A Cry for Help from Sutica; The Alstreim Question

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A Cry for Help from Sutica; The Alstreim Question

12th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 1772

 

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The Sutican council’s letter to Novellen detailing its decision and appeal to the Holy Orenian Empire.

 

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TO THE CITY OF SUTICA,

 

Following the legitimate Sutican government’s reponse to our private and polite concerns, Mister Corwin Alstreim has illegally sacked these justice-minded statesmen and replaced each with his sycophants in an act of objective tyranny. We wish for all subjects of the Orenian Crown and residents of the City of Sutica to understand the trouble at hand, and to endeavor through dutiful action and educated discussion, reach this civil and peaceful solution.

 

Even given his historied efforts to topple the Holy Orenian Empire as a soldier and commander, Mister Corwin Alstreim, by Our august graciousness, was given amnesty to find peace and repentance wherever his heart would lead him. The man’s heart, however, remains fixated on the destruction of the Orenian state and the violent death of the Imperial monarch’s relations.

 

Not but a week after Mister Corwin Alstreim’s assumption of office in Sutica, a package arrived by post, addressed to the Lord Selm, John d’Arkent, from Mister Alstreim’s office. Contained was a collection of effigies meant to threaten violence against the Orenian people and land, demonstrating a continued commitment to his cause predicating on war against the Empire and murder of Our subjects. Mister Corwin Alstreim, once a commander of the now defunct A.I.S. coalition purposed to destroy the Holy Orenian Empire, his membership and intent revealed by Mister Alstreim’s former colleague Ri’Haskir, evidently maintains this lost cause by his words and actions.

 

Profoundly more troubling is the disappearance and murder of both Lady Henrietta Alstion and Master Peter Amadeus, noble relations by blood to the Imperial monarch. This woman of prestige, wife of the Count Pompourelia and mother of young Peter Amadeus, went missing in the City of Sutica a number of years ago. According to a close friend of Peter, the young man set off on a personally important quest in Sutica just prior to his identical disappearance: to find answers for his dead mother. 

 

Following this second vanishment, the Crown’s foreign secretary visited Sutica to receive an explanation. The captain of the guard in Sutica spoke openly of the matter pertaining to Henrietta Alstion, revealing she was “mercy-killed” by Corwin and his personal soldiers. Given that the Lady Pompourelia’s physician’s records showed her to have no concerning problems, We can determine, corroborated by Mister Corwin Alstreim’s past membership and current behavior, that this was a demonstration of the A.I.S. coalition’s evil justification of murder: that those born in or faithful to Oren must be killed.

 

Soon after, a mentor to the disappeared Peter Amadeus ventured to Sutica to engage in her own inquiries. Happening upon Mister Corwin Alstreim in person, she was told with a laugh that the young nobleman may have died, but it did not matter to Mister Alstreim - and by the foreign secretary’s return, Mister Alstreim had admitted additionally to this murder. We can only hope that it matters to the people of the City of Sutica, however, for it is evident by his own boasting that Corwin Alstreim, with his demonstrated intent to murder and destroy Orenian people and land, is responsible for these deaths, and intends to abuse the haven of Sutica to perpetrate cold blooded violence in the future.

 

To prevent his further murders of Orenian subjects, most explicitly the Imperial monarch’s blood relations, and to prevent his oppression and exploitation of Sutica’s people in violence against the world, We ask for the surrender of Mister Corwin Alstreim and his personal soldiers to Imperial authorities. For the sake of Sutica and Oren both, do oblige, lest he must be taken by force.

 

May God Grant You Wisdom, 

Peter III, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Prince of Malinor, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Lorraine and Roden, Baron of Sedan, Vitzburg, and Sedai, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera.

 

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[Mirtok 2853]

The lands around him had recently been blanketed with a fresh layer of snow. The General looked along the interior walls of the Eye of Man, several highly disciplined lines of his Imperial comrades stood in waiting. From the distance, a young squire of the 4th Brigade came sprinting across the courtyard with a sealed letter in hand. After issuing a crisp salute, Alren would receive the letter from his comrade to be. He would take a moment to read over its contents, studying each word penned by his venerable Emperor. Satisfied with his understanding of the situation, he would turn to the soldiers standing perfectly still despite the bitter cold of the North-Eastern air.

 

“Grand news comrades! You all may yet feel a reprieve from this station. Pack your swim trunks, we are going on vacation!” Alren would chuckle to himself, pacing off back towards the grand keep of The Eye. The rank and file filtering down below to prepare their things for the potential campaign down to the South. To no one in particular, the snowy General would talk aloud.

 

“I’ve always wanted to visit Sutica, old Sabari sure enjoyed his retirement there.”
 

[Bawg 494]

The Rhenyari was mapping out his floor plan for his new medical bay in the Eye of Man before a comrade hurries him to the cold courtyard within the mountainous fortifications. After General Alren DeNurem’s statement, a sigh of relief escapes from his hot breath in the bitter winds of the North. 

“Finally, I get to be someplace warm. The dreaded snow and ice make me shiver to my core.”

 

He packs his Serpent’s Stalk salves and ISA standard-issue swim trunks.

 

“I don’t want to catch a sunburn laying upon those sandy shores.”

[Requiem 84]

Lord Castiel read over the missive from his mansion in Talons Grotto. He’d shake his head sadly. 

 

”How dreadful, Sutica draws Arcas closer to yet another conflict. . . for shame.”

[Jokinghills 825]

After hearing the news Velhrun would stop polishing his blade and silently note to himself "Ah, it seems that finally a chance to skewer some filth and earn glory for the Empire has appeared! Those scum will bow before our might!" .

[Fishy 2709]

“The mad man must be reined in!”

Declares the Governor-General

[sergisala 3451]

Edward Galbraith would start reading the document "I hope Mister Corwin surrenders himself to the imperial authorities, that's what would be wise to do in this precise moment, for the sake of the people of Sutica and Oren."

 

The young Minister would then nod in agreement to Peter III’s words before exclaiming: "Hurrah! God save the Emperor!" 

[KBR 2046]

The Secretary of Foreign Affairs sat in his office, frowning as he reminisced upon the conversation had with young Prince John, upset by the loss of his friend. Clenching his fist he continued in his writings, vowing to have justice for those lost. 

[BobBox 3798]

David Swint eagerly runs to enlist as all sixteen year olds should in Helena.

[libertyybelle 6187]

“GOD I hope severely that crooked old rat Corwin suffers for what he has done. Poor Peter.” Sighed out a distressed Mary Lucille, holding onto the last letter the young Pompourelia wrote before he left for Sutica. “I told you I would make sure your death and your mother’s death was avenged. I plan on doing just that.”

[frill 2277]

Fyrrathul rides his donkey at high speed to warn Corwin of the war-criminal!

[bungo 3965]

The Count of Pompourelia, dressed in mourning blacks awaits for three caskets to be shipped from Sutica to the Orenian capital, that of his wife, his son, and Corwin himself.

[argonian 14254]

“Reserved.” says Conrad, just to fit in. 

[KosherZombie 1772]

John receives the missive where he stands, amidst a few ISA officers outside the Bastille. The boy frowns as he reads it, thinking of his lost friend. “Peter Amadeus, we will deliver justice.”

[Scipp3r 451]

George Ulysses turns to his father in mourning "Where is our justice?”