To Godric from Ide

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SCRIPTA MANENT

 

To Godric of Morsgrad,
 

You are a man against the imperial cause and I wish to bolster your blades and warm your blood by adding my experiences at the gauntleted hand of the dynastics of Man. Let me regale you of Helton Hadrian Helvets, the man who, as nephew - I believe - to the failed Joseph de Marna, did invoke his imperial heritage and overthrow a burgher nation to bring it back. This state now a leal vassal to the Imperial fold, but one easily forgotten.

 

I wrote in depth but to much ridicule at the fulcrum of Imperial influence in recent years the following belief; the belief that I have seen during my time numerous men meddling with the sanctified offices of  the empire and rashly setting them upon their shoulders beyond their God-given right. I am sure you are a man of strict agreement; that men must be deserving of the offices they stake to hold.

 

But, to ingratiated myself and elucidate a necessity for action, I will expound to you a story most personalised if but only to elucidate why we are kin in a sense political and spiritual. With regards to the Kingdom of Kaedrin, it was not against a Rassidun Prince. but against the principles of a liberated and non-Orenian Government, that the armed men of the Helvetii-Marnanite dynasty revolted against the then-Republic of Ves. 

 

During a state of suspense following a failed Dwed insurrection, the Caer Bannite mercenaries, which was composed as such generally are, of persons connected by blood to the succeeding government and the imperial line itself, were present an assembly at the palais Varoche to the domestic government of freed-men and burghers; and when the assembly was at the height, on a signal given, the Caer Bannite mercenaries tore the Vesnian herald from their hats, trampled it under foot, and replaced it with a counter-cockade of the Helvetii monarch prepared for the purpose, taking any and all learned man to the sword to suppress any dissent from this usurpation. An indignity of this kind amounted to treason. It was a declaration of a state of war; and if men will give challenges they must expect consequences. But, as the blood of the empire ran through the veins of their regent-leader, there was nothing but condonation and coronation, the governments accepting and praising this leader by virtue of blood alone. 

 

Their streets stand a testament to this treason, with the blood of citizens spilled so vastly that the sound of life that had filled the streets of my Republic is gone. If one were to yell red fury in the streets, invoking some great curse to GOD or some other simpering heresy, not even the wind would dare reply. My family, numbering a dozen at their prime, were driven out by pointed blade to shores foreign or sent by this blade to the skies superior. All spirit and life is gone, the city dead through the venereal disease of imperial politicing. 

 

This is all, excusing the High Imperial, causa mortis through a sense of righteousness instilled from birth within the highest of human castes. The people of the noble stock are sensed to an original hereditary despotism resident in the person of a king of Oren blood. The monarchistic thought had not their origin in their figurehead, but in the original establishment, many centuries back, wherein the government was a military force to be reckoned with and deserving of all power they could so glean from the fields of politics: and this opinion did become too deeply rooted to be removed, and these Helvetii-Marnanite men, following the loss of their own usurpation of power within the grand imperial conflict (for the Marnan did die in vain), did see a common-folk burgher government to be one of parasites and plunderers too abominably filthy to be cleansed by anything short of a complete and universal dissolution. 

 

Not one glance of compassion, not one commiserating reflection that I can find throughout the reign of the four following emperors, has been bestowed on those who lingered out the most wretched of lives, a life cast from power for the want of a more nobler blood to command them. 

 

It is a painful thing when forced to behold a man employing his talents to corrupt himself, but the Marnan begets the Marnan and condones any and all as to keep his kith and kin in the seat of power - just or not, the spirit is not relevant for the result is the same.

 

I implore you as a man of principles and not of the syphilitic imperial nepotism to lay your axe to the root, and teach their governments humanity.

 

I am no man of swordship anymore, nearing my sixty-fifth year, but the blade of witt and cognition never dulls so long as a man takes it to the grindstone of discussion and debate. I do pray for a response.

 

Yours,

 

Ide Cardinal Ves.

[TrendE 1347]

"The only place that Godric’s axe will be laid is into the undead Emperor’s skull, for the second time. Ide would do well to remember his time in Guise.” Owyn Alexander Renai remarked as he read a copy of the letter, moving to the tavern of Morsgrad to meet with some old friends.

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Commodus rolls in his ash tray, believing Ide was cringey and had outlived his time...