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[Dan Rather voice]This is a story about the death of lovers, friends, friendships and good. Leaders, nobility, freedom; all can meet their doom on our stage. A story of several countries; all equal in their own righteousness, each unequal in their power and none equaled in their cunning. A story where powermongers dream and where "civil blood makes civil hands unclean."
The story of the medieval-day European alliance, their internal struggles and their outward pains. The blood-saturated fields and the places that power wields. We now go to Scene I our stage: Outside Caesar's palace, in the fields of Rome...[/Dan Rather voice]
"Lord Caesar! Lord Caesar! Wake up, wake up! King Alexander ist due be here any minute now, and if thou doth not prepare thou shalt be a laughing stock!"
Caesar's maid, Lady Aegyp, was running all around the atrium from which Caesar's room was made. The lavish stone courtyard, whcih had been constructed by the finest artisans in the whole of the Roman empire, was brightly lit. The marble pool, which contained a statue of Caesar himself, stood erect in the center. At the end of the pool was the balcony to Caesar's room, from which the entire area could be seen.
Lady Aegyp continued. "CAESAR! 'Tis the hour of nine already! Alexander doth be due at half-past!"
Caesar was quite frightened, in reality, by the senile old woman. He had defied her once before, and had paid for it dearly--he had to do his own laundry for a month. Why he did not fire her rested solely to blame on his wife, who insisted that she remain simply for the fact she had been a slave her whole life.
Caesar unravelled from his silk blanket, in which he was tangled up. He got up, put on a toga, and walked quickly out tying it. He muttered madly "Stupid old bat."
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Alexander bounced along in the chariot, led by the finest of Greek horses. It was to be a great day; Alexander, whom had long admired the great Caesar's ambition, was to meet with him. Rome and Greece were most likely the closest of any of the European alliance, except for Bismarck and Cleopatra. The two couples formed a sort of parallel; the nations, while technically sovreign, had to act as a whole internationally because of the pact they had all signed. Will it was able to be disbanded if two thirds of the nations voted to, it forced great power against the single nation. Nations made political enemies out of brethren here, and it was not always a pretty sight.
Alexander, however, was happy. Of the nations, a sort of "Consulate" was formed of 5 nations, each nominated by a fellow country and then a European-wide political election was held. Nominations were, however, only limited to one. The Consulate now was made up of Greece, Rome, Egypt, Germany, and a wild card: France. This made the Consulate excruciating, for with such a set up, very little got done.
The chariot, which had been rattling all the way outside of Athens, suddenly began to smooth once it entered the stone streets of Rome itself. The chariot driver, whom was Alexander's own personal sevant, Sparticus, had been to Rome many times before on diplomatic missions, and thus knew his way around.
Caesar did, in fact, have urgent means to dicsuss. As a rule of the Consulate, law in all countries was largely dictated by the nation leaders of them--Caesar had been accused of abusing this by ordering death sentences to his political opponents in exile. Naturally, Egypt and Germany were voting to have Rome expelled from the Consulate, or even worse--war against Caesar.
As Alexander stepped off the chariot and dismissed Sparticus, he felt a sensation of moral disgust in his stomach. Had the Consulate become so corrupt that political objectives took presedence over actual work? All well and good, Caesar was hurting people, but why reprimand him so? Why here? Why now?
Lady Aegyp bustled to the front door after hearing the knockers. She opened with a smile. The woman was at least a foot shorter than Alexander and carried around a parasol to keep herself pale, instead of using chalk (similar to Lady Caesar). "Good morrow, Alexander. Lord Caesar doth expect you; I implore thee, rest near the pool in the atrium. Caesar shalt be with thou shortly."
Alexander ambled into the atrium, where he sat down on a feather-stuffed futon. It, like all other objects of furniture in Caesar's residence, was made of beautiful material; cashmere kept the feathers in on a mahogany frame. Alexander snickered that Caesar must have woken up late, as he could hear him singing in his bath.
After a few moments Caesar did come out, clean as could be. his sandals flapped on the stone, and his olive branch stood prominently upon his crown. Once having properly greeted Alexander, he sat down with him.
"Alexander, I hate to say this--but, let's talk uprisings."
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The story of the medieval-day European alliance, their internal struggles and their outward pains. The blood-saturated fields and the places that power wields. We now go to Scene I our stage: Outside Caesar's palace, in the fields of Rome...[/Dan Rather voice]
"Lord Caesar! Lord Caesar! Wake up, wake up! King Alexander ist due be here any minute now, and if thou doth not prepare thou shalt be a laughing stock!"
Caesar's maid, Lady Aegyp, was running all around the atrium from which Caesar's room was made. The lavish stone courtyard, whcih had been constructed by the finest artisans in the whole of the Roman empire, was brightly lit. The marble pool, which contained a statue of Caesar himself, stood erect in the center. At the end of the pool was the balcony to Caesar's room, from which the entire area could be seen.
Lady Aegyp continued. "CAESAR! 'Tis the hour of nine already! Alexander doth be due at half-past!"
Caesar was quite frightened, in reality, by the senile old woman. He had defied her once before, and had paid for it dearly--he had to do his own laundry for a month. Why he did not fire her rested solely to blame on his wife, who insisted that she remain simply for the fact she had been a slave her whole life.
Caesar unravelled from his silk blanket, in which he was tangled up. He got up, put on a toga, and walked quickly out tying it. He muttered madly "Stupid old bat."
---
Alexander bounced along in the chariot, led by the finest of Greek horses. It was to be a great day; Alexander, whom had long admired the great Caesar's ambition, was to meet with him. Rome and Greece were most likely the closest of any of the European alliance, except for Bismarck and Cleopatra. The two couples formed a sort of parallel; the nations, while technically sovreign, had to act as a whole internationally because of the pact they had all signed. Will it was able to be disbanded if two thirds of the nations voted to, it forced great power against the single nation. Nations made political enemies out of brethren here, and it was not always a pretty sight.
Alexander, however, was happy. Of the nations, a sort of "Consulate" was formed of 5 nations, each nominated by a fellow country and then a European-wide political election was held. Nominations were, however, only limited to one. The Consulate now was made up of Greece, Rome, Egypt, Germany, and a wild card: France. This made the Consulate excruciating, for with such a set up, very little got done.
The chariot, which had been rattling all the way outside of Athens, suddenly began to smooth once it entered the stone streets of Rome itself. The chariot driver, whom was Alexander's own personal sevant, Sparticus, had been to Rome many times before on diplomatic missions, and thus knew his way around.
Caesar did, in fact, have urgent means to dicsuss. As a rule of the Consulate, law in all countries was largely dictated by the nation leaders of them--Caesar had been accused of abusing this by ordering death sentences to his political opponents in exile. Naturally, Egypt and Germany were voting to have Rome expelled from the Consulate, or even worse--war against Caesar.
As Alexander stepped off the chariot and dismissed Sparticus, he felt a sensation of moral disgust in his stomach. Had the Consulate become so corrupt that political objectives took presedence over actual work? All well and good, Caesar was hurting people, but why reprimand him so? Why here? Why now?
Lady Aegyp bustled to the front door after hearing the knockers. She opened with a smile. The woman was at least a foot shorter than Alexander and carried around a parasol to keep herself pale, instead of using chalk (similar to Lady Caesar). "Good morrow, Alexander. Lord Caesar doth expect you; I implore thee, rest near the pool in the atrium. Caesar shalt be with thou shortly."
Alexander ambled into the atrium, where he sat down on a feather-stuffed futon. It, like all other objects of furniture in Caesar's residence, was made of beautiful material; cashmere kept the feathers in on a mahogany frame. Alexander snickered that Caesar must have woken up late, as he could hear him singing in his bath.
After a few moments Caesar did come out, clean as could be. his sandals flapped on the stone, and his olive branch stood prominently upon his crown. Once having properly greeted Alexander, he sat down with him.
"Alexander, I hate to say this--but, let's talk uprisings."
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