The Regency of Aethermor; 1565

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

 

 

A public decree is released throughout the lands of Vandoria, handed out by Lord Neero himself.

 

“On this day, the 20th of Amber cold, 1565, the Sultan of Sharaf known as Ashruf Kaneen will be governing the lands of Aethermor as Lord Regent. I have fallen ill in mind and have decided to seek pilgrimage to find myself out not only mentally but physically.

 

In my stead of absence, Ashruf Kaneen will protect and care the lands of Aethermore whilst Morvan Orvar will be governing the city itself as Lord Protector. Let it be known that I will return in due time, I have not abandon any of you. But, I must complete this spiritual journey otherwise I will not be of any use to any of you as a leader.

 

Thank you.

 

Signed,

Lord of Aethermore Neero Sarr

Lord Regent Ashruf Kaneen

Lord Protector Morvan Orvar”

[Viochemist 664]

Kaia Kharadeen scans over the letter. Finding the Lord's despair to be hardening to the heart, yet a trace of thankfulness to Allah that there was an appropriate Regent assigned. "May Allah heal you."

[Equinox 245]

A woman with a snake adorned on her coat sits in silence. Seeming rather displeased to hear the news. She looks up from the message, and seems to have aged a decade by expression alone. "I never knew his mind was bent worse then the serpent I wear."

[garentoft 9265]

Dirk Novokain scans the city from atop the wall after reading the letter, "Who am I going to talk to about dad-things now?" He immedieately after slides down the wall and goes on the look for Neero.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

Ashruf Kaneen would nod as he pays his farewells to Neero " I will ensure your lands are safe from the kafir, do not worry. Everything will be just as how you left it, except for the littering of Orenian corpses."

[oblivionsbane 714]

Mark receives a letter, checking it.

 

"I see."

 

He'd say simply, moving on to continue construction

 

[Sky 0]

"You've always been sick of the mind." mumbles a deranged Toren.

[MajesticOwyn 334]

Morvan sat in his camp overlooking the valley of Tyravik, the fortress of Ard Ghorrock looming on a distant mountain. As he pulled at the thick bear-furs draped over his shoulders, he reached out for a newly delivered piece of parchment. His eyes scanned it's text intently, a deep furrow spreading on his brow.

"Aethermoor will remain strong, my friend. May the gods guide your path." He muttered out, his gaze turning to the large fortress in the distance, his sullen expression replaced by a warm smile. "We, the sons and daughters of Vandoria, will be free. Fleyja sevlla, fleyja fjarri." 

[Slothtastic 761]

"Eesn't Neero Kawtawlia awnd Ashawna's pawtta?" Comments a Kha who sees this, eventually walking off as he doesn't find it as important. And he wonders why he announced him going on some journey. 

[Raita Arashi 7]

When she is handed the note, she reads over it. Her expression filled with uncertainty as she dips her head to Nero. "Though I did not know you well, I wish you safe travels and hope you find peace of mind." She sweetly states before straightening her posture, giving him a small smile before heading back to the Spirit.

[SpodoKaiba 612]

Steven reads the letter, a small frown growing on his visage. "Safe travels." He mutters before continuing on. 

[Farryn 860]

Azariah sighs softly as Neero would leave. In her hand would be the newborn, Silvyr Sarr.

"...come back soon, Neero..." she sighs softly before looking doen at Silvyr. "Looks like it's just you and me, little one..."

[Space 2335]

"Dirk for Lord of Aethermoor!" Aeran cheers, obviously not very familiar with the system of titles in Vandoria.

[Haribo 385]

Prince Leopold lets out a hearty chuckle as he reads of the news.

 

"Ha, what fool would invite foreignerth to rule hith own landth. I athume the people of Aethermoor agree with my thentiment on thith matter."

[tilly 5115]

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