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Orelen Reaucher · Adventurer Joined: 17 Aug 2007 Posts: 90

Salted air stung his eyes, as Orelen stood staring out over the channel, looking to the beach that lay across the docks. A night of history was in the making as none of his family had ever lead the city they so selflessly served. His eyes clouded, watering, with thoughts in the back of his mind as he stared over the waters to the south of Britain. His hand reached for the flask in his vest pocket bringing it slowly to his lips. With close to his eyes, he drank slowly from the brew that gave close to the door in his mind. It was almost time, and he could not be haunted tonight. Slipping the flask back into its cradle he made way for Blackmarsh to meet the others.

Within the hour, they had arrived in East Britain. Cal and Gerard took station about the park setting a perimeter. Davaran was already sitting at once of the benches, chewing the mouth piece of his pipe, much to Orelen's surprise.

Taking his place beside Denzin at the fountain, he watched the young ladies of the settlement take their seats. Willow walked up slowly in her usual fashion, a lithe and attractive gait. She took her seat as Denzin turned to Orelen to speak.

"Well then... Shall we?" A smirk crossed his lips, as Orelen nodded in return. It was then a rustling in the bushes to the North East captured the attention of the gathering. A small child had tripped while trying to sneak about. Willow walked slowly over to collect their child from the ground, and set her properly on a bench beside her. It was then Denzin began the ceremony.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here to witness an monumental occasion. An event to make history. History for Britain, history for the life of this young man beside me, and history for the Empire Blackmarsh. With the work of this fine young man, Blackmarsh has extended its benevolent hand to the once failing city of Britain. For the first time in almost fifty years, the streets of great city are safe to walk freely. Every land will still carry its troubles, and its trouble-makers, but with the help of Blackmarsh, and the Britain born man at my side, Britain becomes safer by the day."

He paused now, turning to Orelen, the young detective mimicking his action and nodding slightly to Lord Bracken.

"With words as his weapons, wisdom as his guiding light, compassion and justice tempering his actions, Britain is safe in the hands of this man. The people have seen no less of the truth. Men and women this man has worked, toiled, and suffered along side have seen the boon that he may be to their city... his city. Orelen, on behalf of the people of Britain, and the Empire of Blackmarsh, I bestow upon you Governorship of Britain to a most trusted, and well deserving man." With that spoken, Denzin drew a saber lifting it high into the air.

"I present to you, the first Noble item of the Blackmarsh Empire. Your leadership will bring happiness and prosperity. Be true to the Empire." He lowered the weapon and turned the hilt to Orelen, whom took it in palm and saluted Denzin.

"Thank you Lord Bracken." He twisted the intricate saber in palm, the blade delicately etched to read his title, before his eyes looked up to meet the audience once more.

There was applause abound, as Cal and Gerard improvised, pounding their weapons against the shields at their chest. Davaran clapped three times in an unenthusiastic manner which almost forced Orelen to break his somber countenance with a grin. A little voice to his left, belong to his daughter Thoryne, proudly proclaimed "That's my daddy." At which time his somber expression was broken with smile.

"This night has been long in the making for my family, and this city. Since my grandfather served British in the Royal Guard, my family has selflessly aided Britain with hope of nothing in return from her people. On this night, I shall carry that tradition onward, forward into the future of a city with which I could not be more enamored. It is with honor I accept this duty, and privilege, to aid the people of Britain against whatever foes, fears, and injustice they may face. This duty, I shall uphold unto my dieing breath."

With that he proudly saluted his fellowship, and turned slowly to the waters in the center of the park, bowing to the city he would serve.

Davaran stood and shook his hand, offering him a gift in passing. With a nod, Orelen accepted and the procession made way back to Blackmarsh as Davaran departed.

Thoryne Reaucher · Visitor Joined: 10 Feb 2010 Posts: 17

The bush tickled her nose and she sneezed falling into a trip. She was not the quiet hunter her father was...yet. She peered around the bench as she saw the beeline her mother was on. It was directly for her. She had thought herself so crafty.

They were surprised her parents, that she had left the dark of her room, the comfort and safety of her house. Yet if there was one thing that Thoryne was true to, it was her parents. She was a pale redhead, with freckles running across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes a bright green granted from her mother. She smiled as her mother took the tot into hand and put her on the bench next to her.

Though Thoryne would not leave the house to explore like Iris, or play under the oak tree that grew near, she would leave the house for this. So she gathered up her reserve courage as Thoryne had an innate fear of trees and the outside world in general and she tagged along a safe distance from her mother. Yet not to far, for she loathed the idea of being lost out here.

It was a proud day for the little girl to see her father standing there like a statue makers dream, official and regal looking, as they made him Governor of Felucca Britain. She smiled smoothing a stray peice of red hair from her face bouncing a bit in her seat and swinging her legs.

So it burst from her tiny heart, overfilled with joy, her grubby hands clasped tight. Thats my Daddy! She wanted the world to know. They must surely be jealous that he was hers and mums.

It was in his naturally reactive smile, his acknowledgement of his young daughter, that every commitment in life Thoryne made was now devoted to being just like him. For she was proud with childish wonder. All these people believed in him.. and honored him. They looked important to, so surely this was the greatest day ever.

She thought in her mind, today is Daddy Day, I shall get all my stuffed animals and dolls together even the sick ones that need surgery. I shall give a great speech in his honor then they will march like a parade. All Hail The Bovernor!