A Missive to Sun's Smile Hold

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“Let our enemies be given a swift ascent to the skies above.”

- Ilya Ivanovich Praying before the Sun Smile War -

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   On the eve of the 5th of Sigismund’s End, in the year of our lord 1685, the forces of Styria mustered. Streltski and Waldenian men and women rallied together, hosting their respective colors, and bearing their own arms. The time of talking was over and the clarion call sounded to the men and women of the Margraviate, the smell of incense and metallic sounds of iron filled the air around castle Vilcaz. Their target, the hold of Sun’s Smile. A rider would make his way to the castle, delivering a missive as follows.

 

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TO YOU SQUATTERS AND PISSANTS ON OUR LAND

 

   It is with mercy the acting council of Styria in his lordships stead has deemed you miscreants with a demand. Surrender your arms and leave the land and its surroundings of Sun’s Smile Hold. You are given three saint’s hours to make a response, if you fail to do so, GOD have mercy on you.

 

It is hereby decreed:

- The Lands of Sun’s Smile Hold are to be seized on the authority of Styria and the Empire as a whole.

- The inhabitants of Sun’s Smile Hold, and any who ally with them, to be enemies to the Margraviate of Styria.

- The Master of Sun’s Smile Hold must surrender himself to the mercy of Styria, and be tried within the Imperial Courts of the Empire.

 

BE IT SO,

Approved by,

Konyves Ivanovich - Margrave of Styria, Baron of Vilacz, Titular Duke of Krajia, Titular Baron of Vsenk, Imperial Knight of the Realm

 

Drafted by,

Syd Kreznov - Council Member of Diplomacy and Calligraphy

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Hans Rovin, the [upcoming] famed mercenary readies a new set of plate and grips upon his polehammer, ready for to enact glorious anschluss upon the currs.

”Vernichte die feiglingen! Sie werden zugrunde gehen!”

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Bogdan readies the streltsy, replacing their hoes and pitch forks with swords and maces.

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Preparing his mighty axe, the Rzeki listened to the news.

“They lack the numbers, this should be easy..”

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Zvonomir took a hefty mace from the hands of his liege, Ser Bogdan, ushering these words in his botch tongue, “Godan is Raev and, he will be making protect of us!” 

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1 hour ago, Aelfread said:

Zvonomir took a hefty mace from the hands of his liege, Ser Bogdan, ushering these words in his botch tongue, “Godan is Raev and, he will be making protect of us!” 

 

Feliks hefted their greatsword out of the sheathe they rested onto the ground, raising it high in a two-handed grip and giving a great “URA!” at his brother Zvonomir's words.