On Diplomacy of Extortion

[Kholibrii 1211]

Natalie Julia Beaumont enjoys her tea while in the Kovachev roof garden, reading over the new missive. “Perhaps I should prepare donations for the ISA!” The young lady would state to herself, beginning to take notes of what items she should collect on the back of the missive.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

Old Man Corwin contemplated the Imperial missive, and the situation at hand. As he - to his knowledge - had never seen the newest Novellen claimant's face, in his thoughts he substituted it for the long-forgotten visage of an insignificant bureaucrat of old, of a once Imperial vassal turned rebel, and then ally envious of its former liege. The story goes that this creature, from a homestead thousands of miles away from the Imperial capital, had in his time taunted the dwarves to invade Imperial land and the capital on the very border, then in his machinations forced the armies of his kingdom to abandon their ally and former liege so that Urguan might bring disaster upon him. He recalled how this person then glorified these pursuits to his Imperial bureaucrat acquaintances, taking credit for Urguan helping destroy and replace their sovereign lord's very dynasty.

 

A peculiar fable, the elder thought; and though it had little to do with the ordeal in the present, he was occupied by thoughts of John VIII facing down an Urguani incursion, burdened heavily by bearing this mythical face instead of his own.

 

[Taketheshot 3834]

Balgruff the dwarf chuckles "Meh own people 'ave become retarded in t'ere later years, goin against oren wi' such t'reats. FOCK EM." He says throwing the missive into the fire with a fit. 

[grnappa 1230]

On 4/28/2021 at 4:21 PM, neoroseo said:

Athri Onfroi Belrose skimmed over this at her desk within Talon's Port, then read it more in-depth a second time. "Scared? They look a little scared. This is a very long 'I'm scared'. Perhaps I need to speak with them..." She commented to herself, setting the paper aside. "They'd better not expect help."

 

Mirabella Violet sat within her home, and the treasonous poet snickered. "Hah! They're funny. They think they're funny. I suppose they are a bit funny..."

Edgar Berhal, the Falconer of Eastwood, ran over to the rattling bird cage as he tossed a cracker to the rowdy parrot residing inside. "There, that should calm 'em down for a bit!" he'd laugh jovially.

[Roguechaotic 264]

Aeonn sits upon his throne pondering away at the thought of this coming war "...Neigh everything needs bloodshed...but of course for some it is the only language they speak....may the angels see all to a peaceful rest in these red stained days to come..."

[Minuvas 3193]

"The Emperor speaks with the wisdom of a learned and patient man, his father taught him well. 

 

It was the hope of peace in our time, but instead it seems we have been met with aggression. The Iron Accord has shown for the false 'defensive' document that it was - the accord cannot issue a joint statement because they cannot prove an act of aggression by Oren, one can only hope some of these treaty members are more wisened than to join their comrades over such puffed up claims. Yet we must hold little logical conclusion in that regard.  

 

These many decades have seen some nations seeking a bogeyman beneath their bed, thinking it would cloak itself in Imperial Colors. Now it seems we find that all along, the monsters were in their mirror. 

 

The Empire retains the moral, and literal, high ground this day. Let us look to the valiant Imperial State Army to ensure history will record this event as the farse of what it is 

[jolfrey 155]

On 4/29/2021 at 6:59 AM, DesiredBreakfast said:

Natalie Julia Beaumont enjoys her tea while in the Kovachev roof garden, reading over the new missive. “Perhaps I should prepare donations for the ISA!” The young lady would state to herself, beginning to take notes of what items she should collect on the back of the missive.

 

8 year old Wolfgang von Bachmeier also sips his tea while in the roof garden. "Bring me some more cookies!" he said, thinking that Natalie was writing things down for a grocery shopping list.