The Lord of Kings
FREE EMPIRE OF VARMANDR VESTAN
Rio de Janiero, State of Aesir-Gard
Emperor Hjorlin Sastad II stood on a balcony of the Great Statue made many years ago, a giant visage of Thor stabbing the Great Snake Jorgumandr. For years it held an ancestral pride to Odinists, a near holy site. Cameramen buzzed around to get the best shots as the Emperor stood at the tall podium, Vestanian flag waving high in the background.
"People of Varmandr Vestan!" He said, his voice booming over the crowd as the deep tone took over. Everyone's eyes lay on the man. "Our nation has seen highs and lows. From soaring hieghts, to the fall from glory. For the last fourty years, we have experienced exponential growth of the Vestanian Culture. . As our factories have pumped out thousands of goods, ships, and material with near no-human automation, our people have had more time than ever to see fit a massive jump in time for freedom, and time for peace"
After he stopped, a short applause was heard as he looked happily over the crowd. He raised his hand and the crowd silenced.
"But, as the wind gusts upon a house before the storm, so too is the winds hitting against Varmandr Vestan. Japan, Africa, rising tensions. We are definitively in a time of unparalleled change. We must stand ready as a shield of good against the forces of evil in this world. It is our will, no, it is our DUTY as the sons of Odin to help all in need. We truly live in the second day of tommorow"
After another applause, the same thing happened.
"To our brothers in occupied lands, sons of Odin, we speak to you in a somber tone. You have been barred from seeing our great homeland, barred from meeting your kin. We cry in anguish as the thought of being separated endears. For fifty long years, you have been under the shadow of the North, and we say to you, we are all together in spirit. As nations seek to further separate the Odinic Spirit, they will only find that we are forged by steel to be bonded together as comrades. Nothing short of destroying us all will be what it takes to separate us. But, remember, I have no authority over you. Cascadian threats may abound at this section of speech, but I control no man above our northern border. You are of free will, and I have no legal claim to call you my own. No, my claim of being your brother is not bound by contract, law, or written deed. It is written in blood, in the heavens! Before our spirits were wrought from the Aesir and rent into our mothers' wombs and given lay to the land of Hlodyn, we were and still will always be brothers by will of Valhalla, under Odin. But remember, no level of dishonorable revanchism shall raise in Odin's folk. We will stay honorable, in life, and as we may lead to death."
His voice rose as the crescendo of the speech came forth, looking to the cameras, and the very heart of the nation. "Now, we hereby from this day forward, we declare that on the deathbed of the Honor of Vestania, we denounce war unless it serves a truly just cause. No longer will we allow the cries of the oppressed be heard as bombs drop on another civilian. No longer will the people's cries be unheard in Africa as one tries to subjugate the other!"
After a second of cheering, he looked downwards to his son on the rear podium and he let out a deafening cry after looking back a ways. "As our ancestors watch us, and as the world watches, I say, For Honor, For Humanity, For Vestania!"
A great applause led after the speech and the Emperor stepping down. Even after ten minutes it echoed across Rio de Janiero.
later in the day, Vestanian news sources declared that the People's Council announced that they are looking into the Japanese and African situations. Rumors spread fast of the king advising councilors of a impending need for mass amounts of food at the capitol, although the feast planned only called for a tenth of that much.
In many areas mass feasting was held as altars were praised of Odin, and most importantly Hlodyn, the Goddess of Earth as the Week of Feasts was declared by the People's Council. The theme for this year's feasting was "Brotherhood", and many split families met at the border of Varmandr Vestan and the borders of the Rockian Chile, Cascadian South America, and Eclipsan South America, though at many places separated by fence. or even walls, yet singing was exchanged from both sides.
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