Turn 9: Socotsu, Year 372
THE EMPEROR IS DEAD!
From the desk of the Lord Chancellor:
“His Imperial Majesty Nikovar I, Tenth Emperor of the Second Imperium, died this 28th day of Secheri, in the 61st year of the Imperium (Year 372 O.S.), at the castle of Dorlingard in the former Duchy of Alstein, where he had remained since arriving at the bedside of Duchess Hlunegrid. He passed quietly in his sleep, attended by his closest advisers.
“The Electors of the Empire are called upon to assemble at the Free City of Ilvrichsburg to determine the succession to the throne. It is greatly desired that they should complete their duty prior to the beginning of Midwinter Court, so that arrangements can be completed for the new Emperor to be crowned at that time. Those members of the other estates of the Empire who consider it their duty to consult with the Electors on the matter are likewise summoned to that City, to make their views known in timely fashion. Consonant with imperial law, any person may put forward any lawful candidate for the throne, for consideration by the Electors.
“An Imperial Peace has been declared, extending from this day until the end of the upcoming Midwinter Court, to facilitate the above dispositions. No person journeying to Ilvrichsburg or to the Capitals on business connected with the Election may be hindered or molested in any way.
“Done this 29th Day of Secheri, in the Year 61 of the Second Imperium, from the castle of Dorlingard, whereunto Rineyard of Grassmer sets her hand and Seal.†[Followed by several other notables who do the same, as witnesses.]
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Other News (Assuming Anyone’s Paying Attention to Anything Else at this Point):
The ongoing conflict in Aldenthau shows no sign of abating.
The Archduke of Eszerthagn has threatened to break the river blockade on his lands by force if it is not lifted at once.
Forces of Vahir-Dascu and Voydulescu have encountered each other repeatedly in small-scale actions, few of which were conclusive and none of which had the slightest chance of proving decisive.
Unusual naval activity was once again sighted off the coast of Dundriksvegn near the end of the month, possibly sending reinforcements to the ongoing battle in the northern parts of Vaesthegnar. Only the flag of Lorthegnar was spotted, though at such a distance as to prevent solid intelligence in the matter.
The Magistrate of Altgau has issued an injunction against carrying out the terms of the Duchess of Alstein’s will until further study of the document, and the laws involved, can be made.
Prince Heverik has become the first prince royal to express his interest in being elected emperor—which is to say, none whatsoever. For a moment, courtiers were almost ready to take him seriously, before he added that the imperial regalia didn’t meet his wardrobe standards. Which convinced them… and at which point they returned to not taking him seriously. Many later audibly expressed their relief, though it’s not quite clear regarding what.
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And of Course There Are Rumors (Ya Think?)
Unsubstantiated reports claim Prince Tergiv has been murdered while in captivity in Hedan-Saxar.
The emperor was poisoned. Or strangled. Or stabbed to death. By any of several promising candidates, ranging from his closest friends, to his brother’s men, to agents of Lorthegnar, to a flight of fanatical one-winged foxbats. Only the last of these possibilities seems worth taking seriously. Or maybe he just got sick riding in the rain.
The emperor isn’t dead. He was seen riding away from Dorlingard in the presence of his closest friends… or his brother's men… et cetera. Or was never there in the first place, or at least hadn’t been for over a month. One rumor even has him being spirited away to Kereszney to live with his elder sister—astonishing in that it is at least barely plausible. Until one considers the character of the Lord Chancellor, that is, who would never permit a false message such as the one announcing his death to go out over her signature, and who would find ways to make anyone who forged it very uncomfortable for a minimum of his next four incarnations… all of which she would ensure were lengthy ones. No matter what arrangements she had to make.
The forces of the King of Vaesthegnar are being hard-pressed as he faces treachery from several dissatisfied vassals. He is seeking out fanatical one-winged foxbat trainers. Or trainers of fanatical one-winged foxbats. Whichever.
Everyone who is anyone wants to be emperor. Just ask anybody else. None of them are suitable for the position. Just ask anybody else. The weeks between now and Midwinter Court are going to be a veritable circus of politicking, influence peddling, special interest pressures, and personal vendettas. If you needed to ask anybody about that, you’re in the wrong business.
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…and with that, the Roleplaying Contest is underway.
As previously mentioned, there will be sets of objectives for you to attempt to accomplish (some of them common to everybody, some personal), which should make their appearance tomorrow. But if you can't guess what at least one of these is likely to be… you're in the wrong business.
THE EMPEROR IS DEAD!
From the desk of the Lord Chancellor:
“His Imperial Majesty Nikovar I, Tenth Emperor of the Second Imperium, died this 28th day of Secheri, in the 61st year of the Imperium (Year 372 O.S.), at the castle of Dorlingard in the former Duchy of Alstein, where he had remained since arriving at the bedside of Duchess Hlunegrid. He passed quietly in his sleep, attended by his closest advisers.
“The Electors of the Empire are called upon to assemble at the Free City of Ilvrichsburg to determine the succession to the throne. It is greatly desired that they should complete their duty prior to the beginning of Midwinter Court, so that arrangements can be completed for the new Emperor to be crowned at that time. Those members of the other estates of the Empire who consider it their duty to consult with the Electors on the matter are likewise summoned to that City, to make their views known in timely fashion. Consonant with imperial law, any person may put forward any lawful candidate for the throne, for consideration by the Electors.
“An Imperial Peace has been declared, extending from this day until the end of the upcoming Midwinter Court, to facilitate the above dispositions. No person journeying to Ilvrichsburg or to the Capitals on business connected with the Election may be hindered or molested in any way.
“Done this 29th Day of Secheri, in the Year 61 of the Second Imperium, from the castle of Dorlingard, whereunto Rineyard of Grassmer sets her hand and Seal.†[Followed by several other notables who do the same, as witnesses.]
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Other News (Assuming Anyone’s Paying Attention to Anything Else at this Point):
The ongoing conflict in Aldenthau shows no sign of abating.
The Archduke of Eszerthagn has threatened to break the river blockade on his lands by force if it is not lifted at once.
Forces of Vahir-Dascu and Voydulescu have encountered each other repeatedly in small-scale actions, few of which were conclusive and none of which had the slightest chance of proving decisive.
Unusual naval activity was once again sighted off the coast of Dundriksvegn near the end of the month, possibly sending reinforcements to the ongoing battle in the northern parts of Vaesthegnar. Only the flag of Lorthegnar was spotted, though at such a distance as to prevent solid intelligence in the matter.
The Magistrate of Altgau has issued an injunction against carrying out the terms of the Duchess of Alstein’s will until further study of the document, and the laws involved, can be made.
Prince Heverik has become the first prince royal to express his interest in being elected emperor—which is to say, none whatsoever. For a moment, courtiers were almost ready to take him seriously, before he added that the imperial regalia didn’t meet his wardrobe standards. Which convinced them… and at which point they returned to not taking him seriously. Many later audibly expressed their relief, though it’s not quite clear regarding what.
•
And of Course There Are Rumors (Ya Think?)
Unsubstantiated reports claim Prince Tergiv has been murdered while in captivity in Hedan-Saxar.
The emperor was poisoned. Or strangled. Or stabbed to death. By any of several promising candidates, ranging from his closest friends, to his brother’s men, to agents of Lorthegnar, to a flight of fanatical one-winged foxbats. Only the last of these possibilities seems worth taking seriously. Or maybe he just got sick riding in the rain.
The emperor isn’t dead. He was seen riding away from Dorlingard in the presence of his closest friends… or his brother's men… et cetera. Or was never there in the first place, or at least hadn’t been for over a month. One rumor even has him being spirited away to Kereszney to live with his elder sister—astonishing in that it is at least barely plausible. Until one considers the character of the Lord Chancellor, that is, who would never permit a false message such as the one announcing his death to go out over her signature, and who would find ways to make anyone who forged it very uncomfortable for a minimum of his next four incarnations… all of which she would ensure were lengthy ones. No matter what arrangements she had to make.
The forces of the King of Vaesthegnar are being hard-pressed as he faces treachery from several dissatisfied vassals. He is seeking out fanatical one-winged foxbat trainers. Or trainers of fanatical one-winged foxbats. Whichever.
Everyone who is anyone wants to be emperor. Just ask anybody else. None of them are suitable for the position. Just ask anybody else. The weeks between now and Midwinter Court are going to be a veritable circus of politicking, influence peddling, special interest pressures, and personal vendettas. If you needed to ask anybody about that, you’re in the wrong business.
•••
…and with that, the Roleplaying Contest is underway.
As previously mentioned, there will be sets of objectives for you to attempt to accomplish (some of them common to everybody, some personal), which should make their appearance tomorrow. But if you can't guess what at least one of these is likely to be… you're in the wrong business.