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[fieldbox=Kieran Gareth Throauldr, purple, solid, 12, book antiqua]
The emperor had not expected complacency to be so easily instilled. Were all the other nobles so easily swayed? Show of military force or not, it was a tad troubling. These people seemed to have no patriotism, no pride in themselves. This could not be easily rectified, but the emperor knew how to swell the pride of his people. The pride of Vraenor was fairly infectious amongst those who were forcefully immigrated to the land, so perhaps it would be a similar case here.
But, for now, he would rebuild the city as he saw fit. It would be a jumping-off point for his military should he need to do so before the reclamation of Beo. For now, diplomacy was in his sights. Shaodor came first, and the sun-touched elf would likely provide him with the opportunity he needed, although perhaps not as a guest or a captive. But that would need to wait for a while.
For the time being, he whispered into the Spymaster's ear, giving her the order to prepare a room that they may begin sorting through the nobles. Kieran himself would join soon enough, he simply had to meet with the fortress' staff first, which only took half an hour as thing were made clear with the staff rather quickly, the headmaid and the steward were rather... amenable to their new situation, regardless of the way the previous management had vacated. They would be thoroughly vetted by the Lefthand's network soon enough, but for now the time being they would have to be given a shred of trust. With a pop in his neck, the emperor opened a door guarded by two of his elite soldiers, wherein he found the Hands sitting behind a large desk. It seemed that the old lord's study was their choice. Fiitingly enough, it seemed.
The wall behind the desk was a large window, beneath which was a small dresser-table flanked by bookcases on either side, which flowed to fill the left wall. The opposite was covered in maps with a chifferobe and a display cabinet beside it. Another small table stood beneath the maps, which offered great insight into the local landscape. The wall by the door was barren safe for a suit of armor to the left and a couch to the right, whereas the wooden floor was covered by a room-wide rug. The trio sat in upholstered chairs behind the desk as the emperor took the center seat, calling in the nobles and officials one at a time as they began their work.
In the end, a third of them remainded in their positions. A sixth were given honors, a sixth were executed for what turned out to be various crimes, including wrongfully convicting individuals into slavery for thousands of gold coins apiece. It sickened him. A quarter of those were stripped of their nobel rank and accolades, while the remainder retired and passed on their titles to their next-of-kin. There remained but one person left to deal with- the elf. The man had some ideas, but time was needed. This would take a great deal of work, but still, he had to begin.
As the hour of twilight began to shine behind them, the emperor gave the guards their instuctions. With the elf, their first true ventures into foreign diplomacy would begin.
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The emperor had not expected complacency to be so easily instilled. Were all the other nobles so easily swayed? Show of military force or not, it was a tad troubling. These people seemed to have no patriotism, no pride in themselves. This could not be easily rectified, but the emperor knew how to swell the pride of his people. The pride of Vraenor was fairly infectious amongst those who were forcefully immigrated to the land, so perhaps it would be a similar case here.
But, for now, he would rebuild the city as he saw fit. It would be a jumping-off point for his military should he need to do so before the reclamation of Beo. For now, diplomacy was in his sights. Shaodor came first, and the sun-touched elf would likely provide him with the opportunity he needed, although perhaps not as a guest or a captive. But that would need to wait for a while.
For the time being, he whispered into the Spymaster's ear, giving her the order to prepare a room that they may begin sorting through the nobles. Kieran himself would join soon enough, he simply had to meet with the fortress' staff first, which only took half an hour as thing were made clear with the staff rather quickly, the headmaid and the steward were rather... amenable to their new situation, regardless of the way the previous management had vacated. They would be thoroughly vetted by the Lefthand's network soon enough, but for now the time being they would have to be given a shred of trust. With a pop in his neck, the emperor opened a door guarded by two of his elite soldiers, wherein he found the Hands sitting behind a large desk. It seemed that the old lord's study was their choice. Fiitingly enough, it seemed.
The wall behind the desk was a large window, beneath which was a small dresser-table flanked by bookcases on either side, which flowed to fill the left wall. The opposite was covered in maps with a chifferobe and a display cabinet beside it. Another small table stood beneath the maps, which offered great insight into the local landscape. The wall by the door was barren safe for a suit of armor to the left and a couch to the right, whereas the wooden floor was covered by a room-wide rug. The trio sat in upholstered chairs behind the desk as the emperor took the center seat, calling in the nobles and officials one at a time as they began their work.
In the end, a third of them remainded in their positions. A sixth were given honors, a sixth were executed for what turned out to be various crimes, including wrongfully convicting individuals into slavery for thousands of gold coins apiece. It sickened him. A quarter of those were stripped of their nobel rank and accolades, while the remainder retired and passed on their titles to their next-of-kin. There remained but one person left to deal with- the elf. The man had some ideas, but time was needed. This would take a great deal of work, but still, he had to begin.
As the hour of twilight began to shine behind them, the emperor gave the guards their instuctions. With the elf, their first true ventures into foreign diplomacy would begin.
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Interactions: @Dipper @Starlighter
Mentios: @Kimberlyn
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