Murmurs of A Haunting Letter

[Legoclub22 122]

 

A letter, sent by a string of courier birds, would find its way to the doors of the Vuiller Estate. From there, word of mouth would find the letter transcribed by those aware of the contents. Those copies, and indeed simple words of what the letter said, would inevitably find their ways into the hands of the public, and upon the cork of notice boards throughout Oren.

To the people of the Holy Orenian Empire,

 

      I have pondered, in recent days, what it means to be of noble blood. Is it some practical quality which sets apart the blood of a noble? Is it more thin, more viscous, more red, more blue? Does it smell differently? Taste differently? But I’ve felt the freshly spilt blood of nobility - felt it across my hands, between my fingers, and bespattered across my face before. It is the same consistency. I’ve also seen it drained by the bucket full, spread across floors and walls like fresh paint, soaked deep into garments, and clinging fastly to a sharp blade. Indeed, there is no difference in its pigment from that of the common sort. I can certainly say that the smell is indifferent to the source of the blood; a butcher house for swine carries with it the same rusty odor as a freshly carved wound into the body of a noble. Surely I tell you, I personally know the blood of a Princess tastes the same as the blood of a harlot.

 

     Whatever may differentiate noble blood from common blood, I could not say. It is, indeed, such a profound question as when does life begin? I know, though, that noble blood spreads through a family instantaneously, like a spiritual disease, once it is contracted by a single member. 

     Take, for example, young Lucien Vuiller, whose family I suspect shall soon enough be ennobled. It is a true shame, however, that he shall not be present to witness the crowning event of his bloodline. Perhaps, in the moment of the change, I may be able to witness some change in his free-flowing blood. Perhaps I should compare a sample from before and after. Or perhaps I shall leave the mystery be, and simply focus my time on making unforgettable the last memories of the young boy. That is to say, unforgettable in the manner of a battle-weary soldier being incapable of expunging from before his eyes the sights and sounds of death and evisceration.

 

     Solicitor General Rev Vuiller, I am sure that you would like more than anything else to receive your nephew back into your family’s arms. It would be a grave pity for the descendent of a Saint to be sacrificed in vain, much like the burnt offering of a lamb in a wildfire which no man shall ever lay eyes upon. There shall be no meaning to find in young Lucien’s violent demise, no answers to be had, no purpose to understand. In death, he shall be as helpless as in life. The innocent child, so coddled and sheltered from fear in the world, has received a rude awakening. The hope has not left his eyes, but I shall cherish the moment in which it flees his soul.

 

     Enclosed are locks of Lucian’s hair, a strip of his apparel, a small vial of his blood, and a precious little drawing of a “donut-donkey” from his pocket. More gifts - or shall I label them trophies? - will surely follow, as will instructions which you will be wise to heed.

 

     I hope you will make wise decisions in response. The ISA can not save your boy.

 

Yours truly,

The Pariah

[tadabug2000 4924]

Ravn Vuiller signed the lorraine cross, finding this mans actions disgusting and abhorrent as he seemed to be ready to kill a boy who just barely turned five years old. Disgusting and cowardly.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Duncan reads the note  and smashes his fist on the table in pure anger "THAT BASTARD AT THE TAVERN, IT HAS TO BE HIM"

[Frisket 4545]

*Nicole seemed shocked....almost shaken, as she looked over at her bed as she remembered being with him earlier.

 

She became angered and began sharpening her maced and soon went outside the estate to begin practicing on a tree

 

"Right, Time to show what family vyr are messing with"

[Harald 2875]

Rev Vuiller would get the note, the newly made Baron would get in his Armor as he rode from the estate