Radilo
Establishing Nation
Les Drapeaux Nouveaux
Ne nous dupons pas dans pensant nous sont de bons hommes.
(Let us not fool ourselves into thinking we are good men.)
- Chairman DeVain
DeVain had been dead for ten years, he had succumbed to the Parkinson’s that had crippled him in his last years in exile. His wife, Lulu, had died a few months after, not being able to live without her love.
Empress Alexis IV, though, still lived in exile in Arendaal with her daughter-in-law Josephine and grand-daughter Alexis V. The three of them had been shuffled around from palace to palace amongst distant royal relatives. They were accompanied by Jane Oslo, the long ago deposed Prime Minister of the UENR who was now reduced to being their personal aid.
From afar the Empress watched as her old empire waxed and waned under the increasingly grim fortunes of her deranged son, Nutty IV. The Empress believed that her son had long ago died… for that the infant she once held in her arms had grown up to be a psychopathic megalomaniac. As far as she was concerned the boy she had loved was dead.
The Nuttian Empire, though, was weakening, everyone could see that. Her economy was flat and her armies burdened by costly and useless campaigns. Few were satisfied under the Reign of Nutty IV, and so he shunned any comparisons to his father: Nutty III, Nutty the Great. This was of no use; there was a building chorus of dissent, so even his iron fist could not silence it.
He suspected, with good reason, that many in the upper echelons of government were looking for an opportunity to usurp him. He did not expect, though, the way that they would do so.
Ne nous dupons pas dans pensant nous sont de bons hommes.
(Let us not fool ourselves into thinking we are good men.)
- Chairman DeVain
DeVain had been dead for ten years, he had succumbed to the Parkinson’s that had crippled him in his last years in exile. His wife, Lulu, had died a few months after, not being able to live without her love.
Empress Alexis IV, though, still lived in exile in Arendaal with her daughter-in-law Josephine and grand-daughter Alexis V. The three of them had been shuffled around from palace to palace amongst distant royal relatives. They were accompanied by Jane Oslo, the long ago deposed Prime Minister of the UENR who was now reduced to being their personal aid.
From afar the Empress watched as her old empire waxed and waned under the increasingly grim fortunes of her deranged son, Nutty IV. The Empress believed that her son had long ago died… for that the infant she once held in her arms had grown up to be a psychopathic megalomaniac. As far as she was concerned the boy she had loved was dead.
The Nuttian Empire, though, was weakening, everyone could see that. Her economy was flat and her armies burdened by costly and useless campaigns. Few were satisfied under the Reign of Nutty IV, and so he shunned any comparisons to his father: Nutty III, Nutty the Great. This was of no use; there was a building chorus of dissent, so even his iron fist could not silence it.
He suspected, with good reason, that many in the upper echelons of government were looking for an opportunity to usurp him. He did not expect, though, the way that they would do so.