Antierra Manifesto – blog post #62

(Something a bit different, a break in the story that explains a bit more about the politics of T’Sing Tarleyn. Thankfully short!)

For more information on the early life of Chang-X, see Rise of the Supremacy – Its Military Strategy – Melkiar Invasions and Aftermath by Michele Dellman, freelance journalist and Supremacy chronicler with contributing annotations by Deles Kotmallo of Parnako. The following report is intended to help the reader understand how Elbre was ruled and what that meant for the women of that land, in case there are still doubts.

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Begin blog post #62

 As found in earlier writings by chronicler of T’Sing Tarleyn history, Michele Dellman

 re: King Jestor Tassard of Elbre by Michele Dellman.

 King Jestor (Yes, it is  pronounced ‘jester’) Tassard the One Thousandth Three Hundred and Three was the king of Elbre until the hundredth day before the arrival of An’Tierra on T’Sing Tarleyn {ref: Avatari and WindWalkers – the tales of Al’Tara by Deles Kotmalo}  At that time he was deposed through the simple but expedient and definitive process we call murder, by his own son who became king Jestor Tassard the One Thousandth Three Hundred and Twenty Eight.  It must be noted that the son only followed his father’s example.  Jestor the “OTTHT” (not to be confused with his son, Jestor the “OTTHTE) had also murdered his own father to gain access to the throne.  It’s a little family tradition that has served them well, so why should we question it?

The number, by the way,  does not refer to how many “Jestors” have ridden the throne of Elbre to ignominy and infamy, but to the year of investiture of power of that particular Jestor. 

 “Old” king Jestor Tassard (Jestor the “OTTHT’) is an avid spectator and promoter of organized sports – of one organized sport, actually.  On the day of his bloody climb aboard the throne of Elbre – a kind of coronation à la Napoleon that included the sudden, inexplicable but timely death of his father–(the inexplicability of it already explained) he held the most lavish of feasts.  It became known in the Annals of the King Elbre as the greatest display of state sanctioned pleasure-killings ever organized in the kingdom city.

 As per the records kept by the Arena Council of Hyrete, three hundred and eight female fighters, concubines as well as hapless birth mothers, female sex slaves and worker drones, were officially butchered in the Hyrete arena, most of them under the approving eyes of the new king, his jealous uncle and heir apparent and their respective retinues.

The event lasted from sunrise to sunset over a period of exactly six days.  It is assumed by this researcher that on the seventh day, the poor king desperately needed an extended rest period.  The very last victim to grace the arena and titillate the entirely male spectator crowd was the king’s own beautiful young concubine whom he personally escorted, with a complement of twelve aides, down unto the bloody sands of the arena floor where she was stripped and handed a weapon – a staff actually – with which to defend herself from, and attack to kill, her challenger whom as you have likely deduced, was none other than king Jestor himself.

The petrified trembling girl dropped her staff in utter terror of striking the king and for that little mistake was promptly decapitated by her reproving lover.  In a final tribute to the supremacy of malehood, the king then proceeded to have sex with the decapitated body.  A fitting end to a perfect week to commemorate the enthroning of Clown Prince Jestor to king of the fair land of Elbre.

(Note: my use of the word Clown rather than Crown is deliberate)

“M. D.”

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9 thoughts on “Antierra Manifesto – blog post #62

  1. Hyperion

    Clown Prince. I like that. It could describe most of the worlds leaders. And the bloody barbarism isn’t far off the mark with a certain hermit kingdom’s Dear Leader.

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  2. Sha'Tara Post author

    Thanks Daniel. Yes, a fitting title for many a world “leader” in this day and age. Young boy to his father: “Dad, why aren’t there any circuses anymore?” The father, “My son, it’s because all the clowns have become politicians. But you see son, there still are circuses, though not as entertaining as the old ones. These ones are called legislative assemblies, or courts or such. But in actual fact, as you will learn in time, they are nothing more than circuses, minus the wild animals of course. These new clowns are not that brave.”

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      1. deteremineddespitewp

        You’re ‘cooking’ Sha’ Tara!
        Still catching up. I will get there!
        (Re-painting part of the house is figuring AND Volume 3 is figuring a lot….although as the writer I have lost control and the characters have taken over I am but the translator- it’s quite the experience)

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        I hate (HATE!!!) giving advice but let me slip this little tidbit in here: let the characters take over the story, and just write it. OK, so it won’t go quite where you thought it would, and it may be longer than you’d hoped, the the “realism” will be that much obvious. They’re real, Roger, and they need a scribe to express what needs to be told. You happen to be that… so, what can I say? From experience, I say, go with the flow. These are great individuals, I’d be honoured to write their story and I wouldn’t apologize at all for whatever comes out. Even with the “weird” language at times, this is a great series, worthy of a TV mini series.

      3. deteremineddespitewp

        Thanks so much for that affirmation Sha’ Tara.
        I was writing to Audrey maybe somewhat jokey, that they are in my head, I am in their world and they can write the narrative better than I can.
        One of the minor characters (sneaking about on an agenda) went scurrying off yesterday and left me saying ‘Come back! I don’t know what happens next!’ he just replied ‘Aww, c’mon man, just keep in step and I’ll show you,’
        Yep, language gets ‘weird’ at times, but of course it is not our world, we have to bear this in mind 😉
        This experience is becoming something of an adventure and also a great deal of fun.

      4. Sha'Tara Post author

        I think that writing should be challenging to the max and there has to be some fun in that too. I know what you mean when you say that language gets weird at times. When I “listen” to the poor women of Malefactus communicating their basic thoughts in the pidgin, then have to write that down in a way that makes a bit more sense than “Cajun” makes to me as a mixture of so many languages. As a francophone I can understand some of it but it really is another language. Languages are forever mutating.

      5. deteremineddespitewp

        Indeed they are.
        I’ve sprinkling in words from other languages into the names of some characters or regions to reflect their natures. Whereas a linguist might pick holes in the exact use I can always shrug and say ‘adapted from…’ and add the rider ‘Changed somewhat over time’.
        Methods of speech change as well.
        It’s all very entertaining as well as challenging.

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