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| Whal | Jun 6 2014, 11:08 AM Post #76 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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OOC: Margrave, I could be persuaded to allow Adrian as one of the judges, yet I was secretly hoping this would be a trial by combat (recently legalized) and Adrian would fight for the Crown/himself. As a judge however, he will have to be balanced by neutral parties and Karl II will try to control him. If you wouldn't mind, could you PM me your idea for an end to this trial? IC: Karl II was reviewing the first reports surrounding the royal wedding in Prague when Adrian burst into his private chamber. Surprised, irritated, and rather overworked, the Archduke nonetheless put on his most disarming smile as Adrian began speaking. Once it had become apparent that Adrian was demanding a seat as the sole judge for the impending trial, Karl's smile quickly dissipated and became a frown. Silly silly boy, Karl thought to himself as Adrian barked and commanded. Adrian was clearly unaware that such a trial would not and could not be judged by a single man - especially one that so openly had a bias, no doubt. The Archduke had tried to be patient with young Adrian ever since the inception of their alliance - offering him all the courtesies of an equal partner-, yet time and time again Adrian had tested his patience to its zenith. Normally jovial, even when chastising, Karl's attitude had changed quite drastically now. Adrian had to be put in his place. "Are you insane?" Karl replied slowly, yet sternly. Adrian opened his mouth to speak, but Karl shot back immediately. "You will be quiet when I am speaking, or you will be thrown from the highest floor of this building." Adrian growled and his eyes hissed intense anger, but he obeyed. "You are married to my daughter and now have become my family, but you are not the family. Therefore, I must treat you with all the respect that entails, but I will NOT allow you to make a mockery of all we have accomplished by tainting it with your petty blind vendetta." "The man tried to kill Eleanor, she's-," Adrian blurted out. "So help me God, I will have you drawn and quartered, Adrian!" Karl bellowed, his calm demeanor now shattered. The two men remained silent for a few moments before Karl resumed speaking. "You will not head this trial. I will hear no argument about this, as I cannot even be sure you haven't tampered with it in the first place. Furthermore, the trial won't be headed by a single man at all, but by a panel of judges. If I am certain of anything, it is that you should not be one of them" ________________________________________ Baron Wagner swallowed hard at Cesca's remark. Duke von Pless starred hard at the Porcuian with fiery eyes, but internally held some reservations. The Austrians had grown rather adept at war over the years, but the Porcuians possessed two resources the Austrians simply did not: a true will of the people and a monstrous defense budget. These would be among the first concerns von Pless would present to the Archduke upon his return to Vienna. Duke von Pless nodded before he turned to the door- his best attempt at civility as the meeting ended. By contrast, Baron Wagner rose from his seat and bowed respectfully in a gesture of customary diplomatic conduct, but one which garnered a disapproving look from his superior. Immediately after, both men exited the room and began the peculiar but necessary search for a way home. After a few hours of searching through the outskirts of Urgo, the pair eventually located an individual who could assist them. Unknown to the Porcuians (hopefully), the Austrian RSD had successfully converted a small number of former Abwehr agents within the Republic to conduct minor acts of espionage and covert activity. It was a small percentage no doubt, yet it was precisely the assistance the two men needed. Disguised as a "Porcuian", the man managed to sneak the Austrian diplomats through standard public transportation with nothing more than a few strange glances. Before long, the three men had arrived at Capua (the closest metropolitan center) and procured a small helicopter with which to return home. Landing somewhere in Cologne, the men were able to find their way to Vienna through friendly local channels. Edited by Whal, Jun 8 2014, 10:22 AM.
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| Margrave | Jun 10 2014, 09:40 PM Post #77 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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Adrian glared at Karl intently. He didn't know what to make of this supposed friend and ally suddenly betraying the very man who put him on the throne. It was as if his own father had stabbed in him in the back and twisted the knife. Finally, after an extended silence, Adrian said: "If I cannot decide his fate, let Germany! You promised me if I gave you this country you would join in my ambitions for Great Germany. Write a treaty creating a pan-German court and tribunal, and let that be the first step." "Never forget, Kaiser Karl," Adrian said flippantly "who it was that gave you that title. I'd say I'd take a bullet for you, but I already have once." With that, Adrian left the room, hoping the message got through. OOC: NH, will the Amish Children be parlay to the trial? |
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| Whal | Jun 12 2014, 10:21 AM Post #78 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Karl scowled as Adrian left. While it would be wrong to say Karl was unappreciative of Adrian's assistance, it would be more incorrect to assume it was entirely necessary. The Archduke still held the belief that the assistance from Berlin was made as a gesture of solidarity, rather than a response to a desperate friend in need - Karl's thousands strong supporters would have corroborated that fact, no doubt. Still, Karl was saddened that his temper escaped him just then and he had been forced to "crack the whip." The Archduke rarely acted without cause. Adrian was family in a sense now, and therefore was someone to be defended; however, Karl had to make it clear that he would be running the show. With Adrian at the helm, the trial would surely have been viewed as illegitimate by the international community, and Karl was not willing to go to war over Atratinus. The suggestion of a Pan-Germanic tribunal to preside over the trial was an interesting thought. It would provide Austria with the necessary theatre to make in-rows with her other Germanic neighbors, whilst also emphasizing solidarity among the still divided Greater Germanic realm. To Adrian's credit, his short temper did not always lead to unfavorable ideas. "Steward!" The Archduke cried. A young man perked his head up in response. "Get me a pen and several blank letters!" The steward quickly gathered materials and placed them on the Archduke's desk. Within the next few days, messages from the Archduke's desk would travel everywhere from Riga to Cologne. The most important trial to hit Europe since the spectacle with John David was quickly approaching. Karl was determined to not be viewed among the likes of Pope Castillo.
OOC: I'm not quite sure what to put on a treaty for this trial, so any help would be very much appreciated. |
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| Kasnyia | Jun 12 2014, 09:16 PM Post #79 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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OOC- I need to get back to Kasnyian politics at some point. I never DID choose the regent for the new Emperor.... |
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| Whal | Jul 8 2014, 01:53 PM Post #80 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Vienna.. Klaus Maximillian Wallner walked briskly through the elaborately decorated hallway. Passing several suits of armor, some of which must have been centuries old, the now extremely rich C.E.O of Chemostadt-AMAG began questioning how exactly his world was changing now that the Archduke had seized power. As a late, yet integral member of the Archduke's inner circle, Wallner (or rather Herman Hunderschorn, as he was known to practically everyone) had presented the Archduke with the opportunity to paralyze the opposition's support system among the business world. Without the monetary and public support from Austria's largest manufacturing conglomerate, Schlesinger's government was just weak enough for all the other dominoes in the Archduke's plan to fall into place. Outside of the obvious, seizing AMAG from Schlesinger had given Wallner the financial boost (as well as a heavy insult to the Chancellor) he desperately craved and needed to secure real power - to control the world of synthetic manufacturing. No matter the gains, however, the borrowing of the Archduke's personal funds to secure the deal with AMAG had placed Wallner squarely in the crown's debt, figuratively and literally. Wallner's trip to the Hofburg today was, in effect, just a routine duty he performed "in service" to his sovereign. Arriving finally at a large elaborate door, Wallner nodded to the guards stationed outside and entered. Sitting opposite from him rested the Archduke. Karl II stirred from reviewing his maps and documents and smiled widely. He never tired from subtly reminding Wallner that for all his riches he was still a glorified servant. "You're late," the Archduke chuckled silently, raising from his chair. "Running the underground to your new empire takes time, Your Majesty," Wallner replied, a slight annoyance inherent in his tone. "And quite a bit of money, id imagine. Thankfully, you're squared away in that department aren't you Klaus?" Karl replied flippantly and with a wry smile. Wallner smiled falsely, "Your Majesty is very generous." "Yes, I rather can be to those who serve me faithfully and honorably," Karl responded matter-of-factly, "Tell me, can I still count on my old friend?" "For anything, Your Majesty. I am forever in Your Majesty's debt," Wallner said flatly. Truthfully, he never had to try hard to prove his commitment. Wallner was an excellent servant; moreover, he always completed his tasks no matter their caliber. Karl sighed slightly in relief and turned back towards his large desk. After riffling through some letters, presumably foreign correspondence, the Archduke settled on a piece of parchment stamped unequivocally with the Holy Seal of Cologne. "I have grand ambitions, Klaus, as I'm sure you are aware. So grand in fact, that there are many who seek to subvert them in the pursuit of their own agendas. Some of these individuals are more....capable than the others. It is this capability which gives me cause for concern, for in some cases it eclipses the capability of those under my service. Some, but not all," Karl said turning and focusing on Wallner. "You would like me to make some of these individuals disappear, Your Majesty?" Wallner said confused. "Is this not a task more appropriate for Von Pless or, dare I say, Von Pommern even?" Karl smiled again, this time a condescending one aimed at Wallner's naivety. "Perhaps I was wrong on awarding merit to your capability, Klaus. No, I do not wish you to make anyone disappear. What I require is slightly more difficult, even for you. Tell me, what do you know of Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus? You two have a semblance of a past, do you not?" Wallner's eyes perked at the mention of Atratinus. Suddenly he was very perceptive of the Archduke's words. "I have long wished to approach you about this matter with Mr. Atratinus, Your Majesty. The man is a snake and always has been. We have had our run ins in the past and it was he, I believe, who rekindled Schlesinger's flame to see me suffer for our past. Had we not acted more quickly, I fear he would had succeeded in his endeavor. I want him to perish, your Majesty." "I imagine the both of us would benefit from such an end," Karl replied, "However, as Adrian and many before him have failed to see, the man is elusive as he is resilient. In order to remove this thorn in our side we must do so quietly, honorably, and correctly." "Through the trial then? You shall have me testify against the man or sit upon the panel?" Wallner replied, searching for his role in Atratinus' downfall. Karl shook his head, "Hardly. What I require of you is again much simpler, however do not mistake its simplicity for lack of importance. What I need from you is a name." "A name, Your Majesty?" Wallner said bewildered. "Indeed," Karl replied, "I have heard many rumors of Herr Atratinus, read many documents of his past. There is a man here in Austria who knows something about our dear friend Atratinus that could ruin him. A remnant of the ex-president's not too distant past who could be bought. I intend to find him and convert him to our cause. Do you know of whom I speak?" Wallner's confusion quickly dissipated into a dangerous smile. He leaned in close. "I may know of whom you speak.." ---- Kaufstraum Castle, Carinthia.. Recent days had not been kind to Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus. Since his incident with the Margrave, the recovering ex-president's luck had gone from bad too worse. Adrian had not taken the "corruption" of his bride by Atratinus' words lightly and had spun their altercation in his favor quite effectively. Claiming his blow to the man's face was in self-defense, Adrian had labeled Atratinus a danger to his captors and he was summarily transferred out of the plush of the Hofburg to a place much more sinister. Kaufstraum Castle was an imposing sight. Built atop a high perch in the 14th century by a wealthy and sadistic imperial Prince-Bishop, the castle was home to both a lavish chapel and the darkest of medieval dungeons. Since the Archduke's rise, the castle had been converted to a maximum security prison for the empire's prisoners who found themselves unlucky enough to be too valuable for a common Stalag, but dangerous enough to need "special" housing. Kaufstraum was such a place for said treatment. Since his arrival, Atratinus had been beaten by prison guards, fellow inmates, and even a rusty staircase which had given way as the tired Porcuian stepped upon it. Very quickly, the few days he had spent in the castle felt more like years. In his cell, a weary Atratinus slowly and carefully bandaged that day's fresh wound. As he toiled, an audible screech was heard as the door to his sell opened nosily and abruptly. "Visitor!" An unsympathetic guard bellowed. Atratinus strained his eyes to see his guest, but the lighting from the hallway was so bright in his dark room that the man before him appeared as a black shade rather than any familiar face. "Leave us," the shadow ordered to the prison guard, who reluctantly obeyed. "You look terrible, Herr Atratinus," the shadow spoke once again, its tone light. Atratinus scratched his head and corrected his glasses, but could not make out the voice's owner despite the fact it sounded familiar. Friendly. "I'm sorry to disappoint," Atratinus replied cheekily, "Do I know you, sir?" "I should hope so," The man said quietly, "After all we've accomplished I would not have assumed you'd forget a familiar face." The man stepped outside of the shadows and into the light where his identity was finally identified. OOC: This can be any of those characters you wanted to revive from past RPs, Porcu. I thought I'd set the manner for their return, but you can take this any way you want. The man could be working for the Archduke, a double agent, or practically anything you want. On a related note, the trial will be commencing shortly. Just need some loose ends tied up first. Edited by Whal, Jul 8 2014, 01:54 PM.
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| Rhadamanthus | Jul 8 2014, 02:36 PM Post #81 |
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OOC: I have to apologize that I haven't responded on behalf of the Baltic Germans. Work has had me very busy lately. I will reply to this thread over the weekend if that is still ok. |
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| Whal | Jul 11 2014, 06:26 PM Post #82 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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OOC: That's all good, RD. No rush, reply whenever you're able :D . |
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| Porcu | Jul 19 2014, 10:12 AM Post #83 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Kaufstraum Castle, Carinthia, Austria "You are correct in that assumption." Atratinus replied slowly as the shadowy figure revealed itself. "I am surprised. I thought your self-imposed exile was fitting." The former President of the Republic of Porcu had absorbed everything that the guards, other prisoners, and even the wretched castle itself had thrown at him in his short stay at the Kaufstraum. From the physical abuse provided across all ranks of the prison guard hierarchy to the sexually coercive threats from the other inmates during times of sanctioned socialization, Atratinus had done his best to do what he had always been able to do - become what could not itself be readily seen, yet capable seeing. His environment, his general situation, did not lend itself to passive observation. He had wondered himself on a number of occasions what it must be like to struggle physically before withdrawing to the mind, where a new resistance was mustered, all the while the physical was overwhelmed. "We were not as well organized as I had thought." the previously unknown figure replied. "We both share that misfortune." Atratinus said. "Yes; one of the few times I gather that you've ever miscalculated. I see, however, that the list is beginning to grow." Atratinus turned and sat down on the small wooden plank that served as his bed, the mattress having been taken away the previous evening. The mysterious gentleman edged further into the dark prison cell and sharply drew in his breath at the sudden odor that emanated from a dirty toilet located in the far corner of the cell. Atratinus, who by now had become accustomed to the smell of his own feces, which went uncleaned by the purposefully callous prison guards, settled down and laid out flat. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Atratinus asked. Albert von Boul-Dier sharpened his posture and gazed at Atratinus with a determined, yet melancholic look. "I will be testifying against you in the upcoming trial." Atratinus shifted only his head and looked back at the aristocratic Von Boul-Dier with an expression the Austrian couldn't immediately surmise. "I've come here as a courtesy and I..." "Spare me." Atratinus replied. "Very well." Von Boul-Dier replied as his eyes dropped to the damp stone floor of the prison cell. The dark haired and strong jawed Austrian turned to exit the cell when a voice behind him called out. "Do you believe it?" "That you plotted to have the Margrave assassinated?" A slight, but important pause. "Yes." Atratinus sat up suddenly and swung his legs off the wooden bed. He remained seated and addressed the Austrian. "I think I know why you've crawled out from the woodwork, but please indulge me - I'd like to hear it from you." Atratinus said with the tone of voice that had chilled all who had heard it. Von Boul-Dier merely stared back at the suddenly imposing figure before him. Their previous meeting - some years ago - had been short, precise, and calculated. Moreover, it was the only meeting they had up until now. His throat was unexpectedly dry and the air was oppressive. The Austrian remembered having a similar feeling, visceral and overwhelming, when he first met Atratinus. Then, however, he was the one in command. He had power. Now I control the situation. If he ruins this opportunity for me as well... "Like you, I am a patriot. My love for Austria knows just as few limits as your love for the Republic." Von Boul-Dier began. "While I had the opportunity to free Austria from the grips of Berlin and the Holy Roman Empire, I did not count on critical and necessary support to be withheld just when it was needed most in the struggle for independence." Atratinus sat unflinchingly. "I couldn't reason my way around it for some time, but in the end it didn't matter to me. Austria was again held in bondage." "The fault rests squarely on you and the other members of the Austrian leadership at the time." Atratinus replied flatly. "No!" the yell reverberated around the cell and the neighboring hallway. "You sabotaged our efforts! Withheld supplies!" "I did no such thing." "You pretended to want a strong, independent Austria capable of standing on her own and I am furious with myself for not seeing past your deceitful mist." "Again, that is simply not true." Atratinus said while shaking his head. He dropped his head momentarily before looking back up at Von Boul-Dier and fixing his glasses. "A strong Austria friendly to both the Republic and Marslava would have secured Central Europe against possible encroachment from the now defunct confederacy of the Moffs and acted as a rock of stability after the foreseeable collapse of the Holy Roman Empire." "So then you admit that you watched our losing struggle with folded arms?" Von Boul-Dier shot back, clearly become more angry as the argument continued. "I did what I could and I took a calculated risk in helping you in the first place. Once the revolution had started I couldn't continue to involve myself." "Say what you will, but now that Austria is finally free and becoming stronger with each passing day, I will not stand by and watch while you, again, work to unravel the progress that's been made." "What progress?" Atratinus replied with a sharp tone. "The Archduke has gambled the future of Austria with his own perverse actions. Austria may be growing stronger, but her position is tenuous...Surely, you cannot be blind to that!" "I do not agree completely with the actions the Archduke has taken, but he will prove to be a great sovereign. At least he will not abandon Austria." Atratinus sighed and slowly stood. "He is not great, but he is shrewd." The Porcuian took a couple of steps in the direction of the Austrian Count before a heavy voice yelled at him from behind the cell's door - Atratinus was not to get too close. "Shrewd enough to put you behind bars for the rest of your life." Von Boul-Dier said. Atratinus turned and looked straight at the Austrian - his pale grey eyes seizing the young aristocrat. A low, menacing laugh began to boil. "Oh, putting me behind bars won't get rid of me." Atratinus replied, his laughs rolling on like the deep grumbling of thunder before an approaching storm. The Porcuian began to circle the Count, stopping when he was completely hidden in the darkness that split the cell in two. Von Boul-Dier followed with his eyes as Atratinus took refuge in the darkness. As the former president remained hidden and his laughs subsided, Von Boul-Dier's heart rate began to quicken. Despite having grown accustomed to the lack of lighting his eyes suddenly lost their bearing - they struggled to find any shape within the darkness opposite them. "Do you think he will let me live?" The hairs on the back of the Austrian's neck began to rise. That terrible voice! Von Boul-Dier tried to respond, but only managed to open his mouth. "How do you think he will do it? Quietly and discretely or openly and with celebration?" Atratinus shifted in the darkness and resumed his circling. The large rags given to the Porcuian for clothing now gave him wicked aura. Atratinus stopped. Von Boul-Dier held his breath. A step forward. A step backward. A step forward. A step backward. Von Boul-Dier was able to distinguish the sound of the guard's voice, but he heard it only as a low, incomprehensible moan. His beating heart is what filled his ears, and Atratinus' voice. "I do hope he at least gives me the courtesy of doing it himself." He saw them then in his periphery, those pearly and menacing canines. Von Boul-Dier fought to turn his gaze away, but Atratinus' eyes did not release his. As a sharp chill came over him he again heard a low, elongated moan, but saw and felt only the terror emanating from the thing before him. He wanted to move so badly, he wanted to run, to escape! His mind screamed with a panic he did not know possible. His struggle was made all the more demoralizing by its futility in the face of a hitherto unknown evil. As the frightening and monstrous face came painfully close Von Boul-Dier's heart was about ready to give when he suddenly sprang away, launching himself from the horror of Atratinus. Despite freeing himself momentarily, the Austrian watched with abject terror as the monster moved forward again. In a last effort to defend himself, Von Boul-Dier raised his arm from his inclined position. The monster was over him again, his eyes paralyzing and cold, and reached out, grabbing his hand. The pain was immense - neither like the burn of a flame, nor like the searing cold of ice. Von Boul-Dier screamed with what energy he had left before a veil passed over his eyes. Von Boul-Dier abruptly awoke to the immensely unpleasant smell of shit. The Count was immediately confused. He saw that he was still inside Atratinus' prison cell and could see opposite him Atratinus' limp body being dragged up upon the small wooden board that constituted his bed. Von Boul-Dier looked down and noted the small puddle of blood and the trail that led to Atratinus. A guard was immediately at the Austrian's side. "Are you alright, My Lord?" "Yes." Von Boul-Dier shot back. He felt, and was, completely fine, but still confused. He wanted to confirm what he had seen with the guards, but decided against it. "What happened?" "My Lord, the prisoner failed to follow my orders to keep his distance from you. I warned him multiple times, but he kept moving towards you as you tried to move away." The smell of shit was unbearable now. When Von Boul-Dier asked why it was suddenly so strong he received a shy look. "Uh...My Lord?..." the guard replied while pointing to the Count's left arm. Von Boul-Dier blushed with embarrassment when he noted that both his left hand and forearm were caked in feces. "I will require the use of the showers in the officer's changing room." "I will inform the Warden immediately, My Lord. I'm sure he will make available his own private bathroom and accommodations." Von Boul-Dier and the two guards left shortly after the prison doctor arrived to tend to the head wound Atratinus received from the guard's baton. The Count was slightly disturbed by the dry blood on the baton when he took note of it while the three men walked through the prison towards the Warden's chamber. "I want that toilet to be cleaned and in pristine condition from now on." Von Boul-Dier said with the most serious tone he could muster. "Is that understood?" |
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| Rhadamanthus | Jul 19 2014, 01:51 PM Post #84 |
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To: His Majesty, Karl von Habsburg-Lothringen, Archduke of Austria From: Alexander von Wrangel, Minister-President of the Baltic State Your Majesty, the presentation of your telegram to the War Council was the occasion of great revel. You are certainly correct that there has been bad blood between our nations. Your offer of friendship was well met among my people, who believe that it is a sin to quarrel among our own race when threatened from outside. In particular, my Interior Minister, Friedrich von Berg, is passionate about the cause of German cooperation and unity. He urged that I write personally to demonstrate the Baltic State's commitment to the struggles of our kinsmen in the western parts of the world. On behalf of the War Council, I thank you for your offer. I fear, however, that many of our members, outraged by the crimes of which Herr Atratinus is accused, would act out of passion. For this reason, I would suggest a more neutral representative of the Baltic German people. I propose Egon von Biron. Lord Biron, originally of Courland, though that territory currently groans under a Quaonion yoke, has resided in Austria for the last ten years, even during those years in which relations between our states were most tense. Lord Biron is currently a visiting professor of law at the University of Vienna. He was famous both as a professor and as a judge in Livonia before he became resident in Austria, and I believe he has represented our kindred well in your country. For these reasons, on behalf of the German Sword-brethren, I recommend my countryman Egon von Biron for the place on the Pan-German tribunal that you have so graciously offered. By Christ's will, may justice be done. Your servant, Alexander von Wrangel Minister-President of the War Council of the Baltic State |
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| Whal | Jul 29 2014, 11:52 AM Post #85 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Hofburg Imperial Palace, Vienna, Austria.. Karl II tapped his foot rhythmically and vigorously against the closest leg of his dinning room table. In his hands were several of the letters addressed to him by his German brethren from all across the world. Amazingly, all of the nations he had reached out too in good faith had responded in earnest and pledged to assist him against Atratinus' gesture of insult towards the Habsburg throne. As he sifted the various letters through his hands he couldn't help but feel prideful. This single act of Porcuian defiance, of which Atratinus himself likely celebrated passionately, had a very unfortunate side effect that even he had likely not foreseen - the unification of all Germanic nations worldwide. If even only for a short while, greater German cooperation was a force that no people (especially those in Europe) could realistically ignore; a force which could threaten the very power balance of Europe, perhaps even the world. To think that such things were now possible because of Atratinus and his ilk was rather entertaining to the Archduke, and he would have to thank the man for that when he got the chance. Taking a sip of his coffee, Karl closed his eyes in euphoria as the heat from the beverage came over him and relaxed his stress slightly. Any small measure of relaxation was a welcomed reprieve no matter how short lived it was. Not surprisingly, it did not last long and Karl was quickly interrupted by a servant. "Your Majesty, there is a man here to see you," the servant said sheepishly. "He has travelled from Kaufstraum Castle at great haste and wishes a brief audience." Karl's eyebrows raised, but his eyes remained closed desperate to cling on to his euphoric state. "His name?" "Sir Albert von Boul-Dier, Your Majesty. Should I turn him away?" The servant replied. "No, I think not," Karl stated slightly more alert. "I should like to have a word with him. Send him in." The servant bowed respectfully and walked towards the door. As he swung it open, Albert von Boul-Dier strolled inside confidently tracking in a large amount of mud which had clung to his riding boots from his long journey. The servant's eyes went wide and he motioned to stop Von Boul-Dier before any more of the carpet was ruined. Karl smiled slightly and waved the servant away before Von Boul-Dier was even slowed. The man glared at the young nobleman with disgust and irritation before finally complying and leaving the Archduke with his guest. "Your Majesty," Von Boul-Dier stated respectfully, removing his cap, bowing deeply, and then crossing his arms in anticipation. Karl looked him over a second and smiled, "Not a fan of trains, are we?" "I prefer to travel by horse," Von Boul-Dier replied confidently, "They're faster and I get to experience the beauty of the countryside more...intimately." Karl laughed audibly and motioned with his hand for Von Boul-Dier to sit. "Well, Wallner was not mistaken in his description of you, Von Boul-Dier. You are an eccentric fellow," Karl said as he sat. "So, what do I owe for the pleasure of your visit, sir?" Von Boul-Dier smiled and leaned forward, "I have come as a courtesy, Your Majesty. I am to testify against an old acquaintance of mine on behalf of my country and I saw it fit to meet with you briefly to discuss the matter. However, truthfully, I had rather ardently wished to meet you, Your Majesty." "Ah yes," Karl replied whilst taking another sip of coffee. "I too have wished an audience with you since our mutual friend first tipped me off as to what you know about Herr Atratinus. I have wondered, is it true what I have read? Was he truly partly responsible for the failure of the Austrian independence movement to take root effectively?" Von Boul-Dier paused a moment and grimaced slightly. Karl noticed as his guest shook his head in confusion and as a rather melancholy look appeared across his face. "Yes, but it didn't always appear as such," Von Boul-Dier replied. "For a while, Atratinus represented exactly what Austria needed to shake Berlin's yoke - a large sale foreign investor. However, as you know, once Austria needed foreign aide and supplies from Porcu they never arrived and Atratinus disappeared almost immediately never to be heard from again. He betrayed Austria, her independence movement, and worked some form of hidden agenda to weaken a power which could rival his beloved republic. He deserves to pay." Karl nodded in agreement, but his face soon changed. Suddenly, Von Boul-Dier noticed as the Archduke's gaze was firmly fixed upon him, studying his features. Rather quickly, the young nobleman couldn't help but feel a cool bead of sweat traveling down the nape of his back. The Archduke took another sip of his coffee and then rubbed his chin. Finally, after another brief few moments of silent contemplation, he spoke. "Oh, I can assure you that all who have betrayed Austria will pay the consequences," He stated slowly, rising from his seat. "There are many inside our new Austria who have lived in secret since the days of their treachery. Finding them will, no doubt, be difficult as they have likely attempted to assimilate into the new order I have built." The Archduke began walking slowly towards Von Boul-Dier's side of the table. As he approached, he placed his hand audibly on the table and dragged it with him as he moved. The rattling of the Archduke's rings as they scrapped against the hardwood soon became quite unsettling. Before long, the Archduke had arrived where Von Boul-Dier sat. Placing his hands on the nobleman's shoulders, Karl continued to speak. "The RSD will find them eventually. It will take some time, some effort, but we WILL find them. We may have to look in the places most familiar to us or at the people who claim to be loyal to us. There will be no safe havens. Those that are found guilty will disappear from memory; they're families will learn of life without them and life will continue on as if they never had existed. There will be no room in my Austria for traitors..." Von Boul-Dier was sweating profusely under his tunic now. The Archduke was so close to him, practically breathing down his neck, and perhaps he couldn't allow Von Boul-Dier's past to remain a secret. As a former parliamentarian, and turncoat nobleman, Von Boul-Dier was exactly who the Archduke appeared to be looking for. Then suddenly it came. The question Von Boul-Dier had been dreading had arrived. "You worked as one of the movement's key leaders did you not?" Karl questioned inquisitively, "One of those who sought a democratic Austria?" Von Boul-Dier swallowed hard, "Your Majesty, I can explain....." "No need," Karl stated abruptly, releasing Von Boul-Dier from his clutches and returning to his seat. "Are you dedicated to a strong Austria, Von Boul-Dier?" "Yes! More than anything, Your Majesty," he exclaimed rather shaken. "Good," Karl replied slowly, "And you share my sentiments surrounding traitors and profiteers?" Von Boul-Dier nodded seriously, "Unequivocally, Your Majesty." "Then you are exactly the sort Austria needs to build her empire," Karl said, his smile returning. "A man who lived amongst this country's most troubled times and worked closely with her internal enemies will be invaluable to building Austria's new future. Once we deal with this problem regarding Atratinus we will be free to pursue other avenues of redemption for this glorious nation. Anyone with knowledge of those who wish to subvert such progress will do well to tell me of them, is this understood?" "As clear as glass, Your Majesty," Von Boul-Dier said forcing a smile. He wished now more than ever to escape that room. "Perfect, you are dismissed, Count Von Boul-Dier," Karl replied, sitting back in his chair. Von Boul-Dier rose, but looked confused, "Count?" "Why yes?" The Archduke replied with a wry smile. "You didn't think I wouldn't reward you for your service did you? I'm making you Lord Overseer of West Hungary." Von Boul-Dier almost collapsed. "West Hungary?! You are too generous, Your Majesty! I will perform the position loyally and too the best of my abilities." "Excellent," Karl replied, signing the official paperwork. "You shall find all the assistance you need in Pecs. I shall look forwards to seeing your success in the trial and in Hungary. Auf Wiedersehen, Count Von Boul-Dier." Von Boul-Dier was speechless. He bowed long and deeply before gathering his things and exiting the room. As he left, he had to fight the urge to scream or laugh, but he allowed himself a wide smile. Unbeknownst to the young nobleman, the Archduke's gift had been a power play to control him and lock him in loyal service. Like many others before him, Von Boul-Dier was trapped into loyalty by responsibility. Before Von Boul-Dier could travel out of the capital however, there was one more person he need to see. Heading down the hallway, he stopped in front of another lavishly decorated door. Wasting no time he knocked and waited eagerly for a servant to answer. "My name is Albert von Boul-Dier, Count of Pecs, and Landgrave of West Hungary," he stated confidently. "I need to speak with the Margrave right away." |
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| Margrave | Jul 29 2014, 05:14 PM Post #86 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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"Albert von Boul-Dier..." Adrian rolled the name around in his mouth as if he were tasting a wine. If it were a wine, it would have been a bad one. Nonetheless, he told the attending page the man was welcome. "Allow him inside, I suppose." Adrian's rage of the past weeks had largely subsided. Karl had insulted him greatly in their last meeting, but, for the first time in recent memory, Adrian forgave him. Mostly. He had a plan to humiliate Karl and take care of Atratinus in a single action, but this was complicated by the demand that all of Germany would be privy to the trial. Adrian's thoughts were interrupted when the ornate doors to the study were opened, allowing the his guest to walk in. |
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| Whal | Jul 30 2014, 10:08 AM Post #87 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Albert von Boul-Dier strolled into the Margrave's private study in the same confident manner he had entered the Archduke's, albeit slightly more alert this time around. From his encounter with the Archduke, Von Boul-Dier had realized that he might have underestimated people his entire life and he was determined not to repeat the mistake with the Margrave. Luckily, and with any hope, Adrian von Lebus could be exactly the sort of man Von Boul-Dier could relate with, as both men were often viewed as to "having their reach extend past their grasp." Essentially, Von Boul-Dier would need to strike a cord with the Margrave to learn what he knew about the actions Atratinus was accused of; the Margrave was, after all, the one who accused Atratinus in the first place. If anything, Adrian could give him some more information on what truly happened that night. Adrian peered up from his novel as he entered. Von Boul-Dier noticed that he wore a skeptical and annoyed face upon his entrance. "Your Grace, I'm sorry to disturb you, however I have some very delicate matters to discuss with you surrounding the trail of Herr Atratinus," He said politely. Adrian scowled, "It is a pity I only receive visitors to speak about that snake. Very well, if you absolutely must. Enter." "I thank you," Von Boul-Dier replied sincerely, taking his seat across from the Margrave. "I feel I should congratulate you on your seat upon the tribunal. It must have been an honor-" "Oh please, don't patronize me," Adrian interrupted, "My beloved father-in-law saw fit to elevate me to that position only after much protest. Please, just ask your questions and be done with it." Von Boul-Dier nodded, "Very well then. I am to testify against Herr Atratinus for past crimes against the Austrian state in a bid to prove his deceitfulness. I pray you know the sort of actions of which I speak, as the man has often slighted you yourself. As I have only a cursory knowledge of the events that night, I would very much like to hear your side of the story and for you to tell me anything you may see as damnable evidence against him. I have heard everyone retell the story from His Majesty to Klaus Maximillian Wallner, but not you. What happened that night in your own words?" Von Boul-Dier then allowed himself to lean back in his chair. He knew speaking about Atratinus would aggravate the Margrave - and he was counting on it. From the reports he was getting from some of his sources, Atratinus may not have been as guilty as some have claimed, and he needed to hear the Margrave's side of the story. |
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| Margrave | Aug 15 2014, 10:23 PM Post #88 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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"The note was brought to me by an Austrian officer. I know not who wrote it, but honestly..." He hesitated, "I fear I acted rashly. It seems evidence is mounting that Atratinus did not, in fact, write the letter." For the first time in a long time, Adrian von Lebus felt something akin to remorse. He regretted planting that letter. He had a way to backpedal while leaving no trail of his misdeeds, but this plan would require the cooperation of the other German states. Whether they knew it or not. "Perhaps there is a conspiracy afoot. But who would be so eager to draw apart Porcu and the little Germanies? The Dominionists? The Jews? The Confederates? I know not." |
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| Whal | Aug 16 2014, 09:56 AM Post #89 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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"This is a grave conclusion," Von Bou-Dier stated apprehensively, "One in which Greater Germany herself may be to blame. I have often feared that our ambitions may wrestle free from our control and set us on a course for destruction. Destruction for not only our enemies, but for thousands of innocents and ultimately our own people themselves.." The Margrave nodded silently for a while, but then his gaze shifted around the room. Von Boul-Dier quickly realized he was apparently wasting the Margrave's time. He gathered his things and rose to leave, but not before addressing Adrian one last time. "I hope we get to the bottom of this conspiracy, Margrave, and stop it before any more harm is done. I thank you for your time." ---- Vienna, Austria 8:00 AM Posted Image The following day began like any other. The average population rose early for work and continued on with their daily routines as if nothing groundbreaking was afoot, yet the air inside Austria was heavy and everyone knew the reason. A man would be tried today. The very fate of the fragile European peace would be tested. The very future of the Austrian Empire would be forged. The trial of Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus had finally arrived. For the Habsburgs the day was a bitter sweet one. On the one hand, Karll II and his daughter would finally receive some form of closure and quite possibly revenge for the slight towards their family - and for something perhaps much more sinister. On the other, the Archduke would have to repeat the fiasco of that day equipped with all the embarrassing and unintended consequences of the coup and its aftermath. Although the events for which Atratinus was on trial happened almost a month prior to this day, the wound they had left couldn't have felt more fresh. It was time for this irritating chapter in the Archduke's life to end and with the help of God Almighty and the strength of the German people it would end on a high note. The Archduke, the Margrave, The Imperial Chancellor, and the Minister of Justice all rode to the High Imperial Court building together in the same limo. Almost to every direction they looked from their seats, they could see columns of Royal Uhlans and the Bundespolitzei careening traffic and relegating curious bystanders to the sides of the Mainstrasse. Abruptly and without warning, the very skies above them opened up in a vicious deluge of falling rain water. It was as if God himself was weeping, but for whom the passengers did not know. "I still don't understand why Erik is representing us in this trial," Duke von Pless blurted out from the silence. "It would make more sense to have a more senior ranking member of the Imperial Council represent you, Your Majesty." Karl turned his gaze from the window to the Imperial Chancellor and starred through him. "Your objections have been noted, Jurgen," he said sternly. "As I have explained before, the international community is already dubious of the panel as it is. They already criticize me for allowing Adrian to sit upon it, so imagine what more they'd say if I allowed my right hand to judge instead of the Minister of Justice." Karl's gaze switched to Adrian briefly before looking away. "It's not like it matters anyway. The man is clearly innocent," von Pless whispered under his breath. Karl shot him a sharp look. "Quiet," he commanded angrily. Before the tension inside the small cabin could get any worse the limousine arrived outside the High Court building. The men waited frantically as a column of Royal Uhlans cleared a straight passage for them to the door. As the driver released them from their mobile prison, the group was instantly set upon by the camera flash of the paparazzi and the calls from the crowd. The Uhlans managed to keep the crowd at bay with a strong draconian measures, but Karl couldn't resist basking in the admiration of his people for a little longer. After a few more seconds of waving and handshaking, the Archduke joined his fellow passengers inside the building's lobby. The doors to the grand court room were wide open with two Uhlans guarding the entrance. Looking through the two doors, glimpses of the Porcuian and Austrian news outlets setting up cameras for the televised premier of the trial could be witnessed. Without further delay the group entered the court room and walked to their respective seats. Inside the court room, the various judges were already amassing and conversing with one another. The Papal legate, Cardinal Samuel Malone stood in the corner conversing with the Kasnyian delegate, Lord Dahl. Further away, the Baltic judge, Egon von Biron sat quietly reading an Austrian Law manifesto. Being the last two judges, Adrian and the Minister of Justice, Erik von Kassel, promptly took their seats behind the large wooden desk at the very front of the room. Not soon after, the rest of judges took notice and also took their positions. Once the court room had filled up with all the other patrons (mostly wealthy noblemen and members of the government), the Archduke stood and the cameras began rolling. "We have gathered here today to judge the actions of one man, Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus," Karl stated loudly, so that his voice would carry across the room. "For the crimes of attempted regicide, conspiracy to commit murder, and subversion of the internal affairs of the Austrian State he is charged. While the degree of the claims against the accused are severe, we have allotted all the necessary and required measures for international travelers under official Austrian Law. This trial will be judged by a panel of highly capable men of many faiths and nationalities, but they share the common universal goal of seeking justice and upholding truth and fairness," Karl continued, his voice becoming more passionate. "Once they have heard testimony from both the accused and the defense, they will pass a fair judgment based in accordance with Austrian Law. Should the claims being made about the accused be judged as true then the punishment shall be carried out quickly and humanely. May God bless our hands in this great endeavor. Let us begin, bring in the accused!" In an instant, the doors to the court room were opened and everyone turned to stare at the devil that was Atratinus. Atratinus was brought into the court room not in chains and in tattered rags, but in a tailor made fitted suit without any visible restraints. The Uhlan guards to his left and right were keeping a fixed and watchful gaze, but allowed Atratinus to walk freely and at his own pace. He was quite sore from his stay at Kaufstraum and he still sported some injuries to his waist and chest, but these were cleverly hidden under his immaculate clothing. Atratinus remained quiet even as several "boos" from onlookers were directed his way. As he sat in his seat next to his personal Porcuian lawyer, Atratinus starred deeply and menacingly at his accusers, and especially at the Austrian Archduke. Karl starred back sternly, but then turned back to the audience. "In accordance with Austrian Law, I will now remove myself from any position of authority in this trial, thus eradicating any bias and illegitimacy. May justice now be served in eyes of God and you all," he stated flatly and left the stand." As Karl left the stand, Erik von Kassel stood and prepared to address the room. "Herr Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus, you are accused of the crimes of attempted regicide, conspiracy to commit murder, and subversion of the internal affairs of the Austrian State. How do you plead?" 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| Porcu | Aug 18 2014, 05:57 AM Post #90 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Atratinus had not slept well the night before. Or the night before that. Or the night before that. Following his less than pleasant reunion with Von Boul-Dier, Atratinus had suffered under the prison guards at Kaufstraum Castle. As one guard had charmingly put in, "His Lordship only mentioned the toilet." A broken rib and several horrendous bruises along his back resulted from the beatings he had received over the course of a week. Yet, while the guards were utter brutes, they were not so single-minded in their sadism as to leave markings on the former President's face. Whereas the manifestation of the beatings had slowly grown less apparent, rather well timed with the start date of the trial, the sensation had taken longer to subside. There were many nights when Atratinus would shift after having just managed to drift off to sleep only to reawaken with tremendous pain. Great effort was made in preparing Atratinus for his court appearance. He was provided with only his second shower and allowed to don clothing other than the prison rags he had worn for weeks. While being transported to Vienna, Atratinus sat and consciously thought of the way the soft fabric of his shirt and pants felt against his skin, and underneath he could make out the layers of bandages that wrapped around his chest and torso. Splendidly dressed and prepared, Atratinus nonetheless gave off a sense of weariness - his jawline, in particular, was much more pronounced and his hands seems to belong to someone 10 years his elder. Atratinus was brewing with anger. As his transportation approached the High Imperial Court building, he could see the wave of people that had begun to gather. Yet, when the grey, rolling cover above Vienna burst and a heavy rain fell Atratinus peered up into the clouds and felt that he might be washed clean. Suddenly calm, his anger channeled, the former president began to assume the image that many knew him by. He eventually was escorted inside the building and shown inside the courtroom, and as he proceeded down the main aisle he was watched intensely by all. Although he walked slowly, the Judges, those present inside the courtroom, and those watching via the live TV feed saw that he carried a slight limp and that his arms hung awkwardly by his side. He came to sit next to his appointed attorney, but stared onward and did not acknowledge the gentleman at his side. His cool, grey eyes contained something new, a quality yet unseen, which caught and held the attention of the Archduke, the Judges, and others within his field of view and simultaneously made real for them the nature of the individual before them. "Herr Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus, you are accused of the crimes of attempted regicide, conspiracy to commit murder, and subversion of the internal affairs of the Austrian State. How do you plead?" Erik von Kassel asked following Karl II's opening remarks. The defense attorney motioned to stand, but felt a strong force on his arm. Atratinus rose from his seat slowly and with some effort, waiting a moment before answering. His characteristic voice and usual tone took a new significance in the dead-silent courtroom. "Your Honor, the accused pleads 'Not Guilty'." |
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| Whal | Aug 19 2014, 05:57 PM Post #91 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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A flow of snickers and small side discussions erupted after Atratinus had pleaded 'not guilty' to the charges. Acting swiftly in a bid to restore order, Erik von Kassel swung his gavel down upon the table in rapid succession causing a series of audible knocks. The Minister of Justice himself was not shocked by Atratinus' answer. He calmly and methodically nodded his head whilst jotting down a few notes on a simple piece of parchment. "Very well," he stated unsympathetically, "Let the trial of Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus versus the Austrian State commence. The floor is open to the prosecution for their opening statements." The court room subsided into a deep silence in anticipation of the impending speech. On the Austrian side, the stern faced Jurgen von Pless stood from his seat and adjusted his uniform so that his medals hung straight and the sword attached to his hip wasn't awkwardly brushing his thigh. Visibly annoyed, but not betraying at who such feelings were directed, Duke von Pless corrected his posture and focused his gaze at Atratinus. He shook his head disapprovingly. "It would be difficult, ladies and gentlemen, honorably jurors, to find anyone here among you with a predisposition towards the justification of cold blooded murder," von Pless began. "Why, dare I ask, should the planning of such an act warrant a different punishment? It is my aim to convince the good people of this panel that such acts are not only heinous in nature, but they can very well be perpetrated by those with whom we place our trust, our homes, our very consciousness. It has been a proven fact that heads-of-state and those closest to them are often at risk of danger from some distant enemy, some faceless evil, but I argue the most severe form of danger to them comes from those with whom they relinquish a sense of skepticism. The man who sits before you, Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus, is by no means an innocent politician. In fact, he is the antithesis of such a person. Since Herr Atratinus has entered the political arena he has terrified opponents in his beloved Republic and abroad with his calculated, yet devilishly fiendish machinations. His most recent plot to subvert the Austrian Empire's calculus dramatically by severing the bond between Vienna and Berlin through planned assassination is not and will not be his only transgression against order and common human decency. If given the chance, Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus will continue to scheme in the direction of his own warped notions of international justice and personal self-gratification." The Duke was pacing slowly back and forth across the floor between the benches and the judge's seating. Intentionally attempting to rile Atratinus up, von Pless continued to stare at the accused with looks of displeasure and pity. The Reichskanzler knew specifically how Atratinus thought of himself and for what he laid his life on the line, but painting the man as a twisted international "white night", whilst simultaneously claiming him a monster without remorse, was precisely what von Pless was hoping would set the man off. "Since the very moment he arrived on Austrian soil, Vopiscus Atratinus (another insult) betrayed the most common feelings of human decency and partook in the eloquence of His Grace, Adrian von Lebus', and Lady Eleanor von Lebus' royal wedding with the precise knowledge that he planed to murder them and throw the Austrian state into chaos. I beseech this panel to listen intently to the evidence presented against the accused and to put their faith in their most basic notions of humanity, so that a man such as Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus cannot plot a similar act again," Von Pless finished as he walked slowly back towards his seat. By the time Von Pless had returned to his seat, Atratinus' anger was quickly boiling once more. As he tried to calm himself, he was completely oblivious to the Minister of Justice's next statement. "Now that the prosecution has made their opening remarks, the defense may address the panel...." |
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| Porcu | Aug 20 2014, 12:54 AM Post #92 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Again, the defense attorney prepared to rise but felt a hand on his arm. "Let me do my job." he muttered under his breath, just as von Kassel finished his invitation for the defense. "I don't trust you." was all that Atratinus said in response, too low for any to hear. Duke Jurgen von Pless had agitated Atratinus and gotten his blood flowing a bit faster, yet perhaps he had not counted on the bruises and pain to buffer the former president's reaction. Atratinus had followed von Pless across the courtroom, gazing at him with those cool eyes, until an intake of breath elicited a sharp pain in his chest. At that point he shut out von Pless from his mind, closed his eyes, and concentrated on remaining calm. So, whereas the television cameras and speakers easily picked up the entirety of the Duke's opening remarks, including the slight insult, and transmitted those sounds and images across the world, Atratinus himself heard none of it. Back in Porcu, however, there was already grumbling from media outlets and pundits of all sorts following the insults directed at the former president. Eventually, it was the subtle movement of the chair next to his that brought Atratinus back. Again, he took a moment to stand, and walked slowly out onto the floor. Set against von Pless' military tunic, Atratinus' tailored suit provoked a different, yet equal, sense of power. "Honorable jurors, distinguished ladies and gentlemen of the audience, I am here to defend myself. I am present today for the singular purpose of providing evidence that will show my innocence and absolve me of the utterly baseless charges leveled against me." Atratinus shifted and slowly paced away from the judges and towards the rows of attendants, making sure to indirectly engage the cameras. "The opening statement provided by the Duke is nothing if not slander. Nothing that was stated by the Duke, presented as fact mind you, can be demonstrated to be true. Which should provide a clear view of the state of the prosecution...They. Have. Nothing." Atratinus let the words hang in the air as he again began to pace in another direction. This time, however, his slight limp was apparent. "The prosecution will only be able to provide fabricated and doctored evidence and witnesses whose purpose is defamation. Their case is so thin that they have had to resort to 'softening' me ahead of time. Ladies and gentlemen, honorable jurors, I place my trust in your ability to see through the mist and to uphold truth and justice. Thank you." Atratinus bowed deeply, against the sharp, swelling pain, for a few moments before moving back to his seat. Edited by Porcu, Aug 20 2014, 12:54 AM.
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| Whal | Aug 21 2014, 09:49 AM Post #93 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Atratinus' defense was passionate, thought-provoking, concise, and worst of all - believable. It was the latter part which now caused a mixture of emotions inside the Reichskanzler, as von Pless had mentioned on more than one occasion his belief that Atratinus was innocent. Watching Atratinus finish his opening remarks, he looked down and smirked to himself before eventually raising to look at the Archduke. Karl II looked unamused by Atratinus' whole speech. Von Pless couldn't blame him for such feelings - the man undoubtedly wrestled with fact and emotions throughout everything which had been said, yet the Duke wondered how his sovereign could stare at Atratinus and just deny its existence. "The prosecution may now present evidence and call is first witness," von Kassel stated in his monotone lawyer's voice. Von Pless snapped back to the court room instantly, but sported a quick scowl as he realized it was up to him to validate the evidence. Putting on his aura of confidence, the Duke nevertheless rose from his chair with a piece of paper - the prosecution's strongest form of evidence. "Honorable jurors, ladies and gentlemen, the accused has stated that the defense has nothing other than slander and doctored evidence to plead our case. While this is not only untrue, it is an insult to your very sensibilities. I hold in my hand an assassination order for His Grace Adrian von Lebus and Lady Eleanor von Lebus written and signed by no other than the former President of Porcu, Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus." Von Pless slowly walked around the main floor before the judges. He deliberately presented the note to each judge as he continued speaking. "Note that the signature indeed belongs to the accused and has not been tampered with in any way," He began again. "You will also notice the letter's concise nature and business-like manner when getting to the very point of the dastardly deed. While originally written in Porcuian Greek, it has been translated for you now in German. Take particular note of meticulous planning, secrecy, and foresight emphasized by the accused." Von Pless then read out the translation as he walked about the floor. The letter was terse, but brutally straight-forward. It called for the planned assassination of the Margrave and his wife upon their wedding day with emphasis placed on the exact time and place. The letter made vague hints towards "future acts" and "forms of payment", but the actual act could not have been more clear. It even mentioned with a degree of familiarity, the assassin and his "past successes." "As you can see from this letter, honorable jurors, the accused deliberately planned the assassination of the Margrave and his lovely wife whilst attending their wedding in plain sight, but not before humiliating and degrading them publically with his false accusations of adultery. Ultimately, Herr Atratinus is a man without remorse; an individual who not only seeks to cause misfortune, but basks in the misfortune of others." The crowd was grumbling behind Atratinus and he could make out the general idea of what they were saying - it didn't sound good. He waited patiently at his seat for his chance to attack the Duke's evidence, but found himself neglected as the Duke was permitted to call his first witness. "It is at this time that the prosecution would like to call it's first witness, Margrave Adrian von Lebus," von Pless stated. Adrian perked his head up and walked confidently towards the witness bench. A mixture of emotions were spiraling throughout Adrian's head due to his brilliant plan to come out on top of the trial no matter its outcome. As the Duke focused on him, Adrian put on his most confident and determined look. "Your Grace, would you please tell the court your recollection of the event's of that day with particular emphasis on the failed attempt on your life and the presentation of the letter implicating the accused?", von Pless questioned. |
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| Margrave | Aug 21 2014, 08:30 PM Post #94 |
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"Of course, Herr von Pless. The day stands erect forever in my memory. The parade and marriage proceded normally, Eleanor and I were legally married on the steps of the Austrian Parliament. The whole thing preceded like a dream... until Herr Atratinus let his slanderous mouth open and-" he stopped. Remember his plan. Oh, how he hated the snake he was now forcing himself to defend. He cleared his throat. "Until Herr Atratinus objected to the marriage. I must admit that there was no actual attempt, and I had no knowledge until well after the ceremony proper, when an aid brought me the letter." He gestured to von Pless's letter. "Having spent a large amount of my youth in Porcu, I immediately recognized the language for what it was." "However, having looked at it on a deeper level since that day, it does seem... suspicious, I suppose. Some of the diction and language is unlike the High Porcuian Greek that Herr Atratinus uses." Adrian knew his comments were very much out of line, especially considering his current position as a prosecution witness. He braced for the comments of the crowd and of von Pless. |
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| Whal | Aug 22 2014, 04:28 PM Post #95 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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What Adrian had likely expected from the crowd was shock and awe. In actuality, they stood silent and confused as if doubting their very ears. For Jurgen von Pless, the Margrave's response was completely unexpected and it threw the then confident Duke's demeanor into utter shambles. For the first time von Pless went completely blank and snapped his head back in disbelief. Looking at Adrian with a puzzled look his gaze generally shifted towards the Archduke who may have been the only one in the room with a vague idea of what was happening. Indeed, Karl von Habsburg II was beginning to piece things together. He had a faint notion that Adrian would shift his convictions from his last minute conversations with his confidant, Albert von Boul-Dier. From what von Boul-Dier had told him, Adrian's temper was cooling over Atratinus and the Archduke could surmise the cause - something was and never had been right about the letter or the accusations. It became rather simple when one asked the right questions. Karl acted quickly and decisively. With a nod of his head he transmitted his orders to Von Pless. The Duke regained his confidence and addressed the room, "Honorable Jurors, the prosecution would like to call a quick recess to investigate the witness for perjury." Adrian's eyes narrowed. "For what?!" he yelled. The crowd began to converse loudly and grumble. The Minister of Justice crashed his gavel on the table and commanded, "Order! The prosecution is awarded a brief 15 minute recess to assess the claim. Court adjourned for the time being." Von Kassel then nodded inconspicuously towards Karl. The court room erupted in a mixture of laughter and grumbling as the judges, defense, and prosecution retire to their own private rooms. Once the room was secure, Adrian was practically ushered to a seat at the end of a long table. Seated across from him, von Pless was pacing back and forth in a fury. "What is wrong with you?!" he yelled, fists clenched. "We're you planning on humiliating us this whole time!" Adrian shook his head and sunk into his seat. He starred at von Pless with an apologetic look and opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced when Karl II walked into the room. "Leave now, all of you," The Archduke said quietly, but in a way which terrified. Von Pless and the other lawyers left the room in quick succession leaving both heads-of-state alone. Karl walked slowly towards Adrian and slammed the letter down on the table. "I want you to tell me immediately and truthfully, Adrian. I shall not give you another chance. Who. wrote. this. letter?" he demanded slowly and angrily. Edited by Whal, Aug 22 2014, 04:28 PM.
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| Rhadamanthus | Aug 22 2014, 07:49 PM Post #96 |
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Legitimist
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As the court recessed, Egon von Biron attempted to make sense of the day's events. His Highness the Margrave of Brandenburg had previously been seated among the judges, but was then to be presented as a witness. And acting as the prosecution's witness, the Margrave seemed to be defending the defendant. Baron Biron had studied the field of jurisprudence for many years. He had acted as a judge in Livonia, and had taught the law in Austrian universities. He was proud to be part of the Pan-Germanic tribunal, but his hard sense of justice found itself facing a rather strange situation. Not a rash man, he resolved to keep his eyes open for what other peculiarities he might comes across. |
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| Porcu | Aug 23 2014, 04:09 AM Post #97 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Atratinus could not believe it. Neither could his appointed lawyer. However, whereas the scholarly and highly experienced lawyer at Atratinus' side felt a sudden burst of jubilation, Atratinus' stomach sank. He had not expected this, and he could number with his fingers the incidences he had not been able to foresee throughout his political and, albeit brief, military career. The former president wanted to believe what was going on, but his first reaction was to shout it down and to brace himself for a coming assault. "But they have nothing else..." Adjourning to their own private room, the small defense team and Atratinus paused for a few minutes to discuss the damage that had been done to the prosecution. Atratinus remained still and silent, massaging his temples first and then the bridge of his nose, as the rest of the defense team chatted away. A few minutes passed and after reassuring himself Atratinus began to comb over the documents, list of witnesses, and questions his lawyer had put together. "Listen..." the middle-aged lawyer said drawing close to Atratinus. "Praesidis, I want to apologize for getting off on the wrong foot." The remark drew a puzzled gaze from the former president, who set down the documents he was holding and turned his gaze towards the gentleman next to him. Entirely respectable, incredibly well educated, and objectively one of the most successful trial lawyers in the Republic, the lawyer Sextus Atinius Aulus had honestly not wished to take up the former president's defense and was pressed into service by his firm's executive. "No, it is I who should apologize, Atinius Aulus." Atratinus said, his grey eyes giving a slight shimmer. "You have put together an excellent defense and I have been immeasurably rude thus far." "Well, your life is at stake. It's entirely understandable." Atratinus' laughter filled the room momentarily, drawing the attention of the rest of the defense team. "The Archduke, and especially the Margrave, will have wished they threw me around a bit more while I was in custody." "I'm excited at developments thus far..." "Don't be fooled." Atratinus said with a sudden melancholy. "The Archduke has a truly enviable mind, a clockwork exceedingly rare to find, and while the Margrave is rash and emotional, he is also spirited and motivated. I worry." This moment of vulnerability was rare for Atratinus, but had been encountered many times by Atinius Aulus while with his clients. Like any professional, Atinius Aulus proceeded to boost Atratinus' confidence and outlined their present position straightforwardly and without a lack of honesty. The result was tremendous for the former president, who would return to the courtroom with an aura of invincibility and a sense that a full victory for the Archduke and the Margrave had come and gone like sand through one's fingertips. |
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| Margrave | Sep 1 2014, 09:57 PM Post #98 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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Adrian's posture changed as Karl asked the critical question. The calm, relaxed position he had adopted for his public persona dropped the instant the small crowd left the room. He stood close to Karl's face. He was slightly taller than Karl, and this helped him look as intimidating as possible as he bowed his body. His breath was hot on Karl's nose. His eyes narrowed. "I did." He said. Karl was dumbfounded for a moment, but his anger turned white. "And so, you think you can excuse yourself from this? At my expense? At the expense of my Empire!?" "Your Empire? YOUR FUCKING EMPIRE?" Adrian yelled. Anger was no new emotion to the young Margrave, but this was more than mere anger. When Adrian was angry, he was at least logical. This was pure emotion, the likes only his late father and possibly Eleanor had ever seen. And now Karl. "This Empire would not exist were it not for me! Who was it that got his hands dirty so that you could wear the crown and play king? It was I who stormed the East German Parliament, not you! Who was it who has put all the work into uniting the German people! Is it Kaiser Karl they call the Konig of all the Germanies in Thuringen? No, it's Margrave Adrian von fucking Lebus! I've worked for every meter of land I control and reign. Do you know who helped me crawl from the streets of Arminae to the throne of Berlin? Not a soul. I'm not a damn child, Karl, stop treating me like one!" Adrian hesitated for a moment. Adrian respected this man, and he should calm down. No, he decided, he shouldn't. In for a penny, in for a pound. "I've calculated every step to this point. Except for Atratinus' interference at the wedding. Do you know whose idea this was? To try and work for Atratinus' freedom instead of against him? Do you?" Adrian looked Karl straight in the eye. "Eleanor's. She knows, and I suspect both her brothers do as well." |
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| Whal | Sep 2 2014, 04:08 PM Post #99 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Karl's anger was boiling within him like a roaring furnace stoked with fresh wood each and every time Adrian opened his mouth. Normally known for his quiet manner, the now increasingly flustered Archduke was beginning to experience the full realization of all his qualms about the situation. With each of Adrian's words, Karl's brow tightened and stiffened further until the young Margrave's tirade dissipated. Adrian's raw emotion was surprising, but rashness was increasingly becoming his nature. Karl's raw anger, on the other hand, was unheard of...and terrifying. "INSOLENT CHILD!" the older, but surprisingly fierce Archduke screamed, seizing Adrian by his tunic and thrusting him against an adjacent cupboard in a manner which shocked the Margrave. Adrian's eyes went wide, but his temper flared soon after and he placed his hands on Karl's forearms. "Unhand me, Karl!" he yelled in retaliation, gripping Karl's forearm tightly. In this intense moment of pure unadulterated emotion, Karl's sensibilities returned to him once again and he recollected himself. Quickly, yet without any semblance of remorse, he took his hands from his son-in-law and returned them to his sides. In the moments of heavily silence which followed, Karl retreated slightly and unruffled the lapels of his tailored suit. A few feet away Adrian sighed and corrected his tunic. "That my daughter has instilled sense and reason inside the empty cavernous pit you call a head means nothing", Karl retorted finally to Adrian's last statement before the scuffle. His tone was serious, grave rather, and when he continued he spoke slowly with the manner which had terrified countless others before Adrian. "Do you have even the faintest idea of what it is to lead? The mental fortitude and foresight needed to negate the effects your emotions hold over making decisions? Truly, do you?" Karl taunted authoritatively. "On subsequent occasions you have proven time and time again that Adrian von Lebus is nothing more than a slave to his unguided recklessness. What did you imagine would come of fabricating a letter implicating a man as powerful as Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus? Karl paused, his eyes piercing through the Margrave. Adrian's eyes narrowed and he inhaled deeply. Karl negated his response. "Simple, you didn't!" He continued, smacking his hand on the table before him. "You strut loudly about the international stage, rustling your feathers, tugging at the pant legs of your betters, and demanding the respect which is afforded to those who actually merit such a gift," Karl drove home his point. "So you have assisted in the transfer of power in Austria with your brazen charge up the parliament building; slaughtering droves of men I could have used to legitimate my peaceful coup after the fact! Then what? You let your blind vendetta against Herr Atratinus cloud your judgment and you created this situation for which I inevitably responded to and must now rectify! For exactly what do owe you my respect, Adrian!!" Adrian's temper was flaring once again - quite naturally alongside Karl's. Karl had remembered a more temperate boy from ages past who had spend hours reading and honing the skills needed to one day lead a country to greatness, and it was this boy with whom he had entrusted the betrothed hand of his eldest and most cherished daughter. Karl's confidence in Adrian was wavering yet he hoped his son-in-law would rebound. However, he was beginning to question whether or not this could occur. "I have entrusted my beloved Eleanor to you," Karl said, this time sounding somewhat sad. "I now see the folly of my choice to allow her to follow her heart and to follow you....." "You will never take her from me," Adrian said sternly, fists clenched. "She carries my child, Karl. Your grandchild!" "Tell me Adrian, how do you plan on raising my grandchild or running Berlin from prison?" Karl said blatantly. Adrian's stomach dropped, "What?" "It is obvious that Herr Atratinus is innocent, you've seen to that. However, it would appear that you have fabricated evidence implicating a foreign national inside a conspiracy to which you yourself have orchestrated. This is a capital crime in Austria. Tell me, what is to be done with you?" A test, little more than a way for the Archduke to pick the Margrave's brain, yet a threat all the same. Edited by Whal, Sep 3 2014, 12:52 PM.
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| Margrave | Sep 12 2014, 10:41 PM Post #100 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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Adrian turned away from the Austrian Emperor. "I-I'm done here." Adrian stuttered. Karl had upset him. Adrian had been humbled. Adrian had been betrayed. For the first time, someone had slipped a dagger into his armor of wit and tact. Karl had targeted Adrian's family, the one place he thought Karl would never strike. Karl had verbally kicked Adrian in the balls. The young Margrave had made a terrible miscalculation. He thought of Karl as family, as someone who was his ally. He told Karl hoping he would understand. He had not expected him to become hostile. Adrian inwardly cursed himself and Karl. Adrian left the room. Karl tried to stop him, but Adrian shoved him out of the way. He entered the hallway, and collapsed. He put his back against the wall and slid down to the floor. |
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