A mind is sharper than talons

[Frenchless_fry 269]

[!] A lone eagle glides over the empty lands of Eastcliffe, a number of parchments upon the talons as it soars about traveling around long and far, dropping papers to the passers below, cawing out as it travels to each major settlement until it returns to nest at it’s home once more. These parchments read the following

 

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A Mind is Sharper than Talons

 

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Many years have passed since the founding of Courlands successor, Eastcliffe. While optimistic at first I was quickly disappointed with the first Duke Joseph and his inability to rule effectively. Abandoning his Duchy for Oren he left those of us remaining with the labor intensive task of deconstructing his plans and starting anew. I watched on the side as Andrew Staunton spoke to us claiming a birthright to lead Eastcliffe. He spoke of honor, respect, and chivalry. Foolishly I applauded him, believing in his hopeless visions and  protecting him from criticism time and time again from the other vassals. All the meanwhile our sister and brother vassals grew. 

The Stauntons inability to remain financially responsible led to our coffers being drained year by year. It got to a point where the Duchy of Eastcliffe owed three years worth of taxes in which I paid to avoid losing our home. Of course, when I speak of our home I truly mean the home I designed and began building, brick by brick. I was foolish, blinded for so long but I did find it in myself to finally demand assistance.

 

The Duke has responsibilities to our Capital Nation; Sutica. He is required to attend the council and vassal meetings to represent Eastcliffe, their needs, and their progress. Due to either shame or lack of care, Andrew Staunton has neglected his duties.  I have attended to demonstrate that we hold the ability to want change. Rumors spread that the current Duke has fallen ill, or simply died, when that’s not the case, he lacks the motivation to come to meetings and lead the duchy which the Duke holds the responsibility to lead and govern. A new eagle flies high above Eastcliffe needing and calling for a new successor.

 

I, Aramis Lavigne, Challenge you Andrew Staunton, for the betterment of Eastcliffe, to remove the plague which you’ve left upon claiming the Dukedom, to create a new image, to create something worth leading, I challenge for change.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                               Council Member of Eastcliffe

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Sutican Diplomat

 

[Crows 118]

Methas would twirl his mustache "hrm yes"

 

[Anbennar 2351]

yes, good.

[Shezept 304]

Mil Uialben hears of this news as she reads nodding her head in approval handing out the Royal stamp of approval "You get ONE stamp, only ONE"

[AntonySkilled 111]

Felipe would read over the letter picking at the edges "And so the challenge is official. Let Them Face The Flood and the victor shall rule Eastcliffe." Felipe looks out the window anxious for the vassal meeting later.

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Tiberius John Hartcold scoffs as a messenger reads the letter towards him as the Hartcold's squire began tightening the straps upon the nobles armour "A foreigner can not claim someone's birth right, nor can a traitor get away with such actions - we shall meet in the field scum and your blood shall be spilled"

[Space_Gene 455]

*Marianne'a Visconti would sit at her balcony and let out a faint giggle as she hears the news*

[growingivy 3382]

Athri heard word of this, simply thinking 'The f*ck they doing over there?'

[StrongBear 1239]

The Palmer looks over the letter, a smirk growing over her Visage. "I'm proud of you Aramis, I know you will do this justice!" The woman slides the letter away before returning to what she was previously working on.

[Javert 9615]

"Finally, some action in the South." He says, awaiting to hear what else is to come

[DukeofZufenburg 61]

Domonic furrowed his brow as he thought to remember when the last time he saw a staunton was. "Ive seen miss Aramis about but ive not seen any stauntons in quite some time.....If they believe they are the rightfull rulers then perhaps they should show up to the held meetings"

[Setsuko_ 308]

Elias read the letter slowly as he sat in his office. Ames stood beside him, reading over his shoulder. The man began to cough, Ames patting his back as he tried to catch his breath in between coughs. Thoughts, Ames?

 

Ames looked at the letter a moment more before using his cane to straighten his stance, retrieving a cloth from his pocket for Elias to wipe his mouth with. We should listen to both decides before making a decision.

 

Elias gave a chuckle as he wiped his mouth, wincing as the blood stained the cloth. Ever the judge huh? This will be an interesting meeting for sure.

[Twinny 1622]

The Countess of Sarissa lofts a hand, sifting through her silvery locks- mostly out of confusion as to why her mercenaries were boasting about 'whacking a duke', though she sends congratulations to the new Duchess- though mid way through she spoke: "The body count is.. truly increasing for the mercenaries. Though, i see no one complaining."

 

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((mercs go brrr, love you though Stan))