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Coronation in Maze

Once one of the weakest nations of Feila, ruled and predominately populated by the Rodents. Recently, it has recovered from a famine and Civil War, leaving it governed by a duumvirate of King and Tribune. While still economically disadvantaged, its technology is surprisingly advanced, and it is primed to take a larger place on the world stage. Similar to Earth's medieval Spain.
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Coronation in Maze

Post by arSyx » Fri Feb 06, 2015 2:26 am

Arneo gave a sigh as he paced about anxiously in the meeting room of the palace. Normally it was where the king and nobles would gather when councils would convene, but for the moment, it was unoccupied save for the nervous raccoon who, in an hour from now, would be crowned the new king of his country. The first non-rodent king, no less, and immediately following a civil war. He hadn't felt any more prepared for this than the few days ago when he'd been told he was named successor to the throne by a king he'd never even met. The pressure was so crushing he could almost physically feel its weight.

...But he wasn't a king yet. He stopped in place for a moment. At least for now, he could enjoy the time he had left of being without all these new problems. He removed the black and bronze colored robe that he would be wearing for the ceremony, slinging it over an empty chair. He headed out the door, waving a dismissive hand at the guards as he walked by. The raccoon fixed his hair a bit before emerging the double doors that marked the end of the area accessible to guests. From here he casually strolled towards the main lobby, giving a smile to some of the guests dotting the hall that connected the two areas.

As far as he knew, no one other than those who were already in the palace knew what the new king looked like. His clothes without the extravagant robe were nice, but nothing that would stand out here with all the important guests that would be in attendance. Heck, there were probably many in Maze who didn't even know there even was a new king. He should blend right in. Caius probably wouldn't agree with this, but he needed some down time before his new life began. Might even be the last time he could socialize like this, even if he'd never been one for it before all this began. He'd have to learn to improve his skills in dealing with other furs anyway. He could see a guard who recognized him get rather tense, but he gave a subtle nod that it was alright and moved toward the crowd.

"Pretty exciting day, huh?" He tried to engage a nearby stranger, who gave him a confused look before resuming his conversation with another guest that Arneo failed to notice. Whoops. Arneo looked around, made eye contact with another guest and was about to speak up, but they quickly noticed his intent and silently meandered away.

Wow, he was kind of awful at this... He folded his arms before wandering to an empty seat near the wall. Ah well, maybe mingling wasn't thing anyway. At least he could just relax here. Maybe he should check on that paladin that came back yesterday. Poor guy had been getting worse. He'd been successful with his mission but had caught some terrible ailment. The least he could do was offer care for him in the palace. Arneo decided he'd pay a visit on his way back, but for now he just sat peacefully, partly watching his guests socialize and partly lost in his own thoughts.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the palace, a far more solemn mood hung about the air, in stark contrast to the jovial exchanges in the main lobby. Caius Tirrel, a black mouse, took brisk strides in his usual, lanky (or at least, lanky for a mouse) gait. He rapped on the door where the paladin was being treated. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a scrawny-looking mouse with a rag in hand. The mouse's face said it all. Caius' face tightened. He made his way in, stepping next to the bedside where the feline lay. The paladin was alive, but the odds were looking grim at this point...
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by Rackenhammer » Fri Feb 06, 2015 11:39 am

The death of King David Castillo of Maze had come as a rather unpleasant surprise to his royal counterpart across the Mediterranean; King Gregor I of Gawain. This was particularly so, since Gregor had given the services of his best diplomat and problem-solver to salvage the Mazan Crown in the midst of a Civil War in that country, in return for several key promises regarding the berthing of ships, among other things. As proud as the Rodents were of their country, Maze was not one of the Great Powers, very far from it. It might be said to exist on sufferance, depending on one or the other to maintain its sovereignty.

For now, that Power was Gawain, who was chiefly interested in holding a sea position from which it could break the stranglehold of Edwin upon the waves. For this, it needed a secure base on both sides of the sea in the middle of all the countries, and in the rush of battles and diplomacy that resembled them, it had gotten it. But, that had been on conditions very peculiar to the end of the war, particularly the dual rule of the King and Tribune. If that fell apart, so would all foreign treaties.

Thus, King Gregor had resolved upon sending the same ferret responsible for resolving the internal crisis of Maze to the coronation, as both assurance and insurance of continuity...

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Miles von Wexlar cut a distinctive, if unimpressive, figure. To begin with, though a ferret, he stood no taller than your average mouse, having a slight hunch to his back and crookedness to his legs. Between his stature and the lines of pain etched into his face, he looked anywhere from 17 to 40 years of age. On top of this, he wasn't physically any tougher than he was attractive; his skeleton was as brittle as a bird's.

Despite, or perhaps ultimately because of this, his personal presence was nearly overwhelming. Not being able to rely on force, he had developed guile and charisma at a very early age, combined with what later ages would call 'hyperactivity,' he typically had little trouble getting other furs to follow him into whatever mad scheme he was concocting. Hence, the unorthodoxy and eventual success of his Mazan policy.

At this particular instance, he was presenting a sharp contrast to Arneo. While the raccoon had escaped notice, Miles immediately dove into the center of attention. He greeted first the veterans of the war, who remembered him scurrying along the front lines, scrambling tactics into place to beat what seemed to be overwhelming odds. Next, the clergy, who remembered him as the one who had helped to put down a heresy that very nearly destroyed the soul of Maze. Finally, the rest of the guests, who recalled him scattering coin and bread among a people suffering from famine.

In short, he got a hero's welcome, and you'd be forgiven for thinking that Miles was the one who'd come to be crowned! Seeing the raccoon off to the side, he called out, "Guten Tage! Hola, hello? Where are you from, friend?" The ferret smiled, and it seemed to change his whole face into something almost handsome.
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by RabidFox » Fri Feb 06, 2015 11:55 am

Lucas was lost in another part of the palace. He had just arrived momentarily ago. The world seemed a blur to him now. He looked up at the vaulted ceiling, painted with the images of gods and decorated with gold. The white walls mocked him as he stood there, an oddity among men. He was, of course, without the fur and tail of most of the peoples of the lands. He was a Skin Avian, a demonic looking creature with fangs and claws without the gentleness of a fluffy tail or cute, large ears. He had large, intimidating raven wings and a body that screamed war. Slick arms and legs with frighteningly pale skin; long, pointed ears that flicked with impatience. He was truly a terrifying sight to behold, especially in a land so far from his rightful birth.

He hailed from an entirely different world, a place of trees and symbols and magic and water and rushing rivers. Of endless rains and endless drought. Of temples and tents and mountains and gorges. His land was a wild one, one that he had sailed from months before. But time meant nothing to an old creature like him. He was over four hundred years old and there were more like him, people with wings that had flown the skies for literally thousands of years. So, in a way, he was relatively young. He smiled.

Surrounding him were frail, young little creatures. People with short, quickly ended lives. They were highly susceptible to disease and death in general. Skin Avian were very hard to kill. They were immune to most illnesses and were tribal in nature, training from the very moment they were born to fight. But, as a race, they had a screaming weakness. They were very easily slain outside of their own land, one of their greatest reasons for never leaving it. Out here, in the Kingdom of Maze, Lucas was an easy target. To a man who had known nothing but wilderness his entire life, an inescapable world of tradition and godliness, every inch of him raised to be a beast, the raven was very vulnerable.

Tall buildings frankly scared him. It didn't matter that he could easily fly to the top of one if he just had the courage. Thick crowds of people deeply terrified him. He was not used to such impenetrable crowds. In the open, beautiful lands of his tribes, Lucas could fly openly in the skies and move freely among the trees. But here, in this overwhelming den of rodents and foreign animals from other countries, he was suffocated by unfamiliarity. A wild tribesman alone in this world would be killed instantly. So, of course, he had been carefully accompanied. Lucas' life was far too important to risk. Behind that cruel exterior was a childish man that deeply understood what it meant to have a sword in his face and to be afraid of it.

Certainly, he could wander about a castle by himself? That was the thought that filled his head with the reassurance of the others that had joined him. His eyes were filled with bewilderment, as he tried to hide the emotion behind a thin guise of stoniness. He didn't want his enemies to see his nervousness, his reluctance to be here, and his eagerness to leave. His willingness to return to a world that he had set out from to protect.

Every time there was a new king, a new queen, some newness to the greatness of power beyond the borders of Piriqui, Lucas was required to see this person or thing that had risen up from the darkness of time. As Order of his land, it was his very identity to seek out anything that could threaten his people. But time flows like a river and history repeats... Yes, everyone around him he considered some type of enemy, but that did not mean that he was dangerous himself. He was merely afraid of what was unusual, and what was strange to him, in his wild, untamed mind, could mean an end to him and his own.

Lost in the palace, in the greatness of it, of the rare treat of getting to see something so shiny and polished, Lucas had been wandering by himself for a time now. Of course, he had been assured that he was safe here, even by himself. Otherwise, the rough, gritty Chieftain would be clinging to the wise, old Grand Elders who had accompanied him.


((OOC: I will be joining everyone in the meeting room soon. I wanted to give everyone a chance to enter before I made a more proper introduction of my character. I think it makes more sense that Lucas would be wandering around taking things in before actually making a grand appearance before the king. I don't think wild tribesmen from Piriqui would be so quick to feel at home. :D))

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Post by Catalina Tamiko » Fri Feb 06, 2015 11:59 pm

The paladin rasped for breath. "D...did you....get word to.....my wife yet?" The tiger was struggling to breathe. Fighting for his life. He had been in a village. Dispatched by his order to aid in stopping the spread of a plague. In the corner a half rat half mouse. A magistrate of sorts. The man that kept the village running and when the plague hit he had sent for aid.

Now..... now he was waiting for this man to die.... with the coronation of his new king near by. The man put his paw on his face. "I sent word. I swear on my life... but Edwin is a long way away...." the rodent looked to the paladin. The tiger smiled. He was actually smiling. "She.... will be here soon enough.... please... bring her too me... she.. will be angry... and afraid." He coughed, choking on his own lungs. The plague was nasty.. but the paladin had done all he could. He sealed the plague inside his own body. The down side, was that the plague now ravaged his own body. His armor sat aside, in a corner. Dirty, bloody. His work finished he returned To report his success. And his failure.
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Post by evil9731 » Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:41 pm

Grand General Sobe of Kahun had been sent by the king to the lands of Maze, or as the crocodile preferred to refer to it as, the rat's nest. His purpose here was simple, to observe the coronation of their new king and get a feel for how the politics of the new ruler would shape the kingdom's future. It wasn't just enough to get just the future ruler's view on things, but the officials views on the king and how the important groups of his land would work with or against him. All in all, the reptile hated being here, and he hated that he couldn't actually curse the creatures in a tongue they would understand since his aide wouldn't translate such things for him.

Thus far the two of them, Crocodile and Gecko, lingered near the back of the main lobby, Nephin at least attempted to strike up a conversation a few times but the massive carnivore over his shoulder tended to scare them off before he could even introduce himself. He sighed and turned to the general, speaking to him shortly about their assignment before letting out a deep sigh and slumping his shoulders in defeat. Neither of them were happy to be here, but Nephin had no chance of escaping as Sobe would be without an interpreter. The massive crocodile just had his arms crossed over his chest, him and his aide both dressed in uniform as he looked over the crowd in contempt.
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by arSyx » Fri Feb 13, 2015 12:26 am

Arneo looked up, surprised at first that anyone had paid him any mind. His heterochromatic eyes of brown and blue fixed upon the ferret's face with intrigue. He'd noticed every so often this fur in particular in different parts of the crowd, and it looked like he was very well-received. His appearance was nothing too enthralling but there was a very familiar, yet intangible quality that just his presence exuded; it was a charisma that seemed to just come naturally. This one had it, his father had it, Caius had it, but him? Nowhere close. He wondered if it could be learned...

"Er, here. Well, that is to say, here as in this country, not this palace, I mean," Arneo fumbled in his response.

"What about you, uh..?" Arneo was about to ask for a name when his wandering eye caught the hulking mass of scales frowning at the crowd, flanked by another, less imposing lizard. He'd seen lizards from Kahun only once before in his life, when he was younger. They had passed through his hometown on their way to the capital. He remembered the stories from when he was young about Kahunian raiders, those ruthless and furless ones from the sand.. Arneo caught himself staring and turned his head back to Miles.

"Sorry. Your name was...?" Arneo asked politely, offering his hand and still stealing an occasional glance at the reptiles.

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"We will make sure to bring her here, I promise you," Caius reassured him, holding out a hand as a gesture to take it easy. He was surprised the feline could even speak from the sound of that dreadful cough. The black mouse turned his attention to the magistrate.

"I thought it prudent to check up on you both before the ceremony began. It will begin shortly, but if you would like to stay here, then that is perfectly fine," he spoke to the magistrate before a tap on the shoulder averted his focus. The mouse who had been tending to the paladin whispered a few words into his ear, and Caius' expression darkened.

"And you are sure of this?" he asked, gravely serious. The mouse nodded. Caius looked distant for a moment as he gazed out the room's solitary window into the gray and clouded sky. He then appeared to snap back and give a small sigh.

"Well, we'll have to figure out the meaning of it later... I should be going to help with the last few preparations. If you decide to stay, do not hesitate to send for me," Caius called back as he briskly headed out the doorway.

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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by Rackenhammer » Fri Feb 13, 2015 9:46 am

It was an odd sensation for Miles to have anyfur look up at him, given that he was shorter than most of his fellow Gawainians. Heck, even most Mazans were tall enough to look him in the eye! Arneo would definitely need to improve his posture if he ever hoped to cut a regal figure. Still smiling, the ferret gave the bow from the waist customary for greeting equals among the nobility. Whether this was a compliment to Arneo's pre-coronation rank, or an insult to his royal status was up to the raccoon.

"I am Miles von Wexlar, which conveniently answers both of your questions, haha!" Looking over the crowd again, the Gawainian noble could see a tall, grizzled wolf make his way towards him with a cross expression. Thari, Miles' bodyguard, often had a cross expression. Trying to keep up with a small, delicate, hyperactive charge was just at the limit of mortal capacity, as far as the lupine was concerned.
"Milord, have you spoken to everyone yet?" He asked, somewhat sardonically.

Long used to his liege-fur's ways, Miles took it in stride. "Oh, not quite. There's still the foreign dignitaries; Gregor would never forgive us if we didn't say hello." Giving Arneo a farewell salute, or rather, waving his fingers in the vague area of his forehead, the ferret noble took his leave. "Pleasant meeting you!"


Gawain did not have much in the way of relations with the Dynasty of Kahun. Mustelids were not suited to desert life, and the fact that King Gregor had expended blood and treasure to prevent the collapse of their longtime rival and enemy probably didn't help matters either. Still, from all reports Heremus was a reasonable fellow, well willing to play the game of weltpolitik. If Gawainian merchants could trade in the Delta ports, Gregor would consider relations sufficient.

Hence, Miles' next stop was to give a polite greeting to the Kahunian representative. Giving a bow of the same kind to Sobe, he said, "Greetings, General. May the sun never leave you scales." While he didn't speak the language, the noble had at least read up on the form of a traditional greeting.
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Post by RabidFox » Fri Feb 13, 2015 6:32 pm

Some of the members of the Kaneonuskatew Tribe had accompanied Lucas on his journey to Maze. However, most of the travelers were actually from a different, neighboring tribe, as was the Avian tradition. When there was a coronation for a new king, if the Order was too young, then he would be joined by a large group of elders from the next most powerful tribe. These people would be among the Grand Elders of their own tribe and their Chieftain would not accompany them on the trip. It was considered disrespectful to the Order, as Chieftain of the most influential tribe in Piriqui.

And they were here, now, in the palace. Most of them were in the proper place, attending the meeting room with everyone else. They stood out amongst the crowd, of course, and people were looking at them funny. Some of the onlookers were even afraid of them. But there was little that they could understand about people's reactions. They were not from this kingdom. Maze was a word that didn't mean much to them. They didn't know the proper definition of the nation's name or, at least, that was how they looked at it. "Piriqui" was considered, in many ways, an adjective. To the bird people. That was how they thought. Names were like descriptive omens about a person's future and their tribal name was like their identity itself. But people in other lands... well, they didn't really know. They didn't know what they did or talked about or dreamed at night. They did not understand their religion and their culture and their ways of life. It was strange and unusual and foreign to them. They were wild men from a wild land.

Lucas was lost in the images on another wall. He kept trailing them, wall after wall after wall. Pictures of men and women and children and murals of greens and reds and blues and other strange colors to him. Piriqui was not so... green and red... and, quite frankly, blue. They were not colors that he was used to seeing. Red was considered a food coloring. Blue was the sky. Green was the grass and the trees and the land itself and life itself. What in the world were they doing on the wall? It was ugly to him. Hideous even. He hated it.

His face was curled up in disgust and he was just standing there like an idiot, staring at a graceful image of a woman holding her young, short son. The child looked up at her, wearing a green and red cloth over his body that Lucas didn't understand. Maze was so... green and red in paints. They had so much... green and red. Why so much green and red? That was all he could think. It was finely mysterious to him.

"Child! Boy!" A Grand Elder called to him. "Come here! Stop holding everything up and embarrassing me!" He spoke in his own language, a tongue that others did not understand. "Get over here! We need to go! You... are... making... me... angry!" He stomped over to Lucas and harshly grabbed his arm. The other man gasped, enraged by the hand on his arm.

"My god, don't do that!" Lucas complained, trying not to be too loud. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. "I was on my way! I really was!"

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses!" The elder glared at him. "We have been journeying for months and you just keep wandering around and around in circles! Why in the world do you just keep going anywhere that you please? Don't you know that we have things to do? We are here for a reason! This is not a pleasure trip!"

"I have only been away from Piriqui a few times in my entire life!" Lucas snapped back, irritated. "Why can't I just... take things in? All I'm doing is enjoying the scenery!"

"Scenery?!" The man yelled. "What...?! This is not a forest! This is a... a palace." He looked around. "Like a holy temple. You don't just walk in and do whatever you want. Don't you know this place means something to the people that live here?"

The two men were soon joined by the group and they quickly moved onwards. They were in a hurry. None of the tribesmen had a good grasp of time and they did not know when the coronation would begin or if it had already started. Most of them knew just enough of the language to get by, like greetings and basic questions and things like that. They had brought along a few people that lived in the Edwinish settlements on the coast to be used as translators. Those people were already at the meeting room with the others. This group was the last band of stragglers that had not made it yet to the place of the coronation. While they had wanted to be there in a timely manner, they had found themselves instead hunting down their young, unruly Order.

By the time the group entered the meeting room, everyone was visibly calmer, though, a lot of them were still upset because they were late. Lucas trailed after the elders as they tried to find their proper place to be. It was not common for tribal men, never mind Skin Avian all the way from Piriqui, to even be in Maze, especially not the palace. They felt strange there, but that was not their concern at the moment. The Grand Elders were worried that they had possibly offended their hosts by being held up by Lucas.

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Post by Catalina Tamiko » Fri Feb 13, 2015 8:12 pm

The paladin smiled softly. He was sweating heavily. "I hope... she brings our daughter.....i sshould... like to see her...one....last time..." he rasped out. The tiger was growing weaker. The magistrate stood slowly. He reached into his pack and removed a small box. coming to his superior he held it out. "My duty... is to my king. But i can not leave this poor man to die alone. He saved our village. He could have left us all to die and yet he provided the power and means that we may yet live. Give this to the king. From the village I serve in. We send what we have." Inside the box was a simple offering. a hand carved wooden box, carved decoratively. In it rested a pot. Hand made by a master. decorated with scenes of village life. And inside was a large bag of spices. Grown in the village, the best they could find.

"When his wife arrives will you please let me know. I would rather bare the brunt of her wrath. From what he has told me... his wife is a demon. And she will be furious." The soft sound of the paladin's chuckle drew the magistrate's attention. "No.... not furious.. but mournful. She knew i would.... die before her. She is immortal... and i am mortal. She knew that.....when she married me." He looked up at them. Smiling gently. "Magistrate.... i never caught your name..." "Trenton.... i was named Trenton by my parents." leaving the box with his superior, the rat/mouse wandered close to the bed. Knealing there he spoke. "You should save your strength..." the paladin nodded. "Tell me... what do you aspire to be?" The hybrid lowered his ears. "I aspire... i want to one day serve upon the Tribune. I want to serve my country and king the best way i can. Bringing a voice from a small village. I know i am quite young. Only 24. But i think... i believe that i can perform what is needed of me."

The paladin nodded. "A good man knows. ..his talents and uses them....to benefit others... you are... a good man. Never....forget it...Trenton..." the tiger's eye fluttered as he gasped softly. His final breath and then he fell silent. Trenton closed the half open eyes. With shaky paws and voice he stood. "I... i shall wait here for his wife." He muttered to himself. Folding the tiger's paws on his chest, he pulled the sheet up to his neck. Reverently, he went to the armor. It took some effort on his part. But he managed to pick up the large sword. He gently laid it on the tiger's Body. Slowly easing the hilt into his paws. Then he sat to wait. His eyes never leaving the body of the paladin.
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Post by evil9731 » Mon Feb 16, 2015 2:19 am

When Miles spoke, his voice diverted the attention of Sobe and his aide towards the smaller mammal. The Grand General merely snorted and turned his attention away as the smaller of the two chuckled nervously and responded to him. Although accented, his voice was quite clear, the accent not thick but present. "I would like to extend my apologies regarding Grand General Sobe, he is not exactly thrilled to be sent to the lands of one he perceives as his enemy. On behalf of the King, we would like simply to be present and greet the new admistration." Nephin gave a short bow and turned back to the crocodile, exchanging words with him briefly in Kahunian.

Of course he had to put it so politely. Heremus did not solely wish for them to take stock of the new leaders, but find weak points and people of exploit that the King could use to influence the rat country and keep it weak. Clever and forward as he was, Heremus still shared the distaste for Maze that his fathers before him did.
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by arSyx » Fri Feb 20, 2015 12:50 am

Arneo had likewise stood up before giving a bow to Miles, not wanting to be rude. He gave a smile and wave to the energetic ferret who left him just as quickly as he came. Once again at the solitary number of one, Arneo crossed his arms and casually looked around for a bit before noticing a familiar black mouse looking sternly in his direction. His shoulders slumped and his tail hung low as he wandered over to go greet him, not looking forward to what was next. When Arneo joined up with Caius, words were not exchanged at first. Rather, they made their way back to the council room where Arneo had originally come from.

En route, however, one thing that caught Arneo's eye was the small entourage of furless beings with feathered wings passing swiftly by them. His eyes widened as they went by, and after they had passed, Arneo huddled close to Caius and asked in a sharp whisper.

"No fur on them either... Are they also from Kahun?"

"Not quite. They hail from Piriqui, or as you may have heard it called, the Territory of the Ravens. To be honest, I'd be surprised if you had seen them before. It's very rare to see any of their kind away from home..." Caius explained rather plainly in a hushed tone, and Arneo acknowledged it with a nod. Territory of the Ravens... He could have sworn, what little he did know, that its residents had a few more feathers than that. He still had a great deal to learn.

When they had passed the double doors into the more secluded area, Arneo turned to his advisor and tilted his head.
“You look a little tense, Caius…”

Caius simply gave him a ‘you don’t say’ sort of look before responding.
“Well, ignoring the fact that our new king was bordering on late for his own coronation, watching him throw himself into danger didn’t exactly put me at ease either.”

“No one outside the palace even knows what their new king looks like anyway,” Arneo picked his robe back up from the chair he’d left it on and swiftly donned it. “Besides, I need more experience in dealing with people anyways, especially people of status.”

“I won’t deny that, but if I can make a request, let’s not needlessly tempt fate, shall we?”

Arneo nodded and took a deep breath as Caius set down a small wooden box on the long table.

"What's that?" Arneo asked, tilting his head.

"A gift from the magistrate and his townspeople to the new king."

"Oh! The one who sent for the paladin, right? I'd been meaning to check up on him. Did you go to see him? Is he doing any better?"

Caius' brow furrowed. He paused a moment before replying. "We'll discuss it later. For now, we-"

The black mouse was interrupted at the ringing of a loud bell. There were very few times the bell tower of the palace was put into use. Royal weddings, attacks on the palace (heaven forbid), and of course... coronations. Caius didn't need to say anything more. It was as if the chime had stirred up a more serious air in the council room.

"Best of luck to us both, sire," Caius nodded to Arneo and moved on past him and opened the door that connected the main lobby to the council room, behind the throne that still stood vacant. The mouse entered through the doorway and stood a few feet to the right of the throne, waiting a moment for the crowd to recognize him and quiet down if the bell hadn't already signified such.

“Honored guests from near and far,” Caius spoke up loudly and clearly, sending a hush through the crowd, “We extend our thanks for sharing your presence with us on this glorious day in our history, for it is today we give recognition to the rise of our newest king!”

Arneo had been standing out of the line of sight of the open doorway as Caius kept speaking, dreading his cue. The resolve to step up to this opportunity fate had presented to him burned a lot stronger before he had to face a crowd of people and their watchful, judgmental eyes.
“If I may, try not to let them see you nervous, my lord,” a voice called out behind him. Arneo jumped, sufficiently startled by this, and wheeled around.
An elderly mouse garbed in fine white robes and an ornate hat stood behind him, holding a fine cushion on which rested a golden criclet beset by three gems. It was the bishop who would be presenting him his crown and be doing most of the speaking. The bishop gave a knowing smile, and Arneo relaxed a bit. Well, at least he knew there was someone rooting for him.

“-named directly by the late King David Castillo Bree, we honor our newest ruler, the first of his name, Arneo Toleus Vasquez!”

There it was. Arneo tried his best to swallow down his doubts and fears, walking with swift and confident strides through the doorway. In a brief instant he could feel his heart try to claw its way out of his chest as he first saw the crowd of furs, their attention focused solely on him.
...but he couldn’t simply be Arneo anymore. Arneo Vasquez would turn tail at this sight, but the new king of Maze could show no such fear, and so he took his place next to Caius, standing directly in front of the throne. Though his doubts still lingered strongly, an equally powerful courage kept him in place, fighting back the tide of negativity. The way he stood now, he felt taller than he had in his entire life. For now, at least in front of these people, he would appear the strong and confident leader that Maze needed.

Many in the crowd were struck silent as Arneo stepped in front of the throne, as if expecting him to keep walking to make room for the real new king to enter. However, as the bishop trailed out, stopped in front of the king, and began to speak the words given to every soon-to-be king, a few hushed murmurs began to run through the crowd.

As the bishop spoke on about the proud history of Maze, one could hear the beginning drops of rain begin to patter against stone outside…

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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by Rackenhammer » Sat Feb 21, 2015 12:08 pm

Body language required no translator, and would indeed often undermine the verbal pronouncements of one. That was why facility with spoken languages was only one of the skillsets required for diplomatic work, and could be done without, in a pinch. What could not be done without was tact, and Sobe had none. Miles could read him like a spelling book; the crocodiles eye's, both holding shrewdness and contempt for his surroundings, said as much about his actual orders as any intercepted document.

The ferret was much harder to read in that way, if only because his bent form gave his own body language a thick accent. Still smiling, he turned his sunny attentions to the translator. "Just saying Hallo, eh? Seems like a lost opportunity to me, but then, my own King prides himself on always being ready to do business." Which was true, and characteristic enough. Miles had been told to schedule an official meeting of some kind with Arneo, if possible; and with any others that he could. Current foreign policy in Bayreuth more or less centered on presenting Gawain as an even-handed alternative to what many furs had begun to see as Edwinian economic hegemony.

Speaking of which; there didn't seem to be any representatives of the other Feilan Great Power, especially odd when one considered that even Piriqui sent representatives. On the other hand, given that the former warlord and current Tribune, Celia Galvarez, had promised disruptions of the slave trade in exchange for avian mercenary help during the Civil War, it was less so. That promise still technically stood; Gregor certainly held no objections to letting anything stand that gave leverage against the Edwinian Merchant Marines.


Small talk had to wait, however. The ceremony was starting, and various foreign and domestic notables were being ushered into their appointed spots. Precedence had been given to Miles among the ambassadors, for obvious reasons, so he was in a good position to see Arneo as he emerged.
*Well! If that isn't a vindication of being good to everyone you meet, I don't know what is!* A personal good impression could work wonders later down the line, but that was later. For now, the ferret was willing to cheer along with the natives.... only, they weren't. He stayed quiet, therefore; it would have made the poor raccoon look like a foreign puppet if the Gawainian applauded louder than anyfur else.
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by RabidFox » Mon Mar 02, 2015 7:41 pm

Lucas was ushered into his proper spot, which made the young bird none too happy. For one, he was in plain sight. Secondly, he was all the way in the back with men of lesser importance to the affairs of Maze. Why was he being treated so unfairly by the elders? Why so far behind everyone else? The Grand Elders had reminded him time and time again that this would happen. But Lucas always seemed to think the opposite at some point. Damn it!

All these old people spoiled by time... That is how poor Lucas felt. Why could he not just be in front?!

"We do not have enough influence in this nation of nations to thwart our enemies into a corner of alliance." Explained one elder to Lucas, and he did so quietly so that they would not be overheard. "That day may never come until you yourself are an elder. Hopefully, your prized son will not be so horrible and terrible as his young father chose to be in his youth." He said the last line with sternness that almost frightened Lucas. The young Chieftain had never been talked to in such a way. He actually backed up for once.

"Get your gift ready for the King." Ordered an elder. "Make certain not to drop it."

"Yes sir." Groaned Lucas, taking a package from another youth and holding it steady.

"Now the King has to meet with some other people first, then, when it's your turn, you can go up and hand the package to Vasquez. You do not know enough of his language to be polite, but don't let him understand that you are very fluent in his tongue. We do not want him talking to you out of mere curiosity. You are too gullible and foolish to be of any political help at the time being. Perhaps when you are older, we can let you lead us into their Mazan sun. But, for now," He paused for a moment, tapping on the present box. "you just give him the box and delight in some highly sophisticated political circles around your head."

Lucas scowled.

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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by Catalina Tamiko » Mon Mar 02, 2015 11:44 pm

In the back corners of the crowd two figures stood, quietly. both kept back to avoid drawing attention. One was a lion. His plate armor was shiny, well maintained, but held marks where it had seen battle. His mane was still brilliant amber brown, a testiment to his youth. But his eyes were gentle, and kind. A small smile upon his lips. Beside him stood a smaller fox. The fox wore a tunic over simple chainmail. Youthful optimism upon his face.

"A new day dawns for this land." The fox whispered. The lion knodded knowingly. "Indeed it does my squire. It gladens my heart to see such. Though he is nervous, this young man has the courage to step forward. And the guidence of wise peers. He will make a fine king indeed." Both spoke softly to not disrupt the coronation.

The lion's gaze shifted to the side where a small door opened quietly. The half rat half mouse entered. The lion could feel the guilt coming off the man. He was burdened by the death he had witnessed. But none the less he had come to see his new king be crowned. The lion returned his gaze forward. The fox whispered softly, "when will we know she has arrived?" he asked. "shes likely already here. Much as we, she is likely remaining silent. "How do we handle her?" "We do not. We protect the king only. Those were our orders. Until she becomes aggressive, we do not interact with her."

"She could be anywhere." The fox said. He was calm, but not entirely. "Patience. We are priests first. Warriors second. Her husband just died. She will likely be in deep grief. I doubt she will even provoke action." The fox nodded and continued to watch silently.

The hybrid stood quietly, watching as his keking was being shown to the world. So this was the man to lead their people? He seemed a common man. And yet.... that was endearing. A man of the people. Someone that would not deny his people. And now he could see the man differently. He would not just be a man to lead, but to help others. The hybrid looked at his own hands. He was born to a common family. He had landed the magistrate's position through blind chance. His dedream was grander than his current position. But for now... it was nice to see the dream of so many come true for one man. And theat thought made him smile.
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Re: Coronation in Maze

Post by arSyx » Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:59 am

Arneo tried to stay focused on the bishop's words and not let his mind wander elsewhere until the bishop had finally gone quiet and moved to present the crown. The raccoon's heart pounded as he dipped his head, and the bishop placed the golden circlet upon it, whispering a faint "Vaya con dios," only audible to Arneo. It was as if the weight of Maze had been placed on him along with it.
The newly crowned Arneo lifted his head up, and heard some cheers from within the crowd, though not quite proportionate to the number of furs present. One could tell some only clapped out of obligation. This was to be expected though. Arneo knew there would be many who wouldn't immediately accept him as the new king, whether due to his non-rodent lineage or simply because they didn't have the same faith in him, a successor they had never even heard of, as they had in the late king. He had some big shoes to fill, but he knew that from the start. When the room fell quiet again and no fur had moved around, Arneo had nearly forgotten about his cue. He suddenly remembered Caius had told him he would be speaking at this point in the ceremony, not like a formal speech, but usually the king would at least give a few words to give a good impression and usher in his new rule. The raccoon cleared his throat before speaking up.

"I would like to extend thanks to all of you for attending. I understand it must be jarring for many for the crown to change hands so suddenly, and after such little time, but rest assured that a strong leadership still lives on in Maze. From now until the moment I cease to draw breath, I will dedicate all my efforts to the security and prosperity of Maze and its people. Hard times still lie ahead, but hardships often bring out our best. Let us work towards an even greater nation."

There was a brief pause, almost silent if not for the sound of rain and distant thunder. There was some applause, and Arneo noticed an approving nod from Caius. He relaxed a little in the throne, feeling the worst was behind him now. Granted, he'd been given some direction on how to speak beforehand, but there was a good bit of improvisation in there. He hoped it was a sign that he could make good on the words he'd just spoken.

In the meantime, guests were lining up to speak with the new king. After that, the banquet. He'd been told to try and keep it brief with everyone so as to give everyone some time, which shouldn't be too much of a problem since he wasn't that great at holding a conversation anyway. The main thing to worry about was making sure not to make any blunders. First impressions meant a lot. Thankfully, Caius had rejoined him at his side. Though silent, just his presence would provide good support. He noticed a few furs already leaving, but tried not to let it dishearten him.
For now, just focus on the task at hand. Give a good smile, be polite, and try not to let it show that you're still not quite sure what you're doing here...

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