the Coronation of Ilissa and Ailghenan

The Coronation of Ailghenan and Ilissa

I sat in court wondering where I had been, what I had done, and why did it have to happen to me. I was going to see the end of my first King. Oh I knew that they only last for 6 months. That is what the warranty said. But oh how short that time had been.

I remember when they stepped up to fill the place left when their parents were cut down so untimely. Poison, so foul a way to go. Prince and Princess one moment and a King and Queen the Next. Oh how foul that they must assume the thrown under such horrible conditions. But yet again the warranty says good only for 6 months.

So many things had happened. A new Knight or two, a pelican I see, is that another one crying herald there to their left. They found another Baroness for us, soon well have the whole set. Oh and all the lords and ladies that they made. Their leadership helped us to defeat the vile northern upstarts. They gave honors when deserved, encouragement where needed, and instruction when required.

Oh how I hate to loose them, oh how I hate to see them go. King and Queen no more.

And now our Prince and Princess stand ready to fill the spaces left vacant when our King and Queen are gone. Deaths specter has reached forth to claim our Beloved King and Queen. What vile a thing, to be cut down by the Trimarinor. Must poison claim them as it so cruelly claimed their parents.

Our Prince takes command with not a Shout nor Cry. His very presents calming the Clamor of unease that his parents untimely demise has caused. Listen Closely, the drums draw close. Our Princess comes from the west, err make that the east, to stand beside Him. Now no longer Prince and Princess but Sultan, and Sultana. Their very presents reassures the crowd that Meridies is in safe hands.

The peers gather to swear fealty to our New Sultan and Sultana. First the Royal peers, then the Chivalry, Laurels, and Pelicans all come forth to proclaim that they are loyal. And then the populace comes forth to follow suit.

I fear now what must befall us. This vile insult unto the kingdom must not go unpunished. Our new Sultan proclaims that we must defeat the loathsome Trimarians. He calls forth the loyal Knights and Squires of Meridies. Instructs them to gather their forces and prepare for war. With his knowledge of our despicable southern foe, The Sultan calls for the Meridian Archers and Rapier Guard to support his forces in the field. From the Laurel he calls forth their arcane knowledge to devise other more artistic or scientific ways to defeat our treacherous foe.

Our dear Sultan knowing what this horrible war might cost his populace offers a most generous reward for winning the day. Each man and woman can win for themselves a bit of Trimaris. I confess a great wish to win some small bit of this for myself.

I wonder if even now the Trimaians can hear the Baying of the Hound as he prepares his subjects for war. I wonder if they fear the barking.

Listen you in the south to the howls that signal your demise.

Ah but the war is still in our future and now is a time for rejoicing. It's time to celebrate our New Sultan and Sultana Lords. I feel I must draw this account to a close as I wish to join them.

Long Live Ailghenan and Ilissa. May they rule forever or six months which ever comes first.