QUESTION NOT THE CROWN

[3andD 1722]

QUESTION NOT THE CROWN

“Strength and growth come only through continuous effort and struggle.”

 

 

We pen these words with a heavy heart, laid low with fresh anxiety over the future of Our people. Not since the times of insidious civil strife that plagued the crown of Oren prior to the great Empire my forefather John once governed and oversaw have people so openly challenged the supremacy of the Crown itself and yet attempted to garb their criticism behind honeyed tongues and supposedly well-intentioned desire for change, aiming all the same to erode Our Throne.

   

    Yet as We write these words We are struck by how empty this parchment which the craven folk who have signed it - unable even to approach Us at Our court and look face-to-face  - lies. It is not a document to shake the earth, detailing the great tyrannies of an inept ruler. It is the bitter ramblings of a craven minstrel raised high above his station who is upset that We did not attend his wedding. Hark, We say, to these fools who question Our Throne.

   

    This missive, signed by these Councillors, accuses Us of allowing insecurity and uncertainty to fester. We shall heed their words, and end this state of affairs. For too long We have allowed this realm of Adria to exist as an appendage to the Realm; they are indeed to distant from the fraternity of Men. They prove this with their very actions - they consort with brigands and our rivals, offering open custom to the Reivers and the so-called men of Nottingham.

   

    The same Nottingham men who flew their banner when they attempted a failed attack upon my Fiancé while she was traveling with my Dragon Knights. These men, whom have signed treaties with enemies of man in years past. Such crimes shall not go unnoticed.

   

    How dare this minstrel question my Councillors when he openly aids and abets foul enemies of this Empire, a dark force who have openly made clear their attempts to ally with Our enemies and seek the destruction of this Realm.

   

    I shall lay low the apprehension of Our Adrian people. They shall evict and banish the men of Nottingham, allowing not a single one to stay within their realm. They shall join us in our battle against banditry, evicting and banishing the men of the Reivers and putting any one which they can find to the sword instantly. They shall offer up the Lord Demetrio to Our agents to be executed and beheaded for the crime of assault and attempting to murder one of Our trusted Councillors.

   

    I shall send my Dragon Knights with my full Imperial authority. To ensure this treasonous behavior comes to a halt. Should any harm beseech them, I will treat it as an act of aggression. They may put any they see acting against the Crown to death, or try them in Imperial court. You will give them full access to Ves, keeping no door locked from them.

   

    I shall obtain due payment for your attack on our Archbishop. You allowed a man of Adria to lay hands on a man of the cloth. For this, you shall pay the Holy See in Mina and Relic. No harm shall ever come to a man of the church under my rule.

   

   

    It is only this action which can restore Our Empire to its harmonious union; only by addressing the darkness within Adria can the Men whom We love as brothers and desire only to see live side by side with us return to the fold of the Empire and live safely and securely. 

   

 

 [!] Below is proof that Nottingham is an enemy of Man

 

 

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/173873-kazulrah-nottingham-defensive-pact/

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/173673-ghanyah-and-nottingham-buddies-for-life/

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/178395-an-open-letter-to-dunshire/

 

 

 

 

IN NOMINE DEI

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Antonius I of the House of Horen, Emperor of Man, King of Renatus, Marna, Mardon, Salvus, Seventis, Savoy, Courland, Santegia, and Norland, Duke of the Crownlands, Avar, and Frederica, Count of Helena, Carlostadt, Alamar, Frederica, Thesmer, Thelen, Lorath, and Cantal, Baron of Darkwood, Gravelhold, Pesha, and Eastcliffe, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, Farfolk, etcetera

 

HIS MAJESTY, Marius II of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of  Kusoraev, Dules, Ulgaard, Lahy, Sorbesborg and Slesvik, Margrave of Rothswald, Count of Karikhov, Baranya, Kavat, Karovia, Torun, and Kaunas, Viscount of Alamar, Baron of Valwyk, Rostig, Esenstadt, Prikaz, Krepost and Kralta, Lord of the Westfolk, Lord of Markev, etcetera

 

HIS MAJESTY, Ser Wilhelm Devereux I, King of Curonia, Duke of Curon and Umbra, Count of Cyrilsburg and Avalain, Baron of Arisan, Blackreach, Rivia, and Vasile, Castellan of Drakov and Blackden, Archchancellor of the Empire of Man, and Grand Knight of the Order of the Ursus

 

[Harri 4815]

daniel hates adria

[Enlightenment 2295]

Demetrio looks this over, dumbfounded! “Uh.... shoot!”

[Vaasek 224]

Deputy Speaker Philippe d’Orleans smirked at the reminder.

 

”These treacherous.... Hrmph...”

[SerFinnick 445]

Nathaniel sharpens his war-axe for use in the wars to come.

[Auriel_ 652]

(alright cool flex and all, but can you fix the font)

 

Auriel was flabbergasted!

[squakhawk 14038]

Illythia smiles, looking over to her large iron gauntlet of symbolicism. 
”About time there’s strong order.”

[Publius 4098]

Timeo, though disturbed by the missive, remains thankful for at least a response. Rubbing his neck, he would worry for his future.

[Chase 3793]

Conan Vallberg prepares to commit a hate crime.

 

[TankM1A2 840]

“Sort yourself out or I will unleash my squire upon you!” says Ser Carlovac!

[BannedGecko 59]

Time to kill Boyos

[amyselia 2962]

Emigliana sighs as she reads over the pamphlet following her brother’s own reading, staring with the same dumbfounded expression, “Uh.”

[sophiaa 778]

Theodosia Horen nods in approval, before returning to her writing.

[Guest]

In imposed exile, Ilya Ivanovich echoes the words his father Konyes once uttered after receiving the news.

“Bend the knee, or die Adria.” 

[Tidgemo 65]

An Adrian peasant pays no heed to the missiv, being far too concerned with his gangrenous trench foot, besides also being illiterate.

 

Across the Duchy, Jaspar LeMon weeps in front of a fire which is fueled by a painting of world peace he’d been working on.