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[h2][color=crimson]Xiro, Capital of Itium[/color][/h2]
[h3][color=crimson]Day 4, Month of Itius[/color][/h3]
The air was brisk and cool, yet the sun shone bright, across a cloudless sky of purplish-blue. The dwarf moon Feavis hung low in the sky, as close as ever with its dull purple. The forums of the city bustled, merchants and citizens alike crowding these civilized strip malls dotted everywhere across Xiro. Iti'Okh of higher status marched around proudly in vibrant fabrics, many accompanied by their Iti'Ni "servants", slaves of many purpose, while the lower classes bumbled in tunics and skirts. But, on everyone's lips, from the wealthiest banker to the lowliest slave, was the same thing. The election. Storefronts and news posts were rife with gossip, debates, and, in some cases, scuffles, over the results of the election for the newest Consul.

The pick had occurred a mere few days ago, at the turn of the year, and it was inauguration day. The lucky man himself, a former Legatus and Magistrate by the name of Vytan'Syvo. "That man is no good!" growled an old man in commoner's tunic, complaining. "I heard he wants a weaker Republic! He wants the provinces to govern themselves, to maintain militias! He is no good, I tell you all!" He called out over the din of the forum. None bothered to answer, as most were funneling westwards, where a spire towered above the city adorned with their own banner, and below it, the governmental Capitol building known as the High Curia, or alternatively, the Consulate.

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Banners adorned the immaculate and polished marble and stone walls of the Consulate, and the pillars afront towered high above the crowds of mixed composition. And on those steps, a platform, and atop it stood Vytan himself, surrounded by Senators and Magistrates, and secured by a perimeter of Praetorian Guard.

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"Greetings, people of Itium. As you may know, the elections are over, and the new Consul has been elected, to serve his term of eight years, and it is my job, as the Senatorial Speaker, to confirm the inauguration. So, let us get on with it." He beckoned Vytan, stepping to the side of the microphone and straightening his purple Senatorial sash.

Vytan stepped forward, standing parallel to the Speaker, and the Speaker began again. "Vytan'Syvo, Magistrate of the Grere Province and former Legatus of X Legion, by popular sovereignty of the People, the Council, the Senate, and, above most, the Gods, you have been selected, by candidacy and election, as the next Consul of the Republic of Itium, as the supreme Executive, commander of the Excercitus, and the hand of the Gods. Please raise your right hand and repeat after me."

"I, Vytan'Syvo, House Syvo." Said the Speaker, with Vytan repeating, and with the same throughout the rest. "Do swear, under the Gods, to maintain the freedom and wellbeing of the People and the Republic, and to obey the Compact strictly, with every breath within my body." Vytan was with it the whole time, repeating it as it came, and the Speaker diverted once it was done. "Gods assist you, Consul."

Vytan stepped to the microphone, mandibles adjusting. "My deepest thanks, Senator." He turned to the audience, who were still silent for the most part. "People of Itium," His raspy voice boomed. "I would like to start on the note that I may be Consul, but I am not your ruler. I may be the Executive, but I am no monarch. No, as the Consul, I do not rule, I am no dictator. I am a servant, a servant to the Gods, and a servant to the People." The crowd rustled, cheers escaping in a roar which ceased only a period that seemed ages later.

"As you may know, it is a new age. The last revolt is behind us, a century ago, and we are united, stronger than ever before, and all that is left to look to, is the stars. For too long have we been reclusive, hermits that served to only alienate ourselves from those out there that we know exist." He called, the crowds answering with a cheer.

"Make no mistake, the strife is not gone. Tough times will be upon us... “ He paused, thinking. “But we must have the will, the endurance, and the power to see through those trials, for as long as we are in the favor of the Gods, we shall know no fear, we shall know no defeat, and we shall forever triumph!” The crowd erupted in a roar of cheers as the Consul turned, exiting stage left.

Short but sweet, the inauguration speech said what needed to be said. Itium is on the rise.