[RETCONNED/NOT CANON] An Empress Rises Chapter 1 & onward

[CHAPTER 1]
15th March 2021
Archbishop’s Cathedral
Eternatus Island, Alksearia

Rhea stood at her window looking at the sea in the distance. Everything was going according to plan. Her declaration of the formation of the Theocratic Kingdom of Alksearia sped up the timeline a little, but it is working as planned. For too long has the Church been under the shadow of the Monarchy. Soon, the Church will be the Monarchy. It was working as intended. A knock at the door made Rhea turn around and walk away from her window. The morning light casted a long shadow in her office. A shadow that stretched towards the door and shortened as she walked towards it.

As she opened the door, there was Rose standing there with 5 different men. Rhea nodded and closed the door. Her first cabinet meeting as Queen. Nothing could stop her. She placed the Archbishop’s scarf around her shoulders and walked out of her office. Just like the tide of the ocean, she was about to come crashing down on Dorothea’s lies.

She walked the halls of the Cathedral like she normally did, but for the first time, it felt like she actually was doing something important. For the first time, it felt like there was power in these halls. The same feeling she had during the first year of her Archbishopric. As she rounded another corner, she saw Rose leaning against the wall.

“Ready?”

The words pierced Rhea’s mind. All this time, she had been going and going. She wasn’t thinking, and now she is asked if she is ready. Of course I am, Rhea said to herself. But she couldn’t say it outloud. Something held her back a moment. She nodded her head instead. Rose opened the door to the conference room. The 5 men she originally saw were now 11. Each of them held a position of some authority within the Church, and now they will hold power within her new Kingdom.

Rhea walked into the room and everyone stood and bowed before her. It felt nice to be recognized, even if the fool across the channel did not recognize her. She was going to be the Queen now.

She walked to the head of the table with Rose next to her. She looked and saw Alber also bowing. She couldn’t have been more proud of Alber. He has decided to stand by her.

“You all can sit.” Rhea ordered as she walked over to her chair and sat in it. She took a moment to look upon the table for a moment before continuing, “All of you are gathered here simply because we now have a nation to lead. I want a status report on the Order of Xaethos. How many military personnel can we get?”

The one man dressed in military attire leans over, “According to the most recent record, we could pull a good 100,000 of our own. We may need to hire mercenaries of some kind to help us. In addition, we can raise a militia if we instruct the priests on what to say.”

“Good. We are going to need as many men as we can muster. For now, send a guard to every single Temple and shrine we own. We must be ready for conflict at any moment. Especially since Dorothea is contesting this. How does our standing on the world stage look?”

Another man leans forward, “We have dispatched our ambassadors worldwide. Soon, we will have all the ambassadors recalled and we will control all official communication channels.”

“Just what I want to hear. And finally, what do we have planned for the current IF Ambassadors?” Rhea looks down at the intelligence officers sitting at the table.

They look at each other and whisper a little and then look back, “Oh trust us. We have a good plan.”


Dorothea’s Office
Urgia-Nova, Alksearia

Dorothea’s anger pulsed through her body. She stood at the head of the Council table and couldn’t get the thought of the treason out of her head.

“What do we know about this new Monarch?” Dorothea said brashly.

Lord Alexander responded, “Well, we know she has attempted to recall all our diplomats. Even the IF ones.”

Dorothea looks at Lord Alexander coldly, “You tell Hercoux and Lajolie that they are not going anywhere and I swear on Xaethos and Ademar if they get kicked out of the IF…”

“Yes Dorothea. Do not worry. The Office fo Foreign Affairs has it covered all ambassadors are told to double down on their position and those in our allies are requested to ask for an audience with the leaders ASAP. This is an urgent class Red action.”

“And you, Grandmaster. What is the status of the military and how prepared are we for potental violence?”

Grandmaster Jacques looks down at some paperwork, “Err, numbers are looking a little rough but we may have a defection of near half of our armed forces. In addition, I’m sure we could muster up a militia if necessary…”

“I want all troops stationed near major areas and on alert. We are moving to Code Amber protocols. Assume that violence will be starting soon.”

“Yes ma’am.” the Grandmaster replied.

“And as for the democratic government?” Dorothea looks over at Gerome.

Gerome responded, “As loyal as ever. Those who wanted to leave had the opportunity to do so. As of now, we have a solid majority in the Assembly.”

“Good. This is a threat on all fronts. I want this handles quickly and discreetly. I will not order the death of Rhea unless it is from a tribune she was present for. All that matters is de-escalation and moving towards a untied Alksearia.”

“Yes ma’am” everyone said at the Council.

“Dismissed. Be expected for many more emergency meetings.”

20th March 2021
Local Park
Rhilanon, Christie Island

Walking away from the hectic scene that was the International Forum was one of the best decisions Elise Hercoux could have made. It was insane. First the idiot Varitas in the Security Council, and then the fire, and the drinking, and Gabby catching on fire….

Her mind went into a blind panic for a moment. She couldn’t help but worry that Gabby would die on her, much like her family did in Roshall. She couldn’t imagine going through another major heartbreak.

This was no time to think about that. Instead, she took a couple deep breaths and kept walking with Gabrielle back towards their apartment, through the park that they had their second date in. It was a cute little picnic. Hercoux even brought a frisbee to throw around because of course she did. They went back to, at that time, Hercoux’s place and enjoyed a few alcoholic teas and watched some Rom-Coms. It was a good date night, and a good time to de-stress. It was also very scenic and a perfect place to propose.

The sun was starting to set, and the warm summer night breeze was blowing through the park. It was dark enough for the streetlights to start coming on, but there was enough light to see the path they always walked down together. It was too easy for Hercoux to get caught up in the scenery, enough so that it was almost jarring to hear someone talking.

“Hey…I’m…I’m sorry about what happened today in the IF. I should…” Lajolie had started to say.

“Don’t worry about it, okay? You were panicking. I would do the same thing. I wanted to make sure you were okay and safe.” Hercoux replied.

Lajolie looked at Hercoux, “I know you do, and I’m happy to see that happen. I like that you care, but I was reckless…”

Hercoux stopped walked and looked into the Lanjolie’s eyes, “Gabby, you were on fire. You were panicking. Don’t blame yourself. Let’s go back to our apartment and watch more of The Professor and we can wear our cozy pjs and crack open a merlot to celebrate.”

Lajolie looked confused, “Celebrate? Celebrate what??”

Hercoux chuckled a little, “Come on, we have a lot to celebrate. You survived another day at work, we are taking a trip through our favorite park…and you never know, maybe we will have more to celebrate by the time we get back.”

Hercoux could feel her stomach churn for a moment. She tried to keep her anxiety at bay, but the idea of proposing to someone is not something she thought she would ever be doing ,and yet, here she is. She’s just one bending knee and a ring away.

Lajolie chuckled a little, “You always find the smallest things to celebrate.”

“Life is too short to not enjoy it.”

They continued to walk down the pathway. Everything felt so surreal, but also sickening at the same time. Hercoux took a deep breath. Everything was going to be okay. Life is too short to not enjoy it. Hercoux thought to herself. She was going to do it today. Right here.

They made their way to a little clearing in the park. It was wide open, not many people were there, and it was just off the trail a little. They could just start to see the stars starting to be visible in the sky. Hercoux pulled Lajolie into the clearing. The two were laughing and enjoying themselves.

Hercoux came to a sudden stop and looked at Lajolie, “Gabby, I…I have something I want to tell you….”

Lajolie’s face fell into sheer terror, “um what? I….what??”

Hercoux realized her mistake in her phrasing, “Um,. wait, hold on. That’s not what I meant….I….” Hercoux’s face turned tomato red, “I want to ask you something.”

Hercoux held Lajolie’s hand as she knelt, “I keep saying life is…uh…too short to not enjoy, and there’s no better person I could think of that I want to enjoy life with. We’ve been through a lot together, and our job is very demanding, but I enjoy our time together. Um…at….I…I guess I’m asking….if…you would like to marry me?”

Hercoux could see Lajolie tearing up and starting to cry as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the ring on a necklace that Hercoux got for her. Lajolie continued to cry a little before she nodded her head yes. Hercoux stood up and put the necklace on her. They shared a quick kiss before Lajolie tugged at Hercoux’s arm

“I guess we now have another reason to celebrate with a merlot, eh?” Lajolie said jokingly.

Hercoux rolled her eyes a little jokingly, “I guess we do, Gabby.”

[5 minutes later…]

As they walked out the other end of the path, Hercoux said, “Hey, I need to hit the bathroom really fast. Do you mind waiting?”

Lajolie responded, “Go. I’ll be okay out here on my own.”

Hercoux rushed into the bathroom quickly. Her stomach could not stop churning from her anxiety, and now she was able to relieve herself. It felt good to sit and to let her stomach process. She looked at her watch and noticed it was about half past the hour. She thought that it would be a quick trip, but it quickly realized it wouldn’t. Hercoux pulled out her personal phone and texted Gabby:

>Hey cutie, I’m gonna be a little bit longer. I’m sorry.

[right]Don’t worry!! Just remember, we get to let yourself relax once we get back to the apartment<[/right]

>You’re right, but I still feel bad.

[right]As a wise and cute women once told me,<[/right]
[right]Life is too short to not enjoy it.<[/right]

Hercoux smiled and finished her business in the bathroom. She walked out of the stall and just as she finished washing her hands, she heard screams from outside the bathroom. She ran out of the Bathroom to see someone wearing the robes of Xaethos holding a knife to Lajolie. Hercoux went to run towards them when she heard the mysterious Xaethosi said, “A gift to you from the Archbishop.”

Almost as if it happened in slow-motion, Hercoux watched the knife stab Lajolie in her abdomen. She watched Lajolie try to pull the knife out as the mysterious Xaethosi pushed down on the knife. Hercoux started sprinting towards Lajolie and the figure let go of the knife and ran off into the park and out of Hercoux’s line of sight. She watched Lajolie start to collapse, and Hercoux caught her. Hercoux took the jacket that Lajolie had off of her and tried to stop the bleeding from the abdomen. She laid Lajolie down on the ground to try and help her. She quickly dialed for emergency services. After receiving confirmation, she continued to do her best to aid Lajolie’s bleeding.

Through labored breaths, Lajolie looked at Hercoux and smiled, “Hey….Have…Have I ever told you……that I…I love you and I loved spending time with you?”

Hercoux started to cry, “Please don’t say that. You’re going to live. The paramedics are on their way. Just 5 more minutes. Just please, stay with me. Stay strong.”

Lajolie held Hercoux’s hand and looked her in the eyes, “I am strong. You….You are strong. Defend Alksearia….from the….the Church…”

As the distant wails of sirens became close, and the flashing lights drew near, Hercoux could feel Lajolie starting to take her last breaths. She held her hand tightly to try and keep her awake for just another minute. Just one more. The paramedics were almost there.

Even as the area was filled with the sounds of sirens all around, Hercoux could hear the silence of the area they were in. Lajolie looked at Hercoux and coughed a little before smiling and saying, “I love you Ellie……”

Lajolie took her last breaths as Hercoux squeezed her hand tightly. The sounds of sirens felt right on top of her, but nothing could silence the screams of Hercoux mourning the loss of her fiance. The screams calling for Lajolie to come back from the dead. The screams of watching another loved one die, but instead of on a TV, in her own arms. Her last words echoed in her ears.

“I love you, Ellie…”

(OOC: Posted with permission.)

March 20, 2021
Cynebury, Tretrid
 
Bada Eadburgson prided himself in leading perhaps the most unscrupulous organization in all of Tretrid. The Royal Intelligence Service.

The RIS wasn’t that feared worldwide, but that was a good thing. It meant that their attempts to hide their tracks worked well.

The agency was a twisted mirror of sorts of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Both formed important parts of Tretrid’s international outreach, but while the Foreign Ministry sought to further Tretrid’s position geopolitically through diplomacy and maintenance of cordial relations with other nations, the RIS did so through decidedly less friendly means.

Currently, he was in a meeting with what amounted to his boss’s boss. It so happened that that particular individual happened to be the head of government.

“Director, I trust you recall that I asked you to start collecting information on internal Alkari affairs since even before the Balistrian War,” said the Prime Minister. “How much information do you have on the Church of Xaethos?”

“Mr. Prime Minister, I took the liberty of compiling a file of all the information we have on them for your perusal,” Bada said. He placed a manila folder stamped TOP SECRET on the table. It was stuffed with documents.

“Thank you, Director,” Eoforwine Æthelstanson said. He took the folder and skimmed the contents. “This is… quite comprehensive. How did you get all this information?”

“You probably shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

Bada was fully aware that if Eoforwine knew of the RIS’s more… shady tactics, he would find it even harder to sleep at night. He only needed to know the results. The means were irrelevant.

The Prime Minister had a conscience, dogged as it was, and that was a good trait for him. But that only meant the RIS had to do all the horrible work for him.

Eoforwine considered the documents for another couple of minutes before speaking again. “It would be so easy to call in the RTAF to just, I don’t know, invade Eternatus Island or something. But that obviously isn’t viable. There hasn’t been an opening of hostilities, or any declarations of war. We can only put our forces stationed in the former Balistria on hold.” He paused. “However…”

“You think the RIS can take measures to hamper the church before we need to intervene with military force.”

“Exactly, Director.”

Bada considered how best to attack the problem for a moment. “You know, Mr. Prime Minister, Alksearia is allied to a lot of countries all over Urth. There’s probably a lot of similar conversations happening in other countries.”

“So you’re going to ask me if you can work with them. Feel free. Just make sure the Church is less of a problem.”

“While we’re targeting the Church, what about the parts of it that lie in Tretrid?” Bada asked. “Only a miniscule amount of Tretridians are Xaethosi, but it’s not in the RIS’s purview to do anything about them. Are you…”

Eoforwine nodded before Bada could complete the sentence. “I’ll have the DSS investigate them. Keep an eye on them. Make sure they don’t act up, that kind of stuff. It’ll be a tough balancing act, maintaining national security without trampling on sapient rights, but it’s one that I’ll have to perform.”

The Prime Minister paused for a moment and started speaking again. “Look, the bright side to all of this is that nobody is really taking this ‘Theocratic Kingdom’ seriously. According to reports from the Foreign Ministry, the International Forum simply laughed out the new ambassadors the church tried to send. Apparently the IFSC chairwoman basically waited for an excuse to expel them from the premises. Anyone who’s looked at the news by now knows that both the North Concordian Economic Federation and the League of Novaris have applied harsh sanctions. Honestly, if a certain band of militant atheist terrorists went and took out the leadership, they probably wouldn’t be much missed. Overall, the world seems to have cast in their lot with Dorothea.”

Bada nodded. “I think it might be a bit too… unsubtle if the RIS acted alone. There’s a couple of organizations that I think we could reach out to. Whatever happens, I’ll make you’ll be informed of the results.”

“Good.” Eoforwine checked his watch. “I have a meeting with some advisors in a few minutes, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to get going. I trust that you will do what needs to be done. Have a good day, Director.”

“You too, Prime Minister Eoforwine.”

And with that done with, Eoforwine stood up, picked up the folder, and walked out.

Bada too stood up stiffly, walked out of the meeting room, and headed for his office.

He sat down at his desk, on which was a rather messy pile of papers. The Director was not exactly known for having a clear workspace. It worked fine enough for him, so he had never bothered to do much about it.

Bada pondered the next steps for a moment, before turning to his phone, grabbing the receiver, and dialing a number.

Whatever was necessary? Well, the RIS once took out a nobleman who threatened to bring down Eldras VI’s democratizing reforms.

What were a few more assassinations in Alksearia to the bloodstained knife of Tretrid?

(OOC: joint post with Meagh)
21st March 2021
23rd Nollag, 40 BA
Sherman, Meagharia

The sun started to rise after news of the death of Ambassador Lajolie had reached Meagharia. Such a tragic event, but it was necessary, Mallette thought to himself, If only she had accepted my offer a couple years ago, but she had it coming. Wishing harm on someone was not something Roch did often, but Lajolie was different. He had sought after her a couple years back. He was only 5 years her elder, so it was well within his right. And she turned him down. Not the other way around. And ever since then, the anger and fire lead him to the Church where he promised her that she would be swayed by his piety. And instead, the blasted bitch was engaged to another woman.

He laughed to himself a little before looking down at his phone. News from the Archbishopric of Eternatus Island. He opened the email with care. He couldn’t let the Meagharians know he was a theist, lest he be murdered in the street. The email read:

“With the recent death of Ambassador Lajolie, the Church of Xaethos is asking all priests to call upon the faithful to form a militia to fight against the corruption of the Royalists, and to preserve Xaethosi values. Evidence suggests that this was a set up from the False One to provoke an attack against the Church. The time for vengeance is now. The time for the Xaethosi banner to rise is now!”

Mallette smiled. He was waiting for this day when he could kill not only the girl who stole Lajolie from him, but the evil Queen who allowed it. He looked down at his phone, and called one of the people he had gotten to know recently in Meagharia.

“Leanan Dorinne here, who might be calling?” Leanan answered the Rekelta brick as he made his way to the edge of the Theist Neighborhood. Since he had feigned good behavior to the Meagharite Heathens he was sometimes allowed outside the slums, so he wanted to talk to a certain Foreigner who had come to his fair city.

“Leanan, I have some amazing news for you.” Roch stated over the phone, “Are you ready to have your boots knocked off?”

“Better than having them eaten through! Lay it on me.” Leanan stood up straighter as he waited for a response.

“I just got probably the best news that I could’ve hoped for! The Archbishop is assembling a militia to fight against the corrupt Royalists. You know, the people the Meagharians worship as their savior because of Eldras?” Roch replied slyly.

“Ah yes, the Jester King! That is absolutely amazing! Tell me my dear Mallette how do my people fit into your Archbishops plan? He is a brilliant man, Sun Kissed even if what you say is true.” Leanan smiled as he imagined the Crusader who could save his people from beyond the sea. Fantastical, maybe, but less than the idea of the Meagharites ruling Milofia had been, and yet here he was.

“Trust me. The Archbishop will help anyone who helps he…him. The way to a theist future is first to support the theists in other nations in their time of need.” Roch remarked. He nearly forgot he had never told Leanan that the Archbishop was a female, but it didn’t matter. All he needed was an audience to listen to him.

“That is unfortunately something the Late Councillors, blessed be their names, never understood sadly. Martyrdom is great, but success against Heathenry is better. We will assist in this crusade however we can, for as long as the Holy Lamps still burn.” instinctively Leanan almost directed his hand toward the sun, but he stopped himself as a Soldier came near. Showing his papers, he quickly continued into the main part of the city.

“Do you think we could rally some people and even recruit them for the cause? I have not learned much of the Holy Lamps in my time here, but I would be willing to speak to the people who would be willing to fight for a Theist world” Roch remarked. He was walking out of the building he was in, being careful not to say anything too loud that would get him in direct trouble.

“We’re still a small group, the places where we get put are crawling with Military Police, but our numbers are growing. I should be able to get you in to talk to our people. I think you would do a brilliant job at convincing the remaining Isolationists. The Word of God must change with the times, and his flame must burn with different Fuels.” Dorinne nodded his head as he spoke, practically whispering into his phone to avoid the stares of the streams of people.

“Text me a time and a place and I’ll be there. For now, I gotta meet with some clients and ‘counsel’ them. Maybe I can get them to come fight with us.” Roch said, making sure not to say anything too loud.

“Midday on the…” Leanan took a moment to remember the proper day in the international calendar. “23rd of March, thats when the Atheists have their day off, so things will be quieter in the Outskirts.”

Roch pondered for a moment, “It’ll work perfectly. I just gotta make a couple calls. I will talk to you later. Do you think your topside visit will allow us to drink together?”

Leanan chuckled, “I think I can find the time for that before my curfew. See you then, my dear Mallette.”


23rd March 2021
25th Nollag 40 BA
Mid-day
Sherman Outskirts

Mattelle did his best to sneak to the slums where the Theists have been living since the civil war. It was hard to get there since the Military Police usually was patrolling the area heavily, but for the day, it seemed as if most of them were not there. He was able to see his friend just up ahead and rushed over to him.

“Good Day my dear Mallette, please step into my home, we’ll be going from there to the meeting place.” He pointed toward a small Wooden shack next to the gravel road, and then rushed inside.

Roch rushed into the little house, “Thank you kind sir. How many do we have gathered?”

“There should be around 50 down there. 75 if we really managed to get the word out.” As he spoke he grabbed a small lamp that was sitting on a wooden crate next to the cot that was his only other item of furniture. Then he pushed the crate aside, revealing a hole with a ladder propped against it. “After you my dear Mallette, I will close the hatch.”

Roch started going down the ladder, “75 people is a lot, you know.  Maybe after this speech, we may be able to get more of the apathetic people from Meagharia to join us if they see the fervor in our eyes and the passion in our words.”

Leanan began his descent, pulling the crate back over the hole, leaving only the light of the Lantern to guide them. “I admire your spirit my dear Mallette, but sadly the people of this island have lost their way. It is hard to find those willing to fight even here. There are some who pretend to be Atheists, but how would we find them? I do not know.” They arrived at the floor of the Tunnel, and Leanan pulled Mallette along to the meeting place.

Mallette continued, “The light of God works in mysterious ways. Maybe it is waiting to be lit by the right words.”

Leanan quirked his eyebrow and nodded. “Your tongue is gold my friend. For now we gather kindling, but soon the forests will burn with faith. As Lantaz burned long ago, with the same flame that I carry in this very lamp.”

“By whatever light I can preach by is the light that will be burning.” Roch commented, “Lantaz burned, but Alksearia doesn’t have to. It can still follow the good light.”

“The light of Milof shines on all my friend. It is a question of those who embrace him. That light will shine brighter with men like your Archbishop by our side.” As Leanan finished his sentence they entered a large chamber, seats arrayed in front of a small stage, with lamps on sticks lining them, filling the whole room with a golden light. “Would you like to start now, or should I make the introduction?”

“Make the introduction first, and then I shall preach.”

Leanan made the Sacred Gesture, then walked upon the stage and began to speak. “Good Day to all of you. For too long we have debated over what we must do. Should we maintain the isolationism which ended the reign of the Holy Council? Or shall we embrace our spiritual brothers, against the Reign of the Atheists! Today I have brought a man from Alksearia, who will speak to you on how our faiths are more alike with one another, than with the Atheistic Scourge that now rules us, and how the Theists of the world must work together to fight off ruination! I present to you, Roch Mallette!” The crowd applauded, but a small portion in the back was silent, skeptical, as Leanan ceded the stage.

Roch Mallette stepped onto the stage and went straight for the middle of the stage. He looked upon the crowd in front of him and started, “Thank you for hosting me here. The Light of God is shining on all of us today. As some of you may know, I am from Alksearia on a mission. I was tasked by the Archbishop of the Church of Xaethos to enlighten the people of Meagharia once again as they have turned away from the light of God. He told me that we need to be ready to fight against the corrupt governments that have turned away from their Theist roots. Alksearia is one of those great nations. It was once the shining beacon of Theism in Arcturia, but ever since the rise of the Jester King and the False Queen, Alksearia has been turning away from the Light. But not any longer, you see brothers, the Archbishop is calling for anyone and everyone to come help him destroy the false Alksearia and to construct a new Theist Alksearia in its place. The Archbishop is calling for those who seek to spread the wonderful news of Xaethos and of the Light to the world!  The time is now! The time to spread the Light is here! Turn away from isolationism and embrace the Crusade! Embrace spreading the Light across Urth, and one day, we will be able to bring the Light back to Meagharia!”

The Crowd applauded, but the tone of it seemed to be more thoughtful. Discussions began among them, sometimes heated but usually cooling down rather quickly. The Oldest among them seemed to have the worst outlook, with the youngest among them being more enthusiastic for this strange new preacher. But throughout the crowd’s reverie one word seemed to fly from their lips the most often. Díoltas. Revenge. After several minutes the crowd seemed to come to a conclusion, and the vast majority of the crowd gave a second more enthusiastic applause.

Leanan turned to Roch, “I think that is a good sign my dear Mallette, you have been very successful tonight, I did not think Old Aife would ever be clapping to such a speech.”

Mallette smiled, “You guys are too kind. It is not by my words that we will be fighting, but by the words of Theists world wide so that they may see that the Era of Theism is not over ,and is in fact, coming back! I have contacts within the Church that can help get you guys out of here and into Alksearia. But I need a little bit of time. I promise I’ll try to see you guys as much as I can. And remember, if you can get anyone else to help join our ranks, the Light of God and even Xaethos himself will bless you.”

The applause this time was much more definite, with some cries of excitement from the crowd. And that essential word kept ringing out from the crowd.

Díoltas!

(Posted with the permission and proof-reading of Shadow)

29th of March, 2021
Aelberhaven, Valerijk,

The halls of the temple were never to be as large or as grand as those held by the followers of Ademar and Tunsé, yet it was treated with the grace and care of ones just as magnificent. The Elders arrived one by one, each making a prayer to Xaethos before taking their seats at the large table.

The air in the room was tense and, other than those quiet prayers made in hope to be granted the gift of firm and absolute judgement, the room was filled with a stern silence. The Church of Xaethos was never to dominate Valerijk, with the Dominions ever under rule of Tunseists or Vierists, however the Xaethosi made up a large yet silent minority within it. Yet they could be silent no longer.

The debate was impassioned, but fortunate in its succinctness. The temple was under the oversight of Bishop Riethorst, and he was not a man to allow the few radicals who stood in opposition on the basis of loyalty. Not in his Temple. Loyalty. What did that word mean to those Theocrats? Certainly not loyalty to their Monarch, that is to say the least.

Riethorst had never been too fond of the Archbishop, but that was hardly a surprise on where they stood. The Valrijkian was an Egalitarian Progressive, a man who could well have been waving the Candles and Star in another life and Rhea…well Rhea spoke for herself. Either she did or her lackeys, using the faith both the Bishop of Aelberhaven and the Archbishop shared as an excuse to gather power while espousing vitriol and hatred. If it were up to him, the letter written would be much more explicit in it’s wordings, but the College ensured it would not. It was their intention to separate themselves from words of anger and intolerance, after all. And so, with a large majority their course was decided, and the intentions of the worshippers of Valerijk were made clear. Either they would be freed from this mess and given the autonomy that was now ever more necessary, or there would be schism once more in the Church. And so, Riethorst wrote.

“Her Holiness, Most Reverend Archbishop Rhea Eternetus III,

On this day, by grace of Our Lord Xaethos, the Creator, and Ceurin, the Prophet, We, the assembled College of the Elders of Valerijk, must ask of you for forgiveness as we are forced into inner conflict between your leadership and our beliefs. You have, in use of the power invested within you by Xaethos, have resolved to drive out monarchs and seize kingdoms. It is in this decision that we, whom bear spiritual oversight over the fifteen Dominions of Valerijk, must ask of Xaethos to confide in us what may have possessed you to take such a course. It would be cowardice to withhold the notion that, even with the consultation of Our Lord, the Assembled College does not find the will of Xaethos in your actions.

We pray not for a need in ourselves, but rather with the love we bear for our fellow man, and no authority below our Lord, the Creator, may denounce such compassion as an act of faith in divine inspiration. In this we pray you shall listen to the Alkari people, and in the knowledge we bear by possessing knowledge of Xaethos, it is the rites of this College to demand our Autocephaly and separation from the actions in which you, whom we consider Primus Inter Pares, have performed that we unfortunately must see as schismatic in nature.

Should our demands not be granted to us, we are left with no choice within our morals but to act upon the regrettable notion that the Clergy and Followers of Xaethos in Valerijk must unilaterally sever our communion with the Church of Xaethos in Alksearia on grounds of our opposition to the schismatic and disingenuous actions the leadership of the Church of Xaethos has undertaken in the subversion of the Alkari people.

Serving Our Lord Xaethos, the Creator by will of Ceurin, the Prophet.

The Revered Thijs Laurenszoon Riethorst, Bishop of Aelberhaven in Service of Our Lord Xaethos,
Representing the Assembled College of Elders in the Grand Dominion of Valerijk.

{Posted with permission}

The Major didn’t like ostentatious decorations.

Call him simple, call him tasteless, he’d heard plenty of what people thought about his preferences for interior design. The only thing he knew for certain on the matter was that after a certain point of gold filigree and ornamental flowers and curvature of things that generally shouldn’t curve, like chair legs, he got antsy.

Walking through the halls of this palace of horribly gilded excess, he still couldn’t help but smile. Dealing himself a hand was probably against the rules, but if nobody knew he was doing it?

You didn’t break the rules if nobody was aware you were breaking them. Not really, anyway.

The sun attempted to glare at him through the crystal paned windows to his right, but he defeated it by using the sunglasses he was already wearing.

Keeping step two paces behind, one of the two ornamental-looking guardsmen gruffly told him to take the next left, so the Major obliged him. They may have taken his sword and handgun when he entered the complex, but he wagered there was a good possibility that he didn’t need them to deal with these two. They looked like they spent most of their days guarding laundry rooms, if their outfits were anything to go by.

Ah, well, he mused, taking a lazy moment to fish his satellite phone out of its home on his belt. The things we put up with for an audience with Queens.

Speed dial number one pressed and connected.

“Yes?” came the growl on the other end of the line, staticky but still recognizably brutish.

“Tom,” the Major drawled, speaking in Corric and allowing his honeyed native accent to bleed through.

“You remember what we spoke about last week, in terms of moving things along?”

A grunt that might have masqueraded for Tomas’s version of laughter was the initial response.

“Yeah. You over there kissing up to Her Importance?”

The Major smiled as a set of doors was opened for him, gilt and looking like someone had embroidered meaningless symbology onto them. The guards here looked just as judgemental as his escorts. No taste in proper military bearing, he supposed.

“Soon. Soon. Listen, I know you just got back to Suvania. We’re going to need your Band for this, so get them home and rested and fed, make sure all the gear is seen to as well. We can take the fifteen-percent reduction on our fee for closing the contract early. Just tell them opportunities in that theater dried up since they’re just using us as rear-line busybodies. Only stay if you can get the deal we talked about.”

“A seventy five percent raise on rates? You got it, boss. Stay only if we can bleed ‘em dry.”

A click on the other end of the line. Tomas and the Major had known each other long enough that the big Bulldog knew when the conversation ended. Just in time, thought the Major. He slipped the phone back into its pouch as the next set of doors were opened and he was not-so-gently ushered into a plush office with more iconography and plush furnishings than even the antechamber had.

This was it. Time to put on that show.

“Your Majesty.”

His best Corric court bow, practiced and refined after much painstaking work, to the woman who would decide the course of action of him and his Company. He still had enough fitness where his knees only protested a small amount.

“How may I be of assistance,” he said in his best Staynish, dripping with artificial deference, as he tucked his sunglasses into his breast pocket, “Queen Rhea?”

(Posted with the permission and proof-reading of Shadow) 
30th of March, 2021
Orléans C.R.
People’s Parliament Complex
Prime Minister’s chamber

Rarely was Pierre in her office, all too common it was for the young prime minister to be driven from one conference room to the next, pertaining all matters of governance of the Federation. When she does finally have a moment to herself, she knows it’s only a matter of time before someone barrages into the office with another fire for her to put out. When she was elected into office, she believed she would steer the ship away from the icebergs of chaos that made up the sea of the Federation’s politics. Only to find that ship was already on a course to smash every iceberg in the path, and the tribalism between republics seized all of the life rafts in the name of their given cause. She sank deeply into her chair, the softness of it being the only luxury she keeps in office. She was the captain of the ship, and she would be damned if the Federation would sink.

Knocking coming from the office’s door disrupted her moment of peace. Taking a second for herself before speaking, “come in.” As soon she saw the large fox ears pass through the door she could recognize who it was. Raphaëlle Blanchet, Supreme Admiral of the Federation, council member of the defense committee and one of Pierre’s least favorite people. “Ma’am Prime Minister.” The kitsune half bowed before she entered, taking the seat in front of Pierre uninvited of course. “What do I owe the please Admiral Blanchet for your visit?” The kitsune sat relaxed and in a calm stance, taking a moment to speak. “I simply wanted to enjoy your company, it’s rare we both have a moment to ourselves in our line of work.” Pierre was of course very annoyed at the kitsune stealing her moment of silence but she acted professionally. “Ah, well that is what we sign up for when working for the good of the Federation.” Pierre kept a warm, but fake tone in her voice. “How true that is ma’am Prime Minister, one could say the spirits wish for the Federation’s finest to stay on their toes at all times.” She gave a small laugh and Pierre gave a fake smirk. “How goes the navy? I presume everything is sailing smoothly.” The human joked and the admiral threw her head back in laughter. “Here I was the joker between us.” The moment of laughter was cut short as Pierre’s assistant barged in unannounced, a rather common practice held by her assistant when he knew she wasn’t busy. “Ma’am Prime Minister, we have a situation developing in Miqo’te & the Goidelik Republics. The religious turmoil in Alksearia has spilled over and pro-Rhea demonstrations are erupting.” Pierre sighed, at least it wasn’t a Normand republic again and this seems to be a rather small issue. Then the assistant spoke up again, “Additionally we have made several arrests with militias armed with fully automatic weapons, according to the latest interrogations they were heading to Alksearia.” The admiral spoke up, “Never a dull moment, I can have the navy double patrol along the coast within the hour. Better safe than sorry.” Pierre rested her head in her hands. “Thank Admiral, with that all?” The assistant spoke up again, “No Ma’am, the worker’s stadium in Goidelik has had a failed bombing, by the same milita groups.” Pierre was almost speechless, “Why on Urth would they bomb a stadium? Does Xaethos hate sports now as well?” The assistant shook his head, “No ma’am, we are still in the progress of investigation for the motive ma’am.” Pierre lifted her head up looking at the orc assistant, who bowed his head in response. “Thank you, you may leave.”

Kitsune looked back at the prime minister, who only gave her a nod in response. “I have to call a session with my ministers if you excuse my rudeness Admiral.” Blanchet got up, gave another half bow before she left as well. Leaving Pierre to begin the process of dealing with the mess.

(OOC: Joint Post with Cowlass)

Pierre pinched her nose, the situation growing to be a greater annoyance as the day is passing. With more arrests and more information about the firearms being revealed. She scheduled a meeting with both Alkari leaders, attempting the situation before another brash decision could be made. Her first call being the religious leader Rhea first, given this was primarily a religious matter for the Federation. She spread out her info docket on the pair of leaders she has the duty to call.

Ring ring
Ring ring

“This is Ma’am Pierre, Prime Minister of the Federation of the Southern Coast. It is a pleasure to meet you ma’am Rhea.” She gave a moment for the Alkari to speak.

“Good morning, this is Rose speaking, how can I assist you?” the voice on the other end said. She was not listening very well.

Pierre was slightly more than annoyed at the voice at the other end. Given the matter of the situation she expects to be given a phone line to the leader and not an assistant. “I have a scheduled meeting with Ma’am Rhea, this is the correct line for it, yes?”

“Ah yes, Jeanne Pierre, Prime Minister. Let me connect you real fast.” The line went silent for a moment before it started to ring again.

On the other end of the line, an older woman answers the phone, “You’ve reached the Archbishop’s Office. How can I help you?”

“I am Prime Minister Jeanne Pierre, I have a scheduled meeting with the Archbishop.” Her tone was slightly more harsh, annoyed at the disrespect of having to go through the process after being assured this is the direct line to Rhea.

“Ah, I’ve been expecting your call Pierre. This is Rhea. Apologies for the delay. My phone line has been busy with calls from various nations. What’s the nature of your call today, madam?” Rhea said calmly over the phone.

Pierre let out a sign of relief, finally reaching the person she was trying to talk to. “Before we reached those matters, I was informed by your office that this was a direct line to your office. I didn’t expect to have to jump through several hoops to talk to you. It’s a matter of disrespect. I hope that will not taint our further talks.”

“I apologize for the miscommunication. This is the direct line to my office, but my assistant always gets the phones first. It’s a matter of security after all. I don’t need to hear the screams of crazy people telling me they wish to see me dead, now do I?  Anyways, how can I assist you?” Rhea responded. The tone was both a combination of cool and calm.

The prime minister spoke again, still annoyed. “I’m having a rather large upheaval regarding your… Decisions with the Church. I’m having to arrest militias armed with fully automatic weapons wanting to deliver themselves to.” She paused “They wish to fight illegally for Xathos and large scale demonstrations in two of our republics, as well a attempted bombing of a stadium. So what I’m trying to get to the point of the matter is, what in the spirits’ name are you doing to calm these matters.”

“I’m sorry Prime Minister, but I need to ask how matters of your national security are of my concern? I am not directing your people to come here to fight for me and for the Church. If they have heard the rallying call of Xathos and of the High Ones, then they have heard the Voice of Reason. As for the bombing of the stadium, I offer my condolences and my prayers to the victims. Truly that is an awful event…” Rhea said before being interrupted.

Pierre lost her temper, once again proving her firebrand stance. “Listen here, I don’t care in the slightest degree what you are doing down there but if you try to play me for a fool, acting innocent in driving up my people. I will act accordly.” She gave a moment to breathe to talk again. “You, and your words alone have caused these issues in the Federation, you can either do the correct thing and calm these people’s tempers or I will throw out your ambassadors, along with whatever support my government wouldhave given you.”

“Prime Minister, it would be my pleasure to see Alksearia expelled as the nation isn’t even being led by a true Monarch. Don’t you know that Dorothea is the pretender to that throne? Do yourself a favor, don’t get involved in my affairs unless you knew what you were talking about. I did nothing to stir them up. They have heard the Truth, and now they are being called by Xathos to fight for a just cause. May Xathos have mercy on your soul, and may They guide me to victory.” Rhea sharply told Pierre. Shortly after she finished talking, Rhea slammed the phone into the receiver.  Was a mistake made? No, not at all. Cut Dorothea off from her diplomatic contacts, and she’ll have nowhere to run except to give in easily.

Ring ring
Ring ring

Dorothea called the number she was given for Jeanne Pierre for a third time.  She hopes she wasn’t too late, or for that matter, too soon.  What if this wasn’t released to the public yet? What if this is a false report? What if Pierre already hates her? What if….

Her mind kept racing and racing when she heard the phone connect on the other side.

Pierre picked up the phone, an old landline put in long ago. “Prime Minister of the Federation of the Southern Coast, Jeanne Pierre speaking.”

“Hi, yes. This is Dorothea, Queen of Alksearia. I hope I’m not interrupting you from anything important…” Dorothea said nervously. I fucking hate phone calls. she thought to herself.

Pierre let out a sign of relief, someone with a half-respectful tone at least. “My apologies, I was on the phone with that woman Rhea. I had this meeting scheduled due to recent tensions in your nation that have spilled over in the Federation, involving two of the Republics. We have thousands in the streets in protest, militia members trying to smuggle themselves into Alksearia proper and a failed bombing at a stadium. Which after that call with that.” Pierre hesitated “That woman sitting opposed to you, I would hope you would prove to be the more rational of the two.”

Dorothea stood stunned for a couple moments, “I….I didn’t think…I didn’t think this would spill out of Alksearia. I saw this as a petty dispute.  I’m sorry that this is happening. I…I don’t know what to do…or say to help this situation. I strongly condemn the actions of people who are trying to cause more violence than is needed. This isn’t something that people should be getting up in arms. I feel awful to hear about the failed bombing. I don’t want this. I didn’t ask for this….” Dorothea sounded defeated and very withdrawn for a moment before she continued again, “What do you need from me to help you calm the tensions?”

Pierre was slightly annoyed at the weak willed tone from Dorothea, expecting more from a leader of a nation with millions. Pushing her annoyance aside, she spoke up. “First, a public condemn of the militia members, protesters and the bombing will go a long way. Second thing, is what can the Federation assist you with dealing with the pretender.” Pierre wasn’t planning on being involved in this matter, aiming for something to calm tensions and then leave it be. However after the call with Rhea, Pierre would love nothing more than to treat Rhea as the terrorist she is.

“I will have my office draft up a statement strongly condemning the actions of people who have taken to violence in a matter that does not need violence. In addition, all I need is for everyone to embargo Eternatus Islands, the homeland of the Church, and to freeze assets held by the Archbishop and anyone who shows sympathy towards her. I’ll send you a list of 20 people who my office and the ARP have identified as being in the inner circle of the Church. If there are any further actions, I will let you know. I’m praying to Xathos that this can be ended diplomatically and we don’t need to see innocent people get killed over this.” Dorothea responded. She can’t help but feel Pierre sounds….annoyed? No, angry? No, disappointed in her.

Pierre spoke up again, “I can have all those things done within the hour. However, if I might suggest it seems a rather weak response to a rebellion, with your permission I can have a fleet sent to blockade the island directly.” If Dorothea wasn’t willing to handle it, then the Federation will.

“Madam Prime Minister, I already have the Navy on their way to blockade the island. We have also already started to redirect any flights directed for the islands to the Mainland. Visas have been revoked, passports revoked, accounts frozen, a couple seized, and a complete lockdown of any mail in or out of the island. My response to you is to avoid dragging unnecessary participants into a fight that isn’t yours. In addition, this is not a weak response. This is the first step. I am not authorizing force until we are provoked.” Dorothea said a little sharper than before. She was definitely caught off guard.

Pierre let out a scoff. “What do you mean a fight that isn’t ours? I wouldn’t have called you if I hadn’t had militia armed to the teeth marching in the damned streets and attempted bombing! I have cities shut down by the outpouring of protesters against you and your nation. Like it or not your decisions have resulted in the Federation being involved and you’re not going to sit us in the sidelines while causing so much chaos in our republics!” She was once again angered by an Alkari over the phone.

“With all due respect, I wasn’t the one who stood in front of a Church and declared the legal Monarch to be illegitimate! With due respect, my counterpart has been the one causing the issues. I am trying to find a way to stop this from boiling over anymore than it fucking needs to. All I have done since the death of my father has been walking on eggshells and trying to navigate a ship that seems to want to make a crash course into disaster! Last time I checked Madam Prime Minister, both our nations have a lot of internal struggles and internal reforms that are necessary. I have sought additional military assistance from other nations who can afford it. Your domestic terrorists will be condemned by the end of the hour, and the list of people who’s assets you need to freeze will also be sent by the end of the hour. You and I are in two very difficult positions here, and at least one of us is still trying to grieve the loss of a parent while the entire Urth burns around them. If there is nothing further, I hope to speak with you again on better terms.” Dorothea blurted out in anger. This was the first time she could recall losing her temper about something rather small.

Pierre shouted back, “In the Federation when someone declares themselves to be the government or in rebellion we actually treat them as a problem rather than attempt sit them peaceful on a fucking island! If it was the Federation Rhea would be in either cuffs or the grave instead of sitting around gathering allies and drumming a band of terrorists to bomb our buildings. Second thing, I don’t give a damn about your father’s issues, you stop being a child when you became a leader for millions of people. I have seen more death than I care to admit and I’m not going let your weak will, whiney response to terrorist cause even more death because you feel bad about losing your father.”

“And this isn’t the Federation, ma’am! I have LAWS to follow, and people to take care of. No one has been shot, and all she has done was say WORDS. If you cannot respect the laws of my nation, then that is on you not me. At the end of the day, I am doing what I have to do. Once a SINGLE drop of blood is spilt, you bet your ass that I will drag her out of her office by my-fucking-self if I have to, and make an example out of her. This conversation is over, Prime Minister. Like you said, I have a nation of millions to lead.”

CLICK

OOC:

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

As of 9th December 2022 at 12:35am, as I am picking up this story once again and redoing some of the plotlines, This RP thread in particular is NOT CANNON. This is stricken from the record. Some of these plotlines may come back. Some of them may not. BUt…yeah…

I hate doing this. I know it’s not ideal and kinda ruins work I’ve done already, but hey, we all grow and have differing ideas. I hope I can be forgiven. I think this is a significant retcon…