The North Falls

[Piov 2643]

 

On the eleventh day of the Amber Cold, in the year of our Lord 1604, the Kingdom of Courland and the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska agree to end the bitter war that has plagued both their nations and peoples. With the signing of the lieges King Tobias Staunton and King Marius Barbanov to this pact, both Kingdoms and their respective Vassals will end their aggressions towards one another.

 

With the conquest of Vasiland by His Majesty King Tobias Stauntons armies, King Marius Barbanov formally submits the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska to surrender, and agrees to adhere to the following terms:

 

1. King Marius Barbanov and his vassals offer unconditional surrender to King Tobias Staunton immediately. Their weapons and men put back to reserves - all aggressions ceased under penalty of execution.

2. King Marius Barbanov and his vassals surrender their lands and holdings to the Kingdom of Courland.

3. The Hansetian people shall be allowed to leave their lands unhindered by the armies of King Tobias Staunton, free to find refuge wherever they please within Axios.

4. King Tobias Staunton shall allow any man, woman, or child who wishes to remain upon their lands to do so, should they submit to his rightful rule.

 

 

With the changing of the Monarchy in the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska from that of King Marius Barbanov to King Tobias Staunton, does his majesty King Tobias Staunton so does send missive within this edict to the Vassals of King Marius Barbanov to swear fealty to his majesty within a year of agreement, and that none shall challenge his rightful rule within the lands of the northern realm. The following Vassals are hereby summoned to the court of King Tobias Staunton, in his seat of Aleksandria:

 

1. The Count of Metterden, Count Arik of House Ruthern

2. The Count of Mondstadt, Count Owyn of House Amador

3. The Baron of Laurenstadt, Baron Floris of House Van Loden

4. The Duke of Carnatia, Duke Sergei of House Kovachev

5. The Baron of Rytsburg, Baron Stanimir of House Vyronov

6. The March of Vasiland, Marquis Petyr of House Vanir

7. The Count of Ayr, Count Eric of House Baruch

8. The Baron of Laval, Baron Hughes of House Pasquier

9. All others who were ennobled by King Marius Barbanov, or hold titles in the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska

 

Signatories agree to the terms of this surrender and shall abide by them under penalty of execution or prolonged war. Should these terms be broken, dismembered, or changed to the those not written here and agreed upon by either King Marius Barbanov and his Vassals, or King Tobias Staunton and his Vassals - appropriate action will be taken.

 

Signed,

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Tobias Staunton, King of Courland, Duke of Eastbourne, Courland, Eruthos, the Heartlands, Frederica, Cascadia, Count of Aleksandria, Riga, Westmark, Beauclair, Sundholt, Wett and Eastmark, Lord of Mt. St. Tobias, Baron of Vsenk, the Rightful Protector of the Heartlanders

 

His Majesty the King Marius I of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Prince of the Raev, Duke of Akovia, Krajia, Greymarsh and Alban, Margrave of Vanderfell and Adria, Count of Siegrad, Werdenburg, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, Owynswood and Kaunas, Baron of Vsenk and Wyrmwood, Defender of the Faith, Lord of St. Karlsburg, Protector of the Highlanders.

 

 

 

 

[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

"The North is always my home" - Eirik the pilgrim

[Vege 4804]

Reserved

[chaotikal 2392]

"The north will only see one head below the crown, that of a Barbanov. A staunton imperialist shalt not see the snow clear before his hubris proves his downfall." Said a man dressed in full plate armor. He bore his house colors, Yellow and Black, in honor of House Barbanov and their fall this day.

[Jonificus 2741]

Farouk slaps his book shut, sniffing the air suspiciously before looking over to his fellow courtiers. "Ay smell empires." The desertman mumbles.

[iris1612 1780]

Nikolai sits dejectedly in a cramped corner of the refugee ship, oblivious to the noise around him. He would curse, but cursing would not save his home. He would shout, but shouting would not save his home. He had tried fought for his homeland, he had tried to save his people, and he had failed. Defeat left a bitter taste in his mouth, and not one he would forget any time soon.

 

But hope was not out of sight. Haense had lived for thousands of years, through hundreds of betrayals and countless wars. Haense would return, he knew. The North cannot die.

[Shadowhunter464 0]

"So ends Haense, but where one journey ends another begins. But the north will always be my home ." Sigurd says as he walks out his house. As he walks away he play a small tune on his lute. 

 

 

[func_Soap 410]

Ser Rotger gives a heavy sigh as the celebrations of the end of the war ensue in Aleksandria. "Shame it had to come to this. To all Haensetians who may be listening to me from Courland, no beef."

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

Boris Strablaski is read the document by the one Strelt that can read, his features showing clear disgust "Boris make Travel to Courland." He grumbles before moving out of his hut

[CaptainHaense 1154]

Hughes would sit alone in his manor, having already sent his men into exile. "I'm not swearing fealty to any Staunton.. I'll burn Laval down before I even consider it."

[Archbishop 1784]

"So much for no Empire." says Felix Fitch.

[Xarkly 17299]

 

 

Floris van Loden stood atop the gatehouse of St. Karlsburg.

 

The sky was swathed in grey clouds, from which a myriad of snowflakes ascended, quickly nestling themselves in the former Maer's sandy, windstrewn hair. Though clouds ruled the sky, the sun could be visible setting to the west, bathing the world in a pleasant golden light, beaming brightly between chinks of the snowclouds and turning them a rosy amber hue. From atop the battlements of the gatehouse, Floris turned his heavy-set eyes away from the city he had come to love. He knew each and every street better than the back of his hand, and he knew each and every inhabitant of each and every house. This had been a home.

 

The sheer thought made him clench a fist, and he had to wrench his eyes from the snow-dusted rooftops, before a tear came to them. Instead, he looked out towards the tall soldier pines of he undead-ridden Rothswood. Their peaks stood silhoeutted, like shadowy claws tearing at the gold-grey sky, but they instilled just as much sadness in Floris as sight of the city did. When he looked down to the snow-trodden paths, he could see a steady trickle of his fellow Hansetians, from armoured footman to ragged peasants, make their way towards the docks, their possessions carried in sacks over their shoulders or carried by a mule-drawn cart. Their eyes were dead, Floris could tell without looking, and their hearts were as still as his.

 

As he began to make his way down from the gatehouse, he spared one last glance towards the palace of Ottosgrad, proudly coronating the low-lying city. There, gleaming gold in the sunlight, he could see the twinned banners of House Barbanov, black slashed with gold, rippling fiercely in the wind, as proud as it had been the day it had seen the country's independence, and the defeat of the Brawm rebels.

 

"You were right, Staunton," Floris muttered hoarsely under his breath, and tears began to blur his vision. "One day they shall pay. 

 

It might be ten, twenty, a hundred years, but your words will ring true once more. The tables shall turn again and you will see your circle complete.

 

One day you shall pay."

[Andustar 4143]

Ser Viktor Kovachev would tap the pommel of his black blade "House Kovachev will never swear fealty to you, nor will any true northerner. You will pay, and in time the Kingdoms of Hanseti and Ruska will stand once again to fight you!"

[Taketheshot 3834]

The eastern Haensetic soldier Oyama Konyo slowly knelt down into the light dusting of snow upon Karlsburg stone square. He removed his plate chestpiece setting it on the ground before him, carefully he unbuttoned his tunic to reveal his well toned stomach. Oyama looked to the sky quietly speaking "I have dishonored my family and ancestors with my defeat." Oyama Withdrew his steel tanto and plunged it into his gut before driving it to the side. Oyama's eyes widened as he slumped forward before falling to the side. Oyama Konyo, easterner warrior of the north. Was dead.

[func_Soap 410]

Rotger continues to wonder why there's such a mass exodus when most Courlanders have shown their willingness to cooperate with most of the existing Haensetian nobles. He continues to wonder why they're leaving considering Carnatians and Courlanders are at heart not too different, continues too because nobody's being forced to leave either.