Velaryon Family/Veseryan/The Vasilif

Roleplay from Veseryan Velaryon

Road to Mimer - The Iron Citadel Where is he? Ludovic was going mad. Two days were spent uselessly here in Freke, just waiting for those pesky administrators and clerks to finally prepare everything for the change of the capital city of Astrum, and now that this was finally done, His Majesty was nowhere to be found. Everything was ready - the chariot awaited the arrival of the Vasilif, the knights that would follow the royal procession to Mimer were already mounted, and the supplies were already loaded into the wagons. Everyone and everything was there, ready to depart, besides the Vasilif. Usually this would not be a problem, but since there was a ceremony - coronation ceremony in his own honor - about to be held in Mimer four days from now, Ludovic hoped that they would start moving already. Vasilif's aide was an impatient man when it came to protocol - he wanted everything prepared in advance, and since he spent his entire life as a courtier in several different Courts, his experience was substantial and quite influential among the lesser servants. "Captain Aurada!" Ludovic barked at the leader of the mounted knights, knights from whom two of them were hired as Vasilif's private bodyguards. "Did your knights told you where His Majesty will be? We are very very late and the help in Mimer surely will not be able to make all the preparations on their own. I mean, he is a ruler now, and acting like this is very very irresponsible, and may I say, somewhat dastardly and..." "There he is." Aurada scoffed at the annoying blotter in front of him and pointed to the stairs that lead all the way down to the sea. The Vasilif emerged in company of two knights, wearing a heavy falconer's glove on his arm, upon which a large sea eagle stood triumphant. In days long gone, falconry with sea eagles was quite a common sport for rulers of Astrum. The sea eagles were large birds, quite a bit larger than the hawks, and they seemed to grow them quite large on the islands, particularly Libidizedd, which was the home for this beast that Vasilif now held on his arm. "I am coming, Ludovic. You need to learn how to grow patience, my friend." Veseryan smiled, took off the heavy falconer's glove and returned the beast to a cage. He looked back at the majestic sea eagle, and it looked back at him, cocked it's head to the side, and gave a soft screech. Soon, my friend. Soon you shall soar over the waves once again. Veseryan pondered as he approached the chariot. "Let us be on our way, Ludovic." He winked at his aide and climbed into the chariot. "Your Majesty..." Ludovic bowed, "as you command." With considerable grumbling Ludovic followed Veseryan into the chariot and closed the door. Several moments later the royal entourage began their journey to Mimer. The Iron Citadel of Astrum's new capital shrank in size as the group went on, now seeming very small to Veseryan as he peeked from his chariot window, yet still rather grim and sinister. It was a good place for a new capital of the Realm, an impenetrable ancient fortress, looking very hostile and difficult to approach. On to the Deep and then to the Well, let the Holy City sound off its bell, he recited. He suggested to Ludovic that perhaps one day that would make a fine tune, but the stressed-out aide firmly disagreed.

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Roleplay from Veseryan Velaryon

Road to Mimer - The Holy City As the golden sun rose above the lands of Mimer Peninsula in the 57th year of Dwilight, Veseryan could not help but admire the sight before him. Mimer, the heart of the Bloodstars, stood resplendent and majestic amidst the shining light of a sunny day. Its splendiferous towers looked as if they're reaching the clouds, its massive walls appeared impregnable and condescending, and the dozens of banners that were spread across the parapets fluttered in a mild breeze, invoking a feeling of grace and royalty. The harbors and ports of this great city beckoned the lonely mariners from the blue expanses they so often braved, and the abundance of long voyage trade ships defined this place as a major trading hub, a cultural melting pot of many different peoples and cultures. As the royal entourage slowly advanced across the cobbled road that lead from the Well, Veseryan reminded himself that this was the place where the Holy Prophet once lived in. This city represented the plume of stargazers' cultural and religious accomplishments. Within these walls the High Temple of the Stars rested, as well as the High Tower of the Magistratum which was still waiting for Magistratum meetings that will never be held. Deeper inside, in the Wards, the Duomo Auspicious and Basilica of the Maddening still thrived, offering haven and spiritual salvation to the believers of the city every day. As they passed through the city gates and through the spacious and comfortable city streets, Veseryan peeked from his chariot again. Mass of smallfolk and noble folk gathered to cheer the arrival of their Vasilif. The children of the Stars sang songs of the skies and heavens, occasionally throwing flowers in the wake of his chariot. He considered all these gestures quite unnecessary, although his aide Ludovic was quite pleased as he grinned all the way through. Then they passed near the Tower of the Magistratum, and Veseryan looked up, impressed by the artwork. There stood a monument to the Holy Prophet Mathurin Hossenfefer. A Grand Memorial built in his honor, that had three shrines each in the direction of three holy places of the stars - Darfix , Mimer, and Caiyun. In the center of the memorial was a giant black marble statue of the Prophet himself holding a sword in one hand and a cup in the other, looking over to the direction of the three Bloodstars. As the entourage finally reached their destination, Veseryan exited the chariot and made his way across the long stairway that lead to the Palace of the Prophet. He would use the quarters within the Palace to begin the preparations for his upcoming coronation, but only after saying a prayer in one of the garden shrines.

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