Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140602210348

Sleep now, my king...
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“Are you sure?” Venoratti, head of the elder council asked seemingly worried, as he held his hand in front of his mouth.

The doctor got up.

“Yes.”

“Sigh… But there was nothing we could’ve done.” The politician said as he placed the blankets back over the body.

“What’s the time?...” He then asked the doctor.

“09:58 in the morning, Morndas, 2nd of Mid Year…”

“So be it then…”

“The emperor has passed away…”

“Guard!” A guard came running in.

“Yessir…” He sounded a bit uncertain.

“It is time…”

“Light the beacon. Let the empire know they lost their dear Emperor.”

The Imperial guardsman saluted and ran up the stairs as quickly as he could. All the way up the White-Gold tower.

The stairway took an insane amount out of him, it was after all, still the largest structure on Tamriel.

Eventually the guard reached the top of the tower. He had never been here before, and immediately regretted he never had. The view he had was astounding. All around him… The empire… In the distance… Faraway lands like, Hammerfell or Blackmarsh. Truly a sight to behold. But that was not why he had climbed so high. He was here to light:

The beacon of sorrow.

<p class="MsoNormal">A simple invention, that uses the blue fires of beaumanic oil as a signal, or as the name suggests… A beacon. When the beacon shines, watch towers all across Tamriel will have their beacons glow as well, so that the news reaches every part of the empire in a very short time.

<p class="MsoNormal">The guard blinked a tear away as he lit the beacon.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ashes to Ashes… Sleep now my King… For you have served your people well…” He murmured to himself as the blue flames started to spread over the brazier. After a few seconds, a large blue stream of light shot up in the sky. Making the humble guardsman stumble back a bit.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he shielded his eyes from the hauntingly beautiful blue light. He saw in the distance… Other beams of light although not as powerful, shoot up with almost equal fervour.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The bells of the temple tolled down below

<p class="MsoNormal">The reign of Mantius Mede I... has come to an end.