Welcome to Cove

*With a scowl Perrin pins up an official looking document. Growling and cursing under his breath, he scribbles in a few changes..*

Citizens of Britannia!

Know that the Royal Council, in unanimous and glorious unity, has elected from amongst their noble selves a new man tyrant of the people, and for the people. Know that the Royal Ambassador Casca has been raised up to lead the people of Britannia in her times of peril and peace, as King pro-tempore, with all rights, statuses, and honors thereof.
Know that Lord Casca, ruler of the Kingdom of Britannia, shall lead his people with humility and grace avarice and idiocy, always striving for the greater good his own advancement, always seeking to honor stamp out the Virtues our most just and magnanimous founder, our once and future king.

Know that this decision comes at a time of great uncertainty and trouble for the Kingdom, and that even our Lord Casca has been touched by these events. He hath survived the evil designs of evil men, who sought only to rain chaos down upon fair Britannia. Even as his noble brethren fell to fates most ignominious, he hath been preserved through his own power and prowess, an exemplar for the common man!

All hail Lord Casca, All hail our King!


*After reading it one more time, Perrin spits in disgust*
"He ain't my King..."

S'bad enough the Loyalists blamin' their atrocities on the wishes of an absent king... Now they have a puppet king ter excuse 'em terrorisin' sheep and botherin' travellers on the land's highways.

*scoffs*

Long live Baron Octiovus.

*signed*

Raiden, Commander.

Wha' King? Eh?