Talinn Ryalor
Minister of Justice, Duke of Westisle
Staff member
Nobility: Duke
Minister: Justice
Fortuna Survivor
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The new Minister of Justice sat at his new, polished dark oak desk in the refurbished office of his position in Zann’s Backyard, the paperwork already stacked high across it. It was a very bare, functional office, as he had found Grayson’s lavishness distasteful and needed to set a new tone for the entire force. Glancing at the latest one, he broke open its strange, purple seal, and began to read. After a short while, a rare, if bitter, chuckle escaped his lips as stood up and cast it into the roaring fireplace in his office. In the small amount of time it was still legible before it was burned, the universe might have one last glimpse at its contents.
Dear Sessho,
It is with regret that I inform you that we cannot support the restoration of Kōtei seiji at this time, as all the candidates that you have provided are either, by your own admission, missing, or by your actions as tōshu swearing allegiance to that foreign “Jotei” as if you and I could pretend for a moment that a vixen could be suitable of holding any throne, let alone the Jade one, unsuitable. Furthermore, the fact that the Kōtaigō herself not only remarried, but irreparably soiled her honor and that of your entire household own by not only doing such, but by doing so to drunken lowly pirate scum dragged out of some Kitsune-forsaken hedge and rutting with him like some sow in heat to create multiple shoshi is completely unacceptable and a further stain on whatever threadbare respect that House Ryalor may have ever had. If you wish to even have a shred of hope of returning to the mainland, it would be best for you to find the true heirs, step down from your position and hand it over to one of them, and then personally execute the Inran Kōtaigō and her Yūkaku no Inu she pretends is her spouse. Then, maybe, we can talk..
-Daimyo of Yuki No Kaigan, Vyacheslavas Ivanovas
“Well now, Lord Ivanovas...I think I have an idea for a future mission for the BlackShip. After all, I am sure Tanya and Jeshal will be delighted to talk to you personally about your wonderful description of them once informed, and if that is not enough of an incentive, certainly be interested in the large amount of gold, silver, and jewels that your province produces. I think Anastasia, too, would very much like to speak with you on her ideas of whether or not a Jotei is suitable...” Talinn murmured darkly as he straightened the collar of his new uniform. Once he was satisfied, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was happy with it, being already familiar to him as Alexei had designed it all those years ago modeled in some part off the old Stoatorian Guard uniform and he was accustomed to both that and Imperial dress in general now after all these years. A long, straight gray dress uniform, with gold at the fringes, and black military boots. He himself had added to that a long greatcoat, in a similar fashion, with three pins on either side attached to it-three gold batons on the left, and three gold batons on the right, to signify his highest authority. He then glanced over to the window on his office, a small table having a rather unusual and rare bust on it. It was that, surprisingly, of Anithias Freedom, found in some back office at the Mayoral residence at his personal request, and deliberately angled toward Big Val, so that he was looking up at it. Talinn smiled bitterly and walked over to it, putting a paw on its head as he whispered bitterly.
“That’s right, you bastard. You sit there and look far up her from down here, for she was a better beast than you ever were. You will be doing so for as long as I maintain this position and do a finer job than you could even dream of. And furthermore, one way or the other, I will show your kits just how much of an unscrupulous coward you were."
Quietly, he walked back to his desk, and sat down on the plain, hard wooden chair without any frills. It was not comfortable-but it was not supposed to be, just like the Empress’s Throne in Amarone. It was a physical reminder to never think oneself totally secure in a position of power.
Briefly, there was a rap at his door, and one of his new aides, a young stoatess whose name had escaped him in all the chaos, opened it slightly.
“Sir, there is a Sergeant Samuel Vim...err, sorry sir, a Sergeant Samuel Grimes here to see you. As part of your new ‘open door’ policy. Should I send him in now or…?”
“By all means.” Talinn replied brusquely, leaning back for a moment before clearing some paperwork off to the side and sitting back down, this time more at attention. A Sergeant with the gumption to come up to the new Minister of Justice...now this should be interesting-far more than the reports, anyway.
@Jeshal the Ironclaw (For Grimes) and open to any potential interested Fogeys. @Callisto Bluemoon just tagged for how some of the more conservative factions in Fyador might view her personally and the Ryalors in general.
Dear Sessho,
It is with regret that I inform you that we cannot support the restoration of Kōtei seiji at this time, as all the candidates that you have provided are either, by your own admission, missing, or by your actions as tōshu swearing allegiance to that foreign “Jotei” as if you and I could pretend for a moment that a vixen could be suitable of holding any throne, let alone the Jade one, unsuitable. Furthermore, the fact that the Kōtaigō herself not only remarried, but irreparably soiled her honor and that of your entire household own by not only doing such, but by doing so to drunken lowly pirate scum dragged out of some Kitsune-forsaken hedge and rutting with him like some sow in heat to create multiple shoshi is completely unacceptable and a further stain on whatever threadbare respect that House Ryalor may have ever had. If you wish to even have a shred of hope of returning to the mainland, it would be best for you to find the true heirs, step down from your position and hand it over to one of them, and then personally execute the Inran Kōtaigō and her Yūkaku no Inu she pretends is her spouse. Then, maybe, we can talk..
-Daimyo of Yuki No Kaigan, Vyacheslavas Ivanovas
“Well now, Lord Ivanovas...I think I have an idea for a future mission for the BlackShip. After all, I am sure Tanya and Jeshal will be delighted to talk to you personally about your wonderful description of them once informed, and if that is not enough of an incentive, certainly be interested in the large amount of gold, silver, and jewels that your province produces. I think Anastasia, too, would very much like to speak with you on her ideas of whether or not a Jotei is suitable...” Talinn murmured darkly as he straightened the collar of his new uniform. Once he was satisfied, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror.
He was happy with it, being already familiar to him as Alexei had designed it all those years ago modeled in some part off the old Stoatorian Guard uniform and he was accustomed to both that and Imperial dress in general now after all these years. A long, straight gray dress uniform, with gold at the fringes, and black military boots. He himself had added to that a long greatcoat, in a similar fashion, with three pins on either side attached to it-three gold batons on the left, and three gold batons on the right, to signify his highest authority. He then glanced over to the window on his office, a small table having a rather unusual and rare bust on it. It was that, surprisingly, of Anithias Freedom, found in some back office at the Mayoral residence at his personal request, and deliberately angled toward Big Val, so that he was looking up at it. Talinn smiled bitterly and walked over to it, putting a paw on its head as he whispered bitterly.
“That’s right, you bastard. You sit there and look far up her from down here, for she was a better beast than you ever were. You will be doing so for as long as I maintain this position and do a finer job than you could even dream of. And furthermore, one way or the other, I will show your kits just how much of an unscrupulous coward you were."
Quietly, he walked back to his desk, and sat down on the plain, hard wooden chair without any frills. It was not comfortable-but it was not supposed to be, just like the Empress’s Throne in Amarone. It was a physical reminder to never think oneself totally secure in a position of power.
Briefly, there was a rap at his door, and one of his new aides, a young stoatess whose name had escaped him in all the chaos, opened it slightly.
“Sir, there is a Sergeant Samuel Vim...err, sorry sir, a Sergeant Samuel Grimes here to see you. As part of your new ‘open door’ policy. Should I send him in now or…?”
“By all means.” Talinn replied brusquely, leaning back for a moment before clearing some paperwork off to the side and sitting back down, this time more at attention. A Sergeant with the gumption to come up to the new Minister of Justice...now this should be interesting-far more than the reports, anyway.
@Jeshal the Ironclaw (For Grimes) and open to any potential interested Fogeys. @Callisto Bluemoon just tagged for how some of the more conservative factions in Fyador might view her personally and the Ryalors in general.
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