The Demands of the Bereaved

[PerfectlyPeachy 1383]

A denunciation of the cowards of Savoy.

 

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A posthumous portrait of Leopoldine, Duchess-Consort of Cathalon,
depicting what she looked like when she was still alive.

 

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As many of you have heard, my mother, the Duchess of Cathalon, has been murdered. However, what you might not know are the vile circumstances surrounding her death. My mother was a kind woman, and over the years, while our relationship had struggled, she was still my mama, and I loved her dearly, as all her children do. I shudder at the thought of her memory being tarnished by the conditions of her death, but I know that she won’t be able to rest in the seven skies until she is avenged.

 

You cannot begin to imagine the immeasurable pain that our family feels, with the corpse of our mother sitting stowed in a coffin in the basement, alone, as she awaits her cremation. Something that I find to be the most disturbing aspect of my mother's passing is how, when her body was delivered to us and unceremoniously dumped on our doorstep, her corpse had been defiled and desecrated by some vile vulture of Savoy. Her eyes had been gouged from her skull, which meant our younger siblings could not say goodbye to her, they couldn't see her, because of her condition. She was strangled violently, her throat had been gouged out with the teeth of her own father, and a small group of Savoyard citizens had watched as her blood stained the floor and life was squeezed out of her.

 

They had watched, while my mother was being murdered, they stood there and did absolutely nothing to help her. I don't know your names, I don't know who you are, but I hope you feel ashamed of yourselves. I hope that this haunts you for the very rest of your lives, shame! Shame on you, you cowards! The thought of you standing there and watching my mother’s blood stain the sands of San Luciano makes me sick to my stomach. Did you find some abhorrent satisfaction in it? What was it about her that made you decide she wasn’t worth saving? Was it because she was a foreigner? Was it because she was an outsider? What was it that made you stand there and do nothing? Why was it that you thought her unworthy of life?

 

Whoever you are, I will make sure your names are plastered upon every corner of Almaris, so that the world knows how truly cruel you are. I demand justice. You have the audacity to call yourselves Canonists and people of GOD, but you are no better than the filth upon the dirty streets you walk on. The dirty streets she died on. 

 

You’re the same as the monster that killed her - she was his own flesh and blood. His daughter. All of you are murderers in your own right, purely because of your own spinelessness. You sicken me, and may GOD strike you down for allowing such a violent end to her. May you rot, and may you burn in eternity. 

 

I beseech His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire, and the Sovereign Prince of Savoy, to launch an investigation into the murder of my mother and to find those who stood idly while she suffered. I beg and plead that they be punished, and for justice to be brought down upon them! I demand they be shamed, and for all to know what they did. If even one of them had stepped forwards and stopped her attack, she might still be alive. I could understand if perhaps they were scared, or unable to physically match the strength of Vladislav, but they didn’t even run to get help - they didn’t call out for somebody who might have been able to save her. They just… watched, as if it were the scene of a play.

 

She might have been able to help me on my wedding day, to have watched her younger children grow up, to have met her grandchildren. Your negligence stole that from us. You have destroyed our happiness, and you let that vile man steal my mother’s life. Your selfishness will ruin you, and one day, you will suffer the same that we have, and I will laugh. I will laugh, as you are tormented and are served with deserved retribution.

 

This is not an attack upon the entire nation of Savoy. I know that a collective cannot be held responsible for the sins of some. But our family needs answers. I demand answers.

 

There will never be any replacement for my mother, and we will never get her back. My parting words to these cowardly few, you are vile rats, disgusting cretinous beasts. I pray you die in agony, as she did. 

 

Signed, Lady Henrietta Helvets.
 

 

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[kuerbis 3802]

Leopoldine, who was seen by multiple people as she healthily walked into savoy and chatted with the locals there, wept her own demise in he seven skies.

Self pity surely would be the only thing the tragically young Duchess would feel until her family would be whole once more. 

[MRCHENN 4741]

“She was on the brink of death when the subjects arrived, the witnesses of whom were mere adolescents, not men. Her wounds untreatable, all that could be done were her last rites, and should any of these young denizens have interceded, I’m afraid more bodies would have piled. We pray for your mother’s soul at the hands of the Dobrovian vulture, but it would be infeasable to assume any other outcome to be possible. Before they could even open their mouths in fear or soldiers arrived, the beast retracted to its shadows. Oftentimes, life and fate is not just, and grief will consume us, but we must not lose hope in our Lord’s plan.”

 

A loyal Armsman prays, penning a response.

 

“Yet do not fret, for an Inquisition will commence on these vile Vampyric creatures. You are free to witness their death when they are crucified.”

[Ramon 5186]

Father Fiodor lits a candle for the fallen Duchess in private, offering up a prayer for the sake of her soul. 

[Melpomenne 2032]

 

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A young woman, shrouded in ecstasy, marveled at the newest addition to her extensive eye collection. Especially content with those orb's peculiar dulled blue shade.

 

"All things can be reused. . a state of waste is no good!" 

 

Now glancing down towards the missive, she frowned. Though, staying true to her rhetoric, with the paper she refreshed a flame.

[gavyn 1362]

Mikhail coughs as he reads the missive, simply offering it a shrug in response as he ventures off to go have tea with an oddly suspicious individual.

 

 

[clonky 1976]

With the absence of her late-mother, Francesca Ada Helvets still required the assistance that only a maternal figure could provide. She wept for the grave loss, now turning to her older sister, Henrietta, to play the role of mother. She went unto her room and cried bountiful tears with her closest sibling, but she knew that Etta would persevere the best out of all of them. 

[gavyn 1362]

1 hour ago, Amayonnaise said:

Henrietta's youngest sister, Guinevere Amadea, paced back and forth behind her sister as the missive was released, a new short sword clasped against her hip. She remained silent as she listened to her siblings' weeping, her face steeled from anger and resolve.

 

"If He does nothing to avenge our Mother, if GOD does nothing to those who did this, I will take it upon myself, this I swear to you."

 

((Said in the privacy of the Helvets' own Manor, no meta))

((gonna meta tf out of this now, thanks for the rp material))