Forever lies ahead

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow,  but nods.... for now.

"Let's meet some of the others and have them tell us how they established this place."

[Anastasia]

Sure. Gimme a d100 real quick?

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 10, total 10[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The conversation goes on for some time as you show her around and...

Anything else to do here or ready to move along to the coronation?

[Iron Dragoon]

I'm good with moving on if she's happy.

[Anastasia]

You end up in an antechamber with Jarem and Bastian. You await, dressed up to the nines as...

Go ahead and describe yourself here, since it's a fancy coronation and all that.

[Iron Dragoon]

I hadn't really thought that far...

Alyssa stands in an outfit reminiscent of her normal garb, but far more formal. It consists of silks and velvet of purples and golds, suitable for any formal event.

[Anastasia]

"You look good," Jarem gives you a look over, "Just look regal and commanding. Don't be afraid to smile but don't look like an overawed schoolgirl. Be the symbol everyone wants you to be. Beautiful, mature, wise, pure, worldly. Whatever else anyone wants to read into you."

Bastian sits nearby, in his normal garb, if cleaned up and with a large, chunky necklace of gold around his neck, which hangs down to the bottom of his chest. "Done this before?"

Jarem ignores that as he goes on, "In other words, go out there and impress them."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow with a small smirk, "I do have some experience with similar things. High Regent of the Arcane Order, hmm? But thank you, Jarem. Let's get this done."

[Anastasia]

For my own reference, give me a raw Charisma check. No worries about failing, I just want a number to pin on this.

[Iron Dragoon]

Cha/Brains over Everything:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+24 : 13 + 24, total 37[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Thus you emerge. The hall is full of onlookers and spectators, great rows of them as you approach in. Jarem and Bastian are at your side as excited murmurs give way to eager looks.

You notice the windows show it is night time and the moon shines bright and full, the light of it cascading into the room.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa strides confidently and purposefully to her place, gazing at the gathered and making a point to make eye contact with as many as she can.

As she takes her place, she uses her divine power to speak to the entire realm and all of her followers, wherever they are, I am Alyssa Songsteel. You have given me your faith. You have given me your trust. You have given me yourselves. I thank all of you for what you have given me. This realm is a testament to all of you, long before it is a testament to me. Though it is my power that has helped create this place, it is your effort and belief that has breathed life into it. Though you have been guided here, it is your hands that build here. Your sweat that mixes into the soil. Your community and hearts that bind each of you to this place and each other. I will continue to guide this realm and you, the people of this realm, to knowledge, wisdom, and your goals.

This day may be my coronation as your Queen, but make no mistake. This day could not have happened without every single drop of effort from all of you. I ask that this day be celebrated not only as my coronation, but as the day that we all declared ourselves united as one people to all of the planes and realms of creation! Celebrate, for you have built this place! Celebrate, for your bound yourselves together as one! Celebrate, for your have made this place into your home! Celebrate Alyssum!

[Anastasia]

Cheers go up at your speech, long and loud. They seem to envelop your entire realm as footsteps are heard. Shadakul approaches now, towards the throne you sit on.

"Alyssa, are you ready," he asks, voice entirely solemn.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods, "I am. Thank you, Shaundakul."