Franzharian Imperial News Agency - Special Report Emperor Joslik Rukia IV, Dead, Aged 87 Years
#1
Posted 03 September 2008 - 06:18 PM
By scribe of the Imperial Arbiter, approved by the Office of the Lord High Chancellor, the following:
"Born 87 years ago, Emperor Rukia served as our Emperor for 64 years. He often stated, that while he ruled his people, he was never the ruler of his own dreams.
Safely from within, the last of the Rukia Imperial Line passes now into history. Cause of death, Congestive heart failure. The finest medical minds in the Empire labored for days, but when coma set on, only the daily administration of a powerful drug kept him alive. Finally on the night of September 3, approximately 745pm, Joslik Rukia, Sovereign of the Imperial Dominion of Franzharia, was dead."
Chancellor Ranather:
{It is a rainy, cold day in Franzhar Square. The Chancellor, clad in Black Imperial Dress, addresses a solemn crowd. There is no joy in his face, as if he himself was struggling to retain the emotion.}
"Citizens of the Empire. I revel not in the task, but my duty as Lord requires this. Our dear leader of 64 years, long did he struggle with a failing heart. Mercifully, the gods have granted him eternal repose. He was the last breath of a dying age.
But not an Empire.
Life goes on, the great wheel spins on. Rukia has gone on to yet another phase of this existance. He would not want us to suspend ours to mourn him endlessly. I cannot say I will not miss his guidence. He was not just my liege, but family. We were all family in a sense. By Imperial Decree, and ancient tradition, he shall lie in state for 8 days, one for each spoke of the wheel. When the final spoke comes down, we move on.
Our destiny calls us."
"Born 87 years ago, Emperor Rukia served as our Emperor for 64 years. He often stated, that while he ruled his people, he was never the ruler of his own dreams.
Safely from within, the last of the Rukia Imperial Line passes now into history. Cause of death, Congestive heart failure. The finest medical minds in the Empire labored for days, but when coma set on, only the daily administration of a powerful drug kept him alive. Finally on the night of September 3, approximately 745pm, Joslik Rukia, Sovereign of the Imperial Dominion of Franzharia, was dead."
Chancellor Ranather:
{It is a rainy, cold day in Franzhar Square. The Chancellor, clad in Black Imperial Dress, addresses a solemn crowd. There is no joy in his face, as if he himself was struggling to retain the emotion.}
"Citizens of the Empire. I revel not in the task, but my duty as Lord requires this. Our dear leader of 64 years, long did he struggle with a failing heart. Mercifully, the gods have granted him eternal repose. He was the last breath of a dying age.
But not an Empire.
Life goes on, the great wheel spins on. Rukia has gone on to yet another phase of this existance. He would not want us to suspend ours to mourn him endlessly. I cannot say I will not miss his guidence. He was not just my liege, but family. We were all family in a sense. By Imperial Decree, and ancient tradition, he shall lie in state for 8 days, one for each spoke of the wheel. When the final spoke comes down, we move on.
Our destiny calls us."
#7
Posted 03 September 2008 - 07:37 PM
"Permission is granted. At the end of the Traditional 8-day Imperial State of Mourning, the ceremony is to be held on the Island of Reunion, at the Imperial Sanctorium at Galtej Tor. Galtej Tor is located outside the Reunionite provincial capital of Saint Denis. While usually a restricted port, restrictions will be lifted for the duration of the ceremony, as well as 72 hours before and afterwards."

Imperial Sanctorium at Galtej Tor

Imperial Sanctorium at Galtej Tor
This post has been edited by Ranather: 03 September 2008 - 10:10 PM
#13
Posted 04 September 2008 - 03:37 AM

Pravda vítězí
Because of the crisis in Central Europe and the trilateral talks later tonight, Beneš has been recalled to Prague, his deputy Emil Hácha is on his way to replace him.
We hope that this change of plans does not insult the Government of the Imperial Dominion of Franzharia ?.
This post has been edited by Havel: 04 September 2008 - 03:41 AM
#16
Posted 04 September 2008 - 12:15 PM
#18
Posted 04 September 2008 - 12:28 PM
A ship slowly steamed into the port city of Saint Denis (OOC: If I'm wrong, let me know). A figure, accompanied with several more, climbed out into the dock. It was raining, as if in mourning. Turkish representative Jonathan Kars solemnly walked over to Franzharian officials and bowed to them out of respect. "Hello. My name is Jonathan Kars, and I've come to pay our respects to the beloved Emperor Rukia."
#19
Posted 04 September 2008 - 12:32 PM
(OOC: Perfect
I know im 'in' Turkey at the moment, but as Chancellor I'm required by Law, Honor, and Tradition to be here, so we'll just overlook that little detail
)
Empress Anastasia propmtly returned the bow. "We are honored to have our Turkish allies here. I must wait here for others, but my Imperial Guardsmen can escort you to the Sanctorium. There is no road there, oddly, but there is rail, so the steamer should be arriving momentarily."
Empress Anastasia propmtly returned the bow. "We are honored to have our Turkish allies here. I must wait here for others, but my Imperial Guardsmen can escort you to the Sanctorium. There is no road there, oddly, but there is rail, so the steamer should be arriving momentarily."
This post has been edited by Ranather: 04 September 2008 - 12:33 PM
#20
Posted 04 September 2008 - 01:16 PM
The 22-year-old Miss Arlene Summers looked out the window of the government plane, and was surprised to see that they were below the clouds already.
She clenched her fists, nervous about her first assignment since graduating into the diplomatic corps. To ease the tension, she breathed deed, held the breath for ten seconds, then exhaled slowly. it seemed to help, and she actually managed to doze off for a few minutes before the landing jarred her awake.
'Well, looks like I'm here,' she thought. 'Let's get this show on the road.' With that, she prepared to disembark...
OOC: Feel free to take it from there, if you like. I at least need to know who she's meeting.
She clenched her fists, nervous about her first assignment since graduating into the diplomatic corps. To ease the tension, she breathed deed, held the breath for ten seconds, then exhaled slowly. it seemed to help, and she actually managed to doze off for a few minutes before the landing jarred her awake.
'Well, looks like I'm here,' she thought. 'Let's get this show on the road.' With that, she prepared to disembark...
OOC: Feel free to take it from there, if you like. I at least need to know who she's meeting.

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