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(Roleplay)
His Grace, Duke Merlin Silverfire of Frekpotis marched down the central avenue of Barad Gardor, the capital of Coria. He was surrounded by the 72 most elite troops in the entire realm, his well-trained special forces, who would die to the man before allowing harm to their Duke. Behind the Duke’s bodyguard strode 100 of the city’s militia along with the captains of the city’s militia and palace guards. Behind the capital’s militia strode 500 personal retainers of the Duke each carrying a large bundle. This group was lit only by the flickering fire of hundreds of torches in the pre-dawn twilight.
When Merlin reached the forum of the Corian Ruler’s palace, he stopped and surveyed the palace. He turned briefly to his men, and the captain of the city’s militia and the captain of the palace guards were brought forward to flank the Duke. Striding forward, Merlin moved to the base of the podium in front of the palace and drew his sword. With a single slice, and a sharp crack, he cut down the flagpole of Coria, then moved and picked up the banner of the realm in his hands. Without a word spoken, he took a torch from his closest retainer and set the banner aflame and held the banner aloft.
Merlin turned to the two captains.
“Burn them. Burn every banner of Coria within the city. My retainers will accompany you and supply you with the replacements.” The captains turned and looked at each other for a brief moment. What could they do? Merlin was Duke of the city of Barad Gardor, and the highest authority currently in Coria. The only person who could possibly override his order would be Merlin’s vassal the direct Lord of Barad Gardor and he wasn’t in the city. Just as this was undoubtedly passing the minds of the captains, a messenger ran up to the gathering.
“My Lord Silverfire!” the messenger said.
“The results of the election are in; you are now officially Ruler of Coria!”
Almost immediately after hearing the news, the two captains voiced their assent and set out with their men to begin. As they turned away, each had three of Merlin’s bodyguard go with them to keep watch. Merlin then announced:
“Someone find me a throne,” before he turned his back on the crowd and entered the Palace proper.
Before long, red fires had sprouted up all across the city, and snakes of smoke reached out and shrouded the city in a sort of haze, as the sun breached the horizon. Before the hour was out, hundreds of pigeons had already left the city, carrying the same message to the four corners of Atamara. The details differed, but the central message was the same:
“The Republic of Coria has fallen! The Kingdom of Coria has begun!”----
Also, perhaps a link to this forum thread:
http://forum.battlemaster.org/index.php/topic,3873.0.html
