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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 0:34:05 GMT
"Minister, summon the Lord Chancellor of the Atlas Bank. I want to see him bend the knee." An uneasy look spreads across Tyso's face. "Your Majesty, it is a long standing custom that the Lord Chancellor of the Atlas Bank is not summoned to the Palace, butconducts business with the Crown through emissaries. If you wish to discuss our relationship with the Bank I could set up a meeting to negotiate?" "It is a long standing custom that treason does not go unpunished. The Lord Chancellor will attend court and bend the knee, or the Atlas Bank will no longer enjoy the protection of the Crown."
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 0:36:35 GMT
Tyso shuffles closer to the throne and whispers in the Queen's ear.
"Please, Your Majesty, we have a delicate arrangement with the Bank going back a thousand years. It is not wise to take actions against the man who pays the entire Kingdom's expenses."
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 0:38:08 GMT
Tyso shuffles closer to the throne and whispers in the Queen's ear. "Please, Your Majesty, we have a delicate arrangement with the Bank going back a thousand years. It is not wise to take actions against the man who pays the entire Kingdom's expenses." "I respect your wisdom, my Lord, but it is not wise to question me a second time."
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 0:39:16 GMT
"Apologies, of course. I will contact the Bank at once."
Tyso turns and walks out of the Throne Room. For reasons unknown to most in the room, a number of courtiers followed him out. Several minutes later, far from the ear of the Queen, those courtiers met Tyso in his chambers and sat at a table littered with documents.
"We may have made a mistake in making her Queen" an elderly man in a simple grey garb sighed.
"It is a problem, but I remain convinced we did the right thing in facilitating her rise to the throne" Tyso replied as he wrote on a piece of parchment.
"She has to be stopped" said a man wearing a heavy chain, marking him as an important official in the Treasury, "it is utterly unacceptable to make threats to the Bank. All they need do is wave a pen on paper and this Kingdom will be in ruin for a generation."
"What she has unleashed cannot be undone now" a shadowy figure wearing all black on the far corner of the table interupted, "we must now work to limit the damage the young Queen has demanded we do on her behalf. I will take this message to the Bank and see if we can find a way to move forward."
"Thank-you Sir Jamie." Tyso said these words as if the Knight had just saved his life. He finished writing on the parchement, gave it to the Knight and made his excuses to leave.
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Post by janellerose on Apr 30, 2019 1:13:45 GMT
Lady Janelle finally moves towards the New Queens side and curtsies deeply "Your majesty, I am Lady Janelle Rose of the Northern Lands. I am ever faithful to the crown and serve loyally. All of those that are under the protection of the Rose Estates bend the knee to you. Command it and it will be done with the utmost haste."
At a motion from her hand her Captain of the guard moves to her side and kneels placing his had over the rose etched into his armor. "May I present to you my Captain of The Guard Jonah. He is also my life long friend as we were raised together."
Jonah nodded and rolled his eyes at Janelle, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Your Majesty, the Rose Guard will serve Loyally." He simply stated. Janelle grinned her eyes twinkled merrily. She knew this was going to be a fun ride.
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 12:50:28 GMT
Lady Janelle finally moves towards the New Queens side and curtsies deeply "Your majesty, I am Lady Janelle Rose of the Northern Lands. I am ever faithful to the crown and serve loyally. All of those that are under the protection of the Rose Estates bend the knee to you. Command it and it will be done with the utmost haste." At a motion from her hand her Captain of the guard moves to her side and kneels placing his had over the rose etched into his armor. "May I present to you my Captain of The Guard Jonah. He is also my life long friend as we were raised together." Jonah nodded and rolled his eyes at Janelle, despite the seriousness of the situation. "Your Majesty, the Rose Guard will serve Loyally." He simply stated. Janelle grinned her eyes twinkled merrily. She knew this was going to be a fun ride." Marcella smiled at Janelle and Jonah. "Your words are kind Lady Janelle and I welcome you in my court. I think we will be working together very closely. Please, join me in the Flower Garden tomorrow so that we may talk alone."
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 13:01:44 GMT
As the Queen finished talking, the Minister stood up to make the anouncement,
"Your Majesty, may I introduce Flor Gosank, Lord Chancellor of the Atlas Bank."
The main door opened and in walked a man decorated in the finest of clothes, golden waistcoat and much in the way of delicate embroidery. On his chest sat a golden drachma, supported by a heavy gold chain. It was the first time in a thousand years that a Lord Chancellor of the Bank had set foot in the throne room, and he appeared to walk with such a step that pounded the gravity of the occasion into the minds of the courtiers. Flor approached the throne and nodded at the Queen.
"Your Royal Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you. I had heard tales of your beauty, but they did not do you justice. And I gather that you have a keen mind as well. Surely, your Majesty, there is noone more suited to sitting on the throne. But I digress, you have called me here to see me kneel before you. Would you like that?"
Flor turned and raised his voice, addressing the courtiers.
"I bet a lot of you would like that, wouldn't you. Why protect the independence of the Atlas Bank, an arrangement that has worked to all our benefits or a thousand years, when a Queen promises to bring us under heel. Are you hoping for lower interest rates? No doubt there will be such demands of us once the Bank kneels beore the Crown, no matter the dire detriment such interference would cause to the economy of the Kingdom."
Flor turned back to the Queen,
"But here we are. A Queen and a humble coin counter. You have armies, lords, the love of the people and I see that there are men here who would not hesitate but to cut me down and storm the chambers of the Bank should you demand it. All I have are my numbers. I like numbers, they do not whisper little secrets, they have no desire to sit upon the throne. Numbers cannot be bought. Only moved around. But no matter how much they drift from one column to another, they always find there way back to their rightful place. Simplicity. I admire simplicity."
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 13:35:52 GMT
As the Queen finished talking, the Minister stood up to make the anouncement, "Your Majesty, may I introduce Flor Gosank, Lord Chancellor of the Atlas Bank." The main door opened and in walked a man decorated in the finest of clothes, golden waistcoat and much in the way of delicate embroidery. On his chest sat a golden drachma, supported by a heavy gold chain. It was the first time in a thousand years that a Lord Chancellor of the Bank had set foot in the throne room, and he appeared to walk with such a step that pounded the gravity of the occasion into the minds of the courtiers. Flor approached the throne and nodded at the Queen. "Your Royal Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you. I had heard tales of your beauty, but they did not do you justice. And I gather that you have a keen mind as well. Surely, your Majesty, there is noone more suited to sitting on the throne. But I digress, you have called me here to see me kneel before you. Would you like that?" Flor turned and raised his voice, addressing the courtiers. "I bet a lot of you would like that, wouldn't you. Why protect the independence of the Atlas Bank, an arrangement that has worked to all our benefits or a thousand years, when a Queen promises to bring us under heel. Are you hoping for lower interest rates? No doubt there will be such demands of us once the Bank kneels beore the Crown, no matter the dire detriment such interference would cause to the economy of the Kingdom." Flor turned back to the Queen, "But here we are. A Queen and a humble coin counter. You have armies, lords, the love of the people and I see that there are men here who would not hesitate but to cut me down and storm the chambers of the Bank should you demand it. All I have are my numbers. I like numbers, they do not whisper little secrets, they have no desire to sit upon the throne. Numbers cannot be bought. Only moved around. But no matter how much they drift from one column to another, they always find there way back to their rightful place. Simplicity. I admire simplicity." "I dont see you kneeling, my Lord"
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 14:30:27 GMT
As the Queen finished talking, the Minister stood up to make the anouncement, "Your Majesty, may I introduce Flor Gosank, Lord Chancellor of the Atlas Bank." The main door opened and in walked a man decorated in the finest of clothes, golden waistcoat and much in the way of delicate embroidery. On his chest sat a golden drachma, supported by a heavy gold chain. It was the first time in a thousand years that a Lord Chancellor of the Bank had set foot in the throne room, and he appeared to walk with such a step that pounded the gravity of the occasion into the minds of the courtiers. Flor approached the throne and nodded at the Queen. "Your Royal Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you. I had heard tales of your beauty, but they did not do you justice. And I gather that you have a keen mind as well. Surely, your Majesty, there is noone more suited to sitting on the throne. But I digress, you have called me here to see me kneel before you. Would you like that?" Flor turned and raised his voice, addressing the courtiers. "I bet a lot of you would like that, wouldn't you. Why protect the independence of the Atlas Bank, an arrangement that has worked to all our benefits or a thousand years, when a Queen promises to bring us under heel. Are you hoping for lower interest rates? No doubt there will be such demands of us once the Bank kneels beore the Crown, no matter the dire detriment such interference would cause to the economy of the Kingdom." Flor turned back to the Queen, "But here we are. A Queen and a humble coin counter. You have armies, lords, the love of the people and I see that there are men here who would not hesitate but to cut me down and storm the chambers of the Bank should you demand it. All I have are my numbers. I like numbers, they do not whisper little secrets, they have no desire to sit upon the throne. Numbers cannot be bought. Only moved around. But no matter how much they drift from one column to another, they always find there way back to their rightful place. Simplicity. I admire simplicity." "I dont see you kneeling, my Lord" The Lord Chancellor seemed to ignore the Queen's protestations and continued talking. "Have you met Sir Jamie of House... I forget." Flor waves his hand and Sir Jamie steps forward and kneels before the Queen. "My Queen" the black Knight says as he nods courteously at Marcella. Flor continued his talking, "I don't supose you have had the pleasure, Sir Jamie prefers to hide in the shadows, no doubt he is pained from burning as the light of day kisses his skin. He was instrumental in bringing your Majesty's buttocks onto that throne. When all this is done, I strongy suggest, for your own sake and that of the realm, that you keep him close by." Sir Jamie continued to kneel and Flor gazed at him as he continued lecturing the Queen. "Yes, Knights kneel. Numbers do not" Flor calmly stated before looking back at the Queen and nodding in a respectful manner. "It has been a pleasure, your Majesty." Flor turned to walk away but no sooner than he had taken a single step he turned back. "Oh, one more thing" he said as he digged deep into his pocket. "A contribution to your campaigns." He brought out a single copper coin, of such low value that royalty were unlikely to have ever held one, and tossed it at the Queen. It hit her cheek before falling into her lap. "Remember, My Queen... every coin finds it way home." With that final insult, the Lord Chancellor turned once again to walk away, leaving Sir Jamie kneeling before the Queen."
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 15:00:15 GMT
"I dont see you kneeling, my Lord" The Lord Chancellor seemed to ignore the Queen's protestations and continued talking. "Have you met Sir Jamie of House... I forget." Flor waves his hand and Sir Jamie steps forward and kneels before the Queen. "My Queen" the black Knight says as he nods courteously at Marcella. Flor continued his talking, "I don't supose you have had the pleasure, Sir Jamie prefers to hide in the shadows, no doubt he is pained from burning as the light of day kisses his skin. He was instrumental in bringing your Majesty's buttocks onto that throne. When all this is done, I strongy suggest, for your own sake and that of the realm, that you keep him close by." Sir Jamie continued to kneel and Flor gazed at him as he continued lecturing the Queen. "Yes, Knights kneel. Numbers do not" Flor calmly stated before looking back at the Queen and nodding in a respectful manner. "It has been a pleasure, your Majesty." Flor turned to walk away but no sooner than he had taken a single step he turned back. "Oh, one more thing" he said as he digged deep into his pocket. "A contribution to your campaigns." He brought out a single copper coin, of such low value that royalty were unlikely to have ever held one, and tossed it at the Queen. It hit her cheek before falling into her lap. "Remember, My Queen... every coin finds it way home." With that final insult, the Lord Chancellor turned once again to walk away, leaving Sir Jamie kneeling before the Queen." Enraged, Marcella nods at her Captain who instantly moves to block the Lord Chancellors path. He laid his hand on the Lord Chancellors shoulder and pulled out a long dagger. "I, Garette of House Garly, Captain of the Queensguard, in the name of Her Majesty Marcella of House Forstern, First of Her Name, Queen of Atlantis, do arrest you, Lord Chancellor, for Treason."
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 15:20:13 GMT
The Lord Chancellor simply gazed at the Captain's hand which laid on his shoulder. His gaze was not lifted for what seemed minutes in tense atmosphere, but was really a matter of seconds. His gaze then set upon the Captain's face.
"You serve your Queen well, Captain. No doubt your name will be inscribed on the annals outside the palace. A hero of the Kindom. But numbers remember no names."
Lord Jamie gave one last nod to the Queen.
"You may not believe me now, your Majesty, but one day you will thank me for this" the Knight said before he leapt up, removing a short dagger from a sheaf on his arm and plunging it into the face of Captain Garette. Blood squirted from the wound and the Captain squealed in agony as the dagger plunged once more into his face. Again and again and over and over again, the cold, hard steel pierced warm, soft flesh and over and over again blood spewed from Garettes unrecognisable face. Was it two dozen or three dozen times the dagger stabbed the bloody face of the Queensguard? The violence did not stop, until the lifeless body of the Captain fell into the lap of the Queen.
You no longer have immunity from threats by the Atlas Bank.
Tyso rushed forth towards the Queen but slipped on the pool of blood that denched the throneroom floor and banged his head hard upon the stone floor. His vision went blurry and then black as he heard two voices, simultaneously from the Guards.
"Protect the Queen" and "Protect the Lord Chancellor"
The guards formed two groups, surrounding the two powers and forming a shield wall around them both. From the pews of the throneroom, Knights stood up drawing their swords. But they did nothing but stare at the scene unfolding before them.... noone wanted to back the losing side.
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Post by adreamersworld on Apr 30, 2019 15:47:56 GMT
Marcella screamed as what was left of the face of Captain Garrette stared up at her. Her white dress was no longer, but stained in red blood. She couldn't see anything outside the shield wall and she could do nothing but scream and scream and scream.
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Post by Bettisia on Apr 30, 2019 16:20:06 GMT
From the shadows Daan murmurs, "Numbers do not lie, but neither do they feel. And yes everything comes home to roost. We must ensure that EVERYONE'S chickens return to which they came. Now how is the best way to put this egg back together? Think. Think. Think."
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Post by Bettisia on Apr 30, 2019 18:31:49 GMT
Copy of Sealed Courier Message from Daan DeSkaag to Rebeckah Wagnerie, the Ducchess of Bettisia:
Greetings Duchess;
I have important tidings from the Atlantean Capital. Of course none of it is good.
1) Alas, our King Kostakis has decided to retire to a Monastery. I am guessing he is hoping to rest and relax, but I am sure we will be able to lure him out for drinks, songs, and tales from days of yore soon.
2) Lady Marcella of A Dreamers World has been chosen as the new Monarch. Because she was one of the individuals we determined to be a positive choice, I have saluted her and left the traditional Bettisian fruit basket.
3) Although she has not yet been crowned, nor is yet holding the Trident of Office, she has begun to consolidate and flex her power. Tyso is Minister. Dion of Koros is High Priest- of course this angered the 'Old Guard'. Arder is pouting in his castle that he did become king- though it is a VERY good thing he did not. I have heard rumors that the Queen is searching for Kostakis. And I heard the order to lay siege to Arder's castle.
4) These two things have run Marcella afoul of The Bank. She requested Flor, the Lord Chancellor, bend his knee to her. You remember what an officious stuffed shirt he is. He actually arrived and began a monotone chastisement and lecture. Although if you paid attention, he did raise salient points.
5) At this point a Courtier supporting the bank and one supporting the Queen had a disagreement. This resulted in the Queen's man bleeding out in the Queen's lap. Now everyone is choosing sides.
I know that all Bettisia believes in waiting. And I would love to wait until I have discovered some more of the information behind the facts.
I also know that the only thing which will kill a man faster than hubris is religion. And both sides of this argument have PLENTY of hubris.
I believe the Queen deserves a chance to get her affairs in order, though waiting until all the protocols had been attended would have been better. I also believe The Bank needs to remain neutral in all things Politic. Knowing the long standing personal relationship you have with the Atlantean Bank leaves me in an uncomfortable position. I will wait and gather information as long as I can, please contact me if you can discover anything of importance from your Grandson at The Bank.
Your Favorite Sister, Daan
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Post by The Minister on Apr 30, 2019 18:39:24 GMT
The Guards Gate swung open and a column of City Guards marched in, they formed a line at the front of the pews where the terrified courtiers sat and entered a shield wall formation. Tyso, who was still lying in a pool of blood, lingering somewhere between conciousness and unconciousness, struggled to stand up.
"We are saved" he gasped as he crawled through the shield wall defending the Queen. He used all his strength to pull the lifeless body of Sir Garette off the Queen. He peered through the legs of the Queensguard, but what he saw horrified him.
The Wall of city guards suddenly turned round, facing the courtiers and with one unified thrust of their swords, every man and woman in the front pew were stabbed to death. The guards took one step forward and then gave another thrust, killing everyone in the second row. The courtiers began to wail and scream as they struggled to escape the guards sharp swords. Some would climb over the others, trampling those underfoot. A third thrust killed those on top, while thse underneath were crushed by the weight of well fed lords above them. Slowly the remaining courtiers stampeded to the back gate of the throne room, but it was barred shut from the otherside and the courtiers piled on top of one another, some crushed to death some stabbed to death, but by the end, all were lifeless in a blood drenched pile of highborn nobles.
The Knights, who stood in the centre of the room began to attack each other, some moving to support the Lord Chancellor, others trying to defend the Queen. They made quick work of each other and, no matter which side they were fighting for, the City Guards let them dwindle each other down before putting them all to the sword. Once short work was made of the court, the City Guards formed a new wall against the loyal Queensguard, while the traitors defending the Lord Chancellor and Sir Jamie made there way to safety through the main gates.
Only the Queen, Tyso, Janelle, Jonah and Daan survived, all behind the shield wall. But as the City Guards pressed against the Queensguard, the surivivors were pressed tighter and tighter against each other. The throne tipped over, Queen with it and all the survivors fell to the floor. Cramped against oe another. Members of the Queensguard were being killed off fast and with each death, the space the surviviors had grew tighter until they were being crused under th weight of the Queensguard. Tyso trembled in fear and lost control of his blader, urinating all over the Queens face.
They could only see black now as the few loyalists remaining huddled to protect them, shutting out all light from outside the shield wall.
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