Nimue Stormson
Empress of Effekt
The party held on the planet Effekt had finally ended and Empress Nimue had felt exhausted. It had been a long day and even longer of a party. So many guests met and so many friends, allies and potential partners made. The entire event had left the Empress nearly winded from all the standing and dancing and eating and drinking and talking she went through. She was resorted to sitting on her throne as each guest who was leaving would come and give a final farewell before exiting the palace and being escorted via carriage or speeder.
It was so late into the night that most of the city had gone as quiet as the hall. Some small groups were still celebrating today, fires lit while everyone was gathered around them and singing ballads and drinking ale until they passed out. Some already had, either in their beds or on the streets.
For Empress Nimue she waited until the last guests, which were her four noble lord advisors, had retired for the night as well. Once they did she sighed with relief before picking herself up and walking out of the man hall to the nearest hallway. She dismissed her servants for now as she needed a moment to herself. Once alone she sighed from exhaustion and leaned against the nearest vacant wall.
It was true what they said about the head being heavy when weighing a crown. In fact Nimue’s head felt heavy enough that she had to remove her large horned crown, a great air of relief when feeling cool air against her forehead. As much as she liked wearing it, the headpiece was often a great burden.
After taking enough time to regain herself Nimue stood, carrying her crown in one hand and her scepter in the other. As she walked she realized she was forgetting something. It took a moment for her to remember she was to meet with [member="Darth Arcanix"] after the party had ended, only she wasn’t sure where she’d gone.
Finding the closest servant the Empress stopped him, a fat little man, and asked “You. Have you see one of my guests? A woman? Said she was staying afterwards?”
It took a moment before the servant answered “Oh, yes. The odd woman in the green dress. She went to the library, your majesty.”
Nodding Nimue said “Thank you.” Before handing him both her crown and scepter. “See these both returned to my chamber. Have the crow cleaned first. No doubt it’s starting to smell a little.”
Without waiting to hear the servant’s response Nimue made her way to the library within the palace. It was a grand collection of books to be sure. Two levels worth of history and stories and the like all collected together in one grand room. Some were hand written and preserved while others had been stored on data drives that were blended into the stonework and Nordic look of the palace itself. Spiral stairs at both the front and back lead to the next level and tables were set in every aisle and all down the center of the room leading to the back. At the very end was a large fireplace with a portrait of an old man dressed in fine clothing and furs hanging above.
Emperor Aemon Stormson, 3rd Emperor of the Stormborn Empire
"Castles will rise and fall. Empires will grow and shrink. Heroes will be remembered only through words and memory. If one wants to be remembered, one must learn from something they will uttelry be: History."
Upon spotting her guest Nimue strode over while saying aloud for her to hear “I remember coming here a lot when I was but a servant in these halls. I would find history dating as far back as the time before the visitors came and granted out planet technology. Records of the old Emperors. And all the dark stories of history. All together in one room. It was like finding a secret trove of the gods themselves. So how does it compare to the places in your galactic society that store history and information, Lady Sith?”