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| [CLOSED] The Crane and the White Tree; Diplomatic Discsoure between Gondor and Ascarenor | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 3 2016, 04:31 PM (848 Views) | |
| Ascarenor | Jun 3 2016, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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She sat upon the Phoenix Throne in the Hall of Brilliance, rays of a rising sun lightly illuminating the Hall from the massive glass painted windows depicting scenery from across the Viceroyalty on the eastern wall, if one were to observe closely at this hour – most auspicious for self-contemplation – one could say that the colors seemed to dance across the polished marble floors in grand displays, but an even more keen observer would see only the illusion from the ponds and the trees swaying in the dawn breeze. She wore official court attire, red silken dresses with a black and gold tunic over; a crane – the symbol of wise rule as well as her personal sigil – was embroidered within a square at the center of the outer tunic. Her headdress was of the typical fashion of the Ascari, a severe contrast from the Court dress on the Mainland, her long black hair was fashioned into a rectangular shape and a large ornate golden phoenix hairpin was placed in the middle with many more ornaments of varying degrees. However, he gaze was fixated on the onyx dome above the Throne, almost an extreme contrast to the beautiful dancing colors of the floor beneath. Diamonds, hundreds of them lined the twelve celestial constellations which sparked and shimmered in small, yet spectacular, fashion, each diamond was connected with a line of gold, or ivory, amber, or jade, amethyst, or emerald: each precious material for one of the zodiacs. Her eyes followed the golden lines connecting the stars of the Lion, her birth constellation. Her face would fool even the best behaviorist, she appeared to be enamored by the beautiful artistry of the dome, but her thoughts were completely on another matter. She was Sémarë Atárinë Artúlyanië i Arquentari Aulendiel carte Sareär Aranel Tercenë. She had numerous titles, Viceriene of Ascarenor her newest title to add to her collection.. but her most prestigious was that of being the Eighth Princess to the Ancalimë Empress - peace be upon her - and her Noble Consort (second of four husbands), half-sister to the Most Sublime and August Empress - may She live forever. Sarálindë, her sister was called before her ascension. Before she took the name: Autárimë. 'Prosperous and with Martial Authority' it meant. And with Martial authority. What are her ambitions? Sémarë was not envious of her sister's ascension, she was now herald as the Daughter of Heaven, The August Empress, Lord of Twelve Thousand Years, who ruled absolute and infallibly through the power of the Mandate of Heaven. Even with all this glory, honor, prestige and power the Autárimë Empress no longer governed her own life. Protocol and tradition now dictated the course of her days, augurs declared what the auspices demanded, astrologers told her what she must eat and at what time and how much. For she was the balance and the fate of the Empire now rested upon her immaculate shoulders, as the tutors often told the Princesses and Princes of the Dynasty, “Rituals and regulations are what keep life from springing towards chaos.” No. What troubled Sémarë was the way she was cast out of Imladris. "A great honor to serve the Heavenly Throne. To serve the Empress - may She live forever." They had said when giving her this post to govern in her sister's name. It was. But she was far from the capital. How could she maneuver for her own children when the time came? Her own House, Sareär, was founded after the death of the Empress. She could no longer vie for her yet to be born daughters' position so far from the center of civilization. She was still a threat. Not to the Empress. No. Her claim to the Throne has long since been negated and no general or minister would dare appose Heaven’s Chosen for a usurper. But she had had great clout at Court during her mother’s reign and to stabilize the succession the Autárimë Emperor removed her rivals and enemies from Court. A smart move, Sémarë did not blame her sister for her actions, she knew she would have done the same.. even more, perhaps. Ascarenor. Continents away from the mainland. Yet. Formidable. Its vast resources and endless wealth brought glory and prosperity to the Empire. But in the process Ascarenor suffered. Her wealth sucked dry by the endless needs of the Capital, of the Court, of the Empire. She looked upon the Lion once more. She must find a way to secure Ascarenor’s wealth for herself, yet, make herself indispensable to the Empire. Traitorous thoughts indeed, defying the will of Heaven. Her mind was fixed to that thought. Ascarenor. Strong and powerful. Independent. She almost shuttered. How had that thought entered her mind? Such treasonous thinking... but. Her thoughts remained there. The Empire of Ascarenor. Not a Viceroyalty. And she would be.... Her hand quickly came to her chest. Her heart was pounding. The thought was beyond treason. It was blasphemy. It was unthinkable. But .. but had it not just crossed her mind? Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the two large wooden doors gilded in golden prayers of propriety and portents. She stood realizing she was sitting on the Phoenix Throne. The Phoenix Throne! Reserved only for the Empress if she were ever to come to Iscamir. Though, no reigning Arda Tuluvan sovereign has ever come. She took a deep breath and lifted her long, many layered robes and stepped down from the dais, the ornaments of her ornate headdress chimed as she took her place upon her rightful spot: the Tarándur Seat, situated on the second of three platforms. The army of bureaucrats and ministers entered eyes and heads bowed. They came before the daises bowing on hands and knees with their foreheads touching the polished marble floors. "Your humble servants bow before Her Most Serene Highness." They said in perfect unison. The Viceriene flicked her hand ever slightly and a silken, yet firm voice spoke. "You are given leave to stand." It was her ómari, or Voice, who had given the command. He had been standing patiently next to one of the large columns that lined the Hall. "We thank Her Serene Highness for the honor." Lady Ambarturë Lóravarníne, the First Chancellor of the Grand Secretariat, said with another bow of the head, "the hour has arrived, Serene Highness. The Honored Guests from the Kingdom of Gondor have arrived in Iscamir and are now in route to Nénarcassë Palace." Sémarë nodded her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment. She rose from the Viceregal throne causing the assembled army of ministers to bow again as she left the Hall of Brilliance. She would meet King Eldarion at the Meridian Gate; he was, after all a reigning sovereign and therefore the two were counted as equals in status. Had it just been the King’s Steward or any representative she would have awaited them within the Central Hall. The Viceriene waited atop the Merdian Gate and looked out the raised canal traversing the scenery. Iscamir. A city of splendor and water. It was built during the Vildimë Dynasty, who’s element had been water, so in honor of the fallen dynasty the architects and nobles built Iscamir upon a lagoon. The city was a masterpiece of engineering and ingenuity; new techniques had been used to build the dams, dikes, and canals. Hundreds of thousands died and drowned during the hundred years it took to build the old city. It was said that the rivers and canals ran red for a hundred years. But it was a beautiful city. A few miles south the Meridian Gate the the King of Gondor’s plane landed in an airfield reserved souly for the Viceroyalty’s most esteemed guests. King Eldarion was greeted by an honor guard of 1,728 soldiers; 12 centuries of 144 legionaries, a horde of high ranking bureaucrats and ministers among them Deputy Viceroya Vaniai Spanturo, Foreign Minister Elemmírë Querrestalin, Cultural High Minister Ilyanna Celvandilmë, and Haryos Órecalimonin, Minister of Rites. A long red carpet was laid out from the airplane to the large transport that would take the King to the Meridian Gate along the central canal of Iscamir. The scent of a hundred flowers filled the air and soft melodies of song could be heard among the wind. No expense was spared for the arrival of the Viceriene’s most honored guests. As the King of Gondor stepped out of his plane the assembled Guards snapped to attention and the ministers bowed low at the waist. Flower petals fell from the sky as the banners of both Gondor and Ascarenor waved majestically in the wind. |
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| Ascarenor | Aug 22 2016, 12:36 PM Post #21 |
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(OOC: I apologize. I thought that I had posted this.) The Viceriene met the King in the Hall of Brilliance within the Hall of Supreme Harmony. She was dressed in magnificent red and black silks, embroidered with gold and silver designs. Her head dress was opulent, made from red beads and gems. The style was a combination of Ascari and Mainland Arda Tuluvan fashion. The entire room was filled with the Ascari Presidium and State Council, along with the minor kings and queens of the Viceroyalty. Before the Phoenix Throne was a table with two thick documents of the Charter of the Great East Audaxian Co-Prosperity Sphere; one in Quenya the other in the national language of the Kingdom of Gondor. The Viceriene and the King greeted each other before the table and the assembled dignitaries, as Ehtelë spoke, in his usual booming voice, “We are here on this most auspicious morning to unite two great nations into an alliance that shall last a thousand, thousand years. By the Grace and Benevolence of Her Most August and Sublime Majesty, the Empress – might she live forever – does Her Most Serene Highness, Viceriene Sémarë Sareär and His Royal Majesty, Eldarion, King of Gondor do swear and avow that Your Graces enter into this treaty with trust and friendship, clear of conscience and with cognitive truth?” “I do so avow.” Sémarë Sareär said as she extended her left index finger towards a golden needle and pricked her finger and let a few drops of blood fall into the small bowl. A servant quickly rapped her finger in red cloth before she took the pen and dipped it in her blood and signed each treaty. She took the ornate jade seal and affixed the seal on each document. “I do so avow.” The King said before he, too, followed the Viceriene’s lead and bricked his finger on the other needle and affixed his signature to each document. The two bowed to each other. A treaty signed in blood. An unbreakable oath made. Gondor and Ascarenor were now tied together in marriage, in treaty, in solidarity. The Gondorian prince was awoken the next morning by a young Noldori man, the Viceriene was nowhere in sight. It took Herendil a few seconds to gage is surroundings. He was on a large circular bed, with a canopy of sheer white cloth surrounding the bed. “Great Lord.” Someone said waking the Gondorian prince, “My humble apologizes for disturbing your slumber. But it is time for Your Lordship to ready himself for the Conferment Ceremony.” The servant bowed as Edward get out of bed and the servant set a robe around him. Herendil yawned and looked around. He was on a large circular bed, with a canopy of sheer white cloth surrounding it, the room was colorful and smelled of a soft incense and roses. Sémarë, his wife, was nowhere to be seen. “I am called Encaitar, I have the great honor to be your anvir'arma.” He bowed his head to Herendil. “I also have been given the task to teach Your Lordship our ways and language.” While dressing the Gondorian prince in traditional garb of Arda Tuluva, Encaitar explained the Conferment Ceremony. It would last three hours with prayers, blessings, and many other intricate rituals. Encaitar said that at any time he did not know what to do, just follow Sémarë’s lead. Herendil was eventually brought from his place at the Hall of Union to the Hall of Supreme Harmony via a palanquin, accompanied by an army of attendants, banner-bearers and servants. As if it was all planned, the every court yard was filled with a hundred different flowers, arranged in fortuitous designs, flags and banners waved atop every spire and building. Over a thousand palace workers had worked through the night to set everything up, after all, all things must be in there proper place at the proper time. He had been dressed in traditional Arda Tuluvan attire for the Ceremony. Horns blew and a gong rang as his palanquin was taken over the Bridge of the Dragon and Phoenix. Flower petals descended from the sky as a hundred doves flew over and a dozen cranes. Soldiers lined the way, they snapped to attention and saluted the moment Herendil’s palanquin left the bridge. She waited for him at the bottom of the stairs leading to the Hall of Supreme Harmony. She extended her hand to him with a smile as he emerged from the palanquin. They slowly ascended the immense stairway towards the assembled crowd of high ranking officials of Ascarenor, who among them was the King of Gondor. Sémarë lead Herendil towards Haryos Órecalimonin once they arrived at the summit before the grand entrance into the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The Minister of Rites was holding an ornate tray with two scrolls and small golden box, he first bowed to the Viceriene then to Herendil, who had been told what to do, knelt before the Minister followed by everyone else, except for Sémarë. Minister Órecalimonin handed the tray to Herendil who bowed his head as he accepted it before standing up and handing it off to Encaitar. Herendil turned to face Sémarë, their eyes locking as she gave him a small affectionate smile. He took her hand as they turned to face the assembled crowed while his new Ómari read the Edit aloud in a booming voice:
All those assembled kowtowed before the Viceriene and the Noble Consort chanting twice, “Húmyén, húmyén, húmhúmyéni![1]” [1] Húmyén, húmyén, húmhúmyéni literally means "a thousand centuries, a thousand centuries, a thousand thousand centuries", meaning "Long Live Their Highnesses." |
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| Gondor | Aug 25 2016, 04:56 AM Post #22 |
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OOC- This is my concluding post for this rp, as to get things in Gondor moving Eldarion must return to Gondor. With the treaty signed and a great alliance secured, King Eldarion felt content with all the events that had place in Ascarenor. After the treaty signing and the conferment ceremonies had been conducted, he requested that his belongings be prepared for his flight home to Minas Tirith. As everyone cleared out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Eldarion walked up to Sémarë and Edward to bid them his farewell. He first turned and spoke to the Viceriene, thanking her for all that had taken place. "Thank you, Sémarë, for your hospitality and this alliance. I have enjoyed my time here in Ascarenor, but Gondor bids me hence. I must leave now, and return to Gondor with my copy of the East Audaxia Co-Propensity Sphere. It is an honor to not only know you as my ally, by my sister in law. Our nations shall prosper together in the coming days." He then turned to Herendil, and smiled. "Brother, I am glad that you have found a good wife and a good life. You are the Grand Prince of Ascarenor now, and a man that I am proud to call brother. I bid you both farewell, and earnestly hope that you have a fruitful and loving Union with one another. Be well, my friends." And with that, all was said on the part of Eldarion. He kissed Sémarë's hand, hugged Herendil for a good moment, and then was off to his plane home. The alliance had been secured and the dragons of the east were flying, together as one. |
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