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The Stafyr Declaration Of Allegiance

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Farley sits upon his seat in New Huntshill, the news of the king's death had just reached the small hill on the foot of the Black Mountains.

In the main hall people were scurrying around, scared and confused, not knowing what to do or what was ahead of them.

He looked down on his left hand, all fingers but the indexfinger and the thumb missing, a sad smile covering his face as he stood up, the people stopping and looking up at him.

 

"My friends, do not worry. Stafyr has outlived much worse situations then this. The era of Five Kings, the great noble purge. The death of a ruler, regardless of the situation, is something we've outlived before and shall live through it again."

 

With those short words Farley hurried to the inner sections of the keep, people were still worried and confused, that was clear. His short speech had perhaps not inspired the most amount of confidence but in his mind it was at least the truth, Stafyr had gone through the nether and back, they had by now outlived nine different rulers, some with short reigns such as Franz or the shortlived Silverblade king during the Era of Five Kings and some with long reigns such as Heinrik or Siegmund.

 

He walked into his office and sat down by his desk, the regency had one request for the nobles and he was sure to fullfill it, perhaps finally it could be peace something that is something that has almost been unheard of in recent times.

At that he wrote down what would be Stafyr's declaration.

 

The House of Stafyr hereby swears allegiance to the regency council and whoever the High Pontiff shall crown.

The House of Stafyr hereby recognizes and affirms the reign of King Franz I. of House Carrion as illegitmate, heretical and renounces any former support for his rule.

The House of Stafyr affirms their right to nobility by swearing to the Holy Kingdom of Oren and succeeds the county of Schattenburg and the settlement of New Huntshill from the Carrion Rule.

 

- Count Farley II. Lord of House Stafyr.

 

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Daniel raises his head from the desk, awoken from his previous drunken and hungover slumber grasping the nearest empty bottle and with a groggy growl moves to heft it across the room. "They did what!?"

 

"S-Succeeded... Ser.." The courier mumbles nervously, conflicted by the fact the mans a cleric but also sends bottles flying. 

 

Daniel waved him off, clutching his head and standing. "Idiots, bafoons!" He rambles, going to find a dictionary to find out what succeeding actually means.

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