Long Live Caesar Andolin (Chyril 25th Early ET)

[Grey Wolf]

How often the expression No expenses were spared has been used in the past and held but a grain of truth in it? This time it was certainly not the case, the streets decorated opulently, though with style, the money coming from the Imperial Treasury and if rumors were to be believed a mysterious noble who reached deeply into his purse. Marketplace stalls have been cleared out, moved to the side alleys and at the mouth of each a strangely crisp and immaculately attired City Guardsman stood, Imperial Banner fluttering from the tip of his or her spear.

Entertainment was abundant, every suitable spot either holding a small group of Bardic College students playing dance tunes, or acrobats, a theatre troupe performing a humorous act, or near the Temple of Pecunia a whole circus with the arena set up in the open, Temple yard temporarily housing the backstage where props and equipment rested until they were needed. Magician, albeit one of obviously limited talent, cast spells of illusion and trickery drawing gasps and cries of surprise from the gathered crowd.

Tables, creaking under the weight of piled up food and snacks were spaced out evenly along the street, servants standing ready to help those who happened to pass by to a healthy chunk of meat or a wooden plate filled with steaming thick vegetable stew. Others passed out sweets and cakes, the blocked up alleys serving as delivery paths for other servants to refill the tables and keep them laden with food constantly. Barrels of fine beer, and quite good wine were equally numerous, and all who wished received a well filled cup of the liquor. A few of the revelers were already quite well soaked in the alcohol, and the guard have had to remove a few, but those that did not cause too much trouble were left to sing and enjoy themselves slurring heavily, their tongue thick with inebriation.

Wreaths of fresh flowers adorned every facade, their fragrance enhanced by the minor magics of the Priestesses of Mother that had woven them all the day before, hanging upon every nook and cranny of the houses, Temples and Businesses of the temple Lane. They swayed even in the rhythm of the music coming from the bards, almost coming to life for this very special night.

All were eagerly awaiting the fireworks that would signal the end of the Coronation Ceremony, signaling that after a long months of wait the Citadel would have a new Caesar. His people knew little about Lord Andolin Azarin, but his ascension has been marked with the end of the war and that made him a good ruler. Time would tell if such impression would hold or if people would see another face of their new rules.