites. The burden of governing now lies on you. With the tragedy in mind it is my hope that we can move quickly to what is needed of us, to continue the legacy of this great nation. It was the wishes of all the Dictators before, all the rulers of the land, that we continue the doctrine set forth by Lugalzagesi, the first Dictator. The house of Ninatuma has lost a great member today, let us pray that Ereshkigal will welcome her with honor, that her deeds in life go before her in Irkalla. Let us now empty the wells of the land, empty the deep wells of the land, and submit ourselves to the gods, their guidance and counsel."
Tabni stopped, now almost in tares as she finished the mostly ceremonial declaration. She turned, walking from the stage. The Senators now had a job to do, they now had to choose the next Dictator. They would be working hard, she however would move to the final part of her job as aid to the Dictator, she would prepare the funeral rites and inform the press of the tragedy. She would help the nation transition.
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Ridingir Puabi Ninatuma, 372nd Dictator of Sumer Passes Away
Early this morning Puabi Ninatuma, Ridingir of Inanna's Temple Guard, and Dictator of Sumer, passed away. The doctor who proclaimed Ridingir Ninatuma this morning will be releasing her medical files later this week, with her briefly mentioned cause of death as heart failure. The seventy year old grandmother and servant to the people will be sorely missed. Her burial rites are being prepared now, and for the rest of the week the central temple in Uruk will be mourning for her, open to all. This is truly a tragedy for our great nation.
- Sumerian National Press