A Pretty State of Affairs (Closed, Attn:Cornellia)

by **New Edom** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:24 am

Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

Count Mangrim had watched quietly as all the kerfuffle went on with the outrage, shouts, drawn swords, accusations, women screaming, Nathan and Jakobe shouting challenges, invocations of old laws--and who were these new barbarians lumbering around that seemed to be Nathan’s new friends? What the hell was going on here?

However when he heard ‘trial by combat’ stated clearly...and picked his jaw up the floor at the sight of a Roman Legate openly kissing the Emperor of Ghant like a lover--then clearly both a Princess of the Vorindun and said Roman Legate approving of this lunacy, he realized that madness had enered all this.

Rosa whispered to him, “Sir...we can’t let this happen.”

“What are you talking about? It’s the Old Law, whatever they call it, we have to stand by.” he said, with a feeling of great disquiet.

“Nathan can dig his own grave if he wants--though it could risk all of us too if Jakobe gets really paranoid--but we can’t let Princess Kristen to come to trial like this. She’s the daughter of one of our allies, she has to be tried--if she’s guilty of a crime--by investigation of evdience and trial in public before a body of her peers. We can’t stand by and let that happen,” she insisted earnestly.

“And I thought Nathan was naive,” said Mangrim. “You heard the reply from Amenmar. This is how they do things here. All we can do is watch. From what I’ve seen Nathan will now be shamed if he doesn’t do this.”

Rosa tightened her lips. “Sir, I must insist that you report this to the embassy in Ghish, at once. If you don’t do it I will.”

“Good God, is everyone challenging everyone?” he said in exasperation. “Should we talk to the Roman and the Vorindun Princess about it?”

Rosa shook her head slowly. “No, they’re busy picking their panties up off the floor. Let’s go, sir, and see what we can do about this.”

Fineberg, New Edom

The staff in the typing pool, the staff coming out of the elevators, who stood waiting for water at the water cooler, who came out of the washrooms moved with an unconscious rhythm. Many were bare except for some body paint, this was normal. They typed on keyboards, sipped water, walked, photocopied, faxed, lifted phones with an unconscious awareness of being in a hive like place of small lit screens and larger screens, of maps and hushed discussions. In the offices that surrounded the pool, people moved to a slightly different counterpoint of this rhythm that was somewhat more individual, like solo instruments that were nevertheless part of an orchestra. Into the midst of this, Elizabeth Corbulo came, walking confidently out of the elevator bank, the new Undersecretary for Cornellia, to receive their rhythmic bows and rhythmic praise.

“Your Excellency,” she heard a voice say, and smiled at her senior assistant, whohad just arrived. “We welcome you to your new department! We hope that we will be blessed as you have blessed your previous desk, and hope to understand how to best work with you to the betterment of our country. What are your instructions?” of course this was a rather symbolic thing to say, but Elizabeth definitely had a reply.

“Well…” she said,

When I wake up in the afternoon
Which it pleases me to do
Don't nobody bring me no bad news
'Cause I wake up already negative
And I've wired up my fuse
So don't nobody bring me no bad news

If we're going to be buddies
Better bone up on the rules
'Cause don't nobody bring me no bad news
You can be my best of friends
As opposed to payin' dues
But don't nobody bring me no bad news

No bad news
No bad news
Don't you ever bring me no bad news
'Cause I'll make you an offer, child
That you cannot refuse
So don't nobody bring me no bad news

When you're talking to me
Don't be cryin' the blues
'Cause don't nobody bring me no bad news
You can verbalize and vocalize
But just bring me the clues
But don't nobody bring me no bad news

Bring some message in your head
Or in something you can't lose
But don't you ever bring me no bad news
If you're gonna bring me something
Bring me, something I can use
But don't you bring me no bad news

“So, what’s first on our agenda for today?” she asked the assistant undersecretary as she sat her bare backside down in Levi Dathan’s former chair.

“I’m afriad there’s some bad news…” he said, passing on a communique from Prince Amenmar in Ghish.

Elizabeth sighed, and picked up the phone shortly thereafter to talk to Levi Dathan. Who hit the ceiling.

Shortly after this several other events happened; a message was faxed to where Princess Jocasta was trying to decide between two different pairs of shoes and was urged by Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain to sign a paper, which was faxed back to the Foreign Ministry with the approval of Perrin Pahath-Moab.

Another event was a very displeased Prince Amenmar going back to the Imperial Palace in Ghish...

Toi: His Imperial Majesty Kaiser Martin I
From: Her Royal Highness Princess Jocasta, Heir of the Allied States of New Edom
CC: Lord Malibar
Subject: Diplomacy
Encryption: Most Secret, Eyes Only (hand delivered by Prince Amenmar in the case of Ghant)

Your Imperial Majesty, My Lord;

Advised by my Royal Sister’s President of the Council of Ministers, Brigadier-General Perrin Paath-Moab and by Mr. Levi Dathan, one of Her Majesty’s Ministers of the State Council, I am informed that Emperor Nathan IV has been challenged to a duel which is to be a trial by combat under what is called the Old Laws of Ghant for the life of Princess Kristen of the Vorindun, who has apparently been accused of murder.

While of course I do not wish to impugn His Imperial Majesty Nathan IV’s martial abilities, to have the daughter of a late prominent ally and sister of a current one in such peril on what appears to be resting on the possible slip of a blade is disturbing to us.

While of course his Imperial Majesty Nathan IV may do what he likes with his own life, the life of the daughter of a Kaiser of the Vorindun cannot be lightly overlooked. It is therefore the proposal of the Council of Ministers of the Allied States of New Edom that as apparently loyal northern warriors are not likely to arrive for another day and are in no way bound to protect the life of the Princess Kristen anyway that forces from Landstrider Air Force Base should be dispatched immediately for the Kingdom of Jehenna in order to protect the Princess Kristen. I also request that resposnes to this initial message be sent to the President of the Council directly.

I have the honour to be,
On Her Majesty Mara I’s behalf
Crown Princess Jocasta,
Heir of the Allied States

Jocasta had decided on the blue rose pumps and said as she left after graciously thanking the store owner, “So what was that about? An airport or something?”

“Yes, what was it about?” asked Dr. Aphek curiously.

“Mind your own damned business, tutor,” growled Prince Enoch.

Jocasta frowned, looking at Colonel Josephus, wondering if he’d noticed, but he was walking behind her--as though he was abashed to walk beside her! So noble a heart, his eyes downcast, following her so loyally. She was distracted from her reproof of Prince Enoch in being hard on poor Dr. Aphek, and made a note of it to discuss later; she was moved nearly to ears by how devoted her ADC was...

by **Late Roman Empire** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:42 am

Gaudentia now decided that she had been very reckless. Caught up in the heat of the moment, she was only enabling Nathan's insanity. This was against her better judgment, as was kissing him so openly. Now she found a moment to pounce, and so she did.

"You can't do this, Your Majesty," Gaudentia Ovida warned him in a whisper, "do you really want to leave our baby fatherless?"

"I place my fate in the hands of the Gods. I know Kristen is innocent, and so the Gods will lend strength to my blade," Nathan replied.

"Isn't this illegal? It is in the Empire, I know that much. I would be irresponsible as a lover and the mother of one of your children not to try to save your life, Nathan," Gaudentia now became more insistent.

"This is legal...just uncommon. Would you have faith if I promised you that I shall not fail?"

"These are not my customs, dear. They are yours. You must not do this. You're the head of state. You're the Emperor of Ghant. This isn't a storybook. This isn't a novel. This isn't a game. This is life and death. You will risk chaos and anarchy, make your wife a widow and your children fatherless? Do you not love any of us? Kristen can get away from this. I can guarantee that she will. She's a resourceful young woman. This isn't necessary. It's just blood sacrifice for the sake of ego. Don't do this, I urge you!" Gaudentia practically shouted at him from the corridor where they stood.

Would he listen to reason....she had her qualms and doubts.

by **The Vorindun** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 3:02 am

Kaiserstein Palace

Kaiser Martin I felt the color drain entirely from his normally pink face. His cousin....Kristen, in mortal danger because some inbred lout in northern Ghant wanted to fucking scapegoat her for his own parricide....the horror of it! Nor did he want the blood of a foreign head of state, even a rather childish one like Nathan, on his hands. How would he ever look Alex or her mother in the eye? No, he had to stop this and stop it now!

Furiously, not waiting for dictation, not even bothering with a normal missive, Martin fired off an e-mail.

To: Her Royal Highness, Princess Jocasta; Brigadier-General Perrin Pathah-Moab; Acting Foreign Minister Levi Dathan; Count Mangrim, Ambassador of the Allied States of New Edom
From: Kaiser Martin I
Subject: Diplomacy

Dear Edomite allies,

I cannot stress too much at this time how necessary it is for this duel not to take place. Too much is at stake. This is my first cousin, the Princess Kristen, and my future brother-in-law, Emperor Nathan IV of Ghant, both endangering their lives over a false and petty charge of regicide. Trial by Combat is medieval barbarism. Everyone here agrees about such things. This is nothing but a real duel by another name, excused on whatever grounds they find convenient. It must be stopped posthaste, and I will do my utmost to stall or stop it.

Thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. I am in your debt, as is the Fatherland and Ghant as well. The consequences of such a death would be truly terrifying indeed. Chaos and tumult, even civil war, could ensue. This must be curbed quickly.

Sincerely,
His Imperial Majesty, Kaiser Martin I of the Vorindun

Right about then, the doors to his study burst open....Martin was no longer alone....

Alexandra flung herself at Martin, crying steady streams. "Please do something! Don't let my brother get killed by that brute!"

Martin then picked up his phone and texted Kristen.

Get out of there. Don't stick around and let Nathan and Jakobe kill each other. Stop this now. Get out of there and rob them of a reason to slaughter each other over wounded pride.

Then he texted Nathan...

I cannot look your sister and mother in the eye if you perish for something petty and false as this. Do not do this, friend. Assert your authority and put an end to this charade. My cousin was a guest in your country. Do not let Jakobe get away with this. Arrest his filthy carcass and do it yesterday. For all of us.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 11:26 am

“Concern”
The Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

Malibar was not a man who easily lost his temper, but now seemed like one of those moments. Sophia watched as he read the message from Princess Jocasta, and upon reading it, he threw an entire pitcher of tea against the wall of his solar, shattering it.

“Why must your husband be such an idiot? The plan was simple enough. Go north for awhile and stay out of trouble. And then he goes and does this. Now I have to tell me wife that her daughter is in jeopardy along with your fool for a husband.” Malibar said loudly.

Sophia, for her part, had her head in her hands, crying. She knew that Jakobe was a savage and fierce fighter even known for dirty tricks. She didn’t know what she would do with her life should he perish. “You have to send troops there immediately from Mondyn…do it now, father.”

“That is the plan, in addition to allowing a dispatch force from Landstrider, but only because my hand has been forced, on account of Nathan and on account of our allies.” Malibar explained.

“What if this was all some kind of trap to bait Nathan?” Sophia asked as she sobbed. “The Jehans have ties to Albert…what if this is part of some scheme of his to usurp the throne?”

“Jakobe is a mad dog…I doubt he is a collaborator with anyone.” Malibar said as he paced around the room. “If you will excuse me, Sophia, I must tell Margarethe what is going on.” Malibar promptly left the room and stormed off to Margarethe’s chambers.

When he entered the room and found her, he told her what needed to be said without hesitation. “Margarethe, my love. Kristen has been accused of regicide, murder, conspiracy and treason by King Jakobe of Jehenna, and Nathan is championing her in a Trial by Combat against Jakobe himself. Should Nathan win, she will be declared innocent and will become Queen of Jehenna by virtue of her engagement to Jori, the late king’s second son. Should Nathan lose, Jakobe will have her executed…we are working diligently to intervene so that the latter does not come to fruition. I am sorry.”

With that, Malibar remained for a time to comfort his wife if needs be, before going to compose a message to numerous parties granting authorization to ensure the safety and security of the Princess.

by **New Edom** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:58 pm

Landstrider Air Force Base

Captain Dario Avare of the 16th Light Troops felt the compacted ice slick cold hardened snow under feet change to tarmac—snow and ice clearing machines were making bitter white clouds all around them as they worked steadily to keep the runways clear. Dario led his unit—made up of a mixed bag of Light Troopers, Teman Rangers, First Shock Cavalry and support personnel towards the great aircraft that sat like a giant metal albatross on the runway. It was a CM-7, an Air Force plane, crewed by a unit specializing in search and rescue and rough weather operations. The soldiers all had pale winter battle dress uniforms, thermal underwear, and white camouflage body capes. They were armed with AK-94s, RPKs, a few “Mary Jane” general purpose machineguns, with a heavy weapons unit armed with RPGs and MANPADs. They had a platoon of engineers as well.

The other one was being loaded up with two M28 Vigilo Armoured Recon Vehicles.

Lieutenant Stephanie Grey, an Anglo-German young woman of 22, with a wiry boyish body and a lean face with buzzcut short hair, transferred with part of her unit from Damoclea, watched as her ‘babies’ were being loaded up, with Sergeant Letim and Senior Corporal Sharp badgering the Air Force loading crew, refusing to take for granted the straps were cinched properly. They had all been through hell together in Damoclea; they were definitely a unit now though Letim was evil and had to be watched, and Sharp was lazy and had to be watched. However they were a good crew when watched.

It was appropriate that their vehicles, the M28s, were called The Vigilo was designed to be the forward eyes and ears of friendly armored and mechanized infantry formations. With a competent crew in the Vigilo, this information would be passed onto the rest of the force without the enemy knowing that they were there until it is too late to stop them. To assist in this role, the Vigilo is light, and fast. With a total weight of 18 tonnes and an inline-four engine developing 160 kW of power, this results in a power to weight ratio of 11.92 hp/tonne. The vehicle’s design was made to avoid being hit by undercarriage damage, to prevent shock damage to the 3 person crew, and to deal with up to a 65 degree incline. A tough little vehicle, it was designed within the New Edomite department of defense not only to the original Lamonian design but to be fully integrated to the CROMWELL II battlesystem. They were armed with These had been reinforced for winter operations, making them a little more cramped inside. One of them was outfitted as an ambulance and had been brought in case any of the VIPs needed immediate medical attention.

Because of this as well, they had a Peregrinoan medical officer called Marietta Ludi along; she had apparently had a rough time in the Peregrino Conflict and transferred from her militia regiment to study to be a field nurse. She was a pretty dark eyed rather serious young woman with a Peregrino accent you could cut a knife with, and a serious devotion to Edenism to the point where she even if it gave her gooseflesh in the more poorly heated buildings she’d wear the bare minimum literally. Grey bunked with her and found her quiet and pleasant to be around. It was good to be around others you trusted—she trusted Captain Avare and Lieutenant Capel of the Light Troops as well; they’d served in Damoclea and were involved in the capture of Pelias together.

They were going to a wild country, a place full of rough country and untouched forests. Full of deep snow. “We should have loaded up BV-206s,” she had heard a Light Troops sergeant grumbling. “These things are going to sink in some of those valleys.” Grey sure hoped not.

Captain Avare waved to her. “Good luck, Grey. See you on the ground.”

“Good luck to you too!” she waved back, and headed for the ramp.

The engines, once the planes were loaded, made a squealing from the wheels on the rough ice patched runway through the un-insulated fuselage, and the first CM-7 suddenly lifted off, landing gear tucking in, and headed for the sky.

General Shinhusar watched from the control tower grimly. He had wanted to go, but had been ordered by the new Air Force Chief of Staff, General Vrinn, that there was no way in Hell he was going. “You are a base commander now, you have to act like it,” she had said sharply. “Pick one of your best flight leaders for it and delegate.”

That was Major Sisera Harosheth, a stocky prematurely balding officer with no nerves at all. Outside of being in the Air Force, he struck Shinhusar as a fool; in fact if you just saw him you’d certainly think that, watching him slopping whatever he was given into the mess into his wide mouth, laughing like an idiot at some slapstick comedy. However he was a cool, confident flyer. Everyone loved hearing about fighter pilots and attack helicopter pilots, but flying transport birds was part of the backbone of the entire New Edomite military, not just the Air Force. Without supplies and fuel none of it worked. Harosheth was reliable, had done a number of search and rescue, paratroop support and special operations missions, it was why he was here.

Shinhusar folded his arms as though he’d intended to be in the tower, as though he liked this part of his job. Shit, I’m getting old, he thought. His envy for the younger men and women was a pang in him. The lights winked as the two CM-7s headed off for Jehenna…

by **The Vorindun** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 2:51 pm

Kristen now had enough, especially after the latest text from Martin. She had her marching orders from her cousin, and until she married Jori, he was her lawful lord. The pain of his rejection had eased by now. Martin loved her, but not in the way that she had loved him. It was her lot in life, with Martin, with Septimus...until Jori. She adored him, practically worshiped him, just as she had with Martin, and even Septimus until he had spurned her.

She burst into Nathan's presence, throwing herself on the floor in front of him, eyes red, beating her breasts....looking a genuine mess....

"Thank you, Imperial Majesty, but please do not do this! Not for me! I withdraw the trial by combat challenge! I will face the courts instead. Whatever it takes, but do not risk your own life for me! It was rash folly to make that challenge on my part. Surely the courts can handle this, with evidence, trials, witnesses, etc. You know, the rule of law! I panicked when I made that challenge, thinking that I would defend myself as my own champion and save everyone the trouble of a trial. Instead, I made things worse by dragging you into it! Please, Imperial Majesty, do not endanger your life and leave my stepsister a widow, my niece and nephews fatherless!" Kristen begged on her knees before Nathan, that desperate to stop the match.

"If not, let me defend myself as my own champion, as I originally intended! Your life matters more than mine!" she continued to plead with him.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Tue Jan 13, 2015 10:41 pm

“Distress”
The Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

Margarethe couldn’t help herself….she began to wail at even the thought of her dear daughter being executed on trumped-up charges by some ignorant northern lout. Kristen had already dealt with enough misery from her marriage to Septimus, who incidentally forwarded an apology, believe it or not…..something that she passed on, but never replied….he was still unforgiven with Margarethe for neglecting her daughter’s needs.

Malibar held his pretty wife close to him. “There there, try not to fret. The Edomites are coming from the west, Imperial forces are coming from the north, and my brother Baldakar is coming with men from the east...even with some men of Gauekoizarra, compliments of Inigo and Lise.” Malibar attempted to reassure her. “By all accounts, Prince Jori of Jehenna loves Kristen fiercely, and he will die for her if needs be.”

“So, he is better than Septimus, thank God! Finally, she has a man who loves her back. Thank you, mein susse, for reassuring me. I just….worry about my children. They’re my daughters. I have no sons. I live for you and for my daughters, nothing more than that,” Margarethe calmed down a little and kissed her husband on the mouth, “well, maybe my nephews, but we won’t drag that up again. It is strictly platonic with Alois these days, I swear.”

Malibar found that thought distasteful. “It is enough to know that now you are mine and I am yours. And perhaps if God is willing you might bear another child...God knows I have worked diligently towards that end. Perhaps you shall be the mother to a son after all.” Malibar said as he stroked his wife’s hair and kissed her while keeping her pressed close.

“Well, since you mentioned it, now that I am sure that Kristen will be fine….we could work again to that end. I quit using the Pill this week. I might already have conceived,” Margarethe smiled and kissed him harder.

Malibar worked at her dress, savoring the feeling of her skin under his touch. “If you were to conceive, what would you want the child to be?” Malibar asked before kissing her neck.

“A son, preferably, but a daughter would be loved as well. I would love to have a little prince that I could pamper and spoil rotten,” Margarethe admitted, “his sisters would fawn all over him, too.”

“Indeed. A princess would be one of the most eligible in all the world...think of the royal connections that she would bring! Or maybe if you undergo fertility treatment, you could have more than one.” Malibar remarked as he kissed her bosom. “You are right. Kristen is fine and can take care of herself. And I have a feeling that Jakobe is too reckless and brazen to win in a Trial by Combat against Nathan...he is very calculating and methodical when it comes to arms...he seems to have the magic touch.” Malibar explained as he back her up onto the bed.

“Nathan can win, then?” Margarethe wanted to make sure, be reassured.

“Yes, I am confident in that. As confident as I am in your beauty and grace.” Malibar said softly as he cast off his clothes. He had been stressed out...he was ready for this...needed it.

“Give me another child….son or daughter….I do not care! Put another one inside me!” Margarethe urged her husband as she removed her last articles of clothing and bared her incredible bust to him.

The King of Dakmoor eased himself into his Queen upon getting her undressed...she was clearly ready for him. “How badly do want it?” Malibar asked her as he leaned upon her to kiss her face.

“I want you very bad….are you very bad?” Margarethe laughed as she welcomed his aggressive moves, “I guess so…..my King.”

“I am very bad...I know all those dirty tricks you like.” Malibar laughed as he got into a rhythm that he knew she enjoyed.

“Yes, well, I used them to entice you, didn’t I, so that makes me a naughty girl myself, doesn’t it?” Margarethe snickered as she moved just right to let her husband further inside.

“On the contrary, twas I that enticed you, my love. I drew you into my snare...although your snare I quite enjoy.”

“Do you now…..well, enjoy away...as much you wish,” Margarethe implored Malibar….so great she felt with him inside…..even better than Alois. He had permanently taken away her appetite for younger men.

“Would that it would be enough...the Queen of Dakmoor is a woman that ought to be pleased.” The King freed a hand to maneuver down there…

“My dear King, you have never failed me yet…..that’s more than I can say for anyone else,” Margarethe assured him as she welcomed his services…

“And you, my Queen, have never failed me yet either...I sincerely doubt you ever will.” Malibar was focused on his Queen now...he wanted make her lose control...God knew he needed to.

Oh, damn, Malibar!” was all that Margarethe could say as she enjoyed being taken by Malibar…..she felt increasing excitement over it.

She liked what he was doing, so he did more of that. It was nice for him too. “I love you, Margarethe, Queen of Dakmoor.”

Margarethe moved yet again to take him further within her...she wanted him very deep inside, “I love you, too, King Malibar.”

This far into the act, there were hardly any words that could be said...just the act itself, of going all the way in and kissing passionately. A sustained pistoning that went on for a time...

And then the geyser gushed out….the explosion came, rocking both of them, until Margarethe was utterly exhausted and slumped to the bed.

When it happened, it rocked the man to his very core. He gave her his seed as deep as he could, and then he slumped down on top of her, enjoying the feeling of her beneath him. He enjoyed kissing the sweat from her bosom and running his large hands through her hair, feeling the sandy blond strands between his fingers. “God damn woman...might I say you sure know how to come.”

“I have always been a lover of men….well, now a lover of my man. You and you alone benefit from this now. But I definitely love what you do to me….the ecstasy that you bring me,” Margarethe said as she kissed him harder than ever.

“...Do you remember that thing I did after the first time we shared a bed? You remember...this.” Malibar went down on her.

“Yes….that I definitely do. You’re my…..,” Margarethe couldn’t finish her sentence as she felt goose bumps all over her body and began squirming.

There was something about this particular thing that she enjoyed...it seemed to drive her mad. That was something he enjoyed. Granted, he didn’t care for the taste of his own seed, but alas, how it made her feel was well worth the effort.

Margarethe was now a wild animal and she went into a mental state that shut out all rational thought…..she just totally surrendered to the moment, accepting and reveling in the pleasure. She had reached the point of no return…..of complete abandon.

Naturally, the King didn’t stop, not with her being in the state she was in. He kept going, wondering how she was going to react when she couldn’t take it anymore…

Finally, it happened, but to an ignorant outsider, it would have seemed like an epileptic fit….Margarethe jerked, flinched, thrashed, and twisted her body all over, her legs and arms akimbo….she yielded entirely and stretched as far as she could, until she collapsed from exhaustion and went totally limp again.

Malibar finished upon seeing the reaction, and then he laid next to her. “You see? I know what you like, and I am not afraid to deliver the goods. Do you feel better, my love?” The king kissed her shoulder and caressed her bosom.

“Much better, mein Konig. Much better,” Margarethe sighed, her breathing rather shallow now from sheer fatigue.

“Dare I assume that you can’t even handle anymore?” Malibar asked as he kissed her.

“I need to rest for now….but do not fear. There will be much more to come,” Margarethe assured him, “I am not done with you, Sire, not by a long shot.”

Malibar laughed. “You are quite eager to conceive, aren’t you?” The King asked before kissing her on the mouth again, with tongue.

“Very much so. One last child, probably, and he or she will be yours. My nest will not be empty for long after all,” Margarethe answered between kisses.

“You sure you don’t want to try for two? Just one?” Malibar asked.

“Well, twins would be nice….if I am lucky enough to ward off the change of life, then a second would be possible. We shall see,” Margarethe said as she made out with him.

“And the girls would be ok with this?”

“They had better be. If not, hard cheese, as they say. I obey you, mein Herr, not them. I love them to death, but the wife submits to her husband, not her daughters. Plus, you do things for me that, well….you get the idea,” Margarethe chuckled a belly laugh.

“Only the things that I know please you. By the way, what are your thoughts on Flavia?”

“She is a complete prude, you know that, but she can move past that to be ruthless at times. Blame the prudery on her father, of course. Maximus Ahenobarbus was a classic case of the uptight and sanctimonious set, thankfully a minority among Roman aristocrats. Lucky for him that his wife was just as bad about that as he. I respect her, anyway. She is a lioness in defense of her cubs. Including your son-in-law, the Emperor, of course. She’s why Fulvius Balbo was exiled to Tor. Well, she and Caroline Zuria, her daughter, both of whom wrote to Valerian, demanding his transfer. I think that he really did it because she’s a cousin and thus so is Caroline and the Emperor himself. Valerian might have also done it for Carla, not wanting to permit an insult to her nephew. He personally dislikes Nathan, well, that’s the wrong word. He likes him, but finds him exasperatingly immature.”

Malibar sighed. “He is immature, and I blame Albert for that. Hopefully he will grow out of it. And Carla is hardly important, if only a personal friend...so I have heard.”

“Malibar….there is something that you should know. I’ve heard it through….friends of mine. But I do believe it. The Ambassador to Constantinople and the Roman Legate in Maximeum both agree about it. Carla was more than a friend to the Augustus. She was his lover.”

“And? Whether they were lovers or not is of little consequence, considering she bore him no bastard offspring.”

“Maybe not. Though some have speculated otherwise. Valerian reportedly started it as revenge for her brother sleeping with Aelia. He opted for that over the revenge that Albert offered him, which was Christopher Zuria in chains.”

“How petty...I never thought Valerian could stoop so low. And are you suggesting that Marcus Haro is Valerian’s son?”

“Who knows? But I think that Valerian was furious at the time. Who could blame him? What man wouldn’t be? So he opted for a revenge that still spared Christopher his dignity, especially as he was his cousin. He divorced Aelia not longer afterward. He apparently grew to like Carla, however, and supposedly, she grew to like him. He just got a transfer right at that time and returned to Constantinople. I only brought that up because Valerian, while not amorous with her anymore, has a soft spot for Carla. He might have acted partly to be kind to her. Seems that Balbo had implied that Nathan was a sucker of his wife’s teats….your daughter’s teats.”

“Such insults will not do...it is a good thing Balbo is in Tor with the Antzigas. Although, to be fair, I certainly don’t mind sucking on my wife’s teats, circumstances permitting.”

“Yes, not sure what the real fuss is. But it apparently infuriated Caroline and Flavia to hear that such things were said about Nathan. They didn’t take that lying down at all. Bear in mind that Flavia is basically an Albert in a skirt….she’s Imperial Adjunct for a reason. Submissive to Raymond, but to no one else. She’s an Ahenobarba. One man is the most that can expect her submission, and that only her own husband. She is the sort of woman that if someone harmed a hair of her grandsons’ or granddaughters’ heads, she would pull out his beating heart and show it to him.”

“Raymond never struck me as the sort of man that desired a submissive woman. I never have either, let alone most Ghantish men.”

“I know. That is a culture clash, I suppose. Or Kultur, in my case. German Vorindun women are headstrong, but still fundamentally obedient to their husbands, nonetheless. Roman women seem more obviously subordinate, but also quite steely in their own way...and the Ahenobarbi of both sexes have very hot tempers. Including the Emperor Valerian, I might add.”

“You seem to be privy to many rumors...many secrets. I wonder if there are any that you think would be worth bringing to my attention.”

“Well, you know….I have heard this, but it could be wrong. Nathan is said to have a mistress.”

“...How would you know such a thing?”

“The consul in Eskura. Fritigern Alauda. He is….well, very prone to be chatty and talk a bit about such things. He mentioned it last night in a private IM. He claims to have witnessed some rather….friendly body language and that the Roman Legate to Draconis is mysteriously following the Emperor, your son-in-law, like a lost puppy.”

“Who else knows of this at court?”

“Probably half the entourage. I doubt that anyone here in Ghish would know, outside of maybe the Romans and the Vorindun and a few others. Gaudentia Ovida, that is her name. Sister to a senator, daughter to another.”

“...This is interesting news...I will need to process it. Not sure what to make of it.”

“Well, anything to help my husband, dear,” Margarethe gave him a kiss…”would you like some beer?”

“Yes, that would serve nicely. By the way, what do you know about Nathan and Helga?”

“Nathan and Helga? Oh, that. You mean that Karl refused his suit of Helga? That he did, thinking Nathan was too childish for her. My late nephew Karl was such a stiff shirt at times. Very strict martinet and autocrat within the family. His idea of manhood and such was very influenced by martial virtues.”

“Like fighting someone in single combat? Do you think Nathan has a chip on his shoulder?”

“Sounds like he does. Now Karl didn’t approve of trial by combat, however. It was lawless and anarchic, as he saw it. He tended to encourage things like military service and the like. He believed fiercely in the rule of law. In orderly governance. That sort of thing. Propriety as well. He was such a prude. I loved him, but he was a prude.”

“Tell me true. What have you heard about the children on my side, and what do you think about them?” Malibar asked. He thought of Margarethe’s girls as his own...he wondered if she thought of his children as hers as well to some degree.

“Sophia seems very sweet. She does have a reputation for being controlling and manipulative, but when I met her, that wasn’t my impression. Though I could be wrong. She seemed so...sad. She is really lonely. More so than Nathan, I think. She didn’t seem at all like the shrew that she is portrayed as by people like Dagobert Pepin,” Margarethe brought up the most famous case.

“And my sons?”

“Michael seems a very sentimental man. I wonder how happy he really is with Mara, however. She does not strike me as a woman of deep emotions and great sentiment. She seems more the vivacious, gregarious, effervescent sort of woman. He is more poetic, more romantic. Their styles seem to clash. She likes him and he seems to worship her. That’s a stark contrast,” Margarethe explained.

“What about Martin?”

“Martin strikes me as the most solid and sensible of the lot. He is definitely his father’s son. He seems to have the weight of responsibility for the family’s future fully shouldered. He seems far more practical, though he has a romantic side, no doubt expressly entirely through Maria.”

“Speaking of which...what do you think about Princess Maria of Garza?”

“A very passionate, if intensely jealous woman. I hear that she slapped the Ice Queen for touching Martin’s butt through his clothes,” Margarethe laughed, “I do believe that she is completely devoted to him. A good woman indeed. I know that you didn’t approve, my dear, but she truly does care for him and vice versa. A pity that your other children will not have as happy of marriages, I fear.”

Malibar sighed heavily. “Martin will do what he likes because he knows he is my heir...so he will have his cake. Sophia and Michael both have the same problem, that being that they are in love with their spouses in matches that were meant to be political in nature. Which causes problems. Sophia set the example for her younger brothers, and it is doing more harm than good.”

“I understand that you were hoping for more convenience than romance with them. I understand. Karl felt similarly in many ways. He wanted political matches for his brothers and cousins. However, the hot blood of youth sometimes does frustrate one’s intentions. For me, of course, I did marry for love. I hope that you realize that. Well, this time around. My first husband was more of a convenience.”

“Aye, the feeling is mutual. Hopefully Maria will have her uses.”

“Knowing her, she probably will. For one thing, she is the one Garzan princess with no chance at all of the Garzan crown, much as Martin might wish otherwise, being Protestant. So she is more or less Ghantish by necessity, and Dakmaran to boot.”

Malibar sat up in the bed and drank from the beer that Margarethe brought him. “Well, for the rest of it, we will just have to wait and see, eh? It is my hope that Nathan prevails, or that forces can arrive in time to interrupt it.”

“What sort of resistance do they face?” Margarethe wondered.

“Depends on who wins, really. If Nathan wins, Jori is King and Kristen is Queen. If Jakobe wins...well, he won’t like people showing up at his doorstep armed.”

“If he kills Kristen, I will personally neuter and then dismember him,” Margarethe warned her husband.

“I wouldn’t blame you for that. Sophia would want to do the same.”

“I can see that. Nathan’s faults aside, he does love her and she loves him. It’s not the kind of love that makes sense to me, but it is their love. For my part, I do not grasp what would possess her to love Nathan that strongly. He is a nice man, but he is not as mature or reasonable at times,” Margrarethe observed.

“Childhood affections are at play there.”

“I see. Much like Kristen with her cousin Martin, though he didn’t requite those. She never found love, really, until she met Jori. Septimus was a complete waste of time.”

“Well, I suppose the third time’s a charm then isn’t it? Jori is a good man and true. Lise seems to be doing alright as well. Seems as though Queens run in your family.”

“So, it does seem. I wasn’t born royal. I married into it, twice now, in fact. I was a noblewoman, however. Daughter of Freiherr Gunther von Lange and Gretchen Kaunitz. Sister of Otto and Maria-Lise Lange. As you know. Quite the rise. By the way, Otto’s son Helmut is somewhere up North. I’m not sure where.”

“Your nephew Helmut von Lange is up north, you say? Doing what?”

“He claims it is a personal fact-finding mission. Not sure why. Probably idle tourism or something. Like Kristen, he seems to be fascinated with how medieval the North really is,” Margarethe explained as she fed Malibar part of her chocolate granola bar, “I suspect that he is really there to keep tabs on Kristen and Lise.”

“A good man then, to do that for his cousins. Maybe he will find a good woman up there.”

“Who knows, with Helmut. He is a mystery, even to me. He spends a lot of time with Klaas DeVries, a naval intelligence officer of some prominence. He was at the wedding ball, Commander DeVries, I mean,” Margarethe said casually as she kissed him again and fed him some cherries.

“I suppose we shall just have to wait and see if he appears, then.”

“He has appeared, “ a cold, distant voice broke out, knocking at the door.

“Oh?” Malibar quickly threw on a robe, and tossed one at Margarethe, shame as it were to see her body covered.

A man with an eyepatch over his left eye and a rather limp left leg entered the room suddenly.

“Commander Klaas DeVries, at your service,” he smiled.

“You want your daughter protected, yes? Helmut is already working on that. Long before the Kaiser sent off his message. At last report, he was able to barely send off a message that he had arrived in Eskura. That was early this morning.”

“This is good. HIs service is appreciated.” Malibar said in gratitude.

“He is a good man. He fears that he might be too late, but I know him. He will get the job done. The job for him is to protect Kristen. The job for me is….well, I can’t really say right now,” Klaas remained secretive.

“Fair enough. Should you communicate with him, tell him that his aunt and uncle send their regards.” Malibar offered.

“Assuming that he can get back into contact and get the reception again, that would be nice, of course. I must ask, honestly, why is the Emperor doing this? This is very dangerous. He must surely know that. I appreciate his effort to protect Kristen, as do we all, but surely another means could be found for the head of state,” the naval officer wondered.

“He has always had a desire for personal glory, to do something worthy of song and legend.” Malibar said.

“When done in the service of the nation, that is a noble and worthy thing. When done in pursuit of personal vanity, it can be more problematic,” Klaas nodded.

“Well, Jakobe could be construed as a threat to the stability of the nation. So, killing him could be doing Ghant a favor, one could argue.” Malibar stated.

“Interesting. Has it occurred to you, Sire, that perhaps some of the northern lords are a bit….troublesome for the purposes of the Empire?” Klaas awkwardly brought up a notion.

“Possibly. But they stay in line because they know their ambitions otherwise would not be successful.”

“And what if they thought otherwise? Perhaps that would not be such a bad thing. Hypothetically speaking,” Klaas lit a cigar and spoke cryptically.

“What are you getting at, Klass?” Malibar asked.

“I think that the Commander is implying that it might not be so bad to lance the boil and let out the poison,” Margarethe grasped his meaning with clarity.

“And how would you have me do that?” Malibar asked.

“Possibly instigate a chain of events that result in minor local risings which require a stronger role by the central government to suppress them. Then as Lord Paramount and Imperial Adjunct, you could create your own sort of balance of power, one where power is more clearly held in southern hands, with the Emperor and the southern kings.”

“That is an interesting idea...I will have to consider it, although I trust the northern lords in my corner to do the heavy lifting for me, so I can maintain a clean reputation.”

“Are they loyal men, these northern lords and kings? All of them, loyal to the Crown and to your position as Lord Paramount?” Klaas inquired, truly still staggered by just how fiercely the Ghantar held onto their traditional modes of governance.

“Enough of them to keep things the way I want them. And with Kristen in Jehenna and Lise in Gauekoizarra, I have a much stronger ability to project my influence into the north.”

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to have friends in high places. Such as Jori of Jehenna and what was the King’s name again in Gauekoizarra? Inigo? Now, if Jori is made King, what then? Kristen is Queen of Jehenna?” Klaas inquired.

“Yes, that would be the case.” Malibar answered.

“Well, that would be an excellent start, wouldn’t it? Who among the northern kings and lords might be the most dubious…..least reliable? Other than King Jakobe, of course.”

“Queen Murbella of Nodua and King Urtzi of Thule.” Malibar answered.

“Ah, well, perhaps you and I can discuss this in the morning. Had to make the introduction, though, so as to make clear that Helmut and I are working on things. I will not disturb Your Majesty and Her Majesty any further. Business is done for the night. I leave you to your pleasure,” Klaas bowed slightly and departed.

“He truly is a strange man, that one,” Margarethe admitted, before grabbing her husband and planting a lip lock on him.

Malibar grinned as he removed the robe from his wife’s body as he kissed her. “That is one thing I have always like about robes...they are so easy to remove.”

“I quite agree,” Margarethe answered, kneeling to remove the belt to her husband’s robe with her teeth.

It wasn’t but seconds before her mouth was of service to her husband again. God, she loved Malibar madly and wanted to make that undeniably clear to him.

Malibar, for his part, felt no Distress...aside from apprehension regarding the Trial by Combat...

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:53 am

(OOC: today is my birthday! Thank you all for participating and reading along!)
Trial by Combat
The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

"A trial by combat, where a man’s guilt or innocence is determined in the eyes of the Gods by having two other men fight each other to the death...says something about the Gods." Princess Belandra of Ghant, 1275 CE

The Emperor of Ghant walked with his entourage to the armory to scope out something to wear. He would have been lying to himself had he said he wasn’t nervous…this was a life or death situation, as Gaudentia put it.

He remembered the Roman beauty shouting at him from the corridor he was in previously. Her concern for him was most touching, and he did appreciate it. It was enough for Nathan to rush towards her, after checking to make sure that there was no one looking. He pinned her against the wall, pressed his groin against hers and kissed her deeply. “Fear not…the man is a monster, that much is evident. I will kill him and put an end to this…and deliver a crown upon dear Kristen’s head. As for you, please be easy. I will be victorious for I know she is innocent, and then afterwards I will come for you. I will hold you tight and make sweet love to you until the night is old. I promise I shall return to you.” Nathan smiled as he stroked her strawberry blonde hair. Then with another passionate kiss, he compelled himself away and continued to prepare for the event at hand.

He tried not to think about losing…he couldn’t do that. Losing meant death…he had never truly been in a situation such as that. He thought about his children, he thought about Sophia and Gaudentia. He thought about his country. He had to win, because there was little other choice. History was watching and the world was watching.

The Emperor received numerous texts from concerned parties, including one such from his future brother-in-law Martin. Nathan responded with the following.

I will not fail, for I know that Kristen is innocent and so do the Gods. They will lend the strength to my blade necessary to prevail. I will not let Jakobe get away with this…he shall perish and your cousin shall reign as Queen with Jori as her husband and King. I place my faith in the Gods…so should you.

Nathan had to respond to a few such texts, but despite all that, Nathan had made his decision. He would be the first King or Emperor of Ghant to participate in a Trial by Combat, and in the first such in a thousand years to feature to sovereigns against one another…the last time being King Cygnus of Gauekoizarra who cast down King Dagoba of Odolargia. This would be either his greatest triumph or his greatest tragedy, that much was for certain.

As Nathan went towards the armory, Princess Kristen came up on him, a mess of tears and quivering flesh. "Thank you, Imperial Majesty, but please do not do this! Not for me! I withdraw the trial by combat challenge! I will face the courts instead. Whatever it takes, but do not risk your own life for me! It was rash folly to make that challenge on my part. Surely the courts can handle this, with evidence, trials, witnesses, etc. You know, the rule of law! I panicked when I made that challenge, thinking that I would defend myself as my own champion and save everyone the trouble of a trial. Instead, I made things worse by dragging you into it! Please, Imperial Majesty, do not endanger your life and leave my stepsister a widow, my niece and nephews fatherless!" Kristen begged on her knees before Nathan, that desperate to stop the match.

Nathan sighed with a sad smile. “It is too late for that…what is done is done. Do not fear, o sister-in-law.

The Emperor ventured down into the armory with Desmond, Lyl, Rolli, Marcus and Argider to scan the selection of armor that he might be able to use for the Trial. The pieces were not to his liking and were of fairly low quality. “Let me guess…Jakobe is going to come out wearing the finest armor this side of the Iluns, and I am going to be stuck wearing this shit.” Nathan said as he combed the racks. Some of the armor looked like it had been there for hundreds of years…all banged up and rusted were several such pieces.

Princesses Josephine, Jana and Jessica came into the armory, all dressed in simple court dresses. Nathan knew that Josephine was 23, Jana 17, and Jessica 14. They all looked alike too, with black hair, dull blue eyes, and with dark freckles all over.

Nathan bowed before them. “Hell, Princesses, is there something I can do for you?”

Josephine addressed the Emperor after they all did a curtsy. “No, but we can help you. This armor is in poor condition, truly…but we know of a set that is pristine and high quality.”

That got Nathan’s attention. “Do you now? Perhaps you could show it to me?”

“Of course!” Jessica squealed. “Anything to help you get rid of Jakobe for us!”

Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Is he even cruel to his sisters?”

“…In ways not worth getting into.” Jana lamented.

Nathan shook his head and shuddered at the thought, before allowing himself to be led away from the armory, down the hall and towards the vaults. The iron doors were sealed tight, but Josephine had a key. She used it to fumble at the lock, and then she opened the vault door with a hefty push. She picked up a lantern that was on a table outside the doors and led the way inside.

What Nathan saw took his breath away. Upon a rack was a formidable looking set of armor, enameled white with gold inlaid, without a scratch or a dent on it. The shield was also painted gold with a white eagle. Even in the dim light, the armor set seemed to sparkle.

“…That is the most beautiful set I have ever seen.” Nathan commented with wide eyes. “How did it come to be here?”

Josephine explained the story. “When Jehenna fell to Imperial forces in 1873, the smiths of the city made a fine set of armor and a shield for Prince Leo, who as you know was the one that accepted the yielding of the city and had the banners dipped and the knights bend the knee. However, when the armor was finished, Leo said he didn’t want it, saying something along the lines of, ‘the war is over, no need for new armor.’ So it was that it was kept here as a trophy…but now seems as good a time as any for it to be used, wouldn’t you say?”

“Indeed I would say so.” Nathan remarked, the armor sparkling in his eyes. He and the princesses helped to remove the pieces from the rack and back up to his quarters, while his loyal men were summoned to attend him.

They all asked him where the armor came from…Marcus, Desmond, Rolli, Argider, Lyl, Darrin Dyn and Jonos Esku, etc. He told them all the story, and they all seemed quite surprised. “Almost feels like destiny.” Lyl remarked with a grin.

“Yeah, with this armor, you will stand a decent chance.” Desmond commented.

“I would hope so.” Nathan said in response as his companions dressed him. The armor was a decent fit…apparently, Prince Leo of Ghant and Nathan were not dissimilar in size. It took at least a good twenty minutes to get him properly suited up, and he had his arragard steel sword Ordainsari along with the golden shield with the white Gentry eagle upon it.

Nathan took a deep breath and walked out with his entourage from his chambers, down the hall. Down some stairs he went, and down another hall to a large set of double oaken doors. On the other side of them was the so called Pit of Jehenna. A large round chamber dug into the earth, with circular platforms around the central floor where combatants would fight. The chamber had an ominous feeling to it, with large statues half carved into the walls where fires were lit in the pits mouths and eyes.

There was a set of steps that led from the entrance down to the large circular dueling ground, which the Emperor walked down flanked by his men. He had a cape dangling behind him bearing the sigil of his House, and even the helm that matched the set was gold with a white eagle on top. There must have been a thousand people there lining the platforms, looking at him in a sense of awe. Nathan wasn’t sure if it was the armor, or the fact that it was the Emperor of Ghant.

In any case, he had a few words he wanted to say while he had everyone’s attention…

“Standing at the mouth of madness
Devoured by the everlasting chasm
Faced with an endeavor all my own
When fate itself has yet to be shown
I can see the horizon oh so clearly
Yet my mind and body seem so weary
This path has been lead me to this time
My destiny is none other than mine

Caught between life and death
I stand against my greatest foe
How will I choose to fight, and with
Will I be victorious, or will I die and go
I know which is true and which is false
For the Princess be true, noble much more
To fight for justice, and virtue, brings me peace
I can't bring myself to see harm come to those I adore
For the anger inside is building
For those I swore an oath
I shall not suffer death
Righteousness is in me but love I cannot revoke

I fight for a side I think is right
She is in danger and so I shall fight
I will not let her fall at the hands of our enemy
And none shall offer me nothing but sympathy
For I have embraced the passion of my heart
And for that I now side against the dark
The light shall prevail by my hand alone
And soon I shall reign on my Obsidian Throne

In the end of my fate I am the master
A battle in which my heart beats faster
But soon I find myself face to face
With a life I shall not misplace
For the honor to stand and fight is in me
Against the wicked king, who shall deceive
And now I must rise again
For the cause of justice, which I defend
For though they did nothing to stop what I saw as her death
She had yet to take her very last breath
Her life saved after I chose to stand in the light
And to atone for my mistakes, for her I must fight

And soon I shall vanquish my enemy
In the dwindling twilight remedy
At last I have returned order to the world
For the wrongs that I have allowed to occur
No longer do I stand alone in the dark
For these are the trials of the heart”

Nathan turned around to the sound of clapping from none other than Jakobe himself. The man was wearing solid black armor with the crossed axes and crown upon his breastplate. He wielded a wicked looking axe in his right hand, and a long, spiked chain whip in his left. “Very, very good, your Majesty. Such a poet and a romantic you are. Tis a shame that such virtues do not help men win in combat.”

“We shall see, Jakobe…we shall see.” Nathan remarked as he stood his ground and watched his companions vacate the floor, leaving only Nathan, Jakobe and the shaman who was to announce them.

The venerable shaman raised his voice so that it might fill the chamber, as people stood around the ring and looked on. “In the sight of Gods and men, we gather to ascertain the guilt or innocence of Princess Kristen of the Vorindun. May the Gods grant her mercy, such justice as she deserves, and may the Gods lend their strength to whichever champion is true.”

Just then, a pair of men brought forth a cauldron, with what looked like glistening hot oil in it. Jakobe dipped his spiked chain whip into it…up to the handle almost, and then he pulled it out. With a grin, Jakobe held out the wet whip as one of the men lit it on fire. As the flames engulfed it, Nathan knew what it was…it could only be one thing. A Jehennar whip.

In days of old, the Jehennar would wield flaming whips to strike fear into the hearts of men. This had to have been one such. Nathan dreaded the prospect of going up against a flaming spiked chain whip, but alas he had little in the way of a choice. All Nathan could do was put on his helm and prepare his sword and shield. Jakobe did the same, with axe in his right hand, whip in his left, and a great spiked helm upon his head, to add some more inches to his already 6’7’’ height.

The shaman stepped outside the ring, and took a torch and dropped it into a round gutter around the central grounds. Flames rose from the gutters to create a ring of fire sealing the combatants within. It was at that point that the shaman bellowed. “Old Gods, cast your will upon us. Show us the truth, strike a man down if his cause by false or give strength to his sword if his cause be true. Let the Trial by Combat begin!”

Jakobe wasted no time, lashing out with his flaming whip to strike hard against the Emperor’s shield. Nathan didn’t doubt that Jakobe would use it to hit him in the face, which would be most painful indeed. Nathan, for his part, backed away so he could assess his opponent.

Nathan might have been smaller than Jakobe and not as physically strong, but he's also, while maybe not always the most effective ruler, a lot more mentally stable than Jakobe…or so he assumed. That would matter in a fight…

The Jehennar shouted as she lashed out with the whip again, striking Nathan on the side of the helm. The strike dazed him for a moment. Jakobe had great range with that weapon, and could lash out at Nathan from several feet away. It was a most intimidating looking weapon, the way it burned and gave up such light and heat. It was almost mesmerizing…

Nathan tried to step into Jakobe with a thrust of his sword. The twisted axe slashed at it as the whip wound back. The whip could be used at a distance, while the axe up close, it would seem, which was a difficult combination to overcome. The whip was a slow weapon to use, however, and Nathan needed only maneuver his body to avoid getting lashed.

Nathan did just that, side stepping and swinging his sword in a vertical arc, which Jakobe again deflected with his axe.

Sword and axe clashed as the whip wound back and forth in arcs of flame. Jakobe laughed as he continued to use his size and strength to bear down on him. “I am going to enjoy killing you and taking away from you all that you hold dear.”

“You have to kill me first…which will be no simple task.” Nathan responded as he stepped back and then did a horizontal slash, which Jakobe jumped back from.

“You shouldn’t even waste either of our times…just die now. No need to be a cunt…which I suspect you love to eat.” Jakobe grinned as he whipped Nathan’s thigh.

“At least I am not a rapist.” Nathan responded in a muzzled tone as he hopped away from that strike. Even through the armor he could feel the strength and the heat of the whip. He wouldn’t be able to outlast Jakobe.

“You are good against court dandies…but now you face a northern warrior.” Jakobe rushed towards Nathan and slammed him in the chest with his axe.

That didn’t feel good, either, and the Emperor had to do his best to shrug off being winded by the blow. He couldn’t afford to let himself be winded, as that would mean death. Nathan wasn’t ready to die just yet.

Nathan felt better about trying to stay close. Perhaps that was the point of the whip…to try to keep opponents close and within striking range of the axe. As long as Nathan could remain close, the whip was less threatening. For the whip could be devastating, and Nathan was already feeling pain in his legs and abdomen from those strikes.

Jakobe had also used his size, strength and whip to push Nathan towards the edge of the arena, close to the gutter with the ring of fire that rose high. The Emperor had to jump to the side in order to avoid the flames. He used both his shield and sword to parry and block the blows from his axe.

The sound of steel against steel rang loudly through the chamber and echoed as the two men grunted and tried their hardest to kill the other. At first the fight was cautious and reserved, but now it was close quarters combat with weapons of steel looking to give a cold caress of steel.

The two men struck at one another, their faces close, the smell of breath and sweat filling Nathan’s nostrils. Jakobe’s eyes were filled with contempt, those dull yellow orbs in his head. He bore down on the Emperor with all his might in an attempt to weaken and tire him.

This all went on for almost an hour, of dancing around each other and taking swings with their weapons, Nathan dodging blows from t he whip and trying to avoid growing too tired from fighting. Nathan was more worried about that than Jakobe was, he suspected.

Nathan had to back away, for he began having trouble blocking or parrying the blows. The Jehennar was too strong, to fierce and too aggressive, and Nathan needed some time and some space between himself and his opponent…

The flame whip lashed out and wrapped around Nathan’s sword, jerking it from his hand. With a mere flick, Jakobe slung it across the chamber, quite far out of reach. “Oh no, it would appear as though you lost your weapon, such shame!

Nathan was breathing hard…he could feel the exhaustion in his bones. He didn’t know what he could do…was he going to die? He had no weapon…he had to retrieve his sword if he was going to have any chance of prevailing…

Another swing of the whip cracked Nathan across the back of the helm, so hard that Nathan thought he got whiplash. He almost fell over, but he didn’t, somehow able to restore balance…

Another lash from the whip struck Nathan hard in the chest, sending him flying to the ground, his shield popping out as well. Yet in spite of that, Nathan struggled to remain on his feet. Yet Jakobe was fast, and he reached out and struck the Emperor in the face with the butt of his axe, sending him down to the ground with a face racked in pain. Then Jakobe was upon him, kicking the Emperor in the sides.

“What use are you, truly? A feckless, uxorious, romantic boy Emperor. Maybe I will be doing the world a favor by killing you. You are such a pathetic excuse for a man…a worm. Sophia deserves better…and I suspect you have been unfaithful. Perhaps you are an idiot after all.”

Nathan tried to get away…he tried to do a roll, but his armor felt so heavy…instead Nathan got kicked in the side of the head so hard that he was seeing double and his helm went flying off, leaving his head exposed. It felt painful…bruised, swollen, with a split lip.

“I told you this time would come…instead of making this end sooner, you made me have to work for it.” Jakobe continued to strike at Nathan’s body with the axe, leaving the flaming whip dangling near his face.

The Emperor could feel the pain in his face, as well as his chest and legs…he was hurting all over, and his vision seemed hazy. He was going to die, it seemed, although Jakobe was going to rub it in and toy with him first, as was his nature, apparently.

Jakobe’s pale yellow eyes lit up as he stared down at the battered and bruised Emperor. “End of the line little Emperor. Game’s up…time to die.”

Nathan in his world of pain merely looked up at him and said, “No.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Jakobe asked, letting the axe dangle over Nathan’s face as he got in position to bring it down upon his head.

There was no sense in lying this close to death. “I’m terrified…my father told me, you should always face what you are afraid of. For that is the only time a man can be truly brave.”

Jakobe laughed. “How ironic…you finally start acting like a man, just as death draws near.”

Nathan mustered enough courage to shout. “Get on with it then! My life was never worth much to begin with anyway. No matter what I ever did in life, it was never good enough. Everyone mocks me, or uses me or ridicules me. I was never fit for the world, never fit to be Emperor. Just let me die…make it quick.”

Jakobe cast aside his helmet using his left hand, letting his scarred face be clear to him. “Finally realizing it eh?” Jakobe said mockingly. “Aye, for you, your time is at an end. As for me, my time has just begun. I will forge a new Empire in the north, for there are others like me that grow tired of southern rule. I am but one of many, although my power shall be the greatest. All the pretty little Dakmarans and Gentries will have their heads on spikes. And these women of yours, I am going to fuck them bloody, each and every one. What do you think about that?”

Nathan’s eyes lingered on the axe floating above his head, ready to drop…it would be over quickly, at least. Through his dull senses he could hear the flickering flames of the flaming spiked chain whip. Nathan’s heavy eyes turned to see it…the flames dancing upon the steel of the chain. Such a dangerous weapon it could be…so foreboding.

“Yes…that’s it. Let the fire be the final thing you see. Let it fill your eyes, for the lights will go out shortly and the only thing for you shall be the abyss.” Jakobe taunted. “Any last words?”

“…The chain.” Nathan murmured. “The chain.”

“Aye…the chain.” Jakobe grinned as he raised the axe high before bringing it down on top of the Emperor’s face.

Nathan reached out with his mailed and gauntleted right hand and grabbed the flaming spiked chain whip, giving it a sharp pull downward with all of his remaining strength. Jakobe lost his balance and the axe grazed the left side of Nathan’s head. The Emperor then grabbed the chain with his other hand as well, and while Jakobe was staggered low, Nathan wrapped the whip around Jakobe’s neck.

The King screamed as the fire burned the flesh of his neck and the spikes bit into the skin. Nathan rose to his feet, despite how badly it hurt him. His face must have been a mess of blood and sweat upon swollen skin and eyes and busted lip. His sole focus was to get behind Jakobe then and strangle him with the chain whip.

Nathan thought back to his duel with Lalery at the Star Ball. He remembered how shameful it was to taunt him then…how wrong it was and how dishonorable it made people think of him. So this time around, with that lone thought in mind, Nathan merely gripped the whip as hard as he could and wound it as tight as he could around Jakobe’s neck.

After a few moments of Jakobe convulsing and his hands struggling against the chain, he slacked down lifelessly to the floor. Nathan let loose of the whip and stood there alone, in a dull haze amidst a chamber that had grown silent.

The shaman stepped forth as water was poured into the gutter to put the fire out. “The Gods have revealed the truth. Princess Kristen of the Vorindun, in the name of the Gods, you are hereby pronounced innocent.”

That was when the herald shouted. “The King is dead! Long live the King!”

“Hail King Jori! Long live the King! Hail King Jori! Long live the King!”

Then there was another chant…following that one. “Hail Queen Kristen! Long live the Queen! Hail Queen Kristen! Long live the Queen!”

Nathan, through dull senses and great pain…the worst he had ever felt, could hear the faint sound of the bells ringing in the distance, letting people know that the king was dead. People seemed happy, or at least that sensation was in the air. The thought made Nathan smile. It made him take a step forward.

It was very hard to take, and he looked down to see blood…from somewhere. Some unseen wound on his body, draining at his energy. He tried to take another step, but that one sent him falling to the ground. He looked up at the high ceiling of the chamber, the color of brown and grey, so dark.

He strained his ears as he felt the urge to fall asleep. “…The Emperor! Attend to him!”

“…He did it!”

“…Your Majesty!”

“…Nathan!”

“…We have company!”

So many voices, so much commotion. It seemed like happiness…but maybe it was apprehension…Nathan couldn’t know. He thought of several things as he faded in and out. Mangrim, Rosa, Gaudentia, Marcus…

But the last thing Nathan thought of before darkness overtook him was what he muttered as he was surrounded by friendly faces. “Sophia.”

by **New Edom** » Wed Jan 14, 2015 1:40 am

Jehenna, Ghant

Count Mangrim didn't really get what was going on. Many nations had some archaic customs. These people actually had social leaders who trained with armour and heavy hand weapons that were everywhere else in the world virtually worthless in combat. Yet here it was taken seriously. So seriously that a head of state had to abide by these strange laws of chivalry. And if he lost,apparently everyone would accept it, and if he won, everyone would accept it.

It didn't even seem to have occurred to anyone to say "Are you out of your mind? This is the Emperor! This is a Princess of the Vorindun!" But he knew it would do no good. As a hapless witness he watched.

Rosa felt sad watching it; she didn't want the ceremony to start--but it did. Nathan was a decent sort of man, but very muddled, and it seemed likely he would be badly hurt by this. It was a violent fight--as violent as anything she'd ever seen,yet very ceremonious. And she felt helpless too--helpless to know what to do if things went badly. She only had two clips for her pistol--what should she do? Save Nathan? Save Kristen? Just save herself and the count? It was a sick feeling she had as she watched, aware that she was perhaps decent with a knife, she was trained to kill, but these men were superb with hand weapons in ways she might never be, ones that you used at more than arm's length. It made her feel cold to see how Jakobe was so powerful, like a bear in human form, swift and sullenly sardonic and deadly.

At the final part of it, she began checking the exits--Jakobe, the sick evil creature, had won, there wasn't time for their own pepole to arrive, it was over. How loyal were Jakobe's guards? Could they get to the cars in time? She realized she was in the fog she had been ever since she had gotten to this country, impossible to plan anything.

And then Nathan won. She felt both relief and fear--how would people react? To her surprise--people began cheering. So much for Jakobe's coup. It was over.

Then he fell, and she realized he was more badly hurt than she'd thought, and she went unthinkingly quickly, to him, to apply what first aid and field trauma she knew--she was a search and rescue officer as well--and snapped, "Give him some room, help me with this armour, we need to stop the bleeding!"

Count Mangrim knew she knew what she was doing. Face pale, he began to send a message via his satellite phone to Ghish to advise Prince Amenmar that the Emperor had won--but might be gravely wounded.

The Expedition

The lanscape below the CM-7s was white and rolling and dotted with trees, it was a lonely looking landscape with trails of smoke from little hamlets and villages here and there. It reminded Major Sisera Harosheth of seeing posters and postcards from these northern lands, Christmas ones that had always struck him as being sad and full of loneliness.

This was a mission he wasn't happy about, at all. There was almost no intelligence at all, it was a complete fools' errand, done he suspected out of higher ups' panic. They didn't even know if the local airport would receive them, or if it would be a trap. The only thing he could do was radio ahead and see if they'd clear him. The rest of the crew were joking bitterly about it.

"We are as grass that is put in the Coureur and baked," his navigator said.

"Stow that, Lieutenant," he said mildly. "Alright, crew: a short life and a merry one, eh?" he cleared his throat and checked the frequency that he'd been given. "Jehenna Tower Control, this is Checker Flight-2 out of Landstrider, requesting landing for Checker Flight-2 and Checker Flight-1, over."

Well now he'd lit up the switchboards and revealed his position, if they didn't have it already. The S&R detail in the cargo area had no idea. According to their loadmaster they were mostly dozing or singing hymns or chatting quietly. His copilot, Captain Pardo, told the loadmaster: "Go tell their CO we're within the last half hour of approach."

by **Late Roman Empire** » Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:12 am

Gaudentia felt utterly nauseous as she saw the duel, there was no other way to think of it in her mind....it was a glorified duel under the thin pretext of a criminal justice procedure...and it was a duel to the death. It was sheer lunacy, of course. A proper legal and judicial system would have courts dealing with actual evidence, witnesses, paneling of judges or juries, opening and closing summations, arraignment, etc. There would be rules of evidence, discovery, subpoena, judicial decisions in response to various objections by counsel, etc.

This, by contrast, was barbaric. Savage, medieval, even. A young woman's life was being determined by which of two men was able to vanquish and butcher the other in rather brutal fashion. A local magnate and the head of state, her own, albeit quite married lover, the father of her unborn child, were locked in a vicious battle to the death over that young princess's future. What kind of madness was this? Gaudentia loved Nathan in spite of his flaws, that was true....in fact, she now understood Sophia's perspective a lot better these days...at any rate, but this was outrageous....no head of state, husband, lover, father....should be doing this, putting his own life at risk and thus directly affecting those in his life.

Gaudentia could see that Kristen, for her part, was absolutely horrified that her situation had put Nathan in peril. The Vorindun princess was pale as a ghost...in sheer terror, not to mention as red in the eyes as Gaudentia herself was....all stoic Roman dignity gone as tears came to her eyes. For Kristen, it was guilt over putting Nathan in this spot. For Gaudentia, it was her lover, even though she had been in this for politics before she fell for him....the man that she had come to love, in real physical and imminent peril. The father of her unborn child, still early in the pregnancy...very early. She felt so sick that she had to find the nearest necessary and empty her stomach.

When at last Gaudentia returned from the bathroom, she found Nathan and Jakobe both lying on the ground, with Captain Sharon standing over him, guiding things. Once the armor was gone, Gaudentia grabbed a scarf and applied as a tourniquet to stem the blood flow, while Kristen did her best to hold him in place....

"What blood type is he?" Gaudentia asked for someone to answer her....the Emperor's life could depend very well at this point on a donor.

"I am an O negative. I could give him blood," Kristen announced.

"Universal donor! Thank you, Princess! Will that help, Captain Sharon?" Gaudentia asked her.

by **The Batorys** » Wed Jan 14, 2015 4:06 pm

"Phone call." The aide's face formed a slight grimace, seeing he was interrupting.

The look his boss sent him made it clear that he was right to do so. For a minute, the grey-haired woman simply glared at him over her shoulder from the other side of the room, back-lit by candles. Eventually she spoke, through gritted teeth, voice gravelly with irritation. "From whom? It better be important." Smoke curled from the small altar she knelt before, eyes of the gods staring out from the small, stone, statues that depicted them. There were easily a dozen, all different, ominous figures at the center.

"It's... uh... the foreign minister..."

A slow sigh escaped the kneeling woman. "I'll take it here." As the aide retreated, she slowly climbed to her feet, stretching after doing so. There was the crack of old joints, followed by a groan. She slowly made her way to the desk, and to the phone that sat upon it. "Novikas here. What can I do for you, this fine evening?" Though adopting a perfectly cheerful, friendly tone, anyone who had watched would be able to tell that she was still highly annoyed. Fortunately, the foreign minister wasn't watching.

The phone only amplified the moroii hiss of the voice that came from the other end, making it far more conspicuous than the ambassador's own. "You could start by telling me what in the name of Ithtyr's nethers is going on over there..." Through the hiss, it was still easy to hear concern from the foreign minister. "We've heard odd and conflicting rumors, from the news, even from the Dragon's Claw. What's your situation in Ghish right now?"

"It's... complicated..." Novikas began. "Things are quiet in Ghish itself, but it's hard to say if that will change. As you know, the Ghantish Emperor left about a month ago to go on some grand tour of the nation, leaving Empress Sophia in charge in his absence. This has actually had less of a significant impact than you might expect, as government policy has remained about the same and things have been running smoothly as far as I can tell."

"Ah, so maybe they've seen a little sense, then, putting the wife in charge." A slight chuckle was heard, though of course Novikas knew that her superior was only half joking. "As far as you can tell? So the political situation is a bit unclear, then?"

"To the first, I'm not sure that they have seen the sense you speak of, actually. While in name Sophia currently rules while her husband is away, her father, Lord Malibar Dakmaran, is King of the Dakmoor area, but more importantly, Lord Paramount of Ghant, leading the Jauneketxea, here in Ghish..." Novikas gestured with her other hand, even though there was no point to doing so. Catching herself at it, she looked at her hand as if annoyed with it. "The extent to which he has influence over his daughter, the Empress, is a matter of some speculation here at the embassy."

"Which is why the political situation is a bit unclear..." Audible was a mix of comprehension, curiosity, and frustration.

"Yes, exactly," the ambassador said. "Currently House Dakmaran effectively controls the throne, though of course Nathan can theoretically make policy decisions from wherever he happens to be... but he seems to have left governing to Sophia during his tour... anyway, they control the throne, and also, through King Malibar's position, the Jauneketxea, so where the actual balance of power lies is difficult to say."

A sigh could be heard. "The Jauneketxea... that's their aristocratic political body, if I remember right..."

"It is. Great and Minor Houses have representation there."

"Not only letting a large nobility exist, but giving them legal political power." A small pause, and then "Don't they have an elected parliament at the national level, too?"

"They do... though the Prime Minister seems to be a political ally of House Dakmaran. It all seems odd, cumbersome, and incredibly inefficient and limiting to us, of course, but the people here seem to believe it's a good thing, even the Jauneketxea, to limit the actions of the throne." She cleared her throat. "In their defense, I'd note that the Imperial Family here is both much smaller than the Batory clan, and also historically much more fractious, and social norms would prevent them from... dealing with poor leadership in the same way that the Hearth would, especially as there is no Dragon's Claw."

"But now political power is more concentrated than has been usual, as it would seem that this House Dakmaran is holding the best hand..."

"That would seem to be the case... but it's difficult to see where things lie within that family and their parliamentary alliance. King Malibar could be running the entire show, or his daughter could have told him to shut the fuck up and do as she says because she's the Empress and thus ranks above him, though she'd probably not be so blunt, as Ghantish culture is a bit backwards in the way of many foreigners in that they place a strange amount of importance on biological fatherhood... or for all we know, Prime Minister Izarbegiratzeak could be the one actually in charge right now, although that seems very unlikely." She chuckled. "It's actually somewhat similar to how the situation has been in Sevaris when the ruling house has also controlled their Senate. It's easy to tell who has how much relative power when the institutions oppose each other, as whoever gets more of their agenda through is clearly the one actually in charge, but when one group controls both the throne and their legislature, most decisions are probably agreed upon in private meetings over tea, not in public."

Another sigh. "So frustrating."

Novikas gave a shrug, though obviously that couldn't be seen. "We only know the situation in Sevaris now because of the thaw. And the political situation in our closest ally remains unclear, despite the Xukuthite Matriarch having absolute power, on paper. For that matter, I would venture to guess that foreigners likely underestimate how much power our own ministries have, and how much power Vereba's family has."

"True enough." The flick of a lighter could be heard on the other end of the line. "What are all these rumors coming out of the north of the country? The Dragon's Claw have some agents in the area, but the reports I've gotten through Roka are patchy, mentioning an affair, though the relevance of that is... uncertain, to me, and just now, a duel of some sort. Seems the Emperor's vacation isn't going as smoothly as planned? I apologize, Emmi, I really should be more up to speed on all this, but the circumstances with the Xukuthites, the Haru, and so on, has kept us very busy here, especially with trying to remain friendly with both the Takhisians and the Osea-Yuktobanians, given how things have broken down between them. I've also gotten a report that Milika has been seen alive at Vlos Earthain, which is disturbing, if true. So I'm a bit behind with Ghantish affairs, especially as their ambassador is with the Empress in the Imperial Gynecocracy."

"Milika, alive? Really? I thought she'd been gunned down by the Xukuthites at Karthay?"

"It would seem that Rhydinian genetic engineering is more advanced than even we thought, unfortunately."

The ambassador shook her head. She had kin at that battle. Had lost kin, even. "It's a shame about the aerial nations," she said, rapidly switching to thoughts on the current war between Takhisis and Osea-Yuktobania. The Batorys had stayed largely out of it, as had most, it would appear, not wanting to get involved in a conflict between two allies. "From reports I've gotten, especially the most recent, there are very strong indications that the Emperor is having an affair, as Ghantar do not... make such gestures of affection... just between friends, as we do. I'm afraid that as petty and stupid as it all is, his indiscretion is relevant to the political situation, as Ghantar are much more uptight about sexuality than we are... at least more than we are in the core provinces. It is definitely a breach of his marriage with Empress Sophia, and that could create some political fallout."

"Such as a divided throne and Nathan Gentry becoming a political outsider or even pariah in his own Empire, since his wife's father runs the... Jauneketxea" the foreign minister said, as if slowly turning the word over in her mouth, "and has at the least a political alliance with the Prime Minister."

"Precisely. The paramour appears to be of Roman lineage, but we don't know much about her."

"Fucking Romans. What's this about succession in Jehenna? I've just heard from Roka that the Emperor himself fought a duel there, with its king."

"The situation in Jehenna is very recent news. We got the same report from the Dragon's Claw up there. The north is a bit like our eastern provinces, especially Ryn, as it is poorer and less well developed. The story went that one of the princes, Jakobe, prevented a rape or some such and then disappeared into the wilderness to find himself."

"Roka's reports seem to indicate that the Dragon's Claw believe that to be total horseshit," the foreign minister interrupted.

"Oh, yes, it is, complete and utter horseshit," Novikas said, her voice rising. "The man is no mystic. I've got more spirituality in my perineum than he's got." Her tone was dismissive. "All the info we have indicates that preventing such sacrilege is the last thing he'd do. But yes, he did vanish for a while... returning just as his predecessor died, very conveniently."

"And just a little while ago, fought a duel with the Emperor..." her boss trailed off, as if reading a report. "A trial by combat, it says here, of one Kristen of Vorindun..."

"Step-sister to Empress Sophia... and the charge was, of course, also complete horseshit, as King Jakobe accused her of trying to assassinate him, which is ludicrous. Who goes herself to perform an assassination? Especially a non-moroii woman against a man as large as Jakobe was."

"The circumstances seem... disturbing... though the Dragon's Claw are zealous, perhaps overly so, at times...."

"Not in this case," Novikas said, clearly exasperated by it. "The way they were discovered makes it fairly clear what was actually going on. It's a testament to the backwardness of that area especially that Kristen was charged with a ridiculous attempted murder accusation when it was so obvious that truly, Jakobe had been attempting to assault her, likely in a sacrilegious manner, given that she was bruised, bleeding, and attempting to escape. A bit enthusiastic in their worship of Ithtyr the Dragon's Claw may be, but their assessment seems quite sound here. The King, not Kristen of Vorindun, should have been the one on trial."

"Dragon's Claw reports state that he lost the duel, in any case. Is that accurate?"

"It is, to the best of my knowledge," the ambassador sighed. "He is dead, and his brother ascended to Kingship in Jehenna. However, I've also got reports that the Emperor was seriously injured in the duel."

"That's what my information says as well, which is why I called. How do you think it will affect things in the capital, and elsewhere?"

"For now, I don't think it will have all that much effect in the capital, given the political alliance likely running things here. Even if, gods forbid, he dies, that coalition will likely remain in place, is my best guess." She continued "the north is far more conservative, and hearkens to their old laws and traditions more so than does the south, and I would estimate that whether he survives or not, the Emperor has won a good deal of respect there in putting his life on the line in an ancient custom. That remains to be seen, however, and I could always be wrong. It's been known to happen from time to time. I was actually in the midst of a prayer to Ithtyr and Wanderer for him, as the tool of her vengeance and his justice."

"I didn't know you'd become so devout. Who's overly enthusiastic in their worship now, eh?"

"Peace of mind can be hard to come by in strange lands, as you know."

"That I do. If you can, get a meeting scheduled with their Empress, as soon as possible. Otherwise, carry on, Emmi."

"Will do." Novikas hung up the phone, sat back, and sighed. She loved her aunt, but dealing with her could be stressful, especially if it was assumed that she had some particular insight into the Ghantish situation just from being in Ghish. Though, to be fair, that was somewhat the case, as she knew a bit more about the political and social norms of the place from experiencing them than her aunt could know from briefings back in Sarkanotthon.

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To: Empress Sophia Dakmaran of Ghant
From: Ambassador Emmi Novikas, Batory Embassy in Ghish

In light of the recent events regarding the political situation in Ghant, and in the interest of continuing friendly and prosperous relations between our two states, I would like to request an audience at the earliest possible convenient time. Given the responsibilities of parenthood as well as of rule, it is perfectly understandable if it is some time before said request may be granted.

The Batory Empire primarily seeks that relations between itself and Ghant remain as they are, as the Empress sees the current arrangements as being of mutual benefit.

Best wishes, and prayers,
-Emmi Novikas

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Thu Jan 15, 2015 2:41 am

“Family Values”
The Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

Margarethe couldn’t help but send a text to Kristen right then….

Kristen, if things go badly….run like hell! Just get out of there. Listen to your mother and humor me for a change. Don’t die because Jakobe wants you dead. XOXO Your Mother

Then she found Malibar and told him, “My darling husband, can we perhaps consult with Nathan’s family? We really should. We need to prepare for any contingency. What to do. Who would be in command, even if Nathan is just gravely injured and incapacitated for a while.”

“Malibar nodded his agreement to that. “Very well, let’s seek out Flavia, shall we?” Malibar said, not particularly enthusiastic about that.

“Caroline and Sophia, too. Sorry, Malibar, my dear, but this will be a room full of women. Has to be. Though Raymond should attend, too. He is the Emperor’s grandfather. This involves the government, too. Nymun is in Everton, ja? So who else in the government should be there? The Deputy Prime Minister?”

“...Very well. Let’s go then.”

Margarethe prepared to leave, finishing her makeup and her hair, of course. Contrary to what some thought, Margarethe von Handelhoff, nee von Lange, had never ceased to take excellent care of her appearance. She did her best, though she suspected that what Malibar really liked was when she was messy, naked, and sweaty.

Meanwhile, in Flavia’s lounge, Raymond was sleeping on the couch snoring, while Alexia walked in quietly. “Grandmother!” The dark haired blue eyed princess said softly yet exuberantly as she went with haste towards her grandmother to hug and snuggle her.

Flavia’s mood went from reflective to pleased as she saw her granddaughter…..she didn’t care that it was possible that the child’s father wasn’t Charles….this was her granddaughter….Caroline’s daughter. She reached and embraced her granddaughter.

“How are you, child?” Flavia asked her, while tickling Raymond for a second to wake him up, “dear, your granddaughter is here.”

“I am worried about Nathan...he had to go and be the hero. Now he is hurt!” Alexia began to cry as she buried her face in her grandmother’s abdomen.

Raymond woke up. “Eh? Which one? Got more of those than I care to keep track of, heh heh.”

“Alexia, dear. Nathan has been hurt. How badly is he hurt, child?” Flavia demanded to know.

“It was said that he collapsed afterwards. That’s all I know!” Alexia cried. The presence of grandma was most comforting to the distressed girl.

“Oh yes, Alexia...the only grandchild of mine with black hair and deep blue eyes. How unusual, heh heh.”

“Now, dear, let’s not discuss that right now. Certainly not in her presence. She’s been through enough already. Her brother is in critical condition, it seems. My dear boy….my Nathan. I can’t lose him. He’s my grandson. True, we have Charlie, but Nathan was my little prince. Went through enough already. It’s turned him into sometimes too much a romantic for his own good and far too fond of the games. But he is still my grandson. We need to prepare for the worst, but oh, God, how could I deal with it? How could Caroline or Sophia?” Flavia’s anguish came out.

Caroline entered the room with a sobbing Sophia on her arm. “The solution is simple. Declare Sophia regent. That would be the only natural solution, would it not? And if not her, then me.” Caroline was parts sad and parts stoic.

“We need someone with a clear head. Just in case. Someone who can rule firmly, despite the pain and suffering of waiting to see if Nathan recovers,” Flavia noted, “Who among us can do that? That is who should rule in the interim.”

“Me, of course.” Malibar said as he entered the room with Margarethe in tow. “That duty belongs to me.”

“Can you manage the duties of Regent? If so, whatever our personal differences, it might be for the best. Like it or not, the world will be more reassured by a man at the helm right now than a woman. And if Nathan does recover, will you swear to relinquish your power to him? I think that we all agree that the only alternative, the last Regent…..could well strike fear in some people’s hearts,” Flavia noted.

“No, that is totally unacceptable.” Caroline insisted with an angry tone. “I don’t want that Handelhoff woman anywhere near my son’s throne.”

“Caroline, please. Whatever differences exist between us, do not let this affect what happens to your country. Your son is in grave danger, my daughter owes him her life and she will never forget that debt, knowing her, and we all have our share of pain here. I do not harbor any ill will against Nathan, I assure you. I would rather there not be bad blood between us anymore,” Margarethe urged her.

“To think that my son would die for that hussie of a daughter of yours makes me want to puke. I thank God that Nathan was freed from the prospect of being married to Helga! For apples never fall far from the tree!” Caroline said with burning brown eyes.

“My God, Caroline! Your son is in mortal peril and you’re thinking of that? Margarethe is right, daughter. You need to put that behind you. It is no time for bitterness,” Flavia urged her.

“Mother! My son wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with if some Handelhoff wasn’t going around spreading her legs for the first royal cock to venture into sight!” Caroline shouted, clearly enraged and red as a beet.

“Daughter, control yourself! I love you, but you need to calm down and understand things. Margarethe and I have our differences, as do Malibar and I, but let us please try to get along like civilized and mature people. I am sure that Kristen knows what a debt she owes Nathan, as has been noted. Her mother is confident that she will be very grateful, too. Let us try to get along better. I was rather harsh myself with Malibar, for which I feel some degree of guilt now. Let us all try to think of Nathan, Sophia, and the children. What is best for them and for this country that God has ordained this family to rule?”

“Am I the only one who will speak for the Empress?” Caroline demanded. “For God’s sake she is the Empress of Ghant! Should Nathan perish, her son will be Emperor. She and she alone should be regent.”

Raymond coughed a bit as he spoke up. “As entertaining as this has been, I would agree with my daughter...Sophia should be regent, as befits her rights as Empress and possibly Empress Dowager and Empress Mother.”

“I have no issue with that, if she can collect herself. Can you, my dear granddaughter-in-law?” Flavia asked, embracing her.

Sophia, through tears, nodded. “I will need to be strong for my family. For my husband, for my children and my country.”

Malibar shook his head. “You are in no position to make that determination. Your focuses should lie elsewhere, such as in tending the children and in recovering.”

“Perhaps the government should decide this. I am Imperial Adjunct, and as such, I will call for the Deputy Prime Minister and perhaps the Minister of Justice or a Judge, to get their legal opinion,” Flavia reminded them.

Raymond laughed. “Nymun’s government is full of Malibar’s pets...this is a Jauneketxea issue, and should be resolved there.”

Caroline shook her head. “And do you expect the Jauneketxea to be any different, father?”

“I agree with my daughter on this. All these lords are the root of the problem. Hardly likely to cause the solution. One of their kind struck the Emperor down, along with his own father. As Imperial Adjunct, I make the following decision. Sophia as Regent, but Malibar as her Adjunct when she is needed elsewhere. After all, under Regere Coniugum, she has the power already.”

Malibar sighed, and nodded. “I can agree to that.”

Sophia nodded meekly in agreement.

“It is agreed then. Caroline, please, do not let Karl’s judgmental nature cause there to be animosity between us. My nephew was just that sort of man. Not unlike Albert, to be honest, in many ways. I do not harbor ill will toward you. I would rather you didn’t toward me,” Margarethe suggested, “now where is the Deputy Prime Minister?”

Caroline looked Margarethe square in the eye. “And if I ever find out that any of the accusations made against Kristen are even the most remote bit true, you will not stop me from going to Jehenna, Marg.”

Raymond shrugged. “Kattalin Eguskine is in the Government Palace...or the brothel...but then again, is there that much of a difference?”

“No difference or not, she had better come soon. We have need of her, too,” Flavia spoke sternly.

“Caroline, please. Again, I beg you, do not let this matter turn ugly. If I know my daughter, she probably begged Nathan not to do this, too. She might even have offered to give him blood. She is O negative, like her father.”

“Well, that is the least she can do, considering the trouble she has invited upon my son.” Caroline sighed. “I think I am done here. Alexia, come, I don’t want you subjected to anymore of this.” As Caroline was leaving the room, she leaned into Margarethe’s ear and whispered. “You took something important away from me...don’t think I will forget that.” Caroline pulled away and walked out of the room. Alexia followed, and as she walked towards the door, she stopped and stared at Margarethe with those deep blue eyes with thick strands of black hair around them...she smiled and continued out the room.

“My daughter….I love her, but I do not claim to understand her at times. Forgive that, please, Margarethe,” Flavia urged her.

“I do. She is a good woman, but she has some sort of hatred toward me that I will never understand, either. Still, she is the mother of the Emperor, mother-in-law to Sophia. I can overlook this kind of pettiness. I will be civil, if even she isn’t,” Margarethe assured Flavia, “it is my duty that commands me to do so. For Malibar’s sake, if nothing else. And because her son saved my daughter.”

“Caroline is alot like Lucia. Very good at coming, but not so good when it comes to leaving, heh heh.” Raymond sniggered.

“Raymond! I’m just glad that Alexia is not in the room for that. Now, if you will excuse me, my daughter needs her mother,” Flavia left the room to catch up with Caroline.

“Caroline Lynesse Zuria!” Flavia shouted as she followed her daughter down the hall, with Alexia present.

Caroline knew that tone, especially from childhood. She was always a troublemaker, so she heard it often. She turned around. “Yes, mother?”

“That was uncalled for, daughter, and I think that you know that. You might be the mother of the Emperor, but I am still your mother. We need to put our differences aside and be civil for now. The good of the family, of which we’re all a part now….and the good of Ghant itself, depend heavily on some sort of concord. That woman, whatever she did you, reached out to you with an olive branch. You need to at least show her some degree of courtesy.”

Caroline turned to Alexia. “Go on Lexi...go tend to the babies. I will be there shortly, after I speak to your grandmother.” After Alexia nodded and ran off, Caroline turned back to Flavia. “That woman is a strumpet. She fucked her own nephew, fucked boys. I have even heard rumors that she fucked my son! I have a fourteen year old son to boot...you think I want that woman in any position of power or influence at court? She is a deviant snake.”

“Margarethe slept with the Emperor? When?” Flavia was stunned by this bit of news, “does Malibar know? And is that what this is about? Do not think me blind. You still hold a torch for Malibar. Get over it, child. You have a husband. He has a wife. Whatever you think of her, it is time to love the man that loves you so kindly and not worry about Alexia’s father. Yes, daughter. I know about that. I’ve known since Malibar told me.”

“That bastard! The nerve of that man!” Caroline stomped her foot. “My husband isn’t faithful to me! The man has his side whores and leaves me frustrated and anguished. I have never had a man that could satisfy me...besides him. And now some harlot has taken him for good! And I don’t know the truth of it...only what Nathan hinted at to me one time...but I wouldn’t put it past her. Fucking bitch.”

“My dear, sweet daughter. I understand jealousy. I really do. I am a Ahenobarba. I have needs and I have a strong jealous streak, which I seem to have passed down to you. You are a good woman, but you have my vice there, I fear. Jealousy. So, Charles isn’t the good, long suffering victim that I thought him. More revelations, it seems. I do not care which of you cheated first, but there is a remedy for your misery. Yet I can see why it wouldn’t help you much right now. You’re both unfaithful. That puts you on the same plane. You can deal with that by counseling, you know.

Flavia continued. “Granted, as a Roman, I was taught that it was worse when a woman strays, because she can stick her husband with another man’s brat. In any case, Malibar is what he is. You need to accept what happened and live with it. Margarethe might well be a maneater, but she has apparently opted to improve her taste in men. Do you understand that I am trying to bring this family together here for a common goal? I love you, Caroline, but you need to put a good face on this. Need to at least be civil for the good of your family. For your sons and your grandchildren. And yes, your daughters.”

Caroline sighed deeply and took a deep breath. “Alright, mother. After all, mother knows best, as they say. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“I do not like many things, child. I deal with them, the best I can, much as I have always done. Including when I thought that your father was less than faithful to me. It was a good thing that I never had a revenge affair. He turned out to be completely innocent. In any case, I know that you suffered much, such as when Albert denied you custody of Nathan. I still regard that as a mistake, though I understood why he did it. A child needs his mother, boys included, or they become like Nathan or Titus Clemens. That poor man still has issues, from what I hear. I do care that you have hurt. I regret that at times I must seem a rather stern mother, too. It’s just how I was raised. Very Roman.”

“I can’t stand to look at Titus. When I saw him at the Grand Ball, I thought I saw John...I had been drinking a great deal though. Am I losing my mind? Seeing things that are not there? Am I going crazy?”

“Well, to be fair, there is an uncanny resemblance to John, I must admit. That sort of thing is a freak coincidence, but it can definitely prove disturbing at times. It is just one of those things, my dear. I am very sorry that your life hasn’t been that great, of course. Not since John, it seems. You were happy with John, were you not? The drinking and the adultery is probably your loneliness at not having him,” Flavia remarked dryly, “do not delude yourself, however. Charles is certainly no John, but neither is Malibar. He is not worth the trouble. He let another man raise his daughter. That is dishonorable conduct. Worse from him than from you, because you are a mother trying to protect her daughter, though not quite ethically or morally. He is shirking his paternal duty. Not having Nathan around probably made it worse for you, though. I know that part of me wants to rip Albert’s head off for that.”

Caroline began to sob. “I have never been truly happy for too long...I am reaping my patu now. I left Atticus Voor to be with Malibar, and I left Malibar to be with John. It was always something with somebody...never being with one man for too long. John was too busy for me after Nathan was born, and we fought. Charles was always a playboy at heart, and now that I am getting older, his interest wanes.”

“That is one thing that I have never understood here. What is your patu? How does anyone know their patu? It’s always so difficult to judge. What do you think is your patu, and what for, Caroline? Your mistakes? So you have made mistakes, mostly in choosing men. We both know that. You are still my daughter. I still love you as such. I have been a hard mother to love and understand, I know. A Roman noblewoman for a Ghantish lord’s daughter. Stern and, I must admit, something of a prude at times. I have been strict, whereas your father is easygoing and more amusing. Just know this. I care very much about you and what happens to you. Here, let me hug you. I have not done that enough over the years,” Flavia embraced her daughter.

Caroline embraced her mother tightly like she would a sad little girl, holding her close and pressing her face against her mother’s shoulder. “Patu is people paying for their mistakes...like karma. It is inescapable.”

“I do not know if I believe in that. God judges men and women. He will hold us all to account. But He can and does forgive. I do, too. I just haven’t done it enough. I need to do that more. If you can forgive me for being too harsh and I can forgive you for incidents like today, I think that we can put our past behind us. Be a proper mother and daughter at last. Would you like that? I have made my mistakes, too, it seems. If there is patu, mine is to have my daughters fear and dislike me as if I am some kind of tyrant or martinet. Of course, much of that, I learned from your grandfather. Please understand that, too. He was very strict and very religious.”

“...I would like that...do you hold what I did in the past against me, mother? I hurt alot of people...and that haunts me now.”

“Now, now child. I am afraid that I have made you feel that way. I disapproved of what you did, but I am willing to heal that breach now. Yes, you did wrong things and so did others. I have learned that at times my prudery gets in the way of good sense and compassion...and being a good mother to my children. I have been too tough on Christopher, too. I have had to face that fact as well. And I judged your father for years for something that it turned out that he never did. So, let us bury the proverbial hatchet, and not in each other. Let me just be your mother and yourself my daughter, and none of these past mistakes cloud our judgment,” Flavia held Caroline in a very maternal way now, cradling her head.

“I wanted to be Empress...it should have been Elizabeth. I stole John from that woman and left her broken for Malibar to put back together. The entire country loathes me for it and the world thinks me terrible!” Caroline sobbed.

“There, there, my daughter. I know that you have guilt and shame, which is normal and comes from your conscience, but just focus on doing what you can change. Being there for your grandchildren. For your daughter-in-law. For your daughters. For your sons, including Nathan if he survives. This is a very sad and tense time. We need to stand together and love each other, give each other strength. Just remember that I love you dearly, too, and so does your family. Your daughters love you. Did you know, by the way, that Kaiser Martin left his meeting with you so impressed that it only reinforced his determination to marry Alexandra? That was your charm and your kindness with him, and your protective maternal instincts,” Flavia held her.

“Maybe we can have the whole family at court for awhile? Teresa, Carla, Ray, Chris and their families.” Caroline suggested.

“That sound very nice. All of my chicks together. At the risk of sounding like a mother hen,” Flavia laughed at herself.

“...What about Arietta though?” Caroline asked. “And Flavius’ new woman...Seia.”

“Arietta is my granddaughter, same as the others. What is the trouble with that? And Seia is lowborn and made a pass at Nathan apparently, but she is still married to a Hyla. That matters, my dear. We are all family. Let us move past things like family fights and feuds. This is a time for us to be together.”

“As you wish, mother.” Caroline nodded.

“Feel better, my dear child?” Flavia spoke very softly now….her maternal instincts overriding her years of strict upbringing by a widower notorious for never touching another woman again after his wife perished….she, too, had tasted little of a mother’s love as well, much like Nathan.

“Yes...much better. Thank you, mother. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Caroline. Let us just be mother and daughter. As we should be,” Flavia kissed her forehead.

“As you say...that would be nice.”

“Alright, then, let us return, shall we? Or did you need some time with Alexia? I can understand if that makes sense for you, as she is your daughter and Nathan is her brother. It must hurt like hell what happened to Nathan,” Flavia asked.

“He is my son...my first born child, mother. I would go to him if I thought I could.”

“I know, my child. You have the soft heart of a mother, as is proper. Do you need anything brought to you?” Flavia thought, in case her daughter needed something.

“Perhaps some wine. I am going to go tend to the babies with Lexi...feel free to join us.”

“Very well, then. I very well might, once this business with Sophia is handled. I don’t dare leave her entirely in Malibar’s hands,” Flavia noted, and she then tapped a servant, “the lady Caroline Zuria needs wine. Bring it to her in her suite. She is the Emperor’s mother. Hasten.”

The servant went with haste, as did Caroline to the nursery. Alexia was feeding baby John, and Caroline picked up Princess Sara and snuggled her. “You are grandma’s baby, yes you are!” Sara squealed in delight.

Flavia returned to the group, finding Margarethe telling jokes to liven the mood. Flavia worried, though, that Sophia might not really appreciate that. Then again, that was how Margarethe often dealt with sadness and stress, through humor.

“...I am going to go see to my children. Would you care to join me, stepmother? They are your grandchildren by marriage, after all.” Sophia offered.

“And I should join you as well, Sophia. Come, Raymond, too. I think that you might like the company of your great-grandchildren. Caroline suggested that just earlier, in fact,” Flavia smiled.

“This is your first chance to serve as Adjunct, Malibar. God help you, it will be as hard for you as it was for me in your own way, I think. So much to do, is there not?” Flavia thought, leaving Malibar with Kattalin.

“Yes, it would be good to see the little ones. Children truly are a blessing,” Margarethe leaned in to whisper, “guess you might be ruling after all, husband.”

“Of course I would be, my love.” Malibar grinned with a kiss. “I should remain here to treat with the Deputy Prime Minister. Go play with babies...you might need a refresher course.”

Margarethe giggled at that thought...if Malibar only knew. She hadn’t been on the Pill at all since they met at the Wedding Ball...she had skipped a dose right there.... She was already pregnant. Let him find out in time.

The Crown Prince, otherwise known as Baby Nate, was wailing as Sophia picked him up to comfort him. “Shh...mommy’s here. Let me take care of you.” Meanwhile, John was with Alexia and Caroline held the cooing baby Sara, who studied her environment with big blue eyes...just like her mother’s.

“Such a heartbreaker that girl will be,” Flavia smiled, “such lovely eyes. Definitely Dakmaran. No doubt of that.”

“Do you want to hold her? She likes great-grandma.” Caroline offered Flavia the pretty baby with dark brown hair.

“Oh, yes, that is good,” Flavia took Sara into her arms, cradling her and making baby noises...so very unlike the stern matron of her fierce reputation.

Baby Sara was still and looked up at Flavia with those eyes, and squealed in delight, her face lighting up.

“Yes, she will charm the boys, for sure, this one,” Margarethe laughed, “very adorable.”

“Do you want to hold the boys?” Caroline asked her mother.

“Of course. Such handsome fellows already,” Flavia beamed.

Caroline gave Sara to Alexia and took baby John, handing him to Flavia. The boy was small and weak, but had already overcome much. He had jet black hair and deep blue eyes, and had almost translucent skin. He didn’t move much and didn’t make much noise, aside from the occasional whimper. Caroline handed him to Flavia.

Flavia held him close for a good while, not doing much except giving him warth from being so close to her arms. She did her best not to disturb the baby too much and felt a definite worry for him. She even prayed silently for him.

“What do you think about John?” Sophia asked. “Doesn’t he look like me?”

“Yes, but he seems so ill. We will have to make sure that he does well, do you agree?” Flavia asked.

“I do agree. I waste no opportunity to ensure that he gets the best medical care possible.” Sophia traded the Crown Prince for John. The Crown Prince had his father’s hair and eyes, and was a squirmer, wiggling this way and that. He was also a strong, noisy baby.

Flavia admired the Crown Prince for sure. He was a robust one indeed. He would be quite the handful when he grew up.

“Watch this one, Sophia. He’ll give rival suitors for which hand he seeks a serious run for their money and probably play pranks into the bargain,” she laughed, caressing his face.

“...That’s what I am worried about. I can see it now...’Baby Nate, the Alpha Prince of Ghant’. If he is anything like his grandfather, that is.” Caroline said, turning to see Margarethe in the room...so much for Family Values.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Thu Jan 15, 2015 11:53 am

“Aftermath”
The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

Jori probably felt the same way everyone else in that chamber felt…that Jakobe was going to win. It seemed as though a thousand people stood and watched in horror as the King of Jehenna savaged the Emperor with his whip, axe and vicious kicks.

And yet, there was some irony in the fact that using such a gaudy weapon as an old Jehennar flaming spiked chain whip ended up coming back to bite Jakobe in the ass. For in the end, as Jakobe stood over his seemingly defeated opponent with it, Nathan reached out and grabbed it, and then proceeded to strangle him with it. The sight of a battered, bruised and bleeding Emperor of Ghant strangling Jakobe with his own whip elicited a deafening silence from the room. Then when Jakobe fell down dead, there was cheering…for there was hardly any love for Jakobe of Jehenna, the King for a Day.

The cheering turned to cries of horror once more as the Emperor collapsed to the ground. Jori’s first act as king was shouting for good men and doctors to see to the Emperor immediately. “The Emperor is hurt! See to him now!” Jori rushed down to him as well.

Captain Rosa converged upon the unconscious and bleeding Emperor along with Gaudentia, Desmond Hyla, Marcus Haro, Lyl Bogardan, Rolli Ahateremu, Jori’s sisters Josephine, Jana and Jessica, Kristen, Darrin Dyn and Jonos Esku.

Rosa barked out some orders. "Give him some room, help me with this armour, we need to stop the bleeding!"

The group of family and friends worked to remove the pieces of dented, burned and bloody armor from the Emperor, until he was down to his underclothes.

As it happened, the Emperor was bleeding from the left side of his head and from where the skin broke on the left side of his ribs. Gaudentia grabbed a scarf and applied it as a tourniquet to stem the blood flow, while Kristen did her best to hold him in place....

"What blood type is he?" Gaudentia asked.

“O negative.” Desmond answered.

"I am an O negative. I could give him blood," Kristen announced.

"Universal donor! Thank you, Princess! Will that help, Captain Sharon?" Gaudentia asked her.

Jori looked first at Kristen with a smile, and then at Rosa. The new king suspected that she had the power to save him.

Jehenna Tower Control

Noro Belezuhaitz was just a regular guy…who worked in the airport control tower. It wasn’t the greatest place in the world, and few outside of the wealthy and the nobility ever used it, but it was there and it served its purpose.

This time of year it was pretty slow, as people hunkered down and typically avoided domestic flights into a part of the country that was quite provincial and experiencing of harsh winters annually.

A coworker in the control tower came in, clearly happy, and doing a little dance. “Boo yeah!”

“What is it, Kudu…is it about the fight?” Noro asked.

“Yeah…Nathan won, now pay up.” Kudu grinned.

“Well fuck me sideways…how did Jakobe manage to fuck that up?” Noro asked as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet to give him the money that he bet on the fight. “Jakobe was favored to win, for Gods’ sake.”

“Jakobe got cocky at the end and Nathan grabbed that chain…and strangled him with it, before collapsing. He got fucked up pretty bad.” Kudu shrugged.

“Well…that sucks. Still lost the fucking bet though. You are a real shark, you know that? Always taking the underdog and winning on the spread.” Noro lamented as he handed over the money.

“Hey…did you hear about that Roman woman that has been traveling with the Emperor? She kissed him in front of a bunch of people…the kind of kiss you give to someone you are fucking. Do you want to bet that he has been hitting that?” Kudu asked as he greedily took the money.

“Yes, I would take that bet…there is no fucking way he is cheating. Who in their right mind would cheat on Sophia of Dakmoor? You would have to be an idiot of the highest caliber!” Noro said jovially.

Kudu laughed. “I don’t know man…a man gets hungry and a man’s gotta eat. And that food don’t look so bad, either…”

The conversation was interrupted by an incoming signal. "Jehenna Tower Control, this is Checker Flight-2 out of Landstrider, requesting landing for Checker Flight-2 and Checker Flight-1, over."

“Looks like the Edomites are coming, eh?” Kudu asked.

“Thank the fucking Gods for that.” Noro said. “I don’t doubt that Jakobe’s friends are scheming as we speak…he did appoint some of those bastards to Small Council positions, after all.” Noro said before responding.

“Checker Flight-2, this is Jehenna Tower Control. You and Checker Flight-1 are clear to land, over.”

The Imperial Palace
Ghish, Ghant

Playing with babies and mingling with the women in her extended family was nice, but as was often the case with Palace life, there was always some business to tend to, and when there wasn’t, something would eventually show up that required attention.

This was one such occasion, as an aide came in with a message. “Your majesty, you have a message from the Batory Ambassador.”

“Oh? Interesting. If you all would excuse me, I should see to this.” With that, Sophia left the friendly confines of the nursery and read the initial message as she walked down the hall. It would appear as though they have taken note of recent developments, Sophia thought. I wonder who hasn’t.

Sophia went to a room with a computer and typed up a response that she hoped the Batory ambassador would find adequate. The distant Empire and its exotic Empress Vereba had treated Ghantish Ambassador Kara Koharys with great respect and courtesy. Sophia would be sure to return the favor in her own dealings with Emmi.

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 15, 2015 3:26 pm

The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

The group of family and friends worked to remove the pieces of dented, burned and bloody armor from the Emperor, until he was down to his underclothes.

As it happened, the Emperor was bleeding from the left side of his head and from where the skin broke on the left side of his ribs. Gaudentia grabbed a scarf and applied it as a tourniquet to stem the blood flow, while Kristen did her best to hold him in place....

"What blood type is he?" Gaudentia asked.

“O negative.” Desmond answered.

"I am an O negative. I could give him blood," Kristen announced.

"Universal donor! Thank you, Princess! Will that help, Captain Sharon?" Gaudentia asked her.

Jori looked first at Kristen with a smile, and then at Rosa. The new king suspected that she had the power to save him.

"He's got a head injury and a nasty tear on his side," said Rosa briskly. She nodded her appreciation to Gaudentia's cool headedness as she helped clear the blood away so she could see more clearly what was going on.

What she wanted to see was if he would regain consciousness quickly on his own, the extent of the head injury, if there was any skull fracturing or if it was just a torn scalp, if there was any swelling, or any injury to the neck or spinal cord. she wasn't exactly a doctor, but she could recognize trauma. Head injuries were weird--sometimes a person seemed to die from some little thing, others survived a shot in the head in were fine. It was hard to say.

The tear on the side was easily dealt with by a compress and bandaging on the other hand. A blood loss issue had yet to be determined.

Count Mangrim was tensely waiting for a call indicating that the force from Landstrider was on its way. He wondered if the Emperor would need evacuation. He spoke to Jori. "Sir, I recommend that we get a stretcher ready with some of your steadiest hands; it's probable that at the very least the Emperor will need to be moved away from here in some manner. We also need you to back up the arrival of a rescue operation from Landstrider. And...maybe someone should confirm if Jakobe is actually dead."

Not that you really keep any records here that don't pertain to wars, fornication or marriage he thought with disdain.

Major Sisera Harosheth said "This is Checker Flight-2 Copy that, Jehenna Control. Making our approach in T-15."

After confirming positive radar contact, Major Harosheth made necessary corrections of degree of approach and began his descent along with the tailing Checker-1.

“Pressure is off, oxygen one hundred percent, instruments in the green Major,” his copilot announced.

"One minute," said the loadmaster in the cargo compartment.

Captain Avare held up a finger. "One minute!" he shouted at the company. Eyes in the shadowy light gleamed back at him. "So far seems friendly, make sure we're ready to hit the dirt though. God be with all of you."

“Flaps down. Slowing to 220 knots,” announced Major Harosheth as they prepared for their landing, the ground rushing up towards them, the runway a a white and grey line whispering with snow beneath them. Gah, winter countries, it was like landing on a carrier almost. He felt tensely aware that miscalculating could mean them skidding like a puck on ice. There was a heavy jerk as they hit the ground, the plane being dragged heavily as it slowed and rolled swiftly over the ground till it finally eased to a stop—like an Albatross, hitting earth and running for several paces before finally stopping. He took a deep breath along with his crew. The CM-7 moved on its wheeled landing gear towards its designated area to make way for the second plane coming in.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Fri Jan 16, 2015 5:21 pm

“The Twelve Apostles”
The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

"He's got a head injury and a nasty tear on his side," said Rosa briskly.

“Aye, he got kicked in the head and took an axe to it.” Jonos Esku said. “Luckily it only scraped the side o his head, but it made him bleed for true.”

“He’s out cold, one way or the other.” Darrin Dyn sighed.

Count Mangrim spoke to Jori as he tried to get the situation stabilized. "Sir, I recommend that we get a stretcher ready with some of your steadiest hands; it's probable that at the very least the Emperor will need to be moved away from here in some manner. We also need you to back up the arrival of a rescue operation from Landstrider. And...maybe someone should confirm if Jakobe is actually dead."

Jori nodded in agreement, before shouting at the guards now under his command. “Men! Summon the doctors and have the Emperor taken to the osasunlekua at once.” Jori then turned to Rolli. “Rolli, please examine Jakobe to make sure he is dead.”

Rolli nodded and walked over to Jakobe’s body to check his pulse and such, while Jori Addressed Mangrim once more. “As for your rescue operation from Lurhortik, if they are arriving via a plane, let them know that they are welcome here, and I will let my men know that they are to be granted immediate access to the Fortress.”

The guards carried the message along, sure to make absolutely certain that the incoming rescue operation would be granted safe passage.

Meanwhile, Rolli examined the body of the fallen king. His eyes were sunk back into his head and his mouth open…his face was one of sheer horror, with the flaming spiked chain whip still wrapped tightly around his neck. He took it by the handle and unwrapped it from his neck. The wound was hideous, the burns thorough and deep…Rolli wasn’t certain if the strangulation killed him or the burns. “He is dead alright, one hundred percent confirmed.” Rolli began to strip the ancestral armor from the corpse piece by piece, until all that was left was the body and the under garments. He heard a clanking sound from the boot as he took it off however, and Rolli cocked his head as he upended it and saw a small coin fall out of it.

Meanwhile, some doctors came in with a stretcher and helped the unconscious Emperor up onto it, to push him away to the osasunlekua, which was a sort of in-palace hospital that satisfied the needs of the King, the royal family, lords, knights and other such guests. Desmond and Marcus went with them.

Princess Josephine joined them and told the Edomites what was happening. "We are taking him to the osasunlekua...think of it as an in-palace hospital. We should have the means to tend to him there. Perhaps your team can join us there and help?" The princess asked as they pushed the stretcher along.

Jori turned to Rolli who was holding a coin in his hands. “What is that?”

Rolli had a perplexed look on his face. “Tis a coin, from Ziri…”

Jehenna Control

"This is Checker Flight-2 Copy that, Jehenna Control. Making our approach in T-15." Noro said, before going to snack on some deer jerky. It was tough and in thick strips, but quite tasty.

“Noro, we got some news.” Kudu said hurriedly.

“What now? Hopefully some good news.” Noro sighed.

“The palace is dispatching some men to rendezvous with the rescue operation from Lurhortik…the guys in that plane there.” Kudu answered, pointing at the dozen men assembled at the edge of the tarmac by some jeeps.

“Damn, must be expedient if they busted out the jeeps. Don’t those guys usually ride horses?” Kudu laughed.

“Yeah…must be important. I should radio the plane and let them know that they are getting greeted by friendlies. Knowing the Edomar they are coming packing heat…wouldn’t want anybody getting shot. Noro explained with jerky sticking out of his mouth.

“…Do you want to place a bet on that?” Kudu sniggered.

Noro rolled his eyes. “Shutup.” Then he took the jerky out of his mouth and radioed the plane.

“This is Jehenna Control. Welcome, Checker Flight-2. Some men from the Fortress will be here to greet you and they are friendly, over.”

Sure enough, Perun Penagarikano, Captain of the Guards of the Fortress of Jehenna, stood waiting with eleven of his men to receive the Edomite team. On account of it being dastardly cold, they were covered in layers of thick furs, faces wrapped so only the eyes could be seen. Perun left his face uncovered though, scars showing on his face and his bright blue eyes shining out into the darkness. He had served in that capacity for twenty years, and was a loyal man to House Jehenna. Perun always felt as though Jori would make a better king than Jakobe…sure he wasn’t as strong or fierce or as talented at arms, but he was a better man and more intelligent.

Perun turned to his men. “Keep your weapons seethed and your hands out…there is bound to be some confusion here…let me do the talking. They are friends, and they shall be welcomed as such.”

On the east side of town

Maro Muguruza had suspected this would happen. For Jakobe was a ruthless, fearless, brazen, and frankly, stupid man. “Fucking idiot. He should have cast aside that whip of his. It ended up getting him killed.”

The twelve men were gathered around in a house on the east side of town…one that Maro owned. It was essentially a wooden shack with a den beneath the earth. The main room featured a large rectangular table with twelve men seated at it. Maro knew them all very well…for they were the group of men known informally as Jakobe’s “Twelve Apostles,” an assortment of boyhood friends, unscrupulous members of court and the guard, and unsavory characters from around Jehenna that all served the whims of the now late king.

Ibo Ginga was Jakobe’s choice for Master-at-arms. The man was a grisly fighter, but older and slower than Jakobe was. He had scars covering his body, and his face was hideous to look upon.

Artur Agara was the choice for Castellan. A crooked man with a fondness for abusing servants.

Bogo Zaresa was the choice for Seneschal. He had a tendency to spit when he talked.

Orlyn Matxea was the choice Steward. Another man whom was older than Jakobe, and someone who he looked up to, for they were into…similar things.

Zandor Notul was a squat, scrofulous, ill-favored man. A seasoned fighter.

Ezar Urkiza was fair-haired and boyish, with a wicked grin.

Hothor Purrustegin was a quiet, tormented soul, who liked to play with knives.

Darudi Daguaro was a mean son a bitch who especially didn’t like children…except for little girls of course…

Otho Paguaga had rotten teeth and foul breath. He was mean and witless.

Boru Axeritogarai had a gentle face which hid his cruelty and malice…especially towards women, which he despised.

Yaro Aldartxi was the most brutal of the lot. He was from the clans, and he lost his tongue for speaking carelessly within earshot of the chieftain, allegedly after saying lewd things about his woman.

The Twelve Apostles were all there…they saw the fight. When it had ended, they were among those that vacated the chamber to scheme away from court. The most pressing concern at the moment was that Jori had no love for the Twelve Apostles, and was sure to restore Josu’s small council members to their original posts…which of course meant that Jakobe’s appointments would be nullified. Yet, as most people knew, taking away a position was…more unsavory then giving one.

So as all the uncouth men sat around the table and argued, Maro smirked as he wrote a letter, to be rewritten and transmitted by couriers to the far corners of the wildest parts of Eskura.

As he finished writing that, a scout burst into the room. “Sir…Imperial forces have been spotted descending from the north, while Dakmoor men have been spotted in the east, coming this way.”

“Of course. Who leads the Dakmoorans?” Maro asked.

“Prince Baldakar of Dakmoor himself.” The scout said.

“Good.” Maro smirked.

by **New Edom** » Fri Jan 16, 2015 8:11 pm

The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

“Aye, he got kicked in the head and took an axe to it.” Jonos Esku said. “Luckily it only scraped the side o his head, but it made him bleed for true.”

“He’s out cold, one way or the other.” Darrin Dyn sighed.

Meanwhile, some doctors came in with a stretcher and helped the unconscious Emperor up onto it, to push him away to the osasunlekua, which was a sort of in-palace hospital that satisfied the needs of the King, the royal family, lords, knights and other such guests. Desmond and Marcus went with them.
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Rosa as she moved with the stretcher, focused entirely on the man she was rescuing and only aware of others if they were helping or being unhelpful, was mostly concerned for whether he would regain consciousness or not; she wanted to make sure he was breathing properly. A head injury could be so dangerous. Mangrim had run to fetch her a coat but they moved so fast he just borrowed a cloak from someone and draped it around her; she nodded her quick gratitude.

Rosa was wary of trusting the Ghantar doctors; she had never seen them practicing medicine, but she knew at least that she knew how to deal with trauma and that there would be someone on the plane who was a trained field medic, hopefully a nurse and doctor...

He also followed along; he was damned if he was going to be stuck here with Jori and Kirsten. He ran to get his own gear, almost panicking, and with bags in his hands rushed down corridors and downstairs, shoving his way through the crowds of courtiers and servants..."Excuse me, pardon me, Count Mangrim, Edomite Envoy, coming through! Aside there!" in his desperation to make it to the jeeps.

Then he heard people talking, and realized he'd misunderstood the word 'osasunlekua'. For some reason he'd thought they meant airport. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or deeply disappointed. While he sagged in relief, he heard the sound of a plane's droning engines overhead, and realized that they were coming. Finally!

Jehenna Control

The planes wheeled to a halt, wind blowing snow around them, wings quickly beading with moisture, and ramps lowering at the back. Pulling goggles down, Captain Avare led his company out onto the tarmac. They were pale grim looking figures with hints of darkly tanned fair, olive or black faces above and below the goggles. Weapons were readied, they moved out onto what looked like a lonely little airport to see who would greet them.

Twelve men out of a northern saga waited for them, swatched in furs armed with hand melee weapons. Avare had been informed of no welcome. He said, "Lieutenant Capel, start getting our people organized and check local communications, see if we can get in contact with the castle and with..." he tried to remember the name, some aristo..."Count Mangrim. I'll deal with these fellows. Sergeant Loring, with me."

Catrina Loring was a woman of average height but very strong build, tough and wiry, a veteran; she had been a corporal when their regiment had landed in Damoclea and later in Delvian States. They both walked forward but kept some distance between the group, and Avare said in Edomite accented Latin, "I am Captain Dario Avare, 16th Light Troops, New Edomite Army. To whom might I have the honour of speaking? And can you direct me to the fortress?"

by **Ganos Lao** » Sat Jan 17, 2015 2:13 am

Ghant wrote:-snip-

Official Communiqué

From the desk of Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Quinn of Ganosia

Your Highness,

The Empire is always more than willing to establish diplomatic relations with other nations. Yours is no exception to such interest, and I will gladly authorize the opening of relations between Ghant and the Empire, should it be favorable to your government as it is to my own.

However, I must mention that, while my daughter would like to know more about Alexander, she wishes to keep her options open at the present time. She is more than willing to correspond with your son, but has not yet found anyone who truly captivates her. If your son is as you claim he is, he will find no disfavor from me in any attempt to court my daughter.

If your son wishes to visit her, he may come to the capital, Olyan, at his earliest convenience. The Imperial Court is more than able to accomodate him during his stay, and shall provide for him with all the respect and dignity a person of his status requires and deserves. To handle the diplomatic side of things, I would encourage you to have your ambassador meet our foreign minister, Abishag Korey, at your government's earliest convenience, in order that they may discuss what I would hope to be the beginning of a mutually beneficial and happy friendship between our two nations.

Please convey my best wishes to Her Imperial Majesty, the Empress Sophia, concerning her recent troubles with her husband.

Sincerely,

Quinn,
Empress of Ganosia

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Sat Jan 17, 2015 4:24 pm

“Escort”
The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

“Make way for the Emperor! Make way for your King!” Princess Josephine shouted as they pushed the stretcher along down the hall wide enough to accommodate twelve men abreast. Guards flanked them and cleared the way ahead of them. There are so many damn people here, Jori thought as he examined the bustling subterranean hall the color of earth.

As they went along, Jori could hear music and such coming from above. “…Is there a party?”

Josephine sighed. “Yes…after Jakobe died, Jana and Jessica went to resume the festivities in the main hall.”

Jori shook his head. “Let them have their fun. We need to secure the Emperor at once.” Then he heard the engine of a plane overhead. “Looks like somebody is coming…could that be your Edomar friends from the west?” Jori asked Mangrim. “Their help with the Emperor would be appreciated.”

Down in the depths of the Fortress was a room with a large set of double oaken doors which led to the osasunlekua. The guards pushed it open, revealing a room that was colored like the rest of the underground areas, and had several smaller rooms within. The doctors pushed the stretcher to the largest room within the room, a spacious square room with furniture, cabinets and some relatively modern medical equipment, and then got the stretcher adjacent to the double bed. Gently, they lifted him up and placed him upon the bed.

“I want six guards posted at the entrance to the osasunlekua and to this room at all times!” Jori barked out. “No one is to enter without my leave.”

Jonos Esku and Darrin Dyn, meanwhile, were arguing with Rolli about the meaning of the coin. “I tell you this is all some scheme by Albert. Any man with half a brain would know that he has coveted the throne for a long time, but wouldn’t kill his own nephew to get it. So he relied on someone else to do the dirty work for him.” Jonos argued.

“Don’t be an idiot.” Esku said back. “There was no way that Albert could have even anticipated a fight like that to even be initiated, let alone fought. And besides, you are implicating Albert over a mere coin? It could mean anything…it could even be a smokescreen. Somebody could be trying to implicate Albert.”

“This is idiotic.” Desmond interceded. “My cousin is roughed up in this bed, and you lot are trying to find someone to blame. Let’s get him better first, eh? Go make yourselves useful and give the Emperor some space.”

Jehenna Control

Perun Penagarikano watched as some people emerged from the plane out onto the tarmac. They were wearing goggles and interestingly enough seemed to have dark skin. They had their weapons readied, and the approached Perun and his group. It must have been interesting for them…Perun didn’t doubt that. Eskura was a place that people found…out of place and time, to say the least.

Then one of them began to speak "I am Captain Dario Avare, 16th Light Troops, New Edomite Army. To whom might I have the honor of speaking? And can you direct me to the fortress?"

Perun inclined his head, and spoke in his guttural northern accent. “I am Perun Pengarikano, Captain of the Guards of the Fortress of Jehenna. I have been sent here by the new King, Jori, to rendezvous with you and to bring you to the Fortress. There you will find Count Mangrim, Captain Sharon and Kristen safe. The Emperor is hurt, however, and would benefit from what succor you might be able to render him. The Fortress is behind us and on top of the hill. We have brought jeeps for the purpose of taking you there with expediency.”

In the Eastern Woods

Gods be good, I fucking hate Jehenna, Prince Baldakar of Dakmoor thought to himself. It was an ancient place, deep set in the woods. Getting there any other way besides plane required carefully going along the any of the four roads. The northern road went from Jehenna to Thule, the eastern road went to Gaukoizarra, the southern road went to Arragard, and the western road went to Draconis. It was along the eastern road that Baldakar went in a truck, with a hundred men that he had summoned to attend him en route to Jehenna. A hundred men bearing the colors of Dakmoor should have been all that was needed to get the point across. Besides, they were bearing firearms…albeit of an older variety. Leave it to Dakmoor to bring men with firearms into Eskura, the prince laughed.

He enjoyed his latest foray, content to leave Arrosabeltzak in the hands of Sekundo, who at present had the company in the deep north…where they belonged. There was no doubt that such a company was at best a fish out of water elsewhere, as was seen in Peregrino. He enjoyed being home, being a somewhat productive member of society. He enjoyed being around family as well.

Baldakar wasn’t entire sure how he felt about Countess Natalie Sila-de Mark, Ambassador to Ghant and current…significant other of his own son, Benjamin. She seemed nice enough, and had a cute little girl. Natalie was eccentric, there was no doubting that, although they seemed like a good couple. For that much he was thankful.

As they got close to entering the city’s outskirts from the east, Baldakar received a message from one of his aides. “My Prince, you have a message.”

“Oh, I do eh? Let me see.”

Baldakar sighed. Could be a trap…but then again, they would be idiots to try anything, not with the Edomites and the Imps inbound, Baldakar thought. Fuck it, might as well go and see what this is about.

by **New Edom** » Sat Jan 17, 2015 8:28 pm

The Fortress of Jehenna
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

Captain Rosa Sharon was surprised to see a functional medical clinic in a province--kingdom they called it here--where people rode around in carriages, on horseback, and carried bows and swords. Well, he was the local ruler, so perhaps it was unusual. He also seemed to have a functional medical staff. Where had they come from? What a weird place this was.

At any rate, they didn't need her anymore, but she decided to hang around to find out what was going on and what his condition was, if he was stable. She had learned at least one interesting thing--along with everyone else--that clearly Gaudentia and Nathan were having an affair. Oopsie.

Also there was another reason she wanted to hang around. She wondered where if any of Jakobe's supporters were. Had it just been some stupid impetuous action on his part, or had it also really been a coup? She didn't know who to trust to ask about it, but she did advise Gaudentia, "We should stay near the Emperor," in a quiet tone. "I don't know if this is all over yet, Excellency."

After saying this, she went to find out how bad the Emperor's condition really was--did he need to be flown to a proper hospital, could he be treated here? What was the prognosis?

She wasn't in love with him like Gaudentia was--but she felt he was a good though misguided and foolish man, and she also knew that him coming to harm could damage this country and her own mission. All good reasons to watch over him. Unlike Gaundentia she didn't feel the maternal pull--she was more attracted to men who had a clear sense of power and purpose. But she wanted to protect him by all means.

The Airport

"Thank you for the jeeps," said Avare. "I am honoured to make your acquaintance. We have two vehicles of our own that will be coming along."

These were being unhook and checked in preparation for being rolled down the ramp and could be seen in the cavernous interiors of the second CM-7, the two six wheeled armoured M28 Vigilo Recon vehicles.

"Alright, secure your shit, let's get ready to move out," said Catrina. "Second Platoon..." she looked at the Second Platoon Commander," Captain wants you to hold the fort here, sir, make sure that the road and the tarmac are clear, planes protected."

"Are we still expecting trouble, First Sergeant?" the platoon commander asked her politely. He outranked her but she had the experience.

"We're always expecting trouble, Lieutenant, we're Light Troopers," she said, barking a laugh.

Designated drivers checked out the jeeps, then First and Third Platoons piled into them. By this time, the two Vigilos were rumbling out onto the tarmac. Lieutenant Grey, head and shoulders out of the hatch, looked probably to foreigners like a thin faced male youth in her tanker's helmet, goggles, scarf, only her high bony cheekbones, eyes and sharp nose peeping out. Avare approached her, climbed the chassis a bit to lean up towards the hatch.

"Listen, Stephanie, we don't know if this coup thing is done or not, I'm going to talk to this fellow here. Why don't you advance to the road, hold your positions until I give the green light?"

"Amen, Dario," she replied. "Scouts, move out!" she said into her headset; the Vigilos grumbled forward sending up a flurry of snow as they went. inside, Marietta Ludi rocked and rolled with the others, shaking her head at the windy moans buffeting the armoured ambulance. Is it even colder here than at Landstrider? the Peregrino woman wondered.

Avare turned back to Perun. "Alright, Captain Pengarikano. What can you tell me about this coup? Do you know of any followers this Prince Jakobe has or had in town or in the surrounding area? What kind of opposition can we expect to deal with?" He liked the look of the man--fair skinned, classically Ghantish, exotic. A sense of shame welled up in him at the attraction to other men he could not suppress, and he sternly reminded his mind to focus on the tactical situation.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:11 pm

The Airport
Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

"Thank you for the jeeps," said Avare. "I am honoured to make your acquaintance. We have two vehicles of our own that will be coming along."

“The honor is mine, truly.” Perun said with a nod and a slight smile. “It is good to see friends in our midst. For most have heard of the alliance with the Edomar, but have never seen one in the flesh. Your skin is...quite crisp. In any case, it is good that you have your own vehicles. Should be enough room for all then.” Perun directed his men to return to their vehicles and be prepared to lead back to the Fortress.

Avare turned back to Perun. "Alright, Captain Pengarikano. What can you tell me about this coup? Do you know of any followers this Prince Jakobe has or had in town or in the surrounding area? What kind of opposition can we expect to deal with?"

“What we know is that King Josu died in his sleep, from some kind of poisoned wine that originated from Prince Jori and Princess Kristen. I knew Jakobe from the time he was born, and I wouldn’t put it past him to have poisoned the wine to not only murder his father but also to implicate his brother and Kristen so he could get away with it. I also can tell you that Jakobe certainly wouldn’t have acted alone...for several years he has operated with a cadre informally known as the ‘twelve apostles...a group of court favorites of Jakobe that lurked and lingered around the Fortress, doing his bidding and scheming with him. He named four of them to the Small Council, and they were present for the Trial by Combat...but had not been seen since the end of it. I do not know where they are or what they are up to...but chances are it is most foul indeed. I have men searching the city looking for them in any case.” Perun explained as he rubbed his facial scars and climbed into a jeep, waiting for the Edomites to be ready before moving.

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Sun Jan 18, 2015 11:12 pm

“Home Sweet Home”
Zirileku
Ziri, Eskura, Ghant

“Euri otoitz duzu, lokatzetan aurre ere izan dezakezu.” (You pray for rain, you also have to deal with the mud.) - Ghantish proverb

Princess Laena of Hiljantzi made sure her remote mountain stronghold was ready to receive guests, and that her son was prim and proper. Albert was returning with family, and she wanted to ensure that the place was prepared to receive them.

And so it was, when Albert opened the doors to his old home. “Ah, it is good to be back.”

Laena limped over to her husband upon her cane, and spoke with her lisp. “Aye, and it is good to have you returned to me, my lord husband.” She planted a big kiss upon his lips.

Isabel then walked in after Albert, smiling at Laena and saying, “Hola, cousin. How are you?”

Her tone was cordial, but her body language was very possessive of Albert…..the way that she stood right behind Albert, nestling her bosom right up behind his shoulder blades. The way that she lightly brushed the hair at the back of his neck. It was a subtle, but unmistakable message….yes, you have to share him with me, now.

“Laena, you remember my cousin Isabel, do you not?” Albert asked his wife as he stepped aside.

“Why yes of course...I remember her from our wedding especially. She seemed so happy for us when we were married.” Laena blushed. “Seems like such a long time ago. It is so good to see some of Albert’s family around. I have adequate chambers prepared for you and the others, and naturally to provide additional accommodations, I can have Albert stay with me in my chambers.”

“I see. Albert, what do you think of that, sweet cousin? Laena has very generous lodgings provided, it seems,” Isabel feigned gratitude.

Her real message…..just try to keep my hands off him. Just try…..you silly old fool.

“I think it sounds fine. I have a duty to oblige my lady wife, and satisfy her as needs be.” Albert nodded as Laena grinned.

Isabel rolled her eyes where Laena didn’t see her, but at an angle where Albert could, mouthing….this isn’t going to stop me from coming after you, lover.

“Can I interest you in food or refreshment? There is much to enjoy.” Laena offered. “And have you heard about this business in Jehenna?” she asked as she walked into the other room.

Albert nodded. “Aye, yes to both. The situation in Jehenna is one that I am intimately familiar with.”

Isabel smiled slyly at Albert…..”You know, if Nathan does….predecease you…..it could be the way to remove Malibar from power, “ she whispered.

“...Wouldn’t that be convenient?” Albert asked. “Although, I wonder how your nieces would feel about that. I have heard they love to gossip.”

“That they do. That they do, but if Malibar is…..removed from the equation, Martin becomes King of Dakmoor. He has no higher ambitions that I can gather and neither does Maria,” Isabel observed.

“But Martin is loyal to his father and would seek to avenge him. Malibar is untouchable directly. Any...erosion of his power would have to come from other places. Think of it like a Jenga tower. Pulling blocks, here and there...until the tower finally collapses from all the holes.” Albert explained.

“Well, how would we go about this, exactly?” Isabel asked him in another whisper, feeling more aroused as they spoke of Albert’s plans and ambitions to undercut Malibar.

“Turn the nobility against him...the northern nobility, where my power is great, and where I have many friends.” Albert grinned.

“Undermine his power as Lord Paramount, then,” Izzy asked for clarity’s sake.

“Naturally. Jakobe served as right good bait. He served his purpose. Now we can sit back and watch the domino effect. Think about it for a minute. Malibar’s step-daughter and the Emperor come up north, kill a king, and deliver Jehenna into Malibar’s corner with ease. Makes you wonder how the other kings, lords and chieftains are going to take that...they might wonder if they are going to be next...and they might get angry at the implications and start something.”

“Do you intend harm to Kristen of the Vorindun?” Isabel wondered.

“Of course not. I don’t intend to harm anyone.” Albert reassured her with a playful grab of her ass while Laena wasn’t looking.

“Just please promise not to hurt that girl or have her hurt. She’s a truly sweet girl,” Isabel sought to be assured, “I am with you, you know that. Loyal as a dog. But still, I do not wish to hurt Kristen. She has no real lengthy connection to Malibar, anyway. Her mother just happens to have married him.”

“It is not my intention to see anyone get hurt, sweet cousin.” Albert reassured her.

“Thank you, dear cousin Albert. So, tell me, cousin Laena, how is your health?” Isabel inquired.

“Much better, now that my Lord husband has returned to me. You are so kind to return him to me.” Laena said gently.

“Yes, well, he is your husband, after all,” Isabel said as she mercifully didn’t reveal the hand slipping down the back of Albert’s pants.

“Of course he is...he belongs to me, naturally.” Laena insisted.

Just then, in walked Maria, virtually unannounced, seeing Albert, Laena, and Isabel….laughing suddenly in fact.

“Hey, there, cousins! How are all of you?” Maria asked them, trying to forget for now that Martin and Albert had no love lost between them.

Albert narrowed his eyes as Martin and Maria entered. “I was fine, until you brought a Dakmaran into my home. I don’t know which one is worse...that one or the one in your belly.”

“Oh, Albert, don’t be like that, please?” Helga’s strong German accent announced her presence.

Dora then proved the most surprising visitor of all…..her red hair turned partly white now from her years of hard life and sorrow. She had lost two husbands, the second one last year to emphysema. Enrique never could give up the nicotine.

Bessie followed her long lost daughter in, staying close to her and embracing her. Their reunion was a sweet moment…

*******

Bessandra had been weeping in the Royal Valdez Palace. She cried out for Dora...begged her to come her. To let her mother snuggle her once more.

Dora trembled as she approached her mother…..it had been nearly 7 years….so much had happened in that time. Including her last husband, Pedro. The emphysema had claimed his life and now she was alone again. Alone, except for family, and now that Diego had her tracked down, she was ready to reunite. So much had changed. Dora had lost her children by her first husband, but now….she had a five year old son by Pedro. Emilio….and he was right there with her, ready to meet his grandmother at last. Too bad that Pedro’s health had declined when Emilio was just three.

Bessie, sobbing in her seat, looked up at the woman that was approaching her. She sat there and stared for a moment. A mother always knows her children though. “...Dora boo? Is that you?”

“It is, Mama. It is me. I am here. And my son is with me. That is your grandmother, Emilio,” Dora told her son as she embraced her mother and he hugged both of them excitedly.

Bessie burst into tears as she embraced Dora and didn’t let her go, stroking her hair and kissing her face. “My baby! You are home...you are safe.” Bessie turned to Emilio. “Hello Emilio. I am grandma.”

“Nana!” Emilio reached for his grandmother, while Dora cried on her mother’s shoulders.

“Baby! Come see grandma!” Bessie scooped up her grandson and hugged him, holding him in between herself and Dora, kissing them each on the forehead and stroking their hair. “I missed you, and I love you. You are my life.”

“Forgive me, Mama. I was so afraid after Rojo Martes….so afraid. In terror for my life and I got stranded...and then Pedro found me. He didn’t know who I was and I was afraid to tell him at first, but he found me and he loved me. He protected me and we had Emilio together. By the time that I really felt safe, he got sick and I had to deal with that. Forgive me, Mama. I love you, too,” Dora sobbed.

“He was a good man. A really good man. Pedro. Once I told him my secret, he swore to keep it and he always did, to protect Emilio and me,” Dora added as she recalled how Pedro, a lawyer, but a decent man, anyway, had taken such good care of her.

“Luciano Guzman is gone...dead. You are safe now, and forever more. You need not live in fear, nor sweet Emilio.” Bessandra collapsed in tears of joy.

“Thank God! He was the shadow that I never escaped, the reason why it took months before I would even let Pedro touch me, and he was the only man since. Pedro, that is. It took me a little while to feel safe with Pedro, but when I did, I became his lover and then his wife,” Dora explained.

“Do you want to see Isabel? She is here.” Bessie asked with her daughter and grandson firmly within her embrace.

“Izzy? God, yes! Emilio, we’re going to see your Aunt Isabel!” Dora told her son excitedly.

“Tia Isabel?” Emilio was very excited to hear that.

“And what of Diego and his sisters? My nieces and nephew?” Dora wondered, “Diego is King now. Is he too busy for his Aunt Dora?”

“He is around, I can take you to him too. His sisters are healthy and happy. Maria is set to become the Crown Princess of Dakmoor, Rosa is married to a fellow by the name of Ray from Ganosia, and Blanca is married to Perrin Pahath-Moab of New Edom, as I am sure you are aware.” Bessie tried to explain with a broken voice.

“Mother, are you okay?” Dora embraced Bessie again.

“...I am just in shock. I thought you were dead...I buried you and your children. And here you are again, with a new child. God is truly great! I don’t want to lose you again, Dora boo.”

“Mother, you couldn’t have buried me without my body. Unless some other body was presented as mine,” Dora pointed out.

“No...buried you figuratively.” Bessie smiled. “Let me summon your sister...Isabel!” Bessie shouted.

“Speak of the Devil and the Devil appears,” Isabel laughed, but then cried when she saw Dora, rushing to her to give her an extremely warm embrace.

Dora fell on Isabel’s shoulders and began crying like a baby. The sisters were reunited at last.

“Look, Emilio, it is Aunt Isabel. Can you give her a hug?” Bessie asked her grandson.

“Tia Isabel!” Emilio rushed to hug her and Isabel picked him up to hold him.

“Such a handsome boy. He will have the girls swooning in record time,” she said.

And for that particular moment in time, Bessandra was truly happy for the first time in a long time…

*******

Albert wasn’t known for his sense of hospitality. “...So I take it you expect us to provide you with a place to sleep, eh?” Albert asked Maria. “I have half a mind to make you sleep in the snow.” Albert said that last part while looking at Martin.

“Oh, cousin Albert, really?” Dora asked him, “Why not be sensible? They are family, even Martin now.”

“Not family until they are wed...which they are not yet. At the very least give them separate rooms.” Albert sneered.

“Oh, cousin, please….,” Dora pleaded, followed by Isabel silently giving him the pouty look.

“Sorry to have displeased you, Uncle Albert, but I still care about you…..it’s just that I love Martin. It’s not about his family with me. It’s just about Martin himself,” Maria fought back tears.

“Oh, his family eh? Tell me about that.” Albert grinned, while Martin held Maria’s hand with interlocked fingers.

“As I said, this is not about families. I love Martin. He was always there for me. He protected me. He was my guardian angel. I have always loved him, ever since then. Surely you can understand this, can’t you, Uncle Albert?” Maria called him Uncle, even though he technically was a first cousin once removed.

“Oh yes, certainly. Although it could have been just mere happenstance. What would have happened if Nathan chanced upon that room instead of Martin? Would you be Empress of Ghant right now?” Albert asked curiously.

“Oh, Uncle Albert, that is mere speculation. Nathan is nice and all, but he’s no Martin. I’m not even sure that he could have stopped Grandfather in those days, but Martin did,” Maria insisted, “I do not care about power or titles. Being Queen of Dakmoor is honor enough for me.”

Helga coughed, “Really, please, can we be civil here? We are family, like it or not.”

Albert shot Helga a look. “You should have been Empress of Ghant. Your cousin went and fucked that up though...patu reared its ugly head on him didn’t it?”

“I am a German Vorindun and a Lutheran Christian, sir. I do not believe in patu. In any case, Karl was always the head of our family and he sized up Nathan’s character as somewhat wanting. Lacking in….manly qualities. Thankfully, Diego has shown no such failings. I am already pregnant to him, as you know. I would not have handled marriage to Nathan very well, I fear. Too soft and sentimental for me. Diego is a harder man. Much more suited to my nature.”

Albert laughed so hard he almost coughed, before raising his voice. “Lacking in manly qualities, eh? I raised that boy to be a man...a warrior. Nathan slew in personal combat a man much bigger, stronger and meaner than him. He strangled Jakobe with his own fucking flaming spiked chain whip. Could precious Diego have done that? My nephew fights his own battles and wins. You know why? Because I made sure of it. The boy may be a fool, but he is a warrior. So for you to sit there and say that Diego is a harder man is a slap to my fucking face. Had it been Diego in that pit, he would have been dead. Karl misread my nephew and you damn well know it.”

“It had nothing to do with the obvious things, Albert. Nor do I necessarily agree with my cousin’s decision. But it was final and I am content with it. Diego’s skills have been more political in nature than military. He used his talents to create a political party and fight his way back into power by ballots, knowing that civil war would only wreck his country. Karl had a more direct and violent route, but he saw in Diego a man of similar iron will. I thought that you admired your cousin, anyway. It is a pity to see such disdain for him. He will be rather disappointed to hear of it. At any rate, I know very well what debt my sister owes Nathan. Still, what bothered my cousin Karl was a certain…..softness where women were concerned, you see. Karl took Nathan as being too sentimental and weak in dealing with the fair sex. That was the lack of what Karl considered manly. This was a man who believed in kinder kirche und kuch, after all. Cousin Martin had his work cut out convincing the man to end the Salic Law,” Helga explained.

“I admire Diego a great deal for the work he has done.” Albert pointed out. “I harbor no disdain for him. But Nathan is my nephew and my Emperor, and what I wanted was what would have been best for him and for my country. Which would have been you. Karl fucked over my country and my House by denying you, and I haven’t forgotten that.”

Martin had enough. “I won’t suffer anymore disrespect against my House, my sister, or my step-sister.”

Albert snorted. “Under my roof, Dakmaran, you will suffer what I damn well please you to. Otherwise, you can sleep in the snow. Count yourself fortunate that your mother was the woman that I loved, otherwise I wouldn’t have even let you inside.”

“So, the truth comes out. This was all about Elizabeth, this whole vendetta,” Helga noted, “this whole time. All about Elizabeth Mutu.”

Laena hobbled back into the room with bread and salt for the guests. With her lisp, she spoke. “Poor woman. She was engaged to Crown Prince John, while Malibar was with Caroline Zuria. John took her maidenhood, and up to that point was the only man she had ever been with. John and Malibar were best friends, and they went clubbing in Ghish with their ladies. Once there, Caroline ditched Malibar and seduced John, grinding on him and grabbing at his manhood like a hungry siren. Then John took Caroline home and left Elizabeth crying alone, only for Malibar to comfort her. Albert always loved her, but dared not say anything whilst she was with John. But once John dumped her for Caroline, Albert declared his undying love for her, and expressed his desire to court her. But she denied him for Malibar, and the two got into a fight...and Malibar won. Then my father reached out to Emperor Albert and offered me to the heartbroken prince, who accept. And we have been married happily for twenty years.”

Bessandra walked in methodically. “The fact that Elizabeth could love John and Malibar, but not Albert, destroyed him. For there may be many flowers in a man's life, but there is only one rose.”

“That does explain a lot. Don’t you think that it is time to put this behind you, cousin?” Dora implored.

“Perhaps, sweet cousin. Perhaps.” Albert said with lowered eyes. Then he walked away, sulking back to his quarters.

Martin and Bessandra both helped themselves to the bread and salt. Bessandra shrugged. “Never talk about Elizabeth around him...makes him sad.”

Isabel couldn’t help it...fuck subtlety….she ran after Albert and pushed her way into his quarters, not giving him a chance to close the door behind him….

“Sweet Albert….don’t be down….you know how I feel about you, after all,” Isabel gave him a deep tongue kiss, not bothering to close the door behind them.

Albert grabbed Isabel by the arms and pushed her away. “Are you mad, woman? The door is open.”

“Easily solved, then,” Isabel closed it behind her, “do not stay mad at me over this, please. I understand if you do not want to make love right now, but a kiss can do no harm.”

“This is Ziri...my wife is the King’s daughter.” Albert reminded her. “How can we have sex here? Where?” Albert’s world was spinning a thousand miles per hour.

“My dear, poor Albert. My eagle. How long will you live in fear of them? Surely, they should consider it an honor to have the Lord Prince Albert in their family, should they not? Anyway, I will honor your wishes, but you need only ask and I am at your beck and call, as always,” Isabel departed, swaying her hips to remind him of that fact.

Albert grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to him, turning her around and kissing her passionately. “You need to be patient. I keep telling you that. Wait, and then everything shall be in order.” Albert let her go and walked to the far side of his chambers.

“Just remember, dear. Your beck and call,” Isabel said, whispering in his ear, “also remember, no matter what, even when we differ, my loyalty is to you, no one else.”

“Good, I will have need of it soon.” Albert said as he looked out the window into the snowy black night.

“We are such an odd couple, you know. I’m such a modern woman in so many ways, but I adore you, my rugged, old-fashioned eagle. My warrior,” Isabel said as her parting shot.

“And I love you too, sweet cousin.” Albert said without looking.

Meanwhile, Martin addressed his step-sister from the family room. “You know, Helga...do you consider it possible that Margarethe could get pregnant?” Martin was kissing Maria’s arm like a hungry man might run his mouth over corn on the cob.

“Mother? Of course she can. In fact, let me show you something,” Helga showed a text on her phone from Margarethe.

Daughter, guess what? I’m going to give you a baby brother or sister! Malibar doesn’t know yet. I want to share the good news with him soon, but for now, I’m selfish now to want him to keep “trying” for a baby for a good while longer. I am such a bad girl.

“...Well, what does everyone think about that?” Martin asked curiously, turning to Maria.

“Maybe we should tell your father and advise him to keep trying, anyway. For Margarethe’s sake,” Maria laughed.

“I think you should let Margarethe tell him herself.” Bessie offered. “I didn’t tell Alfonso about Dora for the longest time…” Bessie smiled at her long lost red headed daughter.

Laena shrugged and sulked off to the other room, clearly disinterested.

“Tell him what?” Dora asked her mother, truly curious.

“That I was pregnant with you.” Bessie responded to Dora.

Meanwhile, Maria sent a text to Laena…..

Sorry if you seem to be given little respect. It wasn’t intentional. Please forgive us. It is just the crazy things happening around here of late.

“Helga, what do you think about Maria?” Martin asked his step-sister as he tickled Maria’s sides. “When she gets tickled she giggles like a little girl.”

Bessie raised an eyebrow. “I just think it is interesting that Diego and Martin will be brothers-in-law on both sides.”

“Kristen is just as bad. I hope for her sake that Jori never catches on,” Helga chuckled really loud.

“...And who is this Gaudentia woman everyone is talking about?” Bessie asked. They say she kissed Nathan with passion for the Trial by Combat.”

“Gaudentia? Oh, yes, the Roman legate to Draconis. Yes, rumor now has it that Nathan and she have been lovers. Not sure how this late incident will affect that, if true,” Helga remarked coolly.

“That explains a few things, I must say,” Isabel spoke up, walking back to rejoin the others, “I knew that it was only a matter of time. No man can be as subservient to a woman as Nathan has been without chafing in some way in response in time. This was his way of chafing, I suppose, especially after she kicked out of his house and bed.”

Martin didn’t like where this conversation was going. “Nathan would be a fool to cheat on my sister, after everything she does for him. She was pregnant with three babies, and was left weak and fragile after delivery. She was under a lot of stress that Nathan put on her. And if he actually had the nerve to go and cheat...I would break his legs.”

“Well, one could argue, Martin, that if he did cheat, he reaped his patu, if such exists, already. He’ll be lucky to survive,” Maria noted.

Martin turned to Helga. “Does Sophia know any of this? Has anyone said anything to her?”

“I doubt it. No one wants to crush her. Plus, none of this was confirmed. For all we know, Gaudentia could have been giving him a kiss for luck. Maybe she likes him that way and he hasn’t acted on it. No real evidence but a single kiss right before battle. Maybe she feared never getting another chance to tell him how she felt. Mind you, Diego has lovers and I didn’t object until he got me involved once. Then it was a bit much for me. It was enjoyable, but was too frightening to continue….you know, what I ended up doing with that woman while he was with us,” Helga explained, “he has since kind of either cooled it or kept it more discreet, out of consideration for my feelings. Plus he dropped that Carlita Ruiz woman like a bad habit.”

Martin sighed. “I would never do that to Maria...she is all the woman I will ever need.” Martin said as he kissed the back of her neck...he found it hard to not keep his hands off of her.

“That is very sweet of you, Martin….oh, thank you. Still, it probably helps to know that if you do, I’d have to kill the other woman, probably push her out a window, or at least scratch her face so bad that it would ruin her beauty,” Maria sighed, “and it probably helps to know that if a man tried to touch me, I would scream rape so loud that half the city of Dakar would hear me, and then I would kick him in the balls.”

“Indeed I would devastate any man that would presume to advance upon my lady love. I have half a mind to go with Helga to Jehenna, but my place is in Dakmoor with Maria. We have plans to marry next month. As you may be aware, she is almost four months pregnant, and I would like to make her my wife as soon as possible. The weather will be slightly more accommodating than.” Martin explained.

“With twins, I might add,” Maria smiled at him.

“Oh that is just wonderful!” Bessie exclaimed. “Twins do run on both sides of the family, as Maria’s mother was a twin, and so was Martin’s mother.”

Meanwhile, Albert stood on the balcony of his chamber, out in the cold winter air. He was dressed casually still, letting the cold wash over him. He took a deep puff from a cigar as he looked out into the night. He had a record playing in his room, one of his Favorite numbers. He looked at the mountain in the distance, and then at the palace beneath it, a relatively newer one. Home to his father-in-law, King Duard of Ziri. Down there was his wife, their first daughter, her husband, their son and daughter, their son’s wife and their new baby.

Albert was waiting for something. That much was for certain. Albert whispered into the thick cold winter air. “You bastard, Duard...you told my wife that you suspected that I was cheating on her with my cousin. No matter...for winter is coming.”

As the clock struck midnight, he could hear it...the loud roar. The mountain in the distance shuddered and roared, rocking and shaking the surrounding valley. Albert puffed on the cigar and bobbed his head to the orchestral piece as the massive avalanche of snow, ice and rock cascaded down the side of the mountain. The palace at the base of the mountain was no match for the great accumulation of debris, and it was completely engulfed and destroyed. There was no way anyone could have survived that. And to think it all happened as the orchestral piece was coming to a close! Albert smirked, and went back into the main room.

“Laena!” Albert bellowed.

Laena came hobbling back in upon her gimp leg, with her cane to help her. “Yes, my lord husband?”

“I don’t know how to tell you this in kind words...but there was an avalanche...your father’s family and that of your sister is gone, their palace destroyed. You are now Queen of Ziri. And I am the King.”

As Laena stood there stunned, with tears forming in her eyes, the various guards posted in the room shouted in unison, “the King is dead! Long live the Queen!”

Isabel felt real shame and sorrow, not sure how Albert had done, but he had…..killed an entire family so he could be King….but in for a penny, in for a pound. God didn’t exist, anyway. Not really. If He did, He had butchered too many innocents to be in place to judge Albert. If anything, God had far more blood on His hands. Isabel had no choice….she still loved Albert. Always had. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“I think I am going to bed.” Bessandra said, somewhat disgusted.

“Yes, me too.” Martin said as he got up and discreetly went to find the most remote bedroom he could find.

“Same here. Congratulations, Your Majesties. Condolences on your loss, Laena,” Maria added.

“Yes...condolences, Laena. It is my honor to curtsy to you, however, Your Majesties,” Isabel bowed.

“Excuse me. I think that I am ill,” Helga rushed to the bathroom.

Laena limped away on weak knees to her chambers. “Attend me my King, your Queen demands it.”

Albert bowed, “if you would excuse me,” and went off with his wife.

Meanwhile, Martin leaned around a corner and signaled Maria to follow him, with a grin.

“That sick bastard, he murdered that entire family, didn’t he?” Maria whispered when they got alone.

“...I suspect so. Four generations of a Great House gone under the guise of an avalanche.” Martin said as he shut the door behind them when they got to the room. “I told you the man is dangerous.” Martin kissed her and ran a hand through her hair.

Maria wept honestly, but she kissed him, anyway, “Anyone who maligns your family as evil needs to take a close look at the Iron Eagle, our host. He is our host, however. God help us all.”

Martin held Maria close to him, kissing the tears from her cheeks. “Shh, its alright. You are safe with me, my love. I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you and will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

“Thank you, my love. Yes, and you are safe with me. If Albert tried to harm you, I would kill him, push him off his balcony, and take the consequences,” Maria said, quite seriously, even willing to anger Isabel for her beloved Martin, “Isabel will still love him, you know. We Garzan princesses love a man unconditionally and never give him up. No matter how wicked he is. Isabel the Mad Queen even forgave Prince Stephen’s occasional lapse into whoremongering. Though she made him do penance in proper Catholic fashion for it, a whip to his own back. She even made the Cortes make him King afterward. The nobles who made up the Cortes in those days were too frightened of the Mad Queen to refuse.”

“To be fair to Albert, all I heard was an avalanche.” Martin said as he laid down on the bed. “And if he was involved, I doubt we would ever know he was.”

“Then I will assume that he just prayed for one. Wouldn’t put that past him, either. Oh, fuck him...no, wait, bad choice of words. Forget him, I mean. Let’s make love. I’m not too far along for that, yet. Oh, and while I don’t excuse what Nathan did, let me promise you….I’m too Garzan to ever kick you out of my bed. It’s our bed, anyway, not just mine,” Maria laughed as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I would never do anything that would make you even want to kick me out.” Martin laughed as he kissed her back and pulled her into the bed on top of him, kissing her and caressing her skin. He made his best effort to remove his clothes.

Maria turned around and planted herself directly on him…..going for what she really wanted to taste right then….”I love kissing you, Martin, but right now, I want to serve you.”

“Serve me then, while I serve you.” Martin said as he worked her out of her dress and what remained of his clothes.

Meanwhile, Albert was busy with Laena. First she cried out for his comfort, and then she insisted that he take her. And so he did...and she was rather noisy about it. Albert wondered what Isabel thought about that…

Isabel felt a pang of jealousy, no doubt of that. Still, this had to be done. Keep the wife happy while she lived. Besides, Albert belonged to Isabel in his heart. Time was on her side and she planned to have his baby, whether Laena liked it or not. Anyway, Maria was right. Isabel loved Albert, no matter what. If she could love him after he possibly blew up four generations of Zirian royals….she could love him in spite of him bedding his wife. She was faithful and loyal to Albert. She owed him and she loved him. She belonged to him. While she resented Laena still having a hold on him, she would put up with it. No one else, though. She would share him with his wife, but no more lovers….oh, who was she kidding…..Albert could be soaked in the juices of a whole brothel and she would let him take her. She could never deny him. She would slap him, maybe, but she would let him have her whenever he asked for it.

Bessie went to check on Helga and then on Dora, wondering what they were up to…

Dora was keeping Emilio busy, teaching him out some words of Ghantish to help him learn the language when he was young enough to pick it up easier. He was excited, too, to learn some new sounds and words.

“Mama!” Dora rushed to hug her, “Did he really…..please tell me that he didn’t have anything to do with it. Cousin Albert, I mean….and surely Isabel wasn’t involved in it, either.”

“Now now, seems to me like it was just an avalanche.” Bessie reassured her as she snuggled her young grandson. She wasn’t sure if she believed that, but she was more than willing to give her nephew the benefit of the doubt.

“I hope that you’re right. I have seen enough people suffer and die as it is,” Dora crossed herself, being a fairly good Catholic as much as she could be.

“I am going to go check on Helga again...I think she is having the sickness. I know how these things go...so do you.” Bessie kissed her grandson and ran a hand through his hair and embraced her daughter before going off. “Helga!” she said.

Helga heard Bessie’s voice and finished washing out her mouth, after which she wiped it and washed her hands before turning to her husband’s grandmother.

“Grandmother, how are you?” Helga asked her with some concern, “I was just suffering morning sickness, you know.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. These things happen...I have been there.” Bessie said, with a sigh. “Tell me true, between women. Have you ever thought about...what would have happened had Karl agreed? I mean, how did you feel about the Emperor? If there was ever a woman who had a shot at becoming Empress, it was you. So tell me true.” Bessie asked.

“Nathan? He was nice. I’ll give you that. I wasn’t in love with him. I would have married whomever Karl decided upon. If he had said to marry Nathan, then I would have done so. However, I am no Sophia. My style and hers are very different. I doubt that I could have given Nathan a swift kick in the ass whenever some thought that he needed it. I am too German for that. We are taught that men command and women obey. Nathan might have run amuck with me as his wife. On the other hand, I would have kept him pretty busy in the sack. None of this making him beg or kicking him out of bed business. Not my style. I am happy with Diego, anyway. He’s a better fit for me. More dominant, you see,” Helga explained.

“Well, maybe he could have been too. Sophia married him because she was in love with him, you see. Sometimes I wonder about other suitors I had, and I think about what might have been. Sometimes I think about Tertullian III...sometimes I wonder if I should have married him instead. Alas, my family and his were not on the best of terms, whereas House Valdez was on friendly terms with us at the time. Hence why things happened the way they did.”

“God ordains things how they are. It is not Fate or happenstance. My church taught me that much in catechism, at least,” Helga assured Bessandra….she was a properly baptized Lutheran Christian, after all.

“I think people choose their own destinies, Helga. Or at least they should, I think.” Bessie lamented.

Right then, Dora walked back in to check on them.

“What is the matter, Mother?” she said, having put Emilio down for his nap.

“Just having a conversation among women...about men and such.” Bessandra sighed. “You know how it goes.”

“About what men, Mother? Just because I miss Pedro and Eduardo before him, doesn’t mean that I am a nun now,” Dora reminded her.

“We were talking about past options. For me there was Tertullian III and your father, I chose the latter. For Helga, there was Diego and Nathan, and she chose the former. I often wonder how things would be if Helga were Empress...I think she could have molded Nathan, made him something other than what he is today. Country could be different too. Naturally as a Princess of Ghant I often concern myself with the fortunes of my House.” Bessie explained.

“Most princesses only concern themselves with the most fashionable dress, in my experience,” Helga observed.

“And this one concerns herself mostly with raising Emilio, and then with reuniting with my family, in that particular order,” Dora commented.

“...Helga is too proper to admit that she liked the Emperor...she wouldn’t admit it, of course, for the sake of Diego and for not shaming Karl.” Bessie grinned. “He would have made you happy, and he would have learned. Sophia, god bless her, loves the man to death, but feels the need to mother him and nurture him for his...differences. Nathan needs a wife, not a mother.”

“i, on the other hand, need a firm hand. It wasn’t my call, anyway. Vorindun court regulations and custom forbid a princess of the blood marrying without the consent of the sovereign and he only gave his consent to Diego, not to Nathan. Karl, that is. A princess is to be seen and not heard, or something like that. Kinder kirche und kuch. Such is the will of God. So be it. Our Heavenly Father is wiser than us,” Helga assured them.

“...So you never think about it? I sometimes think about what being Empress of Rome might have been like...to walk in the footsteps of Ella.” Bessie asked.

“Well, no offense, Mother, but while a selfish part of me is glad that you didn’t, I think that the children you would have had would have been happier. Father was….well, Father. A despicable villain and you know it. The worst king in Garzan history bar none. That’s a very low bar to set, but to be fair, politics favored the House of Valdez, not the Tertulliani,” Dora remarked.

“You were worth it, sweet girl. So were my grandbabies.” Bessie smiled.

“Thank you, Mother. Is it true that you cut Father off at one point? If so, good for you. He could have his….member stapled for the rest of his days and it would have been justice, even if he had to watch you dance in a conga line of naked men,” Dora made it quite clear what she thought of Father…..aka Alfonso.

“It is true. After I caught wind of what he was doing to Isabel, I never shared a bed with him again...willingly that is.” Bessie said whilst staring at the wall. “I would feel disgust anytime he touched me, and I let him know that. The very thought of obeying him made me want to puke.”

“He had other women, anyway. More’s the pity. I wish that he had an accident and lost his...cojones,” Dora laughed evilly.

“He would have deserved it, from what Diego tells me,” Helga agreed.

“I told him if he ever touched Isabel again, that I would take his balls and my brother would kill him. Granted this was many years before he became king. By the time he became king, we were hardly together in any intimate sense. By then he had his cadre of whores to keep him busy...they did me a favor as far as I am concerned.”

“If I had gotten him alone in a dark alley, Mama, I do not care if I would be damned for it to Hell, or if I had rotten patu, as a result…..I would have gelded, and then murdered him,” Dora told her mother starkly.

“So would I. A man who preys on children deserves nothing but pain and death. He was vermin. I wouldn’t have let him touch me, either. You were right to cut him off, Grandma,” Helga smiled in a predatory manner, one that resembled a panther ready to pounce.

“Did you ever worry that once he became King, he might retaliate for you cutting him off?” Dora asked her mother abruptly.

“No, because by the time he became King, my twin brother was already Emperor of Ghant. And then after that, his son was Lord Regent...both very intimidating men.” Bessie answered honestly.

“So, you knew that they would protect you,” Helga noted coolly.

“Of course. And I knew that their wrath would be terrible...I suspect that Alfonso did too, hence why he left me be.”

“That is a good motive, though with Garza and Ghant so far apart and the former being landlocked, I’m not sure how effective a revenge they could have taken,” Helga observed, “anyway, Dora, my belated condolences on your husband, though I am glad to see you alive after all, and with a son, no less.”

“My brother may have been a lout, but one would have been a fool to underestimate the lengths he would go to in order to protect his siblings. His second son...well, you know about him. In any case, I am quite tired, and I should be going to bed. A lady my age needs her rest.” Bessie yawned.

“Any age if pregnant,” Helga smiled, leaving Dora to her own devices as she went to bed.

Bessie laughed at Helga's response. “Aye, wiser words have seldom been said. Try not to think about the Hiljantzis...a most cruel and unfortunate thing indeed.” Bessie turned to Dora and kissed her on the cheeks. “Goodnight sweet girl, try to rest easy.” Dora for her part retired to her chambers to check on Emilio.

...As the night drew on, Albert stared out the window, deep in thought. Fate and fortune had smiled upon him, and naturally he wondered how he would proceed. As it were, his gaze was to the north...

by **New Edom** » Mon Jan 19, 2015 12:47 am

Jehenna, Eskura, Ghant

“The honor is mine, truly.” Perun said with a nod and a slight smile. “It is good to see friends in our midst. For most have heard of the alliance with the Edomar, but have never seen one in the flesh. Your skin is...quite crisp. In any case, it is good that you have your own vehicles. Should be enough room for all then.” Perun directed his men to return to their vehicles and be prepared to lead back to the Fortress.

Crisp? Avare thought--startled out of his attraction. Was that a mistranslation? He waited while they got geared up and into the vehicles. His RTO confirmed link up with the planes and with Landstrider via the satellite uplink.

“What we know is that King Josu died in his sleep, from some kind of poisoned wine that originated from Prince Jori and Princess Kristen. I knew Jakobe from the time he was born, and I wouldn’t put it past him to have poisoned the wine to not only murder his father but also to implicate his brother and Kristen so he could get away with it. I also can tell you that Jakobe certainly wouldn’t have acted alone...for several years he has operated with a cadre informally known as the ‘twelve apostles...a group of court favorites of Jakobe that lurked and lingered around the Fortress, doing his bidding and scheming with him. He named four of them to the Small Council, and they were present for the Trial by Combat...but had not been seen since the end of it. I do not know where they are or what they are up to...but chances are it is most foul indeed. I have men searching the city looking for them in any case.” Perun explained as he rubbed his facial scars and climbed into a jeep, waiting for the Edomites to be ready before moving.

"So you have no idea how many other men he has, how many supporters in the city?" Avare gave a fierce grin. "Alright then. This is what they pay me for, go barreling into the unknown. This is what we're going to do then: we're going to go to the fortress and get the Emperor and bring him back here in one piece. Are there other vehicles so we can move any of his...court or whatever it's called?"

As they rode along in the jeep he slung his rifle, keenly glancing around as they rode along. They watched rooftops, alleys, the roadside, trees, and farmland in caee of any possible hostiles. While they were being friendly, they had last done something like this at Delvian States, where they had been told to expect a friendly landing zone and a quick pickup of their embassy, and found themselves in an hour long battle through the streets, where they found the remainining embassy staff dead or raped.

by **Late Roman Empire** » Mon Jan 19, 2015 9:49 am

Gaudentia nodded in assent to what Captain Sharon said, "I am not leaving the Emperor's side if it can be helped at all. I am committed to seeing this through. I think that you understand that this is both a professional and personal decision. That was my mistake, getting too close. I might face disciplinary action from my superiors later, indeed, I deserve to, but in the meantime, I will remember my duty. I represent Rome here. Not perfectly, or I wouldn't have gotten involved romantically with the Emperor...it was wrong of me, but I will see this through. I will not abandon my post until recalled from it."

"There is....something else. I am carrying the Emperor's child in my womb," Gaudentia confessed.

"As for me, I was such a fool. I honestly believed that Jakobe was just a Renaissance Fair reject. I should have realized that this country truly was medieval in many ways, at least this far north. I should never have invoked the right to trial by combat. I actually planned to fight Jakobe myself, but in making the challenge, I forced the hand of the Emperor, who must have known better than I that Jakobe would have made mincemeat of me. I see that now. If he needs blood, I will happily donate it to save his life. He saved mine, after all," Princess Kristen admitted, white as a ghost at what she had caused.

"Mistakes have been made, all around. Including the Emperor's part. Let us focus on the present, not the past," Gaudentia encouraged Kristen.

by **New Edom** » Mon Jan 19, 2015 8:10 pm

Eskurra, Jehenna

Rosa Sharon was shocked at what Gaudentia had told her. Here she had thought Gaudentia was the sophisticated urbane woman she couldn't even compete with--got herself knocked up during this tour by the Emperor, was practically telling everyone about it now? She was clearly in a bit of shock.

At the same time, she sympathized, felt it was hard to blame her. It was such a temptation. She knew it herself; to challenge the traditions a woman was born to to rise in a new world on skill alone was such a shift from the subtle and gross signals all around her.And the Ghantar were often a foolish romantic people, but they could be very attractive and charming. She put out a hand and held Gaudentia's a moment.

"I understand. He's the kind of man women want to rescue," she said very quietly. "And part of it, for women of ambition like us, is such a temptation to resort to tradition and let our flesh tempt us. But you should keep a bit quiet about this, it could be dangerous. We don't know if there are other plotters, and if it is known you have an Imperial child in your womb..." she felt a strange kinship with Gaudentia, where before she had felt only rivalry and envy. "We have to be careful. We're not out of the woods yet."

IIwiki Admin · by **Ghant** » Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:26 pm

Ganos Lao wrote:-snip-

“For the Children Again”
Prince Stephen’s Estate
Ghish, Ghant

Prince Stephen of Ghant was a practical man…he was the sort who could see and appreciate a situation for what it was worth. Such a quality came in handy especially in regards to communiqués such as the one he had received from Empress Quinn of Ganosia.

Her response made sense…it read like a message that his own father might have sent to someone courting his younger sister Caroline. Never quick to marry off a Princess is the way to go, Stephen thought as he called his son Alexander, currently the Ghantish ambassador to New Edom.

“…This is the Ghantish Ambassador to New Edom speaking,” Alexander answered.

“This is your father. Alex, how are you doing?” Stephen responded.

“Things have been going well, just been keeping busy. Lots going on around here, just trying to stay on top of everything, you know?”

“Why yes of course. In fact, I have a proposition for you that I want you to consider for a moment.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“…I have been talking to Empress Quinn of Ganosia about a match between her daughter, Crown Princess Kushana and yourself, which in time would make you Emperor of Ganosia. As you might assume she is not willing to do anything in haste, but she is willing to entertain you at court to meet you and let Kushana get to know you as well. Would you be willing to go out there and spend a few days at court? You would be with a diplomatic team that will be working on building relations as well.”

“Sure, I could do that, father. I can have Lucas hold down the fort while I am away. He has seen enough of what I do to be capable of that.”

“Alright, good. I will write Empress Quinn again, and I want you to rendezvous with Lord Armand Ecevit when you get to the airport in Olyan. He will know you are coming and will wait for you there.

“Alright, sounds good father. I will leave tomorrow, if that is fine.”

“Of course. Take care so. Love you, talk to you soon.”

With that, Stephen got off the phone and went to responding to Empress Quinn of Ganosia.

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