The Sound of War: The Song of the Eagle

by Ginkel-Weigel, Patrick

  Nándor melts in self-pity and gets drunk in several taverns. Of two houses, he is rudely kicked out. He is in a disagreeable mood and spoils the fun for other guests. After many tankards, beer lands Nandor in Wolf lane. Finally laughs at one of the prostitutes themselves. "You are working in the Palace? You're lying but" -says the whore in the "no, I do not do. I am the instructor of the Princess. "And I've ridden up too." "What? The daughter of the King? You are my man a liar, it seems to me". "Come with me. I prove it to you. "And I'm fucking you where I the King's daughter got fucked".

  Nándor sneaks with the whore that he has picked up back into the Palace. Usually whores are not allowed here. But the guards Nándor do a favor for a small fee. Only a short time later Nándor pushes the whore against the wall in the horse stable. He pushes his tongue down her throat to her and is looking forward to the main course. Finally attacks the prostitute on the bars of the window and the drunken riding Trainer offers her seductive backside. Full of pleasure, Nándor makes her hips to equity.

  Then, he senses a pressure on his neck. It is him suddenly quite hot at the neck, and he gets no more air. Someone has back cut his throat. His blood splashing on the young whore. When she turns around lands a powerful blow of the fist in her face and let her fall to the ground. The unknown assassin fleeing under the cover of night. Only the horses get with some of them. But nobody responds to her turmoil flushed on. Because the watchmen think this is normal excitement, because of the many goings-on at the Palace.

  Big meeting of the Kings is like a living painting. You sit in the evening in the great Hall of the King of White Hall. The fires burn brightly and fervently. The armor of the high Lords Shimmer in the flame and the magnificent robes of women outshine the precious table.

  There is much to discuss, very much. RaVoN is the host and White Hall is his palace. But out of respect and tradition, he leaves the speaking guide Baldus Wenda the oldest among the free Kings. And the old Regent holds a flaming speech about the importance of the Union. Their heroic struggle. Their courageous and incomparable cohesion.

  "Listen to Kings of the free world! Remember at the end of your life this day and this evening. On the night of the Union decided to your Unzertrennlichkeit! We will be not the fool in history! We are not going to fall into oblivion. We will be not the historians of Varlon II. to the victims. I see Emor here seven Kings, even if you call yourself a Prince. You are a King yet for me. And I see seven swords. Swords full of defiance and determination. Drunk with freedom and justice". "Hear, hear" -the round gets.

  "Looks majestic you westward. You can see it the greedy Eagle! You feel about the breathing of the monster and its penetrating look? The beast of blood lust. The Great Eagle with his sharp claws which he wants increases with arbitrariness and terror, with violence! But it is up to us whether we admit it. Let's leave it to the Varlon II. us his greedy claws deep into the meat skin! No, my brothers and sisters. We're not doing that. The sons and daughters of Ryo are free. And it will always remain so. Guess at how is it with you and your rich! I heard the Emperor promised the sky each King which increases with the Empire in the bed".

  "Maros was always free and always will be there. House Janda is repeating what stole the Empire" - lets know the Kings of the round Atolla. "Freedom or death. It's always been the motto of the House of Doraine. "And so it will also be I assure you". "Conreba is a rock solid. A rock, where the Union can hold out. Now and forever" -Fürst-Emor Badoz announced. "Jahro is more than 3,000 years. And it will continue to exist. In glory as in freedom" -Randy Canardis, King of Jahro assured. "In the honor of my ancestors. Until my last breath I will defend the lands of the Union' -these are the words of the host of RaVoN Olixander, King of Sparos.

  The round rocks up from commitment to commitment. Soon, bawl and shout the fine monarchs such as the blacksmith in the village taverns. But one of the Kings remains guilty his oath. She slowly realized that the last Comer his pledge still did not achieve, round as the icy and tense silence settles. The Kings of the free realms look to Oleander Arelis.

  "What's with you Oleander, the Dragon's heart" - Baldus asks. "Give her and Aeris of the Union also your word"? "Your oaths are the same old man me. Fine words, tOFF. Rhetoric about freedom and honour, family names and ancestors. That I give a damn. Such words are lightly spoken in one heated filled Hall, the table full of meat, the cup full of wine and Mead. With a soft, warm woman in bed. But where's your fine honor if you pee on the battlefield blood and eat raw meat like animals because you have to hide at night? Did you shit ever you in the battle in the armour because around you the death waberte and seemed to rain's blood from the sky? If not, then you're hidden fools!

  The army of the Emperor is strong and relentless. His arm is really long and ready to push any enemies of the Empire until it stops in the ass. His soldiers marching through the fields of this Earth like fire roller. Heavily armored, fearless and full of rage they slaughter everything what comes to them before the swords. Not a foot of Earth will retreat before your armies this Hurensöhne. And dares not even to imagine what happens if you lose your country your families.

  Who pulls into this war, who chooses death and disregards the life. The House of Doraine has right - freedom or death. There is nothing in between. I don't like your words, I don't want your words and oaths. Because you're worthless, empty phrases. Worth not more than the drivel of old women. What I want is your sword. Your shield and your axe. But not guarded in the comfort of this festive hall. "I want your sword in battle, smeared with blood and dirt when it comes to our lives!

  The round is still silent. Fine Kings and high Lords in their tow must think first about what Orleanders said. "These Aeri..." -throw Doria Doraine into silence. The Kings begin to laugh. "Do you want my sword covered in blood? Get Orleander Dragon Heart"it! "You are a mad King Orleander" - Randy Canardis noticed. "Then we are glad that he is on our side is" - Baldus Wenda reciprocated to the laughter of the other monarchs.

  The Kings have to tell much. First strategies are discussed and planned. But today the evening to sound cheerful. The Union wants through weddings, by the crossing of bloodlines still bind tighter together. King Ravon announces the engagement of his daughter Sewen with Doria Doraine. His son Elvon is also brought under the hood. Emor Badoz has a daughter who is only a year younger than Elvon. At the age of 16, she must marry according to the law.

  And still more marriages are decided. Orleanders brother Pandora to marry Baldus's youngest daughter. And Dorias sister will marry the Crown Prince of Jahro. However, while the Union wants to choose a new future that starts in the West.

  The Kings and their entourages blaublütiges celebrate until deep into the night. The next day, you will discuss the first steps and strategies. But the silence of the morning is cut through by a loud cries. Princess Sewen makes like every morning on her riding instructor Nandor in the ride to help. Sewen is considering that night long how she should confront him. Her future husband is here and it is clear that there can be no future for her and Nandor.

  Still full of beans the Princess opens the door to the stall. She calls according to Nandor, but can't find him. Only when she swept the individual boxes of the stall she finds him. Nándor is in a pool of blood, with lowered pants. On hay and bare stone. With neck slotted up he lies motionless on the ground. The panicky shriek of the Princess is minutes to listen. It is so loud and shrill that it scares the horses. And she screams until the city guard comes and takes her away.

  Chapter 9 - the blood Eagle

  "Alarm! Alarm! Alarm!" - always back loud echoes through the corridors of the Imperial Palace. The captain of the Palace Guard, SER Sabastine is deeply torn from his sleep at night. "Captain, you must come with me" - says the security guard who dared to wake him up. "What's going on" - he asked the young guard. "The Emperor Ser, the emperor. The Emperor is dead my man'.

  SER Sandree frantically put on his uniform. Then he walks as fast as he can in the Chambers of the emperor. Already at th
e door to his premises he sees the pools of blood and the dead body of his men. "What is happening here"? "We wanted to replace just those men SER Sandree. We found you dead. And then... "." And then what? Speak"! "We saw right after the emperor my captain. But he, he was already dead".

  SER Sandree grabs a guard on the arm. 'Get the Heeral. Awakens the Emperor". "The Emperor SER"? "The Emperor is dead, long live the emperor. Luniver I.. Now's damned'!

  The security guard is doing as his captain told him. First he awakens the Emperor Heeral, Cruxas. According to he's beating at the door of the war Minister. "Heeral Cruxas, Heeral Cruxas! Rise from your bed. The Emperor needs you". Just a few moments later the door opens. The war Minister of the Emperor stands before awakening. In complete uniform. With full honors. "Why arouses me so deeply in the night? Speak soon"! "My Heeral, Emperor Varlon II. is dead. He was found murdered in his Chambers". The look of the Heerals transformed by angry in incredulous, shocked. "Murdered you say? Wakes his son. Arouses Luniver. And get me Lord Grahm"!

  The guards awake now after all the important men of the Empire. All consultants of the emperor. As well as his personal physician and his son, Luniver. First, the personal physician of the emperor arrives. "SER Sandree what is happening"? "You see yourself Kalmas. "The situation is probably unique. "Without a doubt, the death by a stab wound inflicted".

  Lord Grahm and Lord Cruxas also arrive in the Chambers of the emperor. "It's a shame. Stabbed to death at home. SER Sandree, seal off the city. Nobody gets here in or out"! "Yes Lord Grahm". "That has not earned the emperor. Who would do such a thing"? "The Emperor had many enemies Lord Grahm. And whose arm seems now very long to reach".

  All important men gather in the throne room of the Imperial Palace. Only the personal physician of the Emperor and two assistants take care of the body of the deceased Emperor. Once he has been investigated and washed, his body in the throne room will be laid out. So how need it in Artos is.

  Security Minister Grahm and Heeral Cruxas talk loudly with the master of ceremonies of Artoshall, Budeweijn Janis. The morning is already broken and the Sun breaks the gray of clouds. You talk so much and yet there is so little to say to discuss so little. But it is already a done deal, come what will. The laws and statutes of the Empire are set. All other steps are just a formality. The master of ceremonies will ring the bells of the Aubã Tower. Its sound is powerful as a clap of Thunder and still soft like the kiss of a mother. 33 hours she will ring. One hour for each year the Varlon II ruled. Then, the emperor would his son will go over.

  When the Bell of the Aubã Tower is heard everyone knows it. Every man and every woman, the children know died as soon as this Bell is a mighty man of the Empire. An advisor of the Emperor, dies so she rings ten times. The people on the streets look gen Aubã Tower and hear the sound of his Bell. And they waiting spellbound how often she may probably sound. One, two, three, people on the streets look deep in your eyes. Four, five, six, seven. You have no idea who is deceased, but wear their hearts already mourning. Eight, nine, ten. Who has yet come from the springs not tearing it up at the latest the as we hear the Bell for the 11th time.

  People yell and scream. You whining and cursing so loudly that it is heard in the throne room. For the Union Varlon II. the blood emperor was. The greedy monarch who aspired to your landing. But for the people here, he was a father. Certainly a more rigorous, but he was also fair. And Varlon II had the goal to make a better life for its citizens. He was at the same time as ruler, as well as servant of the Empire. And the people thanked him with your love and faithfulness.

  The citizens of Artos lie in his arms and cry completely uninhibited. Da fly on with loud bang the Tore Artoshall BB´s and a bevy of riding presses from inside the Palace. There are messengers who should wear these new customer in all corners of the Empire. The ground trembles under the heavy hooves of the mighty steeds. The Reiterschaft went on the floor and with loud calls they go forth into the world.

  The air is cool and wet this morning. Luniver, the Prince of Artos walks through the garden to find some peace. But the constant ringing the Bell of Aubã echoes in his ear. The Prince looks like on the other side, Lord Cruxas enters the gardens. With quick steps, the Minister of war on the future emperor proceeds to. He stops right in front of Luniver. The Heeral dominates the Prince more than a head.

  "A word my Lord". "What can I do for you do Heeral"? "My Lord, you were the last who has seen your father alive. Something occurred to you"? No of Lord Cruxas". "But Prince Luniver noticed something". "And what did you Heeral"? "The guards were murdered outside the door. The Emperor seemed to have not yelled at, otherwise were stormed in the men. And, the bomber appears to have stung the men by the side of the neck. From the front this is not possible." "Caution Heeral, what do you thus imply"? "You murdered your father"? "Just as little as Varlon II. murdered his brother of Vucos". "The rules of the game are I don't care, but I like to play with open cards Prince Luniver. What you want its Luniver Laarus for an emperor. Your father was a builder, your brother be a peacemaker. And you, want to be what you".

  The Prince smiling Lord Cruxas. "You can hear him Lord Cruxas?" The sound of the war? The clatter of thousands of armor. Swords, axes and hammers hitting signs? Arrows that hiss through the air. The quake of powerful Pilchau and war machines which will enter the walls of our enemies. The death screams of soldiers. With fire, I will take over the country of the Union, with blood soaking their floors, and with cold steel shatter their chains. I put your world on fire, and blot out their tyrant from the story". "Well, if that is so, I will give you eternal loyalty swear my Emperor".

  Luniver holds a Council meeting. He's sitting with Lord Grahm, Lord Cruxas, SER Sandree and the master of ceremonies. It also involves the speech the Budeweijn Janis keep coronation. A hymn on Varlon II. should be there. But what will you tell the people about his death. "We should keep the people silent the Varlon II. was murdered." It would be a sign of weakness we would admit that the Emperor in his own four walls was murdered" -Lord Grahm says. "It is a sign of your failure as Security Minister Lord gram" - the Heeral answers him. And indeed has every word, every gesture meaning in such an empire.

  "I value your opinion very Lord Grahm. Just because it is often against my own. She points me always on the other side. But I insist on my opinion. You are right. It killed my father in our Palace will leave a thread aftertaste. But the outrage which stands behind this dastardly Act, will make all the more determined and angry the people to fight of our cause. It is to yell at more people than ever before". "Our thing" - Lord Grahm asked. And the future emperor answered him clearly and distinctly 'War'.

  The people in mourning. And the Court is in mourning with him. People in the streets gather at night. They ignite fire for your "Father" and sing songs. There are lamentations. Many of the people are too young that they had experienced a different ruler as Varlon II.. But remember the old. On Varlons II. brothers. And to his father. And only a handful might even still remember his grandfather.

  But the next day, shortly after noon, a new chapter is called out. A new era begins. The old emperor Varlon II is dead, now he makes room for his son. Luniver will be who will take his place. His brother Beron is the first in the line of succession. But he is not here to assert his claims. Exactly a year left time to do so. The master of ceremonies Budeweijn Janis has prepared the coronation of world together with advisers of the emperor.

  The Sun is high on Artoshall. The Heeral has opened the gates of the Palace to selected citizens. For the rich among the inhabitants. The money-lenders, merchants, wrought and others staying at the prosperity of the middle classes. The Court has worked since the death of the Emperor in the preparations for the coronation. Today there is a big celebration for the mob, if the organization is also a true mammoth task. Is already celebrated in the Palace. In addition, there will be another festival in six weeks. Then, the Rhane of the Empire, the rulers of each province will make your waiting for the new emperor.

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nbsp; The master of ceremonies is next to a Golden Fleece at the gates of the Throne Hall on the stairs. Budeweijn Janis will hold the coronation ceremony. The door of the Throne Hall opens after his monologue and Luniver comes out. "Luniver kneel Prince of Artos. And listens to the song of your ancestors".

  Luniver kneels on the Golden Fleece. The main cut. In his left hand, he holds the sword of the Emperor and it supports perpendicular to the ground. It's a magnificent sword that is handed down from father to son for centuries. By the emperor to Prince who thus rises as the new emperor. Then the choir begins to sing. They sing the song of the Eagle, the song that is used for centuries as a Coronation song. It is played only on special occasions.

  "The Lion King Clodomes - asked who he is,

  you think worthy, you my do you really that BB´s are you,.

  Salabania - the Löwenthal and Qest, is my

  Mountains, a seedy-side Eyrie, belong to you

  do you want to tickle the lion, then take care, you

  otherwise he ripped up the swing, day and night,

  Today, there are no Lions more - in the Löwenthal

  because the Eagle of Orannis - Salabania steel

  He slew the lion, lioness and the brood,

  He took their land and drank her blood,

  The Griffin of Darcos called Orannis sword-

  He came what he coveted - and made back immediately,