“That is good, and will definitely come in useful. Calerostan troops are mostly trained for on ship combat but are also capable on the ground, especially the mechanized legions. They…”
A officer urgently enters the room. He bows before the emperor
“My emperor you should urgently connect the display to public broadcast. The Lanthirphen have hacked in and are broadcasting”
“What? Osbion please connect us.”
Osbion connects to the broadcast and puts it on display. It shows the inside of the temple of Celianor, with duke Estaron sitting on a throne.
People of Calerost, my brothers and sisters, do you see in what kind of times we live?! The ancient and frail emperor, who is supposed to be picked by the gods themselves to rule, has been for his whole rule acting against our sacred people and the gods for his own interests!!! A alliance with the heretical Galactya, blocking the inquisition’s will multiple times, and now flat out overthrowing it so people of his dirty, evil Soarim blood do not need to fear rightful punishment! He is nothing more than a Miraline usurper to the throne! House Haerlben has lost it’s devine right to rule and the Edhel peoples are suffering because of it, making the whole empire a illegitimate demonstate! A second Miraline Hegemony!"
Usually well contained the emperor was obviously boiling with rage. A inquisitor comes on screen carrying a crown, obviously initially ducal but heavily modified, with gemstones and decor added on quickly.
“That is why I, duke Estaron of the house of Lanthirphen, declare reestablishment of the old legitimate empire, under the name the Holy Edhel Empire of Calerost, with myself as it’s emperor! Glory to Calerost, glory to the holy edhel people! Effírië ar…”
As he was saying those words the inquisitor lowered the crown onto his head. The emperor slams the table, cracking it and turning the broadcast off. Or making the projector not work anymore, it is hard to tell. Rage was emanating from him in a dense could, filling the room with a aura of rage. One would guess that Queltar himself was on the station. Half of it could feel the emperor’s anger. After a few moments of deafening silence the emperor spoke:
"How does he DARE TO VIOLATE AND BASTARDIZE THE WILL OF THE GODS, MYSELF AND MY FAMILY LIKE THAT?!! DOES HE WANT FOR HIS SOUL TO NEVER LEAVE THE FIRE?!! I. Will. Rip. His. Skull. Open. With. My. OWN. TWO. FUCKING. HANDS!!!"
He slams the table again. He takes a look around and quickly calms down.
“Excuse my burst of rage brothers. This is now more than a simple rebellion. It is a civil war and a offense against the gods. If no one has anything more to say I’ll recommend to go and prepare your fleets, tomorrow we’re moving for Nenothrond. It is more than time to show those bastards what they have done.”