THE BLOOD RAVEN'S END

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The Blood Raven’s End.

 

A rendition of Queen Johanna ‘The Resolute’

By Alexandre III d’Aryn

 

 

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14TH OF HARREN’S FOLLY, 1835.

 

Her Royal Majesty, Johanna I, By the Grace of God, Queen of Sutica and Queen in Atheran Salvus, Princess of Merryweather, Countess of Sarissa, Sovereign Lady of New Ceru, Lady of Blackwater and Brynnrose does hereby publish the following document to be the Will and Testament of the Royal Sutican Monarch in all claims of legitimacy and succession. 

 

Should this letter be made public, presume me dead by some force of nature or another, and may the articles of this document be dutifully enforced. Cancers plague me but my will is strong - Eternal - as is the Sutican spirit shall be remembered as forevermore. 

 

I part not as a Queen. So many times did I refuse that epithet. I die a servant to GOD. Born from the earth,  and HIS infinite wisdom, was I and to the earth I return - anticipating my splendid arrival to the plane of his all encompassing light.

 

We are all but men - children in pursuit of a shepherd. HE is ours.

 

 

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The usurper of an usurper is no different than a usurper themselves. Yet, when this usurper is surrounded by those with a vision: an arduous goal to change the affairs not for themselves, but their subjects, they are a Sovereign. 

 

When Prince Mika, despicable and insubordinate, of corrupt and unjust machination, took the laurels of Monarchy from the late King Corwin II, he was the antithesis of this cause - seeking power for his own satisfaction and not for the livelihoods of his subjects. With the reclamation of the Merryweather inheritance, we were no different than mere usurpers ourselves. But, we ruled simply: to see our Royal authority invested in a Canonist Kingdom from our pagan usurpers. We ruled not to usurp titles for our own gratification, for that would render Us a mere greedy aristocrat, not a Sovereign. We ruled for the freedoms and protections of our Canonist subjects. In its wake were there numerous reforms and prowess: it is only our hope that it has been sufficient.

 

The amalgamation of our identity as Suticans is a reflection of our Sovereign rulers. This is why we are no longer a Commonwealth of pagans, but rather a devout union of kindred Canonists. And it is evermore important that we have led by example, and not for our own partisan cause.

 

There is no greater test of Man’s virtue than patience and trust. For our people, this has been their defining characteristic, this identity the most constant than the many regimes this Commonwealth has seen. The dream of the Sutican is not so archaic in concept. The farmer tends to his cattle, yet amasses his family to enlist in the army to eradicate an uprising against their Queen. They continue to persist at all odds, because they are Sutican.

 

So, to our dear Suticans: hold faith, just as you have done numerous times over. A new dawn awaits us, one greater than our ancestors.

 

And it is with this final decree that We the Royal Monarch of the Cerulean Kingdom declare:

 HIS GRACE OLIVIER RENAULT ASHFORD DE SAVOIE as the Lord Regent of the Commonwealth of Sutica, poste haste.

 

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE CORWIN OF SUTICA as the Prince of Merryweather to the Commonwealth of Sutica, posthaste, a title to be held in esteem by he and his consort. 

 

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS CATHERINE,  PRINCESS ROYAL as the Countess of Sarissa to the Commonwealth of Sutica, postehaste, a title to be held in esteem by her and her consort.

 

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS SIR FRANZ, PRINCE CONSORT is hereby granted the honors of a dynast of Royal Sutican pedigree, bestowed the style of HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE FRANZ OF SUTICA, EARL OF SUFFOLK.

 

HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE ADOLF OF SUTICA will retain his dynastic rank as Prince of Sutica and is therefore entitled, as his children - grandchildren of monarchs - are entitled, to the style of ROYAL HIGHNESS. HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE ADOLF OF SUTICA, upon death of EARL SUFFOLK, will inherit the titular Earldom of Suffolk.

 

 

 

Spoiler

hi! im unfortunately pking a lot sooner than i anticipated. with uni classes ramping up, and my personal life becoming all the more complicated, i felt a forthcoming period of relative stagnation for me on the server. it is the duty of any community leader to know when the time is apt to step down and pass the mantle onto someone else. it has been an absolute pleasure serving as Queen regnant of a reformed sutica and I hope my successors are able to take it to an even better place than anyone could have previously deemed imaginable.

 

i have so much love for absolutely everyone involved in sutica.

 

thank you to the barclays, oren, hanseti-ruska, and our other allies

 

thank you to joanofarc, nectorist, lionbileti, lomiei, timer, and an immeasurable amount of other people for trusting me and allowing me to do what i could with the platform i was given.

 

ty to chenn for writing for me when i cba

 

staff, i beg you, step it up...

 

cheers, Axeluu

 

[Nectorist 12869]

Franz Sarkozy dips his head as he thinks up a small prayer for his late wife.

[Burnsider 4566]

Obrecht Barclay, Knight of Sutica, dropped a piece of paper into the ocean surrounding his city. As it drifted away and dissolved, he could see the words one last time.

 

To the Merchant's Daughter

From the Fisherman

 

A lone, stalwart guardian

through the wind-blown day

retires in the silent eve,

Southern Star rising over the palms.

 

I'll endure endless promenades

over the cerulean cobbles

with only this one hope:

You come too.

[Shmeepicus 4213]

Caspian prays that Olivier sticks around, then praying for the late Queen.

[MRCHENN 4741]

"The Queen is dead!" The tolls of Corazon's bells rang through, as the young d'Aryn sprung his heels upon its dirt floor, finally reaching the Ducal quarters of the Palazzo Aggrade.

 

"We've lots of work to do, Royal Excellency." The youth dipped his head to his liege, awaiting the rise of the Ashford sun once more.

 

((I expect my $10 USD for this post writing to be venmo'd to me within 2 days. information will be provided in dms))

[WrathOfQuacken 560]

"Prince Mika, despicable?" William asked himself as he read the missive. "It's funny, 'ow t'nation wos driven ent' t'dirt afta'  'e made 'is departure..." He added, then taking a moment to ponder over what'll happen to Sutica next.

[PixlHoopa 177]

Diona Fleurgrass tossed the paper into the fire. "I should feel bad for the death of a monarch. Yet... I feel no remorse. I have heard stories and rumors of the wind, of the pain. I suppose it is that they were a monarch that I cannot feel remorse."

[annanicole__ 2802]

Apollonia Abdallah frowned when she heard the news. “Thank you for teaching me how to treat others…” 

[ncarr 2806]

The darkness that had once plagued the young Infanta with fear falls over the Sutican capital, Margarita clasped within as she sat alone at the tavern. The cricket's nightly songs ring within her ears as her digits weave around a small, leather-clasped book tucked within her dress. With the small pop of a band that had held the book shut, the parchment within was unveiled to the girl. Although there was nothing new for her, having written every word and drawn every picture herself. Her chestnut gaze lands upon a Hypsian girl's hand clasped within a red-haired woman's palm with a tear forming in her eye.

[Mescaffier 6197]

"That took all of vhat . . . Two days after her marriage?" one Dame snorted. "Never 'eard of her til' then, but good riddance. Sutica is a stain 'pon Almaris, just as it was in the Arcas. Damn 'er to te' hells for insulting Mika!"

[Chase 3793]

High Prince Evar'tir Oranor leans back in his seat, gazing over the missive. "I liked the Alstriems." He lamented to himself, briefly regarding a locket of the Renatian Kraken, gifted to him by Corwin.

[Pureimp10 5691]

Patriarch Yaromir lit two candles in St Henrik's Basilica, one for each of the Sutican monarchs he had wed and crowned.

[Luciloo 2680]

"Teh fock's goin' on o'er there?" a Dwarf scowls.

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

Lady de Ravensburg lowers her head in prayer for the holy monarch before packing her things from the Sutican capital and to depart back to the court of her cousin, the prince of Sedan. While the woman did so, she’d let out a small tear for the woman. The Ravensburg would miss the s commonwealth, the nice breezes, the nice sun which touched her skin during the long days. All the joy of learning from the wise monarch.
 

But, it is time for a new chapter of her life. A new sun to rise.

 

[Kriaan 45]

Zachary Casablanca reads only the late Queen’s letter, favouring a swig of Auvgarian Vodka over the rest of the missive. As he downs it, however, the soldier exhales in a disturbing calmness, shaking his head. “May Godan have mercy upon such kind soul. As fer us, anchored down ta earth… I can only pray we make it through the storm that’s brewin’.”