The Butchered Dog, Leufroy

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

A missive to the realm.

 

The Butchered Dog, Leufroy

 

 

“I’m not a man, I’m a weapon in human form. Just unsheathe me, and point me at the enemy,” – Prince Otto Tuvyic to Imperial Commanders before the final push into the Lotharingian fort.

 

It is the weakest of men who abuse the good will of others. Leufroy knelt before the Emperor and swore fealty, pledging his sword, and was gifted with a Ducal title without a moment’s notice. He was granted the office of Marshal, which he deserved not, out of the Emperor’s good will, faith and trust. Yet the man failed to understand that the world does not bend to the will of arrogant children. Instead, he threw himself at the Empire’s authority, expecting no resistance. He was thrown to the ground. His men, whom he cared for not at all but to wreak havoc in his name, should not be blamed for the negligence and ineptitude that their so-called Duke imposed on them. 

 

When his farce was exposed and he was commanded to come to trial, he lay silent, seething in his revenge. Surely he thought he would destroy the men who called his bluff, and bring chaos to the Empire where he once pledged to serve and make peace. His men retreated to the roads along with the Kaedreni defectors, becoming mere bandits where once they could have been men of honor and regard for humanity. Yet this is what they were destined to be, when they had a master who refused to tame them out of his own purposeful disregard for peaceful discourse. The men of Adria, under Duke Adrian, skirmished with the Lotharingians outside their castle for months, stalwart in their defense of their land and tenacity for imperial justice. They drove the Lotharingians from their keep with ease.

 

And so they came to hide in Guise, where they hid from the imperial patrols that so adeptly kept them from the roads which they had taken to harassing. They built a stone hut from which they screamed their insults, never once Leufroy showing his face. Surely out of shame.

 

Yet great men had the will to expunge these men from the land. Otto Tuvyic led the charge, followed by Adrians, Haensemen, Kaedreni, Crownlanders, Vintasians, Curonians, the men of Rubern, and others. Through Otto’s adept personal swordplay, unrivaled skill as a commander in tactics and strategy, and assistance from men of the Empire, the ex-Lotharingians were put to their knees. With Isaac Renault’s construction of the siege camp, the final blow was dealt within the month.

 

They surrendered their armory, butchered their own horses, abandoned their leaders, and left. Whatever resistance remains, if any does, is a farce not worthy of anyone’s time but small patrols. The fort, now called Tuvya’s Rest, in honor of the Rosebud.

 

Let it be known, the Empire and Otto Tuvyic, the Butcher of Lorraine, put down the dog Leufroy and his feeble insurrection.

 

[sergisala 3451]

"Finally justice has been made. Ave Orenia!." the Duke of Vintas would happily proclaim

[helldiving 5793]

The Crow would raise Svjetlast, the Blade of Kosan the Fox – his gaze fixated upon the scene; the Lotharingian fort seized before the war-camp that embraced Tuvya’s Rest. A missive would be penned after that by the Barbov-Knyaz, towards the Rhenyar of the crowsmoot, the Patriarch of his blood, Simon Basrid – it reads "I thank you for the tales, the legends of old raev, the tapestry of the past and the future that comes at last; let this be that future, a chapter to the feats of the crows, for this day the carrion blood rose." he’d conclude after signing, sending Rasputin and Rhys to deliver the missive with haste. 

 

[pokantu 48]

“Zhe Kaedreni Defectors?” A waldenian man asked putting his Aesterwaldian Helmet on “We’re no Kaedreni... Wir are Aesterwaldians...”He sighed moving off to sell carrots.

[thesmellypocket 1859]

Father Humbert, O.S.J., is shocked by the news. Humbert had resolved to try and hear the man’s Confession, so that he could receive the fullness of God’s mercy in the hour of death. In agony, Humbert pictures the tortures of the Void; lamenting that had he been faster, he could have assured the man’s salvation. He throws himself before a small altar and begs, with contrite tears, for the repose of the soul of the man.

[Baudouin 160]

"The fault is mine." Lord de Savin would proclaim.

 

"As the one who encouraged His Imperial Majesty to settle them in Mystria, I was the one who should have seen their treachery coming a mile away. I blame myself for this failure." 

 

[Emenzi 1069]

Andrik raised a cup of the finest Carrion Black in celebration at the siege camp, loudly exclaiming “All Hail Otto Tuvyic!”

[lev 627]

Laertes sighed heavily, his gaze being drawn from the missive to search through the shot window at the clear blue skies above. His face forlorn, he shook his head slowly. “Oh cousin, if only you’d stayed in the lands of wine and culture, alas for your hubris- that you might seek the fame and fortune of your forefathers. Such a wasted life. A tragedy.” The man, then tossed the writ idly into the embers of last night’s fire, making his towards the heavy bolted oak door that exited from his office and lodgings.  

[Plasma 39]

The Jackalope would eat a single strawberry, then burst into laughter.
”Damn, that **** sucks.”