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fluffiest_archadian) wrote2014-11-16 10:39 pm
fluffiest_archadian) wrote2014-11-16 10:39 pm
[OOM] Riots and Wedding Preparation.
For three weeks, there are riots every night.
The people of Rabanastre are angry. The Gran Kiltias' death has sent shockwaves through all of Ivalice, and people are angry everywhere. News from Archades talks of rioting even there, amongst the people of Old Town - but that is stifled within a few days. Law and order always prevails in the heart of the Empire.
Rabanastre is different. It is an occupied city, and that has always caused trouble. Now its occupiers are the murderers of a religious leader, the people who burned a holy site of worship and slaughtered its pilgrims, and the architects of an influx of refugees that leave food and water in increasingly dwindling supply.
Beor meets the rioters with violence. The gaols of the City Guard are soon crowded with angry, bloody men and women. They cannot take any more. Consul Amondsham orders the ringleaders to be taken to Nalbina Fortress, to the makeshift prison there.
Nobody leaves the prison at Nalbina Fortress. There are not even guards there. It is sealed with magic that only a Judge can break - Sherral is amongst the three captains (Beor and Vanna being the other two) who assist Major Ronick with breaking the seals long enough to usher the new prisoners inside.
The riots die down eventually. Rabanastre loses its stomach for bloodshed.
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"I am to be wed," Consul Amondsham informs the captains shortly after the rioting has died.
For once, Sherral feels that Beor - squinting and looking rather confused by the whole thing - might be sharing his exact feelings.
"Your Excellency," Beor says slowly. "My gaols still teem with rioters. Nalbina is nearly at capacity. It has yet been days since the rioting ceased and the embers are not yet cool. I'm not certain that a - wedding is appropriate right now. The security risk alone ..."
"Nevertheless, it is to go ahead. Two weeks hence, Lady Liana Telane, daughter of Count Lianon Telane, shall be being wed at the royal palace."
Everyone in the room is rapidly figuring out what's going on here. Each consul of Rabanastre before Amondsham has seen their tenure end in disgrace (or a near and bloody miss in Vayne's case). Now there is political unrest in Archades, riots in Rabanastre and a war looming on the horizon, and a marriage to the daughter of a wealthy family would shore up his political power.
"My betrothed shall be arriving three days hence," Amondsham says. "Men of the East and North Divisions will be used to bolster the Palace Guard and the Dock Guard. I shall have Major Ronick circulate an itinerary of events to you all."
This is going to be painful, Sherral knows.
"Captain Maduin has been nominated as my best man."
It is fortunate that Sherral isn't drinking when that sentence is uttered.
"... Your Excellency?"
"It is traditional, I believe, to have a swordsman of excellence be one's best man?"
Sherral stammers for a moment. "I, um. Major Ronick's skill with a sword is yet unsurpassed within the garriso - ..."
"Alas, I fear my duties as garrison commander leave me with almost no time," Ronick says a little too quickly. "That was why I suggested you, Captain Maduin."
"... And," Sherral says, falteringly. "I cannot imagine I would do honour to your wedding proceedings, Your Excellency. I fear I am still a Northerner to the bone and I have adapted, um, shamefully poorly to the ways of an Archadian gentleman. Beor is from noble sto - ..."
"I cannot have my attention divided so soon after a crisis," Beor says. "And I think Captain Maduin does himself too little credit. He is charmingly provincial."
"It is settled, then," Amondsham says.
The people of Rabanastre are angry. The Gran Kiltias' death has sent shockwaves through all of Ivalice, and people are angry everywhere. News from Archades talks of rioting even there, amongst the people of Old Town - but that is stifled within a few days. Law and order always prevails in the heart of the Empire.
Rabanastre is different. It is an occupied city, and that has always caused trouble. Now its occupiers are the murderers of a religious leader, the people who burned a holy site of worship and slaughtered its pilgrims, and the architects of an influx of refugees that leave food and water in increasingly dwindling supply.
Beor meets the rioters with violence. The gaols of the City Guard are soon crowded with angry, bloody men and women. They cannot take any more. Consul Amondsham orders the ringleaders to be taken to Nalbina Fortress, to the makeshift prison there.
Nobody leaves the prison at Nalbina Fortress. There are not even guards there. It is sealed with magic that only a Judge can break - Sherral is amongst the three captains (Beor and Vanna being the other two) who assist Major Ronick with breaking the seals long enough to usher the new prisoners inside.
The riots die down eventually. Rabanastre loses its stomach for bloodshed.
"I am to be wed," Consul Amondsham informs the captains shortly after the rioting has died.
For once, Sherral feels that Beor - squinting and looking rather confused by the whole thing - might be sharing his exact feelings.
"Your Excellency," Beor says slowly. "My gaols still teem with rioters. Nalbina is nearly at capacity. It has yet been days since the rioting ceased and the embers are not yet cool. I'm not certain that a - wedding is appropriate right now. The security risk alone ..."
"Nevertheless, it is to go ahead. Two weeks hence, Lady Liana Telane, daughter of Count Lianon Telane, shall be being wed at the royal palace."
Everyone in the room is rapidly figuring out what's going on here. Each consul of Rabanastre before Amondsham has seen their tenure end in disgrace (or a near and bloody miss in Vayne's case). Now there is political unrest in Archades, riots in Rabanastre and a war looming on the horizon, and a marriage to the daughter of a wealthy family would shore up his political power.
"My betrothed shall be arriving three days hence," Amondsham says. "Men of the East and North Divisions will be used to bolster the Palace Guard and the Dock Guard. I shall have Major Ronick circulate an itinerary of events to you all."
This is going to be painful, Sherral knows.
"Captain Maduin has been nominated as my best man."
It is fortunate that Sherral isn't drinking when that sentence is uttered.
"... Your Excellency?"
"It is traditional, I believe, to have a swordsman of excellence be one's best man?"
Sherral stammers for a moment. "I, um. Major Ronick's skill with a sword is yet unsurpassed within the garriso - ..."
"Alas, I fear my duties as garrison commander leave me with almost no time," Ronick says a little too quickly. "That was why I suggested you, Captain Maduin."
"... And," Sherral says, falteringly. "I cannot imagine I would do honour to your wedding proceedings, Your Excellency. I fear I am still a Northerner to the bone and I have adapted, um, shamefully poorly to the ways of an Archadian gentleman. Beor is from noble sto - ..."
"I cannot have my attention divided so soon after a crisis," Beor says. "And I think Captain Maduin does himself too little credit. He is charmingly provincial."
"It is settled, then," Amondsham says.