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Originally posted by High Lord J
Wait if Caesar and Alexander voted agianst the other 3 that shouldn't be enough to have anything happned right? Or is it just majoirty?
The two-thirds thing is if all of the nations that are in the pact decide to disband it (all of the nations are England, France, Rome, Greece, Germany, Egypt, Russia, Persia, and Babylon). It's a majority thing, yes.
Joan d'Arc kneeled over and put her head in her arms, shaking it furiously and sobbing. She didn't want to ruin her friendship with Alexander--Caesar was gone, and she would have voted for Catherine to replace Caesar, not Elizabeth.
"Damn you, Caesar!" He had continued to cause her grievances not only with his life but with his death. They had been the best of friends, but now she was out one and another was dead. "Why doth thy foul being torture me so?!"
Bismarck, Elizabeth and Cleopatra knew why she was so sad. That's why they failed to comfort her. They had all left the Imperial Greek court by demand of Alexander, and now remained docked at Athens. A ferry from Marseilles in France was due to take Bismarck, Elizabeth and Joan to their respective countries; Cleopatra, in an unlike act of frienship, stayed for general moral support.
As Joan continued to throw her fit down and the end of the dock, Bismarck and Cleopatra began to talk. "Well, now that we doth hath Caesar and Alexander out of our way, what shalt be done with the Consulate? Elizabeth be a fine candidate, yet two spots doth be a great gap."
Cleopatra pondered for a moment. The Ionian sea struck her as beautiful, still glittering like diamonds as the sky turned from blue to streaks of orange, yellow and purple.
"Perhaps we couldst maketh thy Consulate that of three instead of five. It wouldst also giveth us more power."
Bismarck perked up. "I doth enjoy thy proposal, but why wouldst three make us more powerful than five?"
"Think about it. With five, each doth possess 25% of the vote. With three, each possess 33%."
Keep it up! I'm enjoying the rare use of Shakespearan language. What happens next? Does Alexander go to war? Does he butcher them all? Joan goes mad? Don't stop.
Alexander scribbled chalk on his granite board. On there was a map of the known world. Caesar had meant it when he talked of uprisings; now, Alexander was the one with the plans in his hands.
Caesar was a desperate man that day. His entire works was crumbling down before him, and now France and Germany occupied his country former country. His plans would need adjusting, but as he continued to scribble on the map that contained numbers and time calculations he broke a sweat.
He stepped back to gaze upon his mural of vengence. It could work, he muttered to himself. Several people were unhappy with the Consulate, and far-off lands had not hesitated to attack Europe before. all could fall into place, piece by piece, and Caesar would finally be avenged.
Alexander called his aide in to send a messenger to China.
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Joan had become a recluse. What little time she was appeared, she had become pale and sickly. She claimed to be "cursed and haunted by Caesar's ghost," despite the great things that had crome from the former Roman lands.
She sunk deep into her milk bath as she pondered whether Caesar might yet appear to her again. A gentle beam of sunlight came in through her castle window, in the Royal Palace at Versailles. A pike-armed guard stood at the door outside the room, as it was locked.
She blew a few bubbles from under it as she heard the door knocked. She stood up out of her bath, soaked and scared.
"Who doth disturbe me so?!"
Silence.
"Go away! Guard!"
The door began to shake.
"Caesar! Leave me be! Do not haunt my innocent soul so!"
As it shook more violently and more loud it burst open. What seemed to be a bright gleaming light came in and pushed Joan under the milk. As she gurgled and scremed, the guard ran in.
He picked her up out of the milk. She had passed out, but remained alive and breathing. He carried her down to the main hallway, wrapped in a sewn silk cloth.
In the bottom of the tub remained a small locket with a painting of Juliet's niece whom had married Caesar.
Author's Note Well, theres a little teaser for the next "Book," or chapter, whichever you perfer...its been turned around completely more or less. Be sure to comment! .
Hey! I like anything with ghosties in it. This is turning out to be one of the best stories ever, in my opinion. One can tell that Toasty is a Shakespeare fan. Good on him, I say.
Empire growing,
Pleasures flowing,
Fortune smiles and so should you.
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