Eternity RPC Board
Halvadag, Lanlania, HLE
Monday, 9 Fein 1587
Ulrik Rithlund was a God-fearing man. Just entering his 70s, he grew up in different times. He certainly dressed like it, always seen in a black or gray suit and overcoat, with suspenders and a cane, his thinning, gray hair combed neatly back. He was one of the few high-ranking Imperial Sentric Party members who wasn't implicated in the coup, and while many of his old colleagues were now rotting in prison, here he was: Prime Minister of the Holy Lanlanian Empire. The Social Democratic Party's sudden defeat in the polls was quite unexpected but perhaps that's the result of challenging the monarchy.
Rithlund had no intentions of challenging the monarchy. That's where his colleagues went wrong, after all; rather than dutifully serving the Emperor, they wanted to control him. A sin, really. The Emperor was Holy, after all.
"You may raise your head," said the Emperor, having taken his seat on the Imperial Throne.
"Thank you, Sire," Rithlund replied, doing so, but otherwise remaining on his knee. He was a little surprised when the Crown decided to reinstitute old procedures and ceremonies, though certainly pleased. It was a return to the good old days, after all.
"I expect great things from you, Mr. Rithlund. We must turn around the empire's downward spiral and return to its glory days."
"His will be done."
The Emperor smiled. "It is no doubt that our rivals would disapprove."
"His will triumphs."
"It is imperative that the peoples are one."
"His will be done."
"My mother's voice is my own. See that you heed it."
A moment of confusion crossed Rithlund's eyes. "His will be done."
"You are dismissed."
Monday, 9 Fein 1587
Ulrik Rithlund was a God-fearing man. Just entering his 70s, he grew up in different times. He certainly dressed like it, always seen in a black or gray suit and overcoat, with suspenders and a cane, his thinning, gray hair combed neatly back. He was one of the few high-ranking Imperial Sentric Party members who wasn't implicated in the coup, and while many of his old colleagues were now rotting in prison, here he was: Prime Minister of the Holy Lanlanian Empire. The Social Democratic Party's sudden defeat in the polls was quite unexpected but perhaps that's the result of challenging the monarchy.
Rithlund had no intentions of challenging the monarchy. That's where his colleagues went wrong, after all; rather than dutifully serving the Emperor, they wanted to control him. A sin, really. The Emperor was Holy, after all.
"You may raise your head," said the Emperor, having taken his seat on the Imperial Throne.
"Thank you, Sire," Rithlund replied, doing so, but otherwise remaining on his knee. He was a little surprised when the Crown decided to reinstitute old procedures and ceremonies, though certainly pleased. It was a return to the good old days, after all.
"I expect great things from you, Mr. Rithlund. We must turn around the empire's downward spiral and return to its glory days."
"His will be done."
The Emperor smiled. "It is no doubt that our rivals would disapprove."
"His will triumphs."
"It is imperative that the peoples are one."
"His will be done."
"My mother's voice is my own. See that you heed it."
A moment of confusion crossed Rithlund's eyes. "His will be done."
"You are dismissed."
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 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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