Discussion in 'Civ4 - Democracy and Team Games' started by Vandal Warlord, Sep 7, 2009.
Yah, Usually, I will tell you if I have plans to conquer the world!
Sean blew on the wax impression that his ring had left on the letter, showing his acceptance. He handed it to a messenger, who quickly sped away. The Emperor then rose, cracking his neck in the process. It was now dark, with a single candle ligting the room. But as he rose to leave, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a letter was passed through the door. He walked over and opened it.
My Dear Emperor-
I would like to inform you that the House of Rozsudek has finished its training of the Guardians. They shall soon arrive at the palace, for your disposal. We would also like to thank you for the means of training them. Finally, we await your orders.
- The House of Rozsudek
Empreor Sean, folded the letter and placed it on the desk. A few moments later, he walked outside of the palace, to see three men, darned in armor, bowing before him. They rose and escorted him to a horse, followed by three others. After mounting, the four sped off in the direction of the Egyptian border. Sean himself, would lead his men.
The fireworks were being ignited as the rider came up through the gates of the Huberian Palace. The night was warm, and good titding were felt by all. The annual Moreshian Ball was occuring and the famous couple was the talk of the night. Marissa and Eliko had formalized their engagement, and noone was happier than Marissa. She had fallen so deeply in love with Eliko that she would give all she had to be with him forever. As the happy couple danced in the grand hall, Lord Marshal was taking a respite on one of the many balconies at the Palace.
Lord Marshal had finished his cigar, and began making his way back to the party. Near the top of the staircase leading back down to the grand ball room, Marshal met up with one of his aids.
"My Lord, a messanger from the Palace has arrived with a letter for you," said the aid.
Marshal was excited, the news could not have come at a better time. If everything was as the Lord hoped, he would have a new marriage engagement to announce, and also the formation of the Huberian State. Marshal told the aid to have the messanger wait in the lobby to the Lord's office. He wanted to keep things seperated from the party, so as not to alert suspiscion.
"Good evening to you Lord," said the messanger as Lord Marshal made his way into the lobby.
Marshal nodded at the gentleman, and motioned his arm in a way to show the messanger where he would be meeting with the Lord.
As Marshal took a seat behind the large oak desk, the messanger pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it over to the Lord. Marshal authenticated the letter by looking at the Imperial Seal on the back. Soon, he agreed that this was a true mark of the Emperor, and began opening the letter.
Marshal was besided himself. He had successfully petitioned for the Huberian State to be created. A joyous moment it was for all. There was much work to be done, but for the meantime Marshal thanked the messanger, paid him a tip, and sent him on his way. After the messanger had left the office, Marshal made his was back to the party.
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