Post by lemmingtopias on Apr 26, 2019 22:04:05 GMT
After sixteen years as King, Kostakis Atlas, first of his name, King of Atlantis, Lord of Atlas, stood up from the throne to a weary crowd. Rumours were abound as to the reason for the Court to be called to session. Kostakis nodded to his councillors who all nodded back approvingly, and he began to address those in attendance.
"Lords and Ladies, Knights and Priests, I have called you here today to announce important matters pertaining to the Crown. I have served you for sixteen years and we have had great periods of wonder and times of darkness too. All my life I have believed in the honourable code of piety: Honour to your family, honour to your country and honour to the gods. I have no family left now and am the last of my name, as for my country, I have served her to my ability and it will be up to history to judge if I have served her well, now I must live out the rest of my days serving the gods. With a heavy heart, I leave this city today, bound for a monastery in Lemmingtopias where I will live a life in meditation and service to the community, abandoning my name, property, wealth and titles and becoming a no one, in service of the gods. As such, it is up to you to find a successor, to sit on the throne, to wear the crown and wield the trident. I thank all those who have served me over these years, and I hope that you will remember me as the man who served you."
The King takes a long, slow glance around the room, a tear falling from his eye. As he shifts his gaze, he stops now and then to focus on a friend or loyal supporter in the audience, smiling at several of the attendees. Gaining composure, he concludes his speech.
"I leave the future to you, my friends and comrades, and wish each of you well in the days to come. Goodbye."
Kostakis places the Trident in it's stand for the last time and then slowly reaches up to remove his crown, laying it on the throne which he rests a hand upon for a moment, feeling it's texture one last time before he graciously walked out of the Throne Room, accompanied by the Royal Guards. He began to make his way to the harbour where a boat waited for him to take him to Lemmingtopias.
As the door closed the room burst into a bustle of whispers. Who was to sit on the throne? How would they decide?
"We must stop him and bring him back!" A Knight shouted, "He has no heir to succeed him, we cannot just name a King!"
"He has gone," the Captain of the Guards shouted as he came back through the door before addressing his guards, "Lock the doors."
The doors were all swung shut and were bolted from the outside.
"These doors will not be opened until I order them so" the Captain barked at the audience, "we must choose a King."
A Knight stood up and marched to the front of the hall and points to his liege. "The only true successor is Lord Arder. He has served Atlantis more than any other general and has always supported King Kostakis in keeping the Kingdom safe and secure. I will bend the knee to no other man."
Many Knights in the room roared in support of Lord Arder and cheered his name continuously for several minutes. Not all the Knights were enamoured with thee proposal however and what started as a few boos in opposition to the cheers quickly escalated into a scuffle in the centre of the throne room. Swords were raised and the cheering ground to a halt as the room stood still and silent, everyone watching the knights involved in the dispute. Suddenly swords clashed...
"Lords and Ladies, Knights and Priests, I have called you here today to announce important matters pertaining to the Crown. I have served you for sixteen years and we have had great periods of wonder and times of darkness too. All my life I have believed in the honourable code of piety: Honour to your family, honour to your country and honour to the gods. I have no family left now and am the last of my name, as for my country, I have served her to my ability and it will be up to history to judge if I have served her well, now I must live out the rest of my days serving the gods. With a heavy heart, I leave this city today, bound for a monastery in Lemmingtopias where I will live a life in meditation and service to the community, abandoning my name, property, wealth and titles and becoming a no one, in service of the gods. As such, it is up to you to find a successor, to sit on the throne, to wear the crown and wield the trident. I thank all those who have served me over these years, and I hope that you will remember me as the man who served you."
The King takes a long, slow glance around the room, a tear falling from his eye. As he shifts his gaze, he stops now and then to focus on a friend or loyal supporter in the audience, smiling at several of the attendees. Gaining composure, he concludes his speech.
"I leave the future to you, my friends and comrades, and wish each of you well in the days to come. Goodbye."
Kostakis places the Trident in it's stand for the last time and then slowly reaches up to remove his crown, laying it on the throne which he rests a hand upon for a moment, feeling it's texture one last time before he graciously walked out of the Throne Room, accompanied by the Royal Guards. He began to make his way to the harbour where a boat waited for him to take him to Lemmingtopias.
As the door closed the room burst into a bustle of whispers. Who was to sit on the throne? How would they decide?
"We must stop him and bring him back!" A Knight shouted, "He has no heir to succeed him, we cannot just name a King!"
"He has gone," the Captain of the Guards shouted as he came back through the door before addressing his guards, "Lock the doors."
The doors were all swung shut and were bolted from the outside.
"These doors will not be opened until I order them so" the Captain barked at the audience, "we must choose a King."
A Knight stood up and marched to the front of the hall and points to his liege. "The only true successor is Lord Arder. He has served Atlantis more than any other general and has always supported King Kostakis in keeping the Kingdom safe and secure. I will bend the knee to no other man."
Many Knights in the room roared in support of Lord Arder and cheered his name continuously for several minutes. Not all the Knights were enamoured with thee proposal however and what started as a few boos in opposition to the cheers quickly escalated into a scuffle in the centre of the throne room. Swords were raised and the cheering ground to a halt as the room stood still and silent, everyone watching the knights involved in the dispute. Suddenly swords clashed...