Yanitaria
05-04-2008, 13:35
OOC: Like it says, closed to those who haven't signed up. If you are NU, then just drop me a TG or leave a note in the "Return to Roots (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=552143)" thread.
Also, I am starting this by assuming that everyone has arrived, and skipping right to the ceremony. This first post is really just fluff and ceremony, so you only need to read it if you want to.
Frederick Norheim thought back to the night that he talked with the Scandinvan Emperor, as he went through the plans for the ceremony.
"It will begin with a parade through the gates of the older city of Yanitaria city, which has an ancient wall around it. Traditionally a monarch would ride on horseback followed by the elite cavalry. There will be one stop at the park where I will symbolically take a last stroll before the burden of being a monarch is put on my shoulders. Finally, I will walk the last kilometer to Trotsky Place, and into the parliament building. There, a representative of the people, who has traditionally been the oldest Yanitarian still alive while receive the crown. He will present it to the guardian of the people, represented by the Field Marshal. Finally the patron of the nation, traditionally the Eastern Orthodox Patriarch, will receive the crown, and hand it to the monarch, in this case, me. I will put the crown on, and the head of parliament will say to the crowd 'I Introduce His Royal Majesty, King Norheim II'. Afterwards is the ball, which is much like any other ball. Also, there will be cake."
The horse underneath him stirred, bringing him out of his memories, and beside him, the commander of the 8th Armoured Battalion, Major Chardome, nodded, and the cavalry started forward.
Traditionally, the elite cavalry would accompany a new king, but today, since Yanitaria had no horse cavalry, Nakil 1A3H tanks rolled forward behind the king and the battalion staff, who rode horses. On either side of the street, crowds cheered as the parade started. They watched as the large tanks rumbled pasted, and as Gendarmes, in full dress uniform (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/PolUni.png), marched past, or stood next to the crowd barriers.
Behind the tanks, a battalion of elite "Guardian" special operations soldiers marched in full dress uniform (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/Marine.png) as well. Their officers (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/MarineOff.png) led them proudly, and as they turned corners on streets, many in the crowd had never witnessed such crisp turns or such carefully choreographed movements. It seemed almost surreal. Flags and banners waved in the air, carried by infantrymen who had served their nation proud.
Next came LT-108 'Interpol' light tanks, the pride of Yanitarian Light Armoured battalions. These were from the Foreign Legion, who represented the various colonies of the kingdom. The Legionnaire tanks flew absolutely huge flags from Yanitaria, Kabavia, Wittenshcau, and Okhotsk.
Above the parading troops, a Da-34 'Constellation' strategic bomber flew at it's slowest speed, and flew the Yanitarian "Circled Stars and Sickle" behind it. It would follow the parade route and make passes over the head of the king as it did so. It was escorted by three prop driven planes, which trailed charcoal, gold, and red smoke behind them.
King Norheim smiled and waved to the crowds, as confetti and flowers were thrown from the tops of buildings and from the crowd. Finally he came to the last stretch of road before the park. He dismounted, along with the major, and walked alone down the street. Gendarmes, armed with AY-143 rifles flanked each side of the road.
The park was cold, it being the winter, but the snow was shoveled from the parks. Frederick walked quickly through the park, not really wanting to stay there too long in the cold weather. He finally reached the end of the park's trail, and was again accompanied by Gendarmes and soldiers, and walked the last kilometer to the Parliamentary building. It was with great relief that the front doors opened, and the warm air flushed over him.
The people of Yanitaria were allowed onto the top balcony where the public was usually allowed to watch parliament debate matters of state. Now it was crowded. Below, the members of parliament were crowed into the last rows, while filled the second and third rows, every bit as crowded. Finally, allowed in relative comfort, were the heads of state from foreign countries who had come to see the coronation.
King Norheim came to the oldest Yanitarian, a woman named Marie Brémont, who had lived 115 years. He stopped briefly to shake her hand, before moving forward. Next was Field Marshal Eystein Ivarsson, an old man who had been serving in Yanitaria since the invasion of Kabavia in the 1930s. Frederick stopped to shake his hand.
Finally, he came to Emperor Ingolf, of the Scandinvan Empire. Yanitaria had willingly become a protectorate of his nation, and Norheim had personally asked him to attend the ceremony, and participate in place of the Patriarch, of the Orthodox church.
King Norheim stopped to shake his hand, before moving on to the throne that had been moved to the traditional place of the Head of Parliament's podium.
OOC: Scand, hope you don't mind me placing your emperor there, and shaking his hand with out allowing him to say anything. I just realized this post was getting long, around the point where I started on the park, so I figured I should wrap it up.
All: If your leader is at the ceremony, they are in the front row. Feel free to comment on things.
Also, I am starting this by assuming that everyone has arrived, and skipping right to the ceremony. This first post is really just fluff and ceremony, so you only need to read it if you want to.
Frederick Norheim thought back to the night that he talked with the Scandinvan Emperor, as he went through the plans for the ceremony.
"It will begin with a parade through the gates of the older city of Yanitaria city, which has an ancient wall around it. Traditionally a monarch would ride on horseback followed by the elite cavalry. There will be one stop at the park where I will symbolically take a last stroll before the burden of being a monarch is put on my shoulders. Finally, I will walk the last kilometer to Trotsky Place, and into the parliament building. There, a representative of the people, who has traditionally been the oldest Yanitarian still alive while receive the crown. He will present it to the guardian of the people, represented by the Field Marshal. Finally the patron of the nation, traditionally the Eastern Orthodox Patriarch, will receive the crown, and hand it to the monarch, in this case, me. I will put the crown on, and the head of parliament will say to the crowd 'I Introduce His Royal Majesty, King Norheim II'. Afterwards is the ball, which is much like any other ball. Also, there will be cake."
The horse underneath him stirred, bringing him out of his memories, and beside him, the commander of the 8th Armoured Battalion, Major Chardome, nodded, and the cavalry started forward.
Traditionally, the elite cavalry would accompany a new king, but today, since Yanitaria had no horse cavalry, Nakil 1A3H tanks rolled forward behind the king and the battalion staff, who rode horses. On either side of the street, crowds cheered as the parade started. They watched as the large tanks rumbled pasted, and as Gendarmes, in full dress uniform (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/PolUni.png), marched past, or stood next to the crowd barriers.
Behind the tanks, a battalion of elite "Guardian" special operations soldiers marched in full dress uniform (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/Marine.png) as well. Their officers (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i156/UNDComrade/Yanitaria/MarineOff.png) led them proudly, and as they turned corners on streets, many in the crowd had never witnessed such crisp turns or such carefully choreographed movements. It seemed almost surreal. Flags and banners waved in the air, carried by infantrymen who had served their nation proud.
Next came LT-108 'Interpol' light tanks, the pride of Yanitarian Light Armoured battalions. These were from the Foreign Legion, who represented the various colonies of the kingdom. The Legionnaire tanks flew absolutely huge flags from Yanitaria, Kabavia, Wittenshcau, and Okhotsk.
Above the parading troops, a Da-34 'Constellation' strategic bomber flew at it's slowest speed, and flew the Yanitarian "Circled Stars and Sickle" behind it. It would follow the parade route and make passes over the head of the king as it did so. It was escorted by three prop driven planes, which trailed charcoal, gold, and red smoke behind them.
King Norheim smiled and waved to the crowds, as confetti and flowers were thrown from the tops of buildings and from the crowd. Finally he came to the last stretch of road before the park. He dismounted, along with the major, and walked alone down the street. Gendarmes, armed with AY-143 rifles flanked each side of the road.
The park was cold, it being the winter, but the snow was shoveled from the parks. Frederick walked quickly through the park, not really wanting to stay there too long in the cold weather. He finally reached the end of the park's trail, and was again accompanied by Gendarmes and soldiers, and walked the last kilometer to the Parliamentary building. It was with great relief that the front doors opened, and the warm air flushed over him.
The people of Yanitaria were allowed onto the top balcony where the public was usually allowed to watch parliament debate matters of state. Now it was crowded. Below, the members of parliament were crowed into the last rows, while filled the second and third rows, every bit as crowded. Finally, allowed in relative comfort, were the heads of state from foreign countries who had come to see the coronation.
King Norheim came to the oldest Yanitarian, a woman named Marie Brémont, who had lived 115 years. He stopped briefly to shake her hand, before moving forward. Next was Field Marshal Eystein Ivarsson, an old man who had been serving in Yanitaria since the invasion of Kabavia in the 1930s. Frederick stopped to shake his hand.
Finally, he came to Emperor Ingolf, of the Scandinvan Empire. Yanitaria had willingly become a protectorate of his nation, and Norheim had personally asked him to attend the ceremony, and participate in place of the Patriarch, of the Orthodox church.
King Norheim stopped to shake his hand, before moving on to the throne that had been moved to the traditional place of the Head of Parliament's podium.
OOC: Scand, hope you don't mind me placing your emperor there, and shaking his hand with out allowing him to say anything. I just realized this post was getting long, around the point where I started on the park, so I figured I should wrap it up.
All: If your leader is at the ceremony, they are in the front row. Feel free to comment on things.