18-12-2024, 01:11 PM
Royal Palace, Wiel, Kingdom of Wrnuke, 2 March 5587, 8:57
In the mirror he saw a weathered face with a big grey beard. His eyes a deep dark brown like they ever were, but the rest of him was changing. It was a cruel fate, one could be the most powerful person on this planet and still age and wither? Was this his punishment for following Elyon? Recently his thoughts had begun to linger more with Tanhri and Zol, the gods of his Jelbic ancestors. Often he would dream vividly about the greatness his forefathers accomplished under the guiding hand of the Skyfather and the Bright One. Though the great Merklai H'án had discarded these gods for the word of the Hosian Elyon. Perhaps all goods are one, perhaps the world needed a new religion, one of conquest and obedience, one where he could not be betrayed. Yes. His train of thought was disturbed by a knock. His heart rate went up. They had come for him. The military had betrayed him at last. "Your Majesty, your 9 AM with the Prefect is about to start, should I tell him to wait or are you ready?" Oh, it was only Altán, his life guard. A feeling of ease came over him and he responded. "Yes, see him in, thank you." He shuffled out of the bathroom into his private office to meet his good friend General Krlmékez. Grzkai had been one of the few loyal ones, one of the few he could still trust. As he went to his chair he ignored the tingling feel in his left hand.
For a long time the Prefect spoke to him about the changing situation. Zardugal had ousted the communist anti-Jelbic peasant for a more reasonable man, an almost grandfatherly figure who was ready and willing to speak. All operations had to be ceased, the invasion should be cancelled. The world would judge us. The Zards had no further plans to blow up the pipeline or attack and provoke the Jelbic Empire. He could not believe it, his most loyal one? Grzkai? Betraying him? Was there no end to this treason, it was clear to him these Augustan dogs had to be put down once and for all, his great ancestor Lawrns-Wrntukai had almost died fighting these animals. He interrupted the Prefect by slamming his tingling hand on the desk. "No! No! No!" The Prefect looked at him in shock. "They are our enemy, they are plotting against us, Grzkai can you not see? Who has poisoned your loyal ears! The pipeline, they will cut off our oil! Th-they will assassinate senior figures, that dog Grop-Gropper, whatever his name, that Augustan dog will invade Jelbe! The H'án does not have the numbers, he will turn his treasonous cloak! They will all betray us, the Empire will collapse!" Trembling with anger he stood up but he felt a slight imbalance as he did, nonetheless his tirade continued. "We must destroy the Augustan menace, we must- we must be saviour of the-the world must and- Jelbic.. Tanhri- the sky." The tingling stopped as he lost feeling in his arm and his left leg, he was confused and unable to form words. Then it all went dark.
On the other side of the desk.
He had never seen the Emperor this distraught, of course he had been ever more paranoid in recent years but he had always seen reason. Then he stood up, raging and raving before just falling over. It took a second to settle in his mind but he jumped up, started shouting for help and put the Emperor in a side position. Royal Guards rushed in and before he knew it there were doctors, servants, even RSB officers in the office with him. He left the fallen Emperor in the care of the professionals and paced across the halls of the Royal Palace. An hour later a Royal Guard came running to him, pale as a ghost: "General.. the Emperor has passed away." His heart sank and in the corner of his eye he saw RSB officers rushing away. There was no time.
In the mirror he saw a weathered face with a big grey beard. His eyes a deep dark brown like they ever were, but the rest of him was changing. It was a cruel fate, one could be the most powerful person on this planet and still age and wither? Was this his punishment for following Elyon? Recently his thoughts had begun to linger more with Tanhri and Zol, the gods of his Jelbic ancestors. Often he would dream vividly about the greatness his forefathers accomplished under the guiding hand of the Skyfather and the Bright One. Though the great Merklai H'án had discarded these gods for the word of the Hosian Elyon. Perhaps all goods are one, perhaps the world needed a new religion, one of conquest and obedience, one where he could not be betrayed. Yes. His train of thought was disturbed by a knock. His heart rate went up. They had come for him. The military had betrayed him at last. "Your Majesty, your 9 AM with the Prefect is about to start, should I tell him to wait or are you ready?" Oh, it was only Altán, his life guard. A feeling of ease came over him and he responded. "Yes, see him in, thank you." He shuffled out of the bathroom into his private office to meet his good friend General Krlmékez. Grzkai had been one of the few loyal ones, one of the few he could still trust. As he went to his chair he ignored the tingling feel in his left hand.
For a long time the Prefect spoke to him about the changing situation. Zardugal had ousted the communist anti-Jelbic peasant for a more reasonable man, an almost grandfatherly figure who was ready and willing to speak. All operations had to be ceased, the invasion should be cancelled. The world would judge us. The Zards had no further plans to blow up the pipeline or attack and provoke the Jelbic Empire. He could not believe it, his most loyal one? Grzkai? Betraying him? Was there no end to this treason, it was clear to him these Augustan dogs had to be put down once and for all, his great ancestor Lawrns-Wrntukai had almost died fighting these animals. He interrupted the Prefect by slamming his tingling hand on the desk. "No! No! No!" The Prefect looked at him in shock. "They are our enemy, they are plotting against us, Grzkai can you not see? Who has poisoned your loyal ears! The pipeline, they will cut off our oil! Th-they will assassinate senior figures, that dog Grop-Gropper, whatever his name, that Augustan dog will invade Jelbe! The H'án does not have the numbers, he will turn his treasonous cloak! They will all betray us, the Empire will collapse!" Trembling with anger he stood up but he felt a slight imbalance as he did, nonetheless his tirade continued. "We must destroy the Augustan menace, we must- we must be saviour of the-the world must and- Jelbic.. Tanhri- the sky." The tingling stopped as he lost feeling in his arm and his left leg, he was confused and unable to form words. Then it all went dark.
On the other side of the desk.
He had never seen the Emperor this distraught, of course he had been ever more paranoid in recent years but he had always seen reason. Then he stood up, raging and raving before just falling over. It took a second to settle in his mind but he jumped up, started shouting for help and put the Emperor in a side position. Royal Guards rushed in and before he knew it there were doctors, servants, even RSB officers in the office with him. He left the fallen Emperor in the care of the professionals and paced across the halls of the Royal Palace. An hour later a Royal Guard came running to him, pale as a ghost: "General.. the Emperor has passed away." His heart sank and in the corner of his eye he saw RSB officers rushing away. There was no time.