Nogori
TNP’s Greedy Capitalist
Emperor Alexander Severyn of Maloria sat in Bergum Palace. He had resided there for almost a century, from the times of his childhood during the late 1920s and early 1930s. Then to when his brother took the throne after his father’s death while he served as a leading officer and member of the upper echelons of society under Helmer’s regime. Finally, when he took the throne and overthrew the tyrant that ruled his nation for decades so that he could once more bring liberation to the populace at large that desired it.
For almost his whole life this palace had been his home and now it was time to let the next generation carry on the torch for he was far too old to do so anymore and his nation needed change. He sat in his office going over his speech, feeling almost a sense of irony. This was the place he gave his first broadcast as emperor and now…it would be his last. He kept reading over it feeling the smooth paper as right in front of him the camera was located with its crew maneuvering around his office making sure everything was being properly set up for the occasion and to make the sure the angle was perfect. The angle being the view from the Emperor’s office overlooking the rest of Bergum, showing the walls and the Saffier River with in the back the Keizerlijk Bergen (Imperial Mountains.)
He thought about his reign and then that of his own father’s and brother’s along with that of his nephew. He had by far been the better emperor than any of the rest of them but there was one concern he had. Marten. What kind of emperor would his great-grandson be? What kind of diplomat would he be? Lord knows if he was the same as he was at the ANU then Maloria would falter in its diplomatic rings. But what if…what if Marten would be a good emperor. All of it was too late now seeing as Alexander was at the end of his life and his two previous heirs were ill suited for the throne but he needed to be optimistic for the future.
Then he was snapped out of his daze as one of the cameramen came forward and notified him that it was almost time to start and so he went to sit down in his chair but before he did he got a glass of his finest wine and quickly downed it and then sat down. He readied himself one more time as they all took their positions in front of him behind the camera lenses. Then the man got his hand up in the air and started counting down 5, 4 , 3 , 2 , 1 and then he put his hand down and a light shined on the side of the camera indicating they were rolling. Thus Alexander began to speak in his very deep voice to nation.
“Good evening children of the nation and thank you for tuning in for this broadcast. For five decades I have served as the emperor of this great and mighty nation of ours and before that I served in our nation’s armed forces under the rule of Chancellor Gart Helmer. For almost my whole life I have served you, the Malorian people. No one more and no one less. Do I regret it? No, I do not. I have proudly and faithfully served you all in many different ways to the best of my ability but like all of our duties in life they must come to an end. You the populace have been through so much with me and I have been through so much with you but now…I am afraid our time together must come to an end. As you all know I am nearing one hundred years old of which if I might add I’ve been told I don’t look a day over seventy but despite my good lucks I am nearing the end of my life I believe and it is with all of my fiber of being that I think I have served you to the best of my abilities. However we all must know when the time has come to put our sword in our sheath and retire. That I’m afraid to tell is now for me. These years I have not given you my all and I fear that soon I may not be able to give you anything and before that happens I would like to let the torch carry onward for me. With that said I Alexander the Fourth of my Name, Emperor of Maloria and King of Severia hereby officially abdicate my throne to his royal highness King Marten the First of Kanada. God save Maloria and God save the Emperor. Thank you my former loyal subjects that is all I have to say” and then the light shuts off.
For almost his whole life this palace had been his home and now it was time to let the next generation carry on the torch for he was far too old to do so anymore and his nation needed change. He sat in his office going over his speech, feeling almost a sense of irony. This was the place he gave his first broadcast as emperor and now…it would be his last. He kept reading over it feeling the smooth paper as right in front of him the camera was located with its crew maneuvering around his office making sure everything was being properly set up for the occasion and to make the sure the angle was perfect. The angle being the view from the Emperor’s office overlooking the rest of Bergum, showing the walls and the Saffier River with in the back the Keizerlijk Bergen (Imperial Mountains.)
He thought about his reign and then that of his own father’s and brother’s along with that of his nephew. He had by far been the better emperor than any of the rest of them but there was one concern he had. Marten. What kind of emperor would his great-grandson be? What kind of diplomat would he be? Lord knows if he was the same as he was at the ANU then Maloria would falter in its diplomatic rings. But what if…what if Marten would be a good emperor. All of it was too late now seeing as Alexander was at the end of his life and his two previous heirs were ill suited for the throne but he needed to be optimistic for the future.
Then he was snapped out of his daze as one of the cameramen came forward and notified him that it was almost time to start and so he went to sit down in his chair but before he did he got a glass of his finest wine and quickly downed it and then sat down. He readied himself one more time as they all took their positions in front of him behind the camera lenses. Then the man got his hand up in the air and started counting down 5, 4 , 3 , 2 , 1 and then he put his hand down and a light shined on the side of the camera indicating they were rolling. Thus Alexander began to speak in his very deep voice to nation.
“Good evening children of the nation and thank you for tuning in for this broadcast. For five decades I have served as the emperor of this great and mighty nation of ours and before that I served in our nation’s armed forces under the rule of Chancellor Gart Helmer. For almost my whole life I have served you, the Malorian people. No one more and no one less. Do I regret it? No, I do not. I have proudly and faithfully served you all in many different ways to the best of my ability but like all of our duties in life they must come to an end. You the populace have been through so much with me and I have been through so much with you but now…I am afraid our time together must come to an end. As you all know I am nearing one hundred years old of which if I might add I’ve been told I don’t look a day over seventy but despite my good lucks I am nearing the end of my life I believe and it is with all of my fiber of being that I think I have served you to the best of my abilities. However we all must know when the time has come to put our sword in our sheath and retire. That I’m afraid to tell is now for me. These years I have not given you my all and I fear that soon I may not be able to give you anything and before that happens I would like to let the torch carry onward for me. With that said I Alexander the Fourth of my Name, Emperor of Maloria and King of Severia hereby officially abdicate my throne to his royal highness King Marten the First of Kanada. God save Maloria and God save the Emperor. Thank you my former loyal subjects that is all I have to say” and then the light shuts off.
