Abdication

[Drazker 307]

Vectori, peasantry of Northal, and retainers congregated in the courtyard of Castle Vekon. They had been called for an important announcement, of which no details were given, and clamored among themselves as a result. It was when the Duke approached on the balcony over-head with his wife to his left, carrying their twin children, and Brandon on his right, did the crowd cease their racket.

The northern wind whipped up as it was blown down from the ice mountains, catching the black, purple, and gold flags perched above the towers, their cloth fluttering as they danced with the flurry. The frosty gust caught the face of the Duke, who paid no mind. Ten years in the north brings a man an acquired resistance to the chill.

Vectis looked down over each of them, standing silently, looking to their lord for answers. He found faces grim with the fate they had heard in rumors around the Castle. Vectis's own face was lit up with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. With the encouraging tone one might expect precursor to battle, he began, addressing his subjects,

"My dutiful subjects, I congratulate you. Feast your eyes upon the fortress we have made our home! Warmed with plenty of hearths, filled with food in plenty, with enough room to house all, it is the culmination of a dream I foresaw when I was but a young man! Over the years, many of you have sacrificed or modified your own dreams to aid in mine. It has become ours.

"We have held feasts and tournaments, seen born into this world two new Vekons to continue my family's name, provided our friends with supplies and money for their own enterprises, and served Church and Kingdom dutifully! None can say we contributed nothing to the great story of history! House Vekon is a Great House of Oren thanks to our sacrifices and the patronage of our liege lord, Archduke Edward Winter the second."

The subjects cheer at the rousing speech, enthused. They had not anticipated such a bolster at such an hour they had been called. Slowly, they quieted as their Duke signaled their silence with a raised hand.

"Many of you have heard I have been spending less time here in Northal, and have been planning to resign my position as Duke. I confess this is true; I did not want to make a public statement until I had the Archduke's approval."

The crowd cries out as their lord, whom had brought with him reforms such as the deconstruction of old Herendul, the construction of roads into the Archduchy, and development all around, announced his abdication. Vectis, again, calls for their silence, and earns closed mouths and open ears.

"The adventure is not over, people of Herendul. Castle Vekon will be reused for more active purposes the Crown sees fit. Those who do not enjoy whatever future lies in store for them here are welcome to join me in our Kingdom's capital! And now, Herendulians, before I step down from the throne of Northal, let us feast!"

Stepping away from the balcony, the Lord, Lady, and their Castellan opened the great hall for one, last, great feast. And feast they did.

[TheBareSheet 194]

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Peasant raises his crude cup in salute to the Duke. Taking a big gulp of the brackish brandy before spitting it out beside him, coughing.

[Paint 51]

William laughs loudly in his home as he hears the news. He smiles then speaks out "Good Riddance." 

[Gale 21]

William laughs loudly in his home as he hears the news he smiles then speaks out "Good Riddance" 

 

The lack of punctuation hurts.

[Paint 51]

The lack of punctuation hurts.

(Didn't even notice, thanks for pointing it out. I'll fix it.

[Galendar 631]

"Thank the creator..." Alexander huffs quietly, rubbing his chest now sore from coughing and vomiting. "I always hated them, they are not true nobles... They are but fools!"

[The Templar 195]

A figure in fine clothing slowly bares his teeth in a feral grin as word reaches him while he is away in the wilds on sabbatical, "So the false duke has fallen." The voice is masculine, and seemingly malevolent by nature, "I suppose this means that Tahariae is just, what do you think Argent?" The purebred Dalmatian would just simply stare at him, being a dog. "Bah! Let's keep hunting, there has to be a white falcon around here somewhere.." The figure would then continue his search, unaware that the bird is the word.


A lone figure kneels before an altar in an undisclosed location, an eight foot tall staff resting across the altar itself as prayers are said. The figure would soon open it's eyes to find a message lain on top of the altar, no doubt by an associate. "Hmmm..?" The voice is soft, gentle, feminine, "He surrendered his title? Surely there is something else at work here, left unsaid." She then ponders quietly, and then blinks thrice, "Why was I thinking aloud?" The figure would then sigh, and return to her devotions, not gripping the magnitude of the event in it's entirety.

[Senda 472]

In Abresi, Joseph Lane, still quite weak with his illness, nevertheless stands with the small gathering of people that welcomes the arrival of the former duke and his following.

In the square, they clasp hands and exchange words of welcome.

Smiling warmly, Joseph shares a simple nod with Vectis.

Though unspoken, they both understand the full meaning of the apparently simple nod.

"Time to settle in and get to work."

[Jachnun 566]

Bran looks to the crowd smiling and then simply walking off.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.