[ He steeples his fingers before him and leans forward, a smile playing at his mouth. ]
Wouldn't it be interesting if it was and I was.
[ He leans back again and shrugs. ]
For better or for worse there hasn't been a Winglord for a very long time. And even the last few generations of them were little more then figureheads with no real power chosen by the senate instead of the traditional way.
The traditional way being the current Winglord choosing a successor when he or she felt the time right. They would act as an advisor to the new Winglord for a while to ensure inexperience did not cause any harm to the community. They would then retire to the ancestral estate by the great crystal springs. It was a reward for a life of service.
Of course things didn't always go smoothly. There were challenges and those who usurped, and mechs that should not have been put in charge of anything. There was the disastrous and violent twenty three day reign of Winglord Winglord for instance. I did not misspeak either he a bit mad and decided it should be both his title AND name.
[ He allows himself to trail off. He's spinning a tangent again, as he tends to do when given the opportunity. ]
You shouldn't give up on your own world's history you know. It's ever truly and completely wiped out. You just have to know the right places to look and eventually you'll have enough bits of scrap to mend together into a fine new pair of wings. The oldest members of society of course always seem to know at least a few tidbits. Tax and property records are one of the few things most governments don't want destroyed and they can be a wealth of knowledge if you know what to look for...
[ He frowns a little then, thinking to the reality of his own world. ]
Though I suppose if the War has ravaged your world even half as badly as mine those methods might be difficult as well. There are more... drastic measures.
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Date: 2022-05-13 04:16 am (UTC)Wouldn't it be interesting if it was and I was.
[ He leans back again and shrugs. ]
For better or for worse there hasn't been a Winglord for a very long time. And even the last few generations of them were little more then figureheads with no real power chosen by the senate instead of the traditional way.
The traditional way being the current Winglord choosing a successor when he or she felt the time right. They would act as an advisor to the new Winglord for a while to ensure inexperience did not cause any harm to the community. They would then retire to the ancestral estate by the great crystal springs. It was a reward for a life of service.
Of course things didn't always go smoothly. There were challenges and those who usurped, and mechs that should not have been put in charge of anything. There was the disastrous and violent twenty three day reign of Winglord Winglord for instance. I did not misspeak either he a bit mad and decided it should be both his title AND name.
[ He allows himself to trail off. He's spinning a tangent again, as he tends to do when given the opportunity. ]
You shouldn't give up on your own world's history you know. It's ever truly and completely wiped out. You just have to know the right places to look and eventually you'll have enough bits of scrap to mend together into a fine new pair of wings. The oldest members of society of course always seem to know at least a few tidbits. Tax and property records are one of the few things most governments don't want destroyed and they can be a wealth of knowledge if you know what to look for...
[ He frowns a little then, thinking to the reality of his own world. ]
Though I suppose if the War has ravaged your world even half as badly as mine those methods might be difficult as well. There are more... drastic measures.