To the Duke Godric

[Porkgasm 267]

A public missive is posted in the Avalain square, and sent by courier to Morsgrad.

 

 

To the Duke Godric,

 

Let there be no doubt, you are my enemy. I care nothing for the honeyed words of men in gilded halls, or kept warm in roaring hearthfires. I care not for the reasons of this war, or the half-truths or honest lies that flow as easily as water from men's mouths. I will know you as the man who has taken the greatest of us, and murdered her in cold blood. My cousin, who had stood strong and was an example to all, lies dead at your order.

 

And yet, even amongst enemies there can be respect.

 

I thank you for the return of the body of my cousin, that she may be honored and burned in the proper way, as is our custom. I thank you for the respect you have shown me, in regards to the rulership of Curon. And yet, I am not so young that I forget the scorn I received from your people in my youth, before this war, when Morsgrad forbid any of my people to tread upon it's lands over the foolishness and weakness of a man I only ever read about.

 

My predecessors had made many mistakes. Men of weak will breaking faith, breaking their word. Tarnishing their Honor. For that, I suffer the consequences of their Folly, and must restore my family’s name. I will not be found wanting. My Grandfather and namesake swore an oath to the Empire, and to the People of Curon. I will not dishonor his memory, or my people's sacrifices, or indeed, my own families sacrifices. I will not be swayed by honeyed words, or offers given by those who would look down upon us.

 

We need not waste each others time in meeting, Godric. I tell you this, also as a sign of respect. You have made an enemy of the Empire with this war through your aggressions. You have made an enemy of Curon by slaying one of it's greatest rulers. And you have made an enemy of me by taking a dear cousin before her time. Words no longer need be spoken.

 

IN NOMINE DEI

His Highness, Wilhelm II Devereaux, Governor-General of the Kingdom of Curonia

Prince of Evreux, Duke of Curon and Umbra, Count of Albion, Arbor, Avalain, Blackreach & Cyrilsburg

Baron of Alsace, Arisan, Frosthold, Rivia & Vasile, Lord of Bear Mountain and Blackden

[ferdaboy 3488]

Those titles aren’t yours, your Emperor took them.’ says Francis de Alba as he read the letter.

[Ankan 2875]

Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar leaned back in his seat, tapping his chin idly, an amused expression rooted in his face. He laughed quietly, a huff of air escaping his nose, placing the copy of the parchment back on the desk.

 

“I wonder if the Governor-General wrote this himself, or if he, with ball and chain, merely put his signature on a missive written by the politicians of Helena..”

 

He threw another glance at the paper, shaking his head in disbelief.

 

“The latter, certainly.”

[Narthok 10416]

“At least he admits that a woman was greater than he and his masters” Godric would muse from his halls his feet resting on a table as he’d jovially munch upon a chicken thigh

[BardMainHere 310]

“Time to kill you as I did your predecessor, then.” Augustus says, beginning another hunt.

[Cobbler 809]

Tovelm would begin to laugh before grabbing his axe on the way out of the barracks, “I honestly wonder if he read his letter before sending it, he talks with the disrespect of someone who is not only winning the war, though as someone who didn’t replace the position he holds thanks to the man he writes the letter to.” Tovelm would then make his way to the horn of Moresgrad, to call together the martyrs.

[BenevolentManacles 2232]

John applauds the young Governor-General’s diligence and penmanship. John had not had to lift his quill once, except to correct some slight grammatical errors!

[Esterlen 4499]

@Trenchist

 

The Premier of Kaedrin reads the missive in the Commonwealth’s secure situation room, tiny eye-glasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. His gnarled hands, messy with the salty juice from the Ruberni mud-crab he is sharing with Samuel de Langford, stain his copy of the parchment all over. 

 

“Ever read the Canon, lieutenant colonel? No? Well, somewhere in one of the apocrypha I remember reading a story on how the false priests of Harren prayed loudly on the street corners so that everyone might know how righteous they were.”

 

He pushes forward the document, placing a handful of the succulent crab meat within his slack jaw.

 

“These coalitionist gentlemen remind me of them, in their false humility. The Nordling chieftain will sign simply his name, making quite a loathsome song-and-dance about how humble and honorable and free of sin he is. He writes of the accursed, duplicitous southern lawyers and Helena politicians in nearly every sentence. Yet as with all of the Great Deceiver’s servants, he is to his core obsessed with meaningless sinecures and entitlements. In the very same breath, he preaches about the ‘theft of titles’ and ‘ancient rights’ as if some forgotten peerages are the most important thing in this world.”

 

“It’s a damned strange thing, isn’t it? This is a fine missive from this Devereaux ruler. I never thought I would see the day when it was somehow shameful to show loyalty to your Emperor.”

[Trenchist 864]

22 hours ago, Esterlen said:

 

"Ah, Mr. Armas, is that Barbarian chief, a minion of the Deceiver, expected to adhere to even one tenant of the Canon? In preaching humility and self righteousness they project the absolute opposite, phony idealism. It's the nature of the Great Deceiver (cursed be his name), hypocrisy!"

 

The bewigged soldier paused, a similar grimace plastered onto his face, albeit more to be attributed to the mud-crub he watches the PM bite down than to the matter at hand.

 

“They do declare to know of virtue. But by their actions and their deeds they fervently deny it. I pray that no fool falls for their lies. Mr. Devereux; I assure you, is not counted among them.”