Imperium

[Ayzek]

"Return to its glory days," Rithlund mumbled under his breath. The Emperor was not being kind. Letting out another sigh, he poured another shot of whiskey into his glass and drank. It was from the Prime Minister's private collection and the taste was certainly to standard. The entire manor was, certainly. Ultheraholm, named after the first Prime Minister to take up residence in it, was a small, three-hundred year old manor not far from the Imperial Palace. Upon entering, Rithlund chose to decorate it as close to its original look as possible, going so far as to order exact replicas of the curtains and carpets.

Doing so set an fitting atmosphere, considering he was tasked with making the empire as unopposed as it was then. At the end of the 13th century, the Empire still controlled the southern coast of West Brigidna, from Florinthus to Gehenna. Rithlund doubted he'd live long enough to see the empire return to those territories, but he could at least lay the foundation for it.

It was almost undeniable that the Lanlanians had grown decadent. The people were in the streets, throwing fits over frivolous things; the army hadn't fought a good war in decades; church attendance was on the decline as sinful lifestyles spread like a disease. Children went undisciplined, foreigners refused to assimilate, no one was asking "what will the Lanlanians do?"

At least the Imperial Navy still ruled the seas and the general population still knew the fear of God. Though difficult, his job was not impossible. He simply needed to mobilize the Holy Lanlanian peoples, to get them all moving in the same direction.