Mourning of an Apointment

[Knight of Aratar]

(yes it is a play on words deal with it!)

It was a weekly ritual of the Empress Alterial to either speak to the people or to have one of her ministers do so, letting them know of the happenings of the government or just to wish them well. She was a magnanimous ruler; there for her people, loving to a fault, for it was love that took her from the people & left the Stewardship to Aratar. The courtyard leading from the west balcony was strewn with deep dark blue & black finery… indicating the mourning that the Empire would be going through, the crowd had gathered bellow, peasant & Lord & Lady alike, meandering through the cobble stoned enclosure. Some had already heard about Her death, but not all believed it.
The chancellor stood waiting as he always did for the din to die down, though this time he wore a somber expression, his robes were flecked with black.. a patch of mourning & respect for the dead. He cleared his throat with much pomp & flare, signaling to the trumpeters to commence their own pomp & flare alerting the crowd that the “Royal Address” would begin, the courtyard yonder, growing still & silent in anticipation of the rumor being confirmed or heartily disproven.

“It is with a heavy hear that I speak to you all today. Our Empress the magnanimous Alterial Jace Jinsu has passed on to the next world. She will be greatly mourned & sorely missed. The Imperial Council has decided to honor her with a great week long feast & Imperial Holiday, to remember our Empress, not in death but how she lived.”

It was at this point that the crowd breathed a collective sigh of both shock & dismay… women began to weep openly held by their teary eyed husbands.. a rather emotional display by the people of Menelwen Eleniel… The Empress had truly touched their lives. After giving them a few moments the Chancellor spoke again, his voice growing a bit lighter but still holding that somber undertone.

“It is also my duty today to announce her successor. As you know Empress Alterial was unmarried & bared no children, leaving Menelwen Eleniel without an heir. It was her dying wish that her Captain of the Imperial Gaurd The Knight of Aratar be appointed as Steward of the Empire...”

Another resounding din & collective sounding from the crowd, all mixed, shock, happiness… things of that sort …The Chancellor giving them a few moments to let this new item of information sink into their collective noggins before speaking again.

" The "Coronation" ceremony shall take place at the end of the week long holiday which will be followed by an address by the new Steward & another party, Sir Aratar wishes to cordally invite you all to the coronation & the celebration of his appointment. It is mine & the council's great pleasure to have such a brave & able warrior concent to the honor of the Empire."

With that the Chancellor withdrew from the "podium" & the crowd let go a roucous cheer... for Aratar & the Empire of Menelwen Eleniel...
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[starshanza]

~ It was a hard fight between Dagoth's servant and the champion of the gods, Stars. The sky filled with surging power as each side raged with will, the one side trying to dominate and destroy a world of magic, the other fighting for light, life and will to save her people as she was destined to do. As each warrior attacked the other with weapons and spells, the magic began to abnormally change the atmosphere as heat of battle raged on. The proud sword of the realm, a spiral white silver blade with a blue glowing power surged and clashed with the black blade decorated with dark skull embossment. The servant of dagoth gnashed her teeth as she wanted to win for her l9ong dead lord, dagoth the corrupter, and king of all that was evil. The hero wouldn’t yield as she swung her blade, white blond hair and dark red eyes turned as she turned, keeping an eye on her target.~

~As she unfurled her great white glowing dragon wings and prepared for the last attack with a panthers roar, stars prepared herself for the last final attack that would forever encase this servant in a prism of unbreakable crystals. As she began to summon and unleash her power, all memories form her past and past lives surged and filled the armor of the gods. She gave one last roar as the memories over powered her mind and body, increasing her raging madness as she glowed with a bright white light and flew towards the enemy striking her. As the enemy fell weakened, stars landed on her feet and performed the last of the spell spreading a cold white light across the area of the battle field. The other woman screamed as she was encased in crystals, to be forever imprisoned. When the light faded to reveal the darkness of the night, all as silent the moon turning red with blood shone on a statue of silver. There frozen forever in time of this realm was stars in her final dragoonic armor, the armor of the gods, her family. ~

~All Tanishians gathered around the statue morning the death of the death of the one who sacrificed her life for their survival. The statue suddenly vanished before their eyes leaving only her legacy behind. ~

~In the new land of menelwen eleniel Empire, lightling flashed on the day of the empresses death. far from the kindome in the woods, a storm rasged and lightlinhg crackled, kisisng the earth. It left in itys wake, a younf girl dressed in her finery. She groaned and soke up not knowing where she was or how she got there. She stood up and shook he rhead as she slowly made her way to the empire. ~

~reaching the city of the now dead ruler, a fairy tall woman, about five foot six, slowly makes her way towards a tavern. The soft cool winds of the chilly evening caressed her bare shoulders and color bones, and played in her long red wavy hair which hung down low, past her knees, a few locks of hair resting down upon her breasts. A golden ring with red jeweled trinkets rested about her neck and accented her tan skin. Golden looped earrings hung form her ears and sparkled in the moon light. Upon her brow, was a crown of gold which hung three tear drops of crystals. On her arms were golden bands which secure large yellow silk sleeves. Her breast were covered in a golden cloth with a small oval shaped jewel placed in the center of the top, between her breasts. As she walked her back was held up straight and her shoulders squared. She had a dignified presence about her, one of grace and nobility. She picked up the long and luscious folds of the silken skirt as she stepped over a few mud puddles, reveling golden silk slippers. The folds of her skirt reached down and dragged along the ground but managed to stay clean. The skirt was so grand that it created a bell shape along her waist and firm hips. The woman’s form seemed to glow with a certain distinguished light. Her red eyes reflected the moon light as she looked up towards the heavens knowing she may come across many dangers. She stopped at the entrance of the tavern before looking around and entering. She then waited at the man nodded and opened the door for her and then she walked into the place. She stopped and looked around before walking to a table and sat down before a maid came over to serve her. ~

[Angelique Arcene]

*From within the shadows a a nearly head to toe cloaked figure stood hearing the announcement as she remained quiet. Altariel was such a loss, and little did she know about it till most recently. It was such a shame considering she was one of good heart and was willing to help others. It made her wonder what was the cause of death. But even though the fallen Empress had passed on, clearly she would be more happier as that is how it is on the other side. She closed her eyes temporarily to pay her silent respects then quietly she vanished into the shadows leaving it in question if she would ever return..*

[Lord Kagestu]

~ At mid morning, a team of raven black beast like horses pulled along a black carriage. The horses bodies gleamed with a silver shine as their fire red mains and hooves that pounded the chilly frost bitten ground as they pulled the carriage along the dead path of slowly dying trees. The man seated in the front of the state coach was old and rickety, almost as if he were too old to stand or even be alive. The mans hair was gray, almost to the point of being snow white and his face was sunken in, showing the details of old bones and the discolored skin. The drivers hands knobby fingers gripped the reins as his coat stretched and moved with the mans directing of the reins. His color of his old rotted shirt slipped down to reveal an old vampire wound, one that had growing mold around the puncture marks. The man, the driver, was an undead and a servant of the lord who resided in the coach as it traveled along the cold stricken path as dead leaves blew in a strong almost stormy wind.
As the coach traveled onward, it kept out the last rays of the setting sun form reaching the occupant within the carriage itself. The carriage was well furnished inside. Red satin seats and the floor was inlayed with carpets of a dark color, black. The walls of the carriage as smooth and made from a strong base of wood and covered with a stain of red, or as some vampires would call it, the sweet reminder of why victims tasted so good. The outside of this carriage was raven black and covered with a black cloth to keep out the peering eyes of the curious, and keeping the lord within its innards safe form the weather or the light. As the carriage progressed going deeper within the belly of darkness, the being inside primped and made sure his clothing was in order and that his teeth and fangs were well polished.
The carriage descended with in the very heart of menelwen elenielempire, into teh very eastern city, where teh castel resided, where people morned the death of their ruler and celbrated a new era under a younger ruler. It stopped before the tavern itself as the driver pulled on the reins to stop the horses. A pair of black shiny shoes, black as coal, stepped pout of the carriage and landed lightly on the ground. A pair of black pants cuffed and well ironed followed next and traveled up a set of well formed legs and a trim waist. Ticked into the fine pants was a white shirt, laced up the front and buttoned with gold buttons. Over this shirt was a black well ironed vest also with golden buttons. The sleeves of the white dress shirt ended in lace, showing the elegance of the mans stature. Over this shirt and vest was an outer coat, well tailored and had what humans referred to as "tails". Covering the mans hands were a pair of white satin gloved adorned with colorful dragons. A pair of blue eyes, ice bright, looked onward to the innards of the woods as he listened to the busting laughter or women and men alike, the wind blew tossling his long raven black hair that adorned his soft facial feature and strong jaw line, about softly. The man pushed his hair back, careful as to not damage the red rose that remained in his pocket. The driver jumped down and reached into the carriage and took out a black cant and top hat before dusting them off and handing them to his master. He spoke and tried to be restraint in his advice as the lord placed on his top hat and gripped his cane loosely. The lord growled and back handed the driver, which didn’t damage him much only caused the mans head to snap back and some green puss gushed form the drivers mouth. The lord turned and walked into the castle and where the funeral of the empress took place. He walked inot teh castle and through its many corridors and rooms until ge reached the back door. He grinned as he pushed on teh door while turning the latch that lead him into the easter courtyard. He walkjed on as the door clsoed behind him and leaned agaisnt a solid tree withing the shadows, watching.~

[starshanza]

~Stars overheard the patrons speak about the death of the former empress and about the man who was taking place as steward. She was served her drink and she paid for it before taking a sip as she still listened on the gossip the ladies were diplaying in the far corner. She went to raise her glass to her lips once more when she heard the carriage of Lord Kagestu drive by. She stood up and turned towalk outside just intime to see where the carrage was headed. She began to walk in that direction, carful to not let her cloths get dusty from the road. Once she entered the castle and walked through it. She came inot the courtyard and looked eastward finding people gathereds before a casket where i amn was giving his speach. She walked over to the group, and stood there watching as the steward anounced his succession. Her eyes went over to the man who leaned agaisnt a tree, then to a woman who was there but then suddenly vanished. She walked over to a tree within the light and stood near it, just watching wiht her red eyes and listening further.~