The Grim Reaper
TNPer
[In-Character][Open RP]From Nothing; A Dynasty - [OOC Thread Here]
In the past months, Rhuvanland has been in the process of a Grand Reconstruction. It has been slow, and silent.
There is yet much work to be done; still many milestones to be reached. None of us can claim to have overseen a Rhuvanland that has been restored to enter a sovereign community that, to this day, suffers instability and poverty of its own. Merely hours away, Pelhafor has seen war return to the shores of our shared landmass, and across the oceans, McMasterdonia and Cronaal remain stark reminders of what can happen in a single war.
We were the lucky ones. We have new hope, new blood, and a new spirit, forged by a war prosecuted against, not people, but an ideology of hate. Of dangerous racism. Of a multiplicity of cultures.
It is my hope that, as I take my place amongst the great sovereigns of history as a humble footnote, to write my own future as I record the past and present of Rhuvanland, you will join me in inaugurating a new era for Rhuvanland.
I intend to take a wife, with whom I have already courted a relationship, and invite the international community to attend the coronation not of a monarch, but of a state, and a dynasty.
Nothing can be born of nothing, and I am for the moment, nothing. But, at my coronation, I shall become Caesarion, scion of a new, Rhuvish dynasty. Our war shall end, and our Peace shall begin.
I cordially invite the sovereigns of the world, and their chosen guests, to attend my coronation and wedding, where I may become their peer, and end my nothing.
Many Nations; One State.
This is the Pact.
This is the Pact.
By order of His August Highness, the Princeps,
The Rhuvastine Office issues the following Statement.
The Rhuvastine Office issues the following Statement.
In the past months, Rhuvanland has been in the process of a Grand Reconstruction. It has been slow, and silent.
There is yet much work to be done; still many milestones to be reached. None of us can claim to have overseen a Rhuvanland that has been restored to enter a sovereign community that, to this day, suffers instability and poverty of its own. Merely hours away, Pelhafor has seen war return to the shores of our shared landmass, and across the oceans, McMasterdonia and Cronaal remain stark reminders of what can happen in a single war.
We were the lucky ones. We have new hope, new blood, and a new spirit, forged by a war prosecuted against, not people, but an ideology of hate. Of dangerous racism. Of a multiplicity of cultures.
It is my hope that, as I take my place amongst the great sovereigns of history as a humble footnote, to write my own future as I record the past and present of Rhuvanland, you will join me in inaugurating a new era for Rhuvanland.
I intend to take a wife, with whom I have already courted a relationship, and invite the international community to attend the coronation not of a monarch, but of a state, and a dynasty.
Nothing can be born of nothing, and I am for the moment, nothing. But, at my coronation, I shall become Caesarion, scion of a new, Rhuvish dynasty. Our war shall end, and our Peace shall begin.
I cordially invite the sovereigns of the world, and their chosen guests, to attend my coronation and wedding, where I may become their peer, and end my nothing.