NationStates Jolt Archive


Crown-Prince on the run! (OPEN)

Cyrenthia
04-08-2007, 04:11
July 9 2009
11:53 PM
Cyrenthian Capital

Crown-Prince Erik stumbled out of the pub, following suit was Sergeant Gregory of the Royal Guard. Gregory rushed forward and helped Erik up. Erik was nearly 6' tall, his blonde hair went well with his deep blue eyes (they were glazed over from the alcohol tonight however), he was dressed in civilian clothes; blue jeans and a T-shirt. Gregory was clad in the exact opposite attire; he was in full military dress and kept a close watch on the Crown-Prince's every movement.

"Your Majesty, you've had enough to drink for one night. If your father finds out that you've been drinking again he'll ban you from leaving the Palace!"

Erik looked up at the man who was nearly his own age and grinned.

"Ich bin nicht bereit, nach Hause zu gehen noch! Lässt geht zur Kneipe! Getränke auf mir!" he shouted. Gregory leaned back, the stench of brandy and vodka was heavy on the Prince's breath.

"English please, Your Majesty. I don't speak German." this won him another drunk grin from the Crown-Prince. Erik decided in his clouded mind that he would speak German for the rest of the night, just to irritate his protector.

"Ach, Liebster mich. Es tut ich Leidfeldwebel. Aber ich scheine, wie vergessen zu haben, Englisch zu sprechen!" Erik then burst out laughing. Gregory threw the Crown-Prince's arm over his shoulder and led him to an unmarked sedan. Erik went without resisting, he was very near to collapsing then and there; he had been in the pub for nearly five hours. Gregory close by.

Once Sergeant Gregory had made sure that Erik was secured in the back seat he told the driver to take him directly to the Palace. Once the sedan drove away, Gregory called the Palace Barracks and asked for someone to pick him up.

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Erik was knocked sober almost instantly. The force with which his father back-handed him almost toppled him off his feet. Erik's father looked almost exactly like him, the only difference being the clear signs of a long life on the father.

"You know I forbid you to go out drinking! It's dangerous for you to be off Palace grounds! If you must intoxicate and slowly kill yourself do it within this Palace!" He screamed. His fury was not abated in the least when he saw the long red mark across his sons face.

"I am twenty-fucking-three! You can't keep me here anymore!" Erik yelled back. He was tired of being caged like an animal in his father's Palace.

"I do it for your own protection. When you rule this land do as you wish! But while there is still air in my lungs and blood in my veins you will do as I say!"

"Ich werde Sie ficken!" retorted Erik, another slap in the face was the response he recieved! Erik snapped, he punched his father in the face, bloodying his face. William stumbled back and held his nose, he didn't notice Erik run out of the room.

Soon after William regained his composure he set off to the North Wing, the Crown-Princes quarters. He stood in front of his sons room for several minutes before kicking the door in. Once he located his son he decided he would repay his sons punch in kind. He was five feet away from Erik know, his fury boiling under his skin...

William didn't feel the bullet go into his chest. He didn't feel his heart stop. He didn't know he had died as Erik stood over him staring into his fathers lifeless eyes.

Erik dropped the gun and fell to his knees, tears running freely down his face. He lay his head across his fathers chest.

"No. No. No."

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Erik had left the Palace long before his father's body was discovered. He would be hunted and imprisoned for murdering the Prince of Cyrenthia...

OOC: The basic plot of this RP is that the Crown-Prince has murdered his father and is now hunted by the remainder of the Royal Family. This RP is not set in stone and there are several outcomes possible...

OOC2: Just to be clear, the charactors so far are:

Prince William Niam {deceased}
Crown-Prince Erik Niam
Sergeant of the Royal Guard Gregory Alber

[Rest of the immediate Royal Family]

Princess Allison Niam
Crown-Princess Sarah Niam
Lord Reinsfeld Niam of the Eastern District
Duchess Riana Niam of the Southern District
The Black Agents
04-08-2007, 04:17
tag for later post.
Cyrenthia
04-08-2007, 04:35
"What!" screamed Princess Allison when she recieved word that William was dead. She had been aroused from bed when she heard sreams coming from somewhere in the building. Soon after she was informed that Prince William had been assassinated and Crown-Prince Erik was nowhere to be found. She had quickly changed out of her silk night gown and into something that she could where in public. Her purple robes when reletivly well with here black hair and blue eyes. She was greeted by here frantic daughter Sarah when she entered the luxurious private sitting room of the Royal Family.

"Mother, where is Erik! Where is he?" she asked more than once in a short space of time.

"Ich weiß nicht! Hören Sie auf, um zu fragen, ich weiß ebenso viel, wie Sie Sarah machen." Allison said. She took a seat out a long leather couch, but stood up almost immediatly when a captain of the Royal Guard ran in.

"Your Majesty," he bowed quickly, almost losing his hat, "Erik is not in the Palace. Sergeant Gregorys reported that Erik had been drinking heavily tonight and-" Allison cut him off.

"He's not supposed to leave the Palace, his Father demanded he stay here!"

"I know Your Majesty, but all the same he went to the city and returned intoxicated. Several maids have told us that His Majesty William and Crown Prince Erik fought. They think Erik killed him Your Majesty."

If the news of Williams death hadn't stopped her cold, this news certainly did. She paled, and sank back down onto the couch...

"Captain. Find my son, bring him to me!" Sarah was in tears in a corner on the far side of the room. This was too much for her twelve year old mind to handle...
The Black Agents
04-08-2007, 04:59
OOC: I dont know how much you know of my people so I will propose to you here.. My people are split into two parts the Blackatia Agentie and the Rogutis Agentie. Both sides are skilled Assassins and are excellent hunters. both could find the Prince... but how he would come back depended on how was looking for him. The Blackatia would capture him, the Rogutis would kill him. So if you like one group over the other please pick so I may post soon.
Cyrenthia
04-08-2007, 05:01
OOC: I dont know how much you know of my people so I will propose to you here.. My people are split into two parts the Blackatia Agentie and the Rogutis Agentie. Both sides are skilled Assassins and are excellent hunters. both could find the Prince... but how he would come back depended on how was looking for him. The Blackatia would capture him, the Rogutis would kill him. So if you like one group over the other please pick so I may post soon.

The Blackatia will do fine. I need him captured alive. (Though if you could throw in some plot twists of your own that will give us more to work with.)
Macisikan
04-08-2007, 05:47
Democratic Republic of Jagin, the Covenant, Vårheim

Princess Kylara set her tea down, her face an exercise in confusion. Opposite her, the President of Jagin was directing a similar look to his intelligence director.
"Back up a second. You're telling me that you have it that the ruler of... what was it? Cyrenthia, was killed by his own rígdamna?" she asked Who then pissbolted into the night?"

"As I understand it, Highness, they don't have the concept..." seeing the Princess frown, the director dropped it, "But yes. Yes, that's basically what happened..."

"Mr. President, care to explain why your external security forces are looking at a nation I've never heard of?"

The President frowned.
"Something I look forward to finding out, your Highness," he murmured. The Princess grunted in reply. The intelligence director took that as his cue to continue.

"It's a small nation, highness, very small. I only bring this to your Highness' attention in case this becomes... something more."

Kylara exchanged a glance with the President, then waved to the director.

"Yeah, thanks Keith," the President said. The director scuttled out of the room.

When he had gone the Princess and the President gazed at the report with an air of slight amazement and disbelief.

"Look," the President said, "A visit by someone from the UIK is rare, and a member of the Royal Family is doubly special for us. He's just trying to..."

"Make you look good. I know. Well done ser, your intelligence services are quite something to pick up on this from beyond the Gates," the Princess stood and picked up the dossier, flipping through it. "I'll talk to Ceylon. If this boy tries to flee here, heaven only knows why he ever would, we'll catch him at Arn-Jaf'na."

"Thank you, your Highness."

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OOC: Call this an elaborate tag; but if you want the Prince to lead them on a merry chase across the NS World only to be caught within sight of a safe haven, I'm happy to help out.