Kimrisvik
King of Scandinavia
Spring had come to The Western Empire, and now the lightly frosted fields had been changed with small beds of flowers across the wide wilderness outside of the walls of Stonedale. There were a few light clouds on the skies, but not enough for the people to worry about rain. Inside the walls, people were doing their daily things like visiting the market, and chat with friendly faces.
Over by the northern wall, the slaves were working hard as usual. Ali, one of the slaves, was peeking over at the small marketplace close by. They had finally removed the corpse of his friend Khari, who they had hung for all of them to see. “You there! Get back to work!” One of the bosses yelled at him and slashed his whip. After the rebel during the winter, the number of bosses on each station had been increased.
Garret entered Theo’s room early in the morning. “Have you told father about the ritual?” He asked as he looked at his brother who was lying on the floor lifting some iron balls. “No!” Theo talked in-between his heavy breaths. “Was thinking on… doing it… today!” He stopped and got up on his feet. “You know. Thomas Franklin is arriving today, and father wants both of us to attend at a meeting. Discussing war stuff I hope.” He added as he laid the iron balls in one of the drawers. “Looking forward to it.” Garret laughed and gave Theo an arrogant look.
“Ah. General Franklin! A pleasure to see you at the capital again!” One of the guards by the main western gate said as he saw the general riding towards him. “Good day.” Thomas Franklin mumbled as he rode through the gates of Stonedale. He went straight over to the castle where King Renold stood waiting for him.
“Thomas! So good to see you again!” Renold said and gave his old friend a hug as he climbed off his horse.
“Renold! It’s been too long!” Thomas said with a large smile.
“About eight months I believe.” Renold answered. “How is things going in the west?”
“Our men are still attacked by the rebels. They seem to call themselves the Chosen.” Thomas laughed mockingly. “But we take more of their land by each day that passes. So nothing to worry about. But why don’t we take the chat in a more suited location.” He looked around at everyone watching them. “And I also want to meet your sons and wife again!” Both of them laughed.
“Right, let us walk inside! I have summoned my sons to the council room, that should be a fitting location for our chat.” Renold said, and they walked inside.
When they got inside the council room, Garret and Theo was both already present. Theo was tapping his fingers impatiently at the table, while Garret was looking at some old maps of The Western Empire that hung upon the wall.
“Hello boys!” Thomas said as he entered the room.
“Thomas!” Theo jumped up from his chair and paced over to the general and gave him a friendly hug. Garret turned around from the map with a smile.
“Both of you have grown a lot!” Thomas said and measured both of them closely. “Theo! You would become a great warrior!” He added with a laugh.
“Yes… About that.” Theo started and looked at Garret, then his father. “I was considering on taking the ritual.”
“The ritual!?” Renold yelled at him. “My son don’t need to take the ritual! You’re not going to be an Elite! You’re a noble!”
“Renold. Look at the boy.” Thomas said. “He sure as hell got what it takes. And he’s not going to become a king after all.” He said and smiled at Garret. “Let him do it.”
Renold looked at Thomas with a suspicious look. “Okay. Fine.” He mumbled. “Now let’s talk about the current situation with the slaves. I had to hang one of them again. A few weeks ago.” He started, and soon they were all discussing what to do.
After about an hour of discussing, a raven flew in trough the window and landed on the table in front of Renold. The king looked at the bird, who hopped around on the table. On its leg there was a letter. “Hmm…” Renold said and unwrapped the paper. He then cleared his throat.
"Honoured kings and queens of Tamriel.It is in these testing times, that the new dominates the old, it ascends as the pyres, devouring the old in it's wake.We are all, that pyre. From the ashes of the war, a new kingdom has risen. By the fires of industry, and the devotion to it's savior, it has grown too strong to remain a vassal of others. It has been unchained, and truth has been revealed to it's devoted men and women. And those men and women, have chosen their King.Under the ever-watching eye of our Lord, Hermaeus Mora, the Prince of knowledge, I declare the island of Solstheim, from now on known as the Silvermoon Isle, an independent kingdom of it's own, and with the power declared upon me by this, I ask for your acknowledgement to my claim.
I shall patiently await your answers, and return to my duties of king, duties you are all aware of, kings and queens of Tamriel.
Signed, Thirlin of House Hledhlen."
There was a short pause. “Theo. Garret. You’re dismissed.” He said, and the boys left the room. “Please have me excused while I answer this letter. After that, we have much to discuss.” He looked at Thomas before he fetched a quill and some paper.
“To Thirlin of Silvermoon Isle.
I, Emperor Renold Berg of the Western Empire, ruler of the west, acknowledge your presence. However, I rule my lands under no gods or deadras watch. I fear they have abandoned Hammerfell, and left it all for me to rule as I please.
I will however wish you good luck with your kingdom.
Renold Berg of The Western Empire.”
He sealed the letter with the royal seal and tied it back on the birds foot. “Off you go.”
Over by the northern wall, the slaves were working hard as usual. Ali, one of the slaves, was peeking over at the small marketplace close by. They had finally removed the corpse of his friend Khari, who they had hung for all of them to see. “You there! Get back to work!” One of the bosses yelled at him and slashed his whip. After the rebel during the winter, the number of bosses on each station had been increased.
Garret entered Theo’s room early in the morning. “Have you told father about the ritual?” He asked as he looked at his brother who was lying on the floor lifting some iron balls. “No!” Theo talked in-between his heavy breaths. “Was thinking on… doing it… today!” He stopped and got up on his feet. “You know. Thomas Franklin is arriving today, and father wants both of us to attend at a meeting. Discussing war stuff I hope.” He added as he laid the iron balls in one of the drawers. “Looking forward to it.” Garret laughed and gave Theo an arrogant look.
“Ah. General Franklin! A pleasure to see you at the capital again!” One of the guards by the main western gate said as he saw the general riding towards him. “Good day.” Thomas Franklin mumbled as he rode through the gates of Stonedale. He went straight over to the castle where King Renold stood waiting for him.
“Thomas! So good to see you again!” Renold said and gave his old friend a hug as he climbed off his horse.
“Renold! It’s been too long!” Thomas said with a large smile.
“About eight months I believe.” Renold answered. “How is things going in the west?”
“Our men are still attacked by the rebels. They seem to call themselves the Chosen.” Thomas laughed mockingly. “But we take more of their land by each day that passes. So nothing to worry about. But why don’t we take the chat in a more suited location.” He looked around at everyone watching them. “And I also want to meet your sons and wife again!” Both of them laughed.
“Right, let us walk inside! I have summoned my sons to the council room, that should be a fitting location for our chat.” Renold said, and they walked inside.
When they got inside the council room, Garret and Theo was both already present. Theo was tapping his fingers impatiently at the table, while Garret was looking at some old maps of The Western Empire that hung upon the wall.
“Hello boys!” Thomas said as he entered the room.
“Thomas!” Theo jumped up from his chair and paced over to the general and gave him a friendly hug. Garret turned around from the map with a smile.
“Both of you have grown a lot!” Thomas said and measured both of them closely. “Theo! You would become a great warrior!” He added with a laugh.
“Yes… About that.” Theo started and looked at Garret, then his father. “I was considering on taking the ritual.”
“The ritual!?” Renold yelled at him. “My son don’t need to take the ritual! You’re not going to be an Elite! You’re a noble!”
“Renold. Look at the boy.” Thomas said. “He sure as hell got what it takes. And he’s not going to become a king after all.” He said and smiled at Garret. “Let him do it.”
Renold looked at Thomas with a suspicious look. “Okay. Fine.” He mumbled. “Now let’s talk about the current situation with the slaves. I had to hang one of them again. A few weeks ago.” He started, and soon they were all discussing what to do.
After about an hour of discussing, a raven flew in trough the window and landed on the table in front of Renold. The king looked at the bird, who hopped around on the table. On its leg there was a letter. “Hmm…” Renold said and unwrapped the paper. He then cleared his throat.
"Honoured kings and queens of Tamriel.It is in these testing times, that the new dominates the old, it ascends as the pyres, devouring the old in it's wake.We are all, that pyre. From the ashes of the war, a new kingdom has risen. By the fires of industry, and the devotion to it's savior, it has grown too strong to remain a vassal of others. It has been unchained, and truth has been revealed to it's devoted men and women. And those men and women, have chosen their King.Under the ever-watching eye of our Lord, Hermaeus Mora, the Prince of knowledge, I declare the island of Solstheim, from now on known as the Silvermoon Isle, an independent kingdom of it's own, and with the power declared upon me by this, I ask for your acknowledgement to my claim.
I shall patiently await your answers, and return to my duties of king, duties you are all aware of, kings and queens of Tamriel.
Signed, Thirlin of House Hledhlen."
There was a short pause. “Theo. Garret. You’re dismissed.” He said, and the boys left the room. “Please have me excused while I answer this letter. After that, we have much to discuss.” He looked at Thomas before he fetched a quill and some paper.
“To Thirlin of Silvermoon Isle.
I, Emperor Renold Berg of the Western Empire, ruler of the west, acknowledge your presence. However, I rule my lands under no gods or deadras watch. I fear they have abandoned Hammerfell, and left it all for me to rule as I please.
I will however wish you good luck with your kingdom.
Renold Berg of The Western Empire.”
He sealed the letter with the royal seal and tied it back on the birds foot. “Off you go.”