[OOC: Tl;dr, Crown Heir to Reavani turns 14, great festivities are planned, ambassadors are invited to welcome the Heir to manhood, discuss possible diplomatic relations, or die of immense pollution.]
Orous smiled at the screen, his son was progressing well through the rite and would likely take the path of the sword. Imperial customs decreed that Immortals, on the eve of their manhood would choose the path of the blade, the gun, or the commissar. To choose the blade was the unspoken truth amongst Emperors, and since the beginning of history, the kings, lords, and noblemen of Reavi have always been swordsmen, cutting enemies down with their words and blades alike. It was a matter of pride for the Imperial family of the State to have all taken that same path, weaving through the crazed beasts and slaughtering them with the Heirloom blade Invictus. Orous grinned as his only son came to the intersection.
The Crown Heir Alaric did not choose the sword. Instead the boy took the path of the Commissar, sealing the duty he would perform on both the battlefield and in his life, expunging the corrupt and impure. Orous was defeated as his son emerged victorious, and the honor guard awarded him the Commissariat Cap and Invictus was laid upon him.
The Emperor stood from where he was sitting and strode to the door, informing the secretary to send the invitations to the Coronation.
