[center][b][h2][color=blueviolet]The Tyro-Redanian Empire[/color][/h2][/b]
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[color=blueviolet][b][i]"Unbowed and Unbroken"
1899[/i][/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
[b][center]The Madasta Affair[/CENTER][/B]

Somewhere within the Imperial Palace a Tyrian Count moved at pace, a sweat breaking across his brow from his journey here from the Admiralty. A stack of papers and charts held within the crook of his arm, Wolfgang walked swiftly with a purpose as he passed along the hallways of the Palace towards his ultimate destination. Flanked by two House Guards in ceremonial dress of a dark red and black, their polished breastplates catching the light just as well as the finely finished rifles they kept at their sides. The Minister stared longingly at the door they guarded before taking a moment to gather himself and his fleeting breath until at-last he was ready to speak.

[color=lightblue]"I have urgent news for the Emperor. It requires his immediate attention."[/color] For a few seconds Wolfgang wondered if his words had been heard by the silent sentinels as they regarded him coldly. Another second and finally they offered him a nod that he might proceed and moved to part the great doors of Radenan oak painted to a white and embellished with metal workings of gold as they allowed the Minister entrance into the Emperor's own study. 

The Emperor-King's desk lay stacked with sheets of ledgers, documents, charts and papers. Wolfgang himself entered with his own documents and there he waited before the Emperor's desk for the monarch to officially greet him. His Majesty appeared to be writing as Wolfgang spent a moment taking in the room around him. Bookshelves and paneled walls of a rich mahogany stared back at him as light flew into the room through a great window at his Majesty's back. The Emperor looked up from his writings to a correspondence and offered a smile to his Minister.

[color=mediumslateblue]"Wolfgang. What is the matter?"[/color] Questioned his Majesty, surprised by his minsters unexpected and sudden arrival but not visibly perturbed, if anything he appeared curious. 

[color=lightblue]"Your Majesty."[/color] Wolfgang said formally as he set his pile of documents before the Emperor. [color=lightblue]"Apologies my Emperor but this is a matter which requires your attention... it has become known to us that the Survian colony of Madasta on the North Serranthian coast has fallen to a revolt."[/color] The Minister spoke as he drew a map from his documents showing the aforementioned colony and placed it upon the desk. [color=lightblue]"The Survians have failed to quell this revolt and reports indicate are unable to do so, with the rebels declaring themselves the independent Heffan Caliphate."[/color] Wolfgang found himself pausing as he considered how he might broach his next words.

[color=mediumslateblue]"Go on."[/color] The Emperor encouraged, seeing that his Minister of the Navy had more to say.

[color=lightblue]"Your Majesty. I believe, that should we act swiftly we might seize these lands for our own, for a colony of our own. I believe we might take advantage of this moment and I have had the Admiralty begin drawing up invasion plans and have reached out to the Army."[/color] Wolfgang spoke passionately as he set the necessary papers before the Emperor. [color=lightblue]"With your seal, my Emperor, we might begin the seizure of Madasta."[/color]

A second passed before judgement fell with the imperial seal as it pressed upon the page, leaving behind the Emperor's personal sigil. The order was given, judgement had been made on the fate of Madasta and soon the Empire's flag would fly over a piece of Serranthia.