Year 1200 B.R. : The Marian Coronation

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Year 1200 B.R. : The Marian Coronation

Post by Lucius » Tue Jul 09, 2019 5:05 pm

In the year 1200 B.R. at the Flavian Amphitheater, in the Eternal Capital of the Empire of Mare Nostrum; Rome.

There were all sorts of citizens present at the Amphitheater on this most august of occasions. Patricians and Plebians filled the amphitheater and even the ambassadors stationed in Rome from the various regional powers were arriving by the minute. Then there was a lull as the conversation ceased to show respect to the Procession from the Collegium as they arrived. The Procession was warmly welcomed by the Praetorian Guardsmen who presided over the event for the day.

Today was a very special day, as it was the day of the coronation of Lucius Tiberius Regillum. He would be the youngest Emperor in Marian history. Marian Tubus' were blown to announce the beginning of the ceremony. Once again there was a lull in the conversation as the Orchestral Procession assembled began to play as a brief play entailing the life of Emperor Marcus Tiberius Regillium was acted out by the best entertainers from the Imperial Theatre. After the play, just as the Orchestra slowly finished the tragic composition that was chosen to be played during the death scene or the previous emperor, the Tribunal Prefect stood and began to applaud, inciting the crowd in the process, as well as breaking the somber spell that had been cast upon the crowd by the masterfully performed play.

Marian Tubus' began to trumpet once more, as the applause died down. The Main Event had begun. From the entrance, the soon to-be-emperor rode a horse in as he was escorted to the throne by the Praetorian Guard. Besides Lucius, rode the Triumvirate. The Legatus Prefect, the Tribunal Prefect, and the Praetorian Prefect, and behind them followed the four Cardinal Legates. They rode to the Podium, where the Procession from the Collegium awaited their arrival. Upon their arrival, the prince respectfully greeted the Pontifex Maximus, the Vestalis Maxima, and the Grand Augur and each of the Twelve Flamines Majores and each of the various Flamines Minores, while the Cardinal Legates and the Triumvirate followed suit after the prince. The Clergy of Collegium the brought out the Divine Throne, through which the gods of Mare Nostrum could bless the Emperors of Mare Nostrum, although there had been no blessed emperors in the last three hundred years.

Lucius Tiberius Regillum walked to the Divine Throne and looked at it. He took a deep breath in, and as the eighty-thousand eyes gazed at him, he took a seat. Almost immediately, the sky darkened and six brilliant lights and countless lesser lights shone upon him. Upon closer examination, six symbols could be seen in each of the lights. An Eagle, an Owl, a Horse, a Sun, a Moon, and a Scythe. Exclamations of shock and awe were heard from all around the arena as important figures and insignificant figures froze. The divine lights formed a crown in the form of a wreath which floated to the shocked princes head and landed on it. As quickly as they arrived the lights disappeared leaving only the crown. There was silence in the Flavian Amphitheater. Six of the Flamines Majores and several of the Minores suddenly decreed to hail Emperor Lucius, blessed by the gods.

The Emperor's Procession then returned to the Regillum Palace along with the Collegium's Procession.
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Re: Year 1200 B.R. : The Marian Coronation

Post by Paulus Augustus » Wed Jul 10, 2019 12:30 pm

In the year 1200 B.R. at the Flavian Amphitheater and Regillum Palace, in the Eternal Capital of the Empire of Mare Nostrum; Rome.

Paulus watched the coronation from an honorary place in the amphitheater. The ceremony amazed the crowds, but he was unaffected by this display of power. After spending time at the imperial court, Paulus got used to such shows. Nevertheless he maintained appearances throughout the event. Back at his capital of Dalma, the governor considered not attending the coronation at all. In his home province certain patricians still offered opposition to his rule, besides the quickest route to Rome from there involved travel by sea - something that Paulus was not very fond of, to put it lightly. However, he was sure that his absence would have been noted and he would rather become noteworthy for other deeds.

Once the ceremony has ended and the Procession traveled back to the Palace, Paulus did the same and rode there with his entourage. Other governors and foreign envoys also traveled to the Regilium Palace, all hoping to get an audience with the fresh Emperor. It looks like luck was on the Paulus' side, as he managed to arrive early at the Palace and thus didn't have to wait long for an audience. He knew that some of those dignitaries will have to wait for hours, but he pitied the young Emperor more, for having to receive them all.

"Procurator of Dalmatia!" shouted the announcer, as Paulus entered the throne room.

Emperor was seated on the throne, with members of the Triumvirate beside him. Emperor was so young in fact, that Paulus heard rumors of using the Triumvirate as a sort of regency council. The governor of Dalmatia suspected who was suggesting such things behind Emperor's back, but he had no concrete evidence. Regardless, it was not an issue for the current time...

Paulus bowed before the throne and addressed the Emperor Lucius.

"Your Imperial Majesty," he started, "may all the gods bless your reign! I must admit, I have mixed feelings about this occasion. The sudden death of your father shocked us all to the core, I am sure. It was a great tragedy for the entire Empire. And yet, I am relieved to see that he left his domain in Your Majesty's capable hands. May it remain there for a long time.

I have brought you some gifts from my humble province, Your Imperial Majesty."

Of course, he didn't arrive in the imperial capital with empty hands. Paulus' servants brought forth the presents, showcasing them before the imperial court. The first gift was a golden laurel. The second was a book describing the reigns of the first seven Emperors of Mare Nostrum. Lastly, Paulus gave to Lucius a ceremonial dagger made of silver and adorned with rubies. After all those items were presented, Paulus addressed the Emperor one more time.

"I hope that you will rule with dignity, with wisdom, and with the power to defeat all enemies of your realm. I'm afraid that I will not be able to remain in the capital for too long, not everybody in my province is a friend of your family... and unfortunately such people are not confined merely to my province."
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Re: Year 1200 B.R. : The Marian Coronation

Post by Marquisal » Fri Jul 12, 2019 10:24 am

THE ARRIVAL

Important thing: My nation on this RolePlay is still the same as Marquisal, but with the past-tech and another name. I want to explain this to not make any confusion. We are The Sweedish Empire
Hours after the coronation of the new emperor, an strange and old man appears at the entrance of the Amphitheater knoking the door not with his fist, but instead with a large musical golden ring.
This strange man was Iskallibur IV the Anxious, the current emperor of The Sweedish Empire, and also a worshipped magician.

Some guards recognized him, and opened the big wooden doors of the Amphitheater.
He was scared by the sound of the doors, but he was too pleased by the architecture to hide somewhere and die as he sometimes tries to do. He was an old man, but he knew what he wanted to do there, he wanted to congratulate the new emperor and give him a present of which he was very proud.


The throne room was full of people wanted to get blessed by the new emperor, thousands of poor people were waiting there just to see the emperor, and some other aristocrats were entering the room before them. One politician said him that he could visit the emperor when ever he wanted, because he was also an emperor and he had the right to enter before the others, but the silly old man refused it, and instead he putted a big and weird looking purple tent, and slept there until everybody had seen the emperor.

After two weeks sleeping, Iskallibur woke up, and realized that the last two people who wanted to visit the emperor were leaving the building, so he burned the tent and walked arround until he found the emperor. He was amazed by the beauty of his clothes, and his small cute face, he suddenly started crying so the emperor feelt a bit worryed and wondered who was this silly weirdo, but this feelings dissappeared when he received a 24m long box, made up of purple paper and gold. Inside it, there were nothing but empty space surrounding a misterious light source that appeared from nothing. When the emperor finished closing his gift he realized that the old man was gone, and the only thing that he left behind was the gift, and some bright and beautiful tears in the floor. So weird he said.

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Re: Year 1200 B.R. : The Marian Coronation

Post by Marquisal » Mon Jul 15, 2019 12:07 pm

THE PORTAL

Important thing: My nation on this RolePlay is still the same as Marquisal, but with the past-tech and another name. I want to explain this to not make any confusion. We are The Sweedish Empire
Some hours after the emperor Iskallibur IV left the Amphitheater, probably leaving the new emperor of the Empire of Mare Nostrum really confused, the tiny and weird old man, while drinking some sweedish alcohol, was walking towards his country, his motherland, his empire, Sweeden. But this time he was not walking to Sweeden to visit his house and sleep, or hiding from the many useless creatures that hate him and tried to kill him in his delurical dreams; no, he was walking to Sweeden to learn about magic, the magic that the new emperor of the Empire of Mare Nostrum does not expect to happen.

After half a year walking through the empire, climbing it's many mountains, swimming in the sea, and shouting at random people, our dearest Iskallibur met his granduncle, Nikolay, during Christmas in his castle that is located near the Pictish Kingdom.
Nikolay, the feudal lord of the sweedish english, the Marquisal Feud, was the responsible of the really intense obsession of Iskallibur with magic, alchemy, drug mushrooms, and chocolate, and this time the weird old man needed someone to help him on this topics, someone like Nikolay.
At the arrival of the sweedish emperor to the Marquisalian Castle where his granduncle is currently living, everybody was sleeping due to the climate and the dissipation of some sleeping drugs that he was letting in the air with one of his many crazy inventions, so he stood in front of the entrance of the castle until the sun of the morning provocated the intense pain on everybody who smelled the drug, and wake up. That did not happen, it was a really cloudy day so he had to climb the low but still well defended walls of the castle, and wake up everybody personally, hand to hand.
After some time, one guard told him that his granduncle was in Stockholm selling some magnets that he crafted by himself, and that he may go back to his home castle after some days of driving his new and crazy invention, the snail board. Our emperor did not say nothing, probably he may have not even realised that he was awake, who knows...

Some days later, Nikolay arrived the front door of the castle, followed by five thousand snails tied to a wooden board, it was ridicoulous, but it did not disturb the crazy mind of our emperor, he just somehow expected that. Now that the family was together, they could start the meeting in which with the help of God, and some green mushrooms, Iskallibur would be able to cast a new spell, which would create a portal in Sweeden to the misterious light source that he gifted to the new emperor of the Empire of Mare Nostrum. That portal was not a normal portal, in fact, nor people or animals could travel through there, just their soul.
After some days discussing about magic, life and chocolate, the two magicians ended up creating the portal, and it was perfect and amazing. A really strong and deep sound was heard in all the World coming from the Marquisal Feud in Sweeden and from the Amphitheater of the Empire of Mare Nostrum. People was scared, birds flew away, flies got organized and started eating people for a very different reason, and animals hidded away, all of this at the same time. A portal was opened, and an older one was closed, it was the starting of a new era, and for the sake of it Iskallibur started laughing like a maniac, nobody understood why because his will of creating a portal was good and noble, maybe he was too tired to realize what he was doing, but the fact is that he did it.

Meanwhile in the Amphitheater, everybody was in panic, nobody understood what was happening, nobody but a sweedish ambassador that now everybody realised that he has been standing right there since the coronation without moving an inch from there. Situation got really complex, and tension started rising.

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