Imperial Decree 182

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Issued by Kaiser Alejian I

Imperial Decree #182: Heir to the Throne

Date: The second Hasanday of Biternionsmoon Place: Imperial palace, throne room. Time: 10:32pm Reason: Official imperial celebration of La Fiesta de la Bo0o/\/\!

As the nobles of the land began to show up one by one, they were quickly greeted by the imperial servants, and ushered into the throne room. They were all here for the celebration of the Boom. Cedrism's most sacred holiday. It was unkown to any and all why this day was chosen to celebrate it instead of the second Fishday, but many suspected it to have been delayed because of the problem over rights of passage with Cranda and Stormark over the jaris/Cognito straight and the Gulf of Ghawlama.

From his private chamber above, Kaiser Alejian Grifos I watched the guests arrive one by one from all parts of the empire. This would be a meeting none would soon forget. Alejian sat deep in his chair as he looked. The room was dark, lit only by candles. Alejian had not been feeling well lately. He barely had the strength to finish his buisness tonight. That was why he decided tonight would be the night for this. He stood up, slowly, like a fawn first learning to walk. He called for an attendant to steady him. Indeed was the life flowing from him fast. With help, he made his way to the doorway of his throneroom. His throneroom. Such an odd thought to still think of it that way. No, it was not his anymore. He was simply using it one last time. He nodded to a waiting servant, and she quickly gave him a potion to drink. It would give him the temporary strength he needed to still appear strong. With his vitality restored, however temporarily, the door was opened and he made his way to the platform. With many waves, and handshakes, and cheering and applauding to dodge, he tried to make his way as fast as he could to the stage. With lifted arms, he prepared to make his speech.

Let me tell you a story.

Once a upon a time, a land was in turmoil. The king had abdicated, and left no heir. It looked like this poor country was going to break up and splinter. Finally though, it was decided that a certain man would choose a sucessor. No matter how many people he looked at, including himself, he couldn't find the right man. Too radical, not enough interest, too much political conflict, too many choices that didn't fit the mood of the country. Finally it was decided that someone who would uphold the status quo needed to be chosen.

This person was me.

From my coronation ceremony to this present speech, I feel all I have ever done was uphold the way things were, never helping nor hindering. At the time of my coronation I can see that this was needed, but now things are different. We stand at the dawn of a new era. Once again Shireroth begins to thrive, like a mighty phoenix in it's rebirth. I feel that now I no longer have the ability to properly hold the sword of vengeance. Someone with more vision then I hold is needed. I have consulted my council, I have sought the people, I have prayed to my gods, I have seen the signs, and I have listened to the mighty sword. It has chosen someone new to weild it.

Scott Alexander, lately of Yardistan; step forth. Your hour is at hand. Kneel and recieve the sword that now beats with your pulse.