On John Horen

[_Stigwig 1510]

ON JOHN HOREN

Hark, Humanity! Hail to thee sons and daughters of Humanity, peoples of Vailor united beneath the Empire. Heed these messages and missives that you receive, for they speak of the truth and naught else. It is time for redress, time for change. Time for the Heartland to re-emerge from beneath the iron boot of Horenite tyranny. We write these messages with honest intent and truth in our hearts and minds.

 

John Horen has proven, through his many actions, himself inept, shown himself foolish and acted as an arbitrary, slothful menace.

 

For a regime that established its administration on treasonous activity, building itself up on regicide and underhanded dealings against the Crown's integrity, we find it a wonder that it has been dashed together for so many years. For an Empire that disrupted the natural and legal laws of succession corresponding to the death of Guy de Bar, a sordid crime of which we find the Imperial Crown to be wicked conspirators in, it is long overdue for this warmongering, tyrannical man to find his end.

 

John Horen, for an Emperor blessed by the Church and GOD himself, has failed so many times in upholding the feudal obligations he is bound to, failed so many times to uphold the security of the Realm. He has lead the Empire into a series of wars that have no goal except the furthering of his own self image, of his own egotistical desires. He has cost ten thousand human lives in the simple goal of the propagation of his own cult of personality. These actions are un-regal.

 

We see in his actions against the women of Ashford, in attempting to control the actions of his subject’s courts and his constantly changing commands that bear no substance except the insane wheel of his own mind, a monarch of such arbitrary blood - an unsuitable Emperor. He is a failure of a monarch who, prone to bouts of such intense illness that he barely rises from his chambers, leaves the governance of his Realm to the men whom he frequently plots against in his paranoid actions.

 

We find no fault in the prolonged existence of this failed Empire but within our own actions, within our own fear of action lest John Horen recover. This has not happened - this shall not happen. Now is the time for the men of Oren to right their wrongs and oppose the regime which corroborated in regicide, in arbitrary demands and foolish war.

 

Now is the time for justice - for the sons of Augustus, for the sons of Guy, and for the sons of all the Heartland.

 

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Juggernaut shakes his head.

[Kaldwin_ 241]

Edwin smirks as he reads through this missive. He strides into the room where the knife that he slammed into the table because of Emery and set it back nicely on the table. Afterwards, Edwin looks up from the table, a suspicious look on his face before saying the same phrase he has repeated multiple times over the past few days. "Blood for Ashford..."

[Ambduscias 1028]

Vikarr shook his head. "Well, this'll be interesting."

[Cleggmire_ 130]

       Aymer hears of this missive via courier's escapading throughout the lands of Oren, before he'd simply bob his head, somber yet conscientious in his demeanor. "Blood for Ashford."

[bungo 3965]

“It is not useless titles that make men useless, it is useless men that make titles useless.”

Emperor John Frederick Horen, circa 1534, on High Magistrate Denis de Bar

[AGP 3169]

Bertrand frowns, grumbling, "This youthful generation once again forgets the horrors of civil war, stepping blindly into the bloodshed and the chaos."

[Heff 2460]

Anatoli frowns, tossing the scroll into the warm hearth. "These men will burn what we have worked so hard to create!"

[Hammer4_ 166]

 

2 minutes ago, bungo said:

“It is not useless titles that make men useless, it is useless men that make titles useless.”

Emperor John Frederick Horen, circa 1534, on High Magistrate Denis de Bar

 

"It is not useless titles that make men useless, it is useless men that make titles useless."

Peasant Aelius de Viri, circa 1547, on Holy Emperor John Horen

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"He was better than Guy." says Osgod.

[Jonificus 2763]

Just now, Birdnerdy said:

"He was better than Guy." says Osgod.

"Guy was a good man. Decent character." Comments Guy's loyal bannerman and old friend Ser Caspar de Gueux.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Ser Rhys Morgryn Roke, Baron of Nessvelt nods in approval, most of these words ringing to be true in his mind. Albeit saddened by the death of the ruler, he is also pleased he can spend time with his wife and son.

 

Suddenly, he remembers. An expression of grievance strikes his scarred visage at the thought of his friend's execution, stiff nod given in compensation. He starts to rant to himself, a cold, unwelcoming glare kept upon three brothers of the crozier that are training in the courtyard of Geldern.

 

"I'm sorry I did not do as I was told, John. I am steadfast to Ashford, and Ashford alone. You try to invalid my marriage and brand my wife as a concubine, eh? You murder a Savoyard knight, a man that served YOU,  for briefly loosening his tongue, eh? You were but a rattle snake slithering in the grass, that went ahead to jab your blade at everyone's back given the chance, like you did to my good friend and Orenian loyalist, Bryce Vimmark."

 

Kazik nods sagely, only once.

 

[Birdnerdy 1539]

Just now, Jonificus said:

"Guy was a good man. Decent character." Comments Guy's loyal bannerman and old friend Ser Caspar de Gueux.

"He was incapable of uniting the many camps of Oren, and ultimately failed as a king. I do not deny that he was a good man and a  good leader, but he was not fit for the throne." replies Osgod.

[Publius 4098]

An old Savoyard would simply become overcome with rage just reading the name Horen, his arbitrary hatred driving him temporarily mad!

 

 

(queue duke's war PTSD)

 

 

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

Marcel, one of the former imperial chamberlains crosses his arms at the proclamation, hidden away after the collapse of courtier activity by the former Empress of Oren. He sighs as he continues to decorate his foreign home in a mixture of perfumes he used to dress others of the court in, musing to himself.

 

"Monsiuer John shall be welcomed into the seven skies, now humanity will fall apart as it once did before. May GOD protect us, the darkest days of Oren repeat themselves."

 

He lowers his gaze as he grips onto the ornate Lorraine Cross which drapes across his neck, continuing the trivialities of exile and dreading the days where Urguan shall rise once again from Oren's ashes.