13-01-2025, 12:21 PM
February 5600
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, Lackmann Residence
"Your majesty?" A concerned Sebastian adressed Theodora.
After various prior attempts to get her attention she finally turned off the TV and sighed.
"I think it is time to go." Her eyes were distorted but not the distortion one was already accostumed to.
There was no rage, no blinding obsession, no thirst for blood or power. It was.. a spiritual surrender.
Theodora slipped from the armchair she was in on the floor. Her little Adlé was scared, he never saw his mother like hat.
"There is no chance to come back. My loyalists are going to lose this fight... Wrntukai is gone and they hate me, I know it, they're already planning to remove this crown from my head and put it back onto that god-damned island I recovered it from. My damn kinsmen were right. I failed. The restoration of Thallerism ends."
As Theodora continued her rambling while getting comforted by her aide Sebastian and her four year old son, a Guard of the Chancellor took a quick look at the family-tragedy unfolding. He shrugged and got back behind the door of the living room continuing to enforce her.. "medically" mandated house-arrest. When suddenly one of those sleek cut-throat Bannerhafen corporate district types stood in front of him. "Hello there my dear guardsman. How about you look away for a second?" He waved some money around.
One second passed and that familiar screaming started again. "Well thats how I know my Theodora" thought the guard.
"I WILL END YOU, HEAR ME- ADLÉ YOU HAVE TO TAKE REVENGE; THEY CANT TAKE YOU FROM ME, NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"
Jorgen Island, Freiheit, Lackmann Residence
"Your majesty?" A concerned Sebastian adressed Theodora.
After various prior attempts to get her attention she finally turned off the TV and sighed.
"I think it is time to go." Her eyes were distorted but not the distortion one was already accostumed to.
There was no rage, no blinding obsession, no thirst for blood or power. It was.. a spiritual surrender.
Theodora slipped from the armchair she was in on the floor. Her little Adlé was scared, he never saw his mother like hat.
"There is no chance to come back. My loyalists are going to lose this fight... Wrntukai is gone and they hate me, I know it, they're already planning to remove this crown from my head and put it back onto that god-damned island I recovered it from. My damn kinsmen were right. I failed. The restoration of Thallerism ends."
As Theodora continued her rambling while getting comforted by her aide Sebastian and her four year old son, a Guard of the Chancellor took a quick look at the family-tragedy unfolding. He shrugged and got back behind the door of the living room continuing to enforce her.. "medically" mandated house-arrest. When suddenly one of those sleek cut-throat Bannerhafen corporate district types stood in front of him. "Hello there my dear guardsman. How about you look away for a second?" He waved some money around.
One second passed and that familiar screaming started again. "Well thats how I know my Theodora" thought the guard.
"I WILL END YOU, HEAR ME- ADLÉ YOU HAVE TO TAKE REVENGE; THEY CANT TAKE YOU FROM ME, NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!"