Robert Wrath-of-Sherman, Restitutor Americanis
January 14, 2844 CE Under the thin morning light streaming down from the patched glass of the Capitol’s great dome, the crowd thrummed with audible excitement. Despite the biting winter chill, close to a hundred of the greatest lords of the Americanist realm, constituting the Electoral College, were in attendance. They were braving, too, Thrax’s red scythe, which continued to ravage the land. But all in attendance knew that this was a momentous, once-in-an-era occasion, not to be missed. Today, the American Phoenix rises, and they would be the ones to raise It. The crowd fell silent as Robert II strode onto the raised dais and sat on the ornate throne, every bit the triumphal sovereign. If the general was still weak from the red sickness that had so recently afflicted him, he showed no sign of it. He nodded to the waiting officiant, a signal to begin. The Attorney General of the Commonwealth of Virginia started reciting his lines in his reedy voice. “This man, Robert of House Ste...
