08-20-2023, 10:47 PM
Carville, Capital of the Costenan Empire
1872
“This is very troubling,” mused King Jeremías. “Very troubling indeed. We shall have to send additional forces, lest we lose yet another colony to those troublesome Sanctarians like in Slokais.”
“I have already prepared more ships for deployment to Aredoa,” Admiral Nataniel Gaspar replied. “We can notify the colonial authorities that we will be assisting them with the maintenance of order in the colony.”
“Good,” nodded the King. “With the loss of San Fernando and the Slokais Islands, our interests in the Promethean Sea area are at grave risk. We cannot allow the Aredoan colony to fail. We must send as many people as is needed.”
“We will ensure it is done, Your Majesty,” General Artemio Dominguez bowed, as the assorted military commanders left the room.
The King exhaled in relief at being left alone and walked over to the window, looking out at the surrounding city. Carville had been a majestic, beautiful place for centuries. But with the Empire crumbling, it was becoming visible on the capital’s streets. There were more beggars, more homeless, more crime. It made the King depressed to see what was happening to the once-great Costenan Empire.
He had not been King when the colony in Slokais broke away. That had been his father, King Cristian II; and it had been a bad omen. Nothing had gone right since that time. Harvests kept failing, ships kept going missing, plagues kept spreading. It was as if God himself had decided to rain divine fury down on the Costenan Empire. What had they done to summon such ill-fortune? Jeremías did not know.
They would send additional forces to Aredoa to maintain order and obedience to the crown. These rebels could not be allowed to encourage others to abandon Costenan culture and beliefs in favour of whatever primitive ideas they were espousing. That would do nothing to calm God’s wrath, if that was indeed what was causing this. The Aredoan colonial authorities would either cooperate, or they would be replaced. The colony would NOT break away while he sat on the throne. This, King Jeremías vowed.
1872
“This is very troubling,” mused King Jeremías. “Very troubling indeed. We shall have to send additional forces, lest we lose yet another colony to those troublesome Sanctarians like in Slokais.”
“I have already prepared more ships for deployment to Aredoa,” Admiral Nataniel Gaspar replied. “We can notify the colonial authorities that we will be assisting them with the maintenance of order in the colony.”
“Good,” nodded the King. “With the loss of San Fernando and the Slokais Islands, our interests in the Promethean Sea area are at grave risk. We cannot allow the Aredoan colony to fail. We must send as many people as is needed.”
“We will ensure it is done, Your Majesty,” General Artemio Dominguez bowed, as the assorted military commanders left the room.
The King exhaled in relief at being left alone and walked over to the window, looking out at the surrounding city. Carville had been a majestic, beautiful place for centuries. But with the Empire crumbling, it was becoming visible on the capital’s streets. There were more beggars, more homeless, more crime. It made the King depressed to see what was happening to the once-great Costenan Empire.
He had not been King when the colony in Slokais broke away. That had been his father, King Cristian II; and it had been a bad omen. Nothing had gone right since that time. Harvests kept failing, ships kept going missing, plagues kept spreading. It was as if God himself had decided to rain divine fury down on the Costenan Empire. What had they done to summon such ill-fortune? Jeremías did not know.
They would send additional forces to Aredoa to maintain order and obedience to the crown. These rebels could not be allowed to encourage others to abandon Costenan culture and beliefs in favour of whatever primitive ideas they were espousing. That would do nothing to calm God’s wrath, if that was indeed what was causing this. The Aredoan colonial authorities would either cooperate, or they would be replaced. The colony would NOT break away while he sat on the throne. This, King Jeremías vowed.
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