Delkor
03-01-2008, 16:31
As a light was fell over the city, he shivered in the cold and walked up to
stand before the crowd. They were gathered in front of the citidel,
waiting to here his words. He looked out among them, afraid of speaking
what must be said. Finally, he cleared his throat and began the dreaded
speach. "People of Delkor! I come before you with the saddest of news.
Tirus, High King of Delkor, has died..." He broke off at this point to
wipe a tear from his face, while soft cries came from the surprised crowd.
He looked up again, into the TV camera positioned behind the crowd. "Two
hours ago, the King was found in his bed. He died from heart failior, a
condition he had been battling for over three years. Per his request, it
was kept from the public, as my uncle did not want to cause any alarm." He
turned to face to his right, looking toward a stone path that lead from the
citidel to a cave in the mountain. "His body has already been placed into
the Tomb of the Kings, and visitations will begin shortly." Facing the
crowd, he looked into the eyes of those before him. "I grieve with all of
you. Tirus brought this kingdom into the modern age, bringing new growth
and wealth to build us into a strong nation. He will be deeply missed."
Now, the young man, only 21 years of age, stood tall and right into the
camera. "Now, I must honor the traditions of our people. At birth, my
Uncle named me his heir, to rule in his stead. I now claim that
inheritance. I am Tironus, heir of Tirus, and new High King Of Delkor!"
The crowd began to aplawd, but it was soft, lacking spirit. "I do not
claim the thrown with happiness. My Uncle was one of our greatest leaders,
popular and strong. I can never replace him, only try to uphold his
ideals. As my first act as High King, I declare a day of mourning, with a
public service to be held at noon. Be strong, my people. We will
prevail!" With that, he turned and walked back into the palace. People
cleared his path, leaving the new High King to his own thoughts...
Another man stood off to the side of the citidel entrance, arms folded,
watching the speach. "Good..." he muttered to himself, "the young man
knows how to speek to the people. Perhaps Tirus was right to name him the
heir..." He watched the crowd as they ealked to the stairs leading back
down into the city. "Rest easy, old friend. I will watch after your
nephew. He will make a fine King." He turned and headed into the palace,
and saw Tironus standing before the throne. "Take it," he said, "It is
yours now."
The young King turned at the sound, "I know," he replied, "still it fills
me with grief. But I know my duty." He turned, stood tall, marched up the
steps, and sat into the chair. "I am ready," he proclaimed...
(OOC: sorry for the long silence. Between work and my crappy laptop, it's
been hard to get on here. This is my 'return', I guess. Oh, and I'm
assuming that the TV broadcast was picked up by anyone...)
stand before the crowd. They were gathered in front of the citidel,
waiting to here his words. He looked out among them, afraid of speaking
what must be said. Finally, he cleared his throat and began the dreaded
speach. "People of Delkor! I come before you with the saddest of news.
Tirus, High King of Delkor, has died..." He broke off at this point to
wipe a tear from his face, while soft cries came from the surprised crowd.
He looked up again, into the TV camera positioned behind the crowd. "Two
hours ago, the King was found in his bed. He died from heart failior, a
condition he had been battling for over three years. Per his request, it
was kept from the public, as my uncle did not want to cause any alarm." He
turned to face to his right, looking toward a stone path that lead from the
citidel to a cave in the mountain. "His body has already been placed into
the Tomb of the Kings, and visitations will begin shortly." Facing the
crowd, he looked into the eyes of those before him. "I grieve with all of
you. Tirus brought this kingdom into the modern age, bringing new growth
and wealth to build us into a strong nation. He will be deeply missed."
Now, the young man, only 21 years of age, stood tall and right into the
camera. "Now, I must honor the traditions of our people. At birth, my
Uncle named me his heir, to rule in his stead. I now claim that
inheritance. I am Tironus, heir of Tirus, and new High King Of Delkor!"
The crowd began to aplawd, but it was soft, lacking spirit. "I do not
claim the thrown with happiness. My Uncle was one of our greatest leaders,
popular and strong. I can never replace him, only try to uphold his
ideals. As my first act as High King, I declare a day of mourning, with a
public service to be held at noon. Be strong, my people. We will
prevail!" With that, he turned and walked back into the palace. People
cleared his path, leaving the new High King to his own thoughts...
Another man stood off to the side of the citidel entrance, arms folded,
watching the speach. "Good..." he muttered to himself, "the young man
knows how to speek to the people. Perhaps Tirus was right to name him the
heir..." He watched the crowd as they ealked to the stairs leading back
down into the city. "Rest easy, old friend. I will watch after your
nephew. He will make a fine King." He turned and headed into the palace,
and saw Tironus standing before the throne. "Take it," he said, "It is
yours now."
The young King turned at the sound, "I know," he replied, "still it fills
me with grief. But I know my duty." He turned, stood tall, marched up the
steps, and sat into the chair. "I am ready," he proclaimed...
(OOC: sorry for the long silence. Between work and my crappy laptop, it's
been hard to get on here. This is my 'return', I guess. Oh, and I'm
assuming that the TV broadcast was picked up by anyone...)