10 Justinian, 9:41
As of late the Magisterium had been growing agitated. Its attention had been cast to several points of the map, the most noticeable being to Nevarra. On one hand, this was a good thing. As long as the Magisterium was distracted, Radonis would be able to extend his reach to more important matters, such as the Venatori. After all, the cult appeared to be growing more active as of late, attempting to create trouble that lasted beyond the South. On the other hand, the Magisterium was also quite good at creating trouble itself and their discussions in regards to King Markus were proof of this. In the name of traditionalism
they seemed to be adamant on creating another war.
How...distasteful. The Imperial Archon found himself tempted to intervene, but he was no fool. As much as people enjoyed the thought that the position of Archon came with unlimited power, this was far from the truth. It was a position that required a steady hand a mind that was good with politics. After all, there was the unspoken word of the public that kept the Archon in check. If one wished to be Archon, then they best consider how much they enjoyed living.
At the same time, he best consider all options before he actually used the power he possessed. Swaying the Magisterium to fix the mess was always another option. If he could not do that, then he could always allow an outside power to do so.
He did detest how much his schedule seemed to be filled with meetings with Magisters over decisions that, in his own mind, seemed to have easy answers. After all, not going to war when you were already in one seemed logical enough. Perhaps he just needed a different point of view.
Thankfully, he was going to gain just that today.
His appointment with Magister Vadior was coming close. Quietly, Radonis allowed the servants to set the room, drinks and food being set as the Archon indulged himself in a book.
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