The streets of Peel were light in darkness during the funeral of Gilmore Flanagon, the Emperor that sunk. Peel, which had grown from a town that only had city status because of a cathedral, had become the playground of imperial power, towers high serving for housing, commerce, civil service and other services of the Empire of Man. The great cathedral was the centre of attention these days as a service had been held there. Even though Gilmore was excommunicated it was felt that a prey had to be given in feeling of mercy. Then the long march out of the (small) city, to a once quarry turned into museum for the Emperors of Man. Gilmore, having his body like John Flanagon before him not being present, would have a memorial set instead, although as mighty as the tall obelix of Emperor John. There, a dark bloc was raised, with the status of an imperial eagle deployed on it to reflect Gilmore’s imperial claimants for the Imperium of Man. On it read the words:
In memory of Emperor Gilmore Flanagon, son of Emperor William, brother of Emperor Phillip, father of Emperor Magnus and student to the teachings of Emperor Ulman.
May his name be remembered through history as a man who bought the Imperium of Man from the British Isle to claim a place in the Sun.
May God judge him with earnest wisdom.
May his elder son and his children lead us to victory.
By Divine Right we will stand tall!
Magnus Flanagon then stood in front of the memorial, reporters ready to record his voice for the news. Magnus spoke:
“I… have sorrow this day. Gilmore leaded me not just to this world but also to be ruler of a empire that reaches out into the world. I am grateful for that. As for his acts against the Pope… I am to work to continue the service of not making the mistakes of Gilmore. I am Magnus: student of the Baron of Rushan who I hope we find soon. When the time for me to rule with full power comes… I, with the aid of my twin Denel and other siblings, will do my best to enforce order in the Imperium, secure our empire’s prestige and ensure the piety of our flock is ever shining. There will be no mistake: while I am serve, I too serve the peoples of the Imperium. Glory be to God and the Imperium of Man which be set in the Lord’s desire!”
And so Magnus walked off. Sorrow would be that day. In a weeks’ time there be joy with the official crowning of Magnus by the Pope.
It should hopefully be a happy event.