Samheen 13th
It had started with one or two simple arrests, in clear daylight. People brought in for questioning and allowed to leave fairly soon. Suddenly however, a flurry of arrests broke loose. Left and right people disappeared, in the middle of the night. Entire taverns were rounded up on a mere whim. The dungeons of the Citadel were overflowing with people.
It was whispered that the Purple Guard, now that their commander was out of town, was under the control of shadowy figures who trusted nobody. They were searching for any sign of collaboration with the darkness. Loyality to the light and all it stood for was what people were questioned about. And who didn't have a little skeleton in the closet when a question was asked so generally?
People started betraying their neighbors, their friends, just to get out of the clutches of the inquisitors. A bit of cooperation, spying on friends and family left and right, an occassional betrayal went a long way to keep you safe.
One by One they disappeared... [Samheen 13th]
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One by One they disappeared... [Samheen 13th]
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Samheen 15th
In the course of the day came the whispered word that the Ceasar was recovering from a strange illness. He was seen taking a short walk through the magnificent Palace Gardens during tradetide, even though he received no visitors.
Heralds at the Antechamber announced to the council that His Highness would start his normal routine again on Samheen 16th, receiving petitioners.
Word from the palace was that the Ceasar would announce his bethrotal at Samheen 16th on an official statedinner that was being hastily prepared by the Office of Protocol. In celebration a tournament on Samheen 17th would be held, honoring the gods with warriors showing their prowess on the battlefield.
While the statedinner was clearly only for nobles and merchants, who were just now receiving their invitations, it was the tournament that held the most promise for the population of the Citadel. The festival ground was in the Fields, and the first preperations were already starting, putting up tents and building the seating for all the spectators. Merchants rubbed their hands as they anticipated a long needed boost to their trade.
Of a certain high profiled Rose called Ahren, who had been working for the Office of Protocol nothing had been heard since the upheavel began, and people were reluctant to even gossip about him. The recent arrests among not just Roses but ordinary citizens as well had stirred fear in their hearts. The Rose Guild was temporarily closed now, and many Roses and Panlings tried to keep a low profile.
In the course of the day came the whispered word that the Ceasar was recovering from a strange illness. He was seen taking a short walk through the magnificent Palace Gardens during tradetide, even though he received no visitors.
Heralds at the Antechamber announced to the council that His Highness would start his normal routine again on Samheen 16th, receiving petitioners.
Word from the palace was that the Ceasar would announce his bethrotal at Samheen 16th on an official statedinner that was being hastily prepared by the Office of Protocol. In celebration a tournament on Samheen 17th would be held, honoring the gods with warriors showing their prowess on the battlefield.
While the statedinner was clearly only for nobles and merchants, who were just now receiving their invitations, it was the tournament that held the most promise for the population of the Citadel. The festival ground was in the Fields, and the first preperations were already starting, putting up tents and building the seating for all the spectators. Merchants rubbed their hands as they anticipated a long needed boost to their trade.
Of a certain high profiled Rose called Ahren, who had been working for the Office of Protocol nothing had been heard since the upheavel began, and people were reluctant to even gossip about him. The recent arrests among not just Roses but ordinary citizens as well had stirred fear in their hearts. The Rose Guild was temporarily closed now, and many Roses and Panlings tried to keep a low profile.
[i][b][color=orange][size=92]Smile and carry a big stick.[/color][/b][/i][/size]