It is no myth spawning off some historical inaccuracy; that since merchant banking, progenitor of our modern form of the trade, had germinated from the Kingdom of the Lombards, Italy; back in the Early Medieval Period, it steadily grew through time and space, only to become monopolized, hundreds of years later, and particularly in Europe, by few industrial-banking dynasties; filthy rich and powerful, they contributed to the molding of the Old World, and from there, their influence has further propagated overseas, into America. So unto this day, across the globe, their presence still is tangible, albeit, it had greatly diminished.
It was just a matter of time, for the cosmopolitan clans to reclaim what they almost had lost, once again dominating over the Western world’s economies, politics, and religions, on par with the state; the latter, whose authority, was rendered merely something of a de jure facade.
In Northern America, four families reigned, ushered in by the Beith Brenhams; they, at the height of the Alaskan crisis gave full rein to their undying ambitions. The day when the State of Alaska unilaterally declared its secession from the Union, from a contiguous US whose carrying capacity was said to no longer be able to support its own people. Thus, the civil war was eminent; a ground expeditionary campaign at its inception, it ultimately dveloped into a naval warfare, athwart which submarines ruled.
Today, Juneauton Weltzentrumpoleis has rised, the beating heart of the theocratic Occidental Regnum, what erst was known as the Republic of Alaska; and from the short-lived Republic, Juneau survived, as a satellite city-state; a unique democracy governed by the Magistrate, who every year, side by side with the Baron, the Magus the Regnal first ambassador, and the Archmatron, they had the honor to preside over the solemn night, Night of the Viragos.
From the nine boroughs of Juneauton, at the end of each vernal equinox eighteen virgins were to be chosen; they were the Maidens, Hoyden Vergismeinicht was one; of those who by the end of the Fount of Youth rites, in one collective wedding were engaged to eighteen Seniors, officers in the para-military org, headed by the Baron, the Order Overseers Ordo. And on the same night, the pagan wedding shall culminate the Occidental Venatio Games, something not before the times of imperial Rome man had seen anything akin to; held at the apex of the anual tournament, in which female gladiatrices brought from all corners of the realm, were forced into the arena in a fatal confrontation with the baiting beast. With gore and mud they commenced the Night of the Viragos.
Then, was the Sub-rosa auction, and the Rhevireon unleashed…
