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Blood speckles the letter, some is smeared near the bottom. A result of a minor wound given during his flight from the massacre.

 

To His Holiness, the High Pontiff Sixtus III,

And His Majesty, King Olivier Ashford de Savoie,

 

I quite nearly cannot write for the fear coursing through my veins. These individuals which I recognized from your court:

 

Titius de Sola,

Marcellus de Sola,

An unknown de Sola,

A woman who followed them,

And a woman who claimed kinship to the de Solas,

An elven hire at odds with their Kaedreni roots, 

And the assorted vagabonds of the Dour Watch,

 

All entered into the trial of Xavier de Sola, who had admitted to the His Excellency, the Lord Justiciar Adam de Gleveisen, that he was conspiring with a frost witch coven to end the life of a peasant, but did not admit to conspiring to kill the King or Nobles. The Duke Sarkozic sought mercy, to have Xavier branded, and the witch he conspired with hunted down.

 

During the course of the tense, but civil, trial, the band of de Solas entered and brutally massacred all in attendances, stabbed their kin, your own Lord Justiciar, as well as the Lord Scrivener, the Duke of Adria, as well as assorted of my own matrilineal Vladovic kinsmen in attendance, Kozlovskii Vladov and Johann Vladov. Many, I think, perished. If not for the Duke’s nobility in challenging the brute of a Lord de Sola to a duel to let me escape, they intended to kill myself as well- a priest of the faith. None among us in witness of the trial were armored, barring the countenance of the Duke himself, who fought so valiantly for us all like his ancestors who sought to protect the court of King Franz.

 

I have, to the best of my ability, transcribed all which occurred at the Redmark Massacre. I have written it below. I hope this letter finds you both in good health, and that these wicked assassins have not yet reached your own keeps as they did the keep of the Justiciar himself.  

 

In fear and worshipfulness,

Father Edmond of Eastcliffe

 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pOe2bg91DeVhpHIPxPpCIvTDiNQz353oJK79LGuCFiw/edit Accounts of Edmond, RPly his description of events.

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Edmond shakes, his wrist twitching with the swipe of his pen; fear gripping him even in the sanctity of his Parish.

 

"They gave their lives." he mutters, along with a prayer; reality still not sunk in.

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Boris frowns, "These fools got no chill. And I thought politics were heated enough in Oren already..."

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Bishop Humbert de Bar frowns, distressed as he hears of this news. 

 

"The once-chivalrous house of Sola has finally proved themselves traitors. Mayhap now they shall be crushed and condemned, truly an unfortunate fate." He pauses for a moment after commenting on it. "At least they value their souls as they spared the servant of God."

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"The De Sola's are at it again. . . " says Pippin Rovin as he wanders about the mountains of Oren, trying to find papa Voron.

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A certain midget shudders thinking about the massacre, when the news start spanning the tongues and ears of numerous patrons in the Cats. With no better idea on what to do about it, halfling decides to seek out his liege and their leader.

"Haar'chak... 'Singular, loyal political entity', my right an' left cheek."

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Johann takes his last breath with his heart being pierced by a dagger!

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Cedric de Bolbec sharpened his blade from within a cave many miles away.

 

"Time to shank some TROLLS"

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Bonnie reaches up with a few fingers to cover her mouth, as if thinking and shocked at the same time "And I was afraid of living with the Mali'aheral . . . how is everyone meeting all these witches and I haven't seen one?," she mumbles while sitting in her stone garden.

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Boris frowns, "These fools got no chill. And I thought politics were heated enough in Oren already..."

 

Dederick Varodyr, who was mending his harp at the time whilst in conversation with Boris nods in agreement.

 

"Aye, during our time such events would never occur."

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Britannus Vanir weeps silently at Vanaheim, remembering Kozlovskii from his brief encounter with him. He would be missed.

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"Slaughter when my family destroys rebels holding my brother captive and disgracing my name, pure coincidence when Sergius de Bar be near murdered." Titus would one day remark, rubbing at his once wounded left shoulder in thought.  "I was expected to sit by idly while my kinsmen be held under duress... by scum who have provoked me on several occasions, and sought my downfall for the Adrian crime of being born de Sola."

Titus the Bloody Baron remains affluent and unafflicted, having taken the lives of men for whom the bell tolled, men openly disloyal to his King, in his eyes.

 

"They misunderestimated me."

-Titus W. De Sola

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Oren would go to war with Adria if the Vladovs did this, yet heretics and fools among power in Oren do this and we are expected to let it blow over. 

Ecthallion nods solemnly in agreement. 

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