Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-24449631-20140306234319

“And the Night mother’s coffin?”

“Safe my liege”

Mantius the emperor started to cough unhealthily again.

“my liege…” The Oculatus Penitus messager pointed at the collar of the Emperor.

It had some bloody saliva on it.

The Emperor though was quick to rub it away though, as if he wanted to hide it from as many people as possible. However it was no secret to his Inner Circle that the Emperor was very ill.

“ugh… I’m old… I’m sick…”

Mantius got up from his throne. Almost falling. Luckily the Oculatus Agent had him before he tripped over.

Mantius didn’t like being so helpless, that he couldn’t even stand up on his own strength annoyed him to great lengths.

“Thanks… young master.”

“Could you… Fetch me my cane please?”

The Agent carefully let go of the feeble man, hoping he could at least keep up straight while he would get his cane.

It was an oakenwood stick with a gold nob on the top. On it the insignia of the Empire.

“Ah… Much better. Thank you”

His words were only just said or that slimy bugger of the Elder Council, Silto Venoratti showed up in the throne room. Poking his head through the massive door into the grand hall, in contrast he looked like a small rat sniffling through the door. Ah no matter… let’s hear what he has to say.

“Ah My Dear Emperor” Venoratti said bowing down. Walking in with hands folded and back bent.

<p class="MsoNormal">He walked over to the emperor and kissed his Ring.

<p class="MsoNormal">“My dear Emperor… I wanted to tell you that everything is ready for Tomorrow’s Festivities…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Excellent work Silto.” The Emperor replied stern.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh Thank you Dear Emperor!” Silto then replied gleefully and again, bowing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How… How’s the Illness sire?” He then asked. Almost as if he was genuinely concerned.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m no fool Venoratti…” The Emperor then replied

<p class="MsoNormal">“I beg your pardon Sire?” Venoratti looked up with a raised Eyebrow. As if he was accused of something.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You can leave now. Venoratti.” Mantius didn’t want to spend another minute with this man. How he even became a member of the Elder Council was beyond him. But… The Elder Council is the democratic branch of our empire and he has been chosen. So be it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, sire… as you command… sire…” Silto Venoratti slowly said as he slithered away, out of the Throne Room.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Emperor then had that nasty cough again.

<p class="MsoNormal">“argh…. I feel so miserable”

<p class="MsoNormal">He then fell back into his Throne. As if it had now become his prison.

<p class="MsoNormal">He then looked to the young agent.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Can I ask you a question, young master?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Of course you can. My liege.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you think I did the right thing?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“beg your pardon, sire?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you think my Rule, my reign… was just?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Of course me Liege” The Young Agent bowed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“hah… Why do I have the feeling that’s not the right answer…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“But, my liege. The people adore you. We are even having a masked ball in your honour.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“In my Father’s honour you mean.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmmm Some say he did not fear death, that when his moment came… He wasn’t afraid. I however. I am afraid. I am weak.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He coughed again.

<p class="MsoNormal">This made the Young agent very uncomfortable. He didn’t know how to deal with these situations. These… Revelations.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah… If my time comes, my lovely daughter will take the crown. I am so lucky to have her…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“you mean, fair lady Gwendolynn? Sire?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes… I only hope she is safe… She left in such a rush… But I know, I feel she is alive. So I have hope.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hmm I’m sure she is Sire.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Anyways… Where is my mask? It’s a mask of Tiber Septim.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I need to prepare my speech for tomorrow.”