A Mother's Love

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

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[!] A public missive is published and delivered across the Holy Orenian Empire, and beyond to the various Canonist nations of Humanity.

 

“To my people, the citizens of Oren,

 

Since the death of my late-husband, I have remained content in living out my days as a widow peacefully. I have contented myself with the idea that GOD has other plans for me, that my path to walk has taken a turn. However, in this last saint’s week, the talks of war and schism and strife have weighed heavily upon my heart. Where once, I had the ability to enact change at my whim, I have felt myself powerless to have a voice at all.

 

I speak honestly, as GOD wills me to do, and admit that I went to address the Grand King of Urguan. He welcomed me in peace, and we did speak upon on a subject most-important. However, I will not have my good name slandered by those who were not present, especially those with more unsavory comments to make as have been delivered to me in my own home. This war with the dwarves of the Grand Kingdom was started by the senile Emperor you all sought to depose, a needless conflict that went against the peace that Oren has been promised and deserves. It was my intention to seek out a method for peace with the dwed,, to see if I could not aid the Grand King in seeing some reason that we might not be able to mend the damages done by centuries of fighting and bloodshed. I worry now that such has been taken off the table, with the recent capture and shaming of Ulfric Frostbeard. However, it is out of my hands.

 

Our Empire, even with our inherent national pride, is becoming more and more unstable, in both structure and faith. The people need their leader, my stepson and his wife, to show them the attention and love they’re owed, not put their focus upon bloodshed and war. Even the concern of the impending voidal destruction of our entire continent has seemingly diminished, a darkness that is encroaching upon our very border as we speak. Confusion and uncertainty is still rife in this new era of the Empire, I plead with the Crown and government to provide the good Orenians the clarity they seek. Is it not better for our rivals to see us as a shining knight of chivalry, rather than a disoriented drunkard, making decisions at a whim? As the woman who cared for your own children, Emperor Philip, I pray you will see reason and consider the steps you take down your own path, if the unity of Oren and the progression of humanity is what you desire.

 

I speak to you as a concerned mother of Oren, a woman who has spent her entire life in service to the people and our country. My intentions were not ill-meant, but I can see how the perception can be set askew when context is not provided. You must understand too, I have seen the blood of my own husband spilled needlessly. If I can put a stop to that same fate befalling more than just him, I would gladly do so. Even in victory, losses can still be had and felt."

 

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Signed,

HIH, the Dowager-Duchess of Adria, Charlotte Augusta

[DahStalker 3692]

In a morbid dream of sweet chocolates and the scent of roses did the elfess awaken, propped up in bed as a hand came to clutch a rosary about her neck, eyes panning her room. A sharp inhale sounded as she found her desk full of blueprints and missives, palm sweeping across them with dire inspection. A light from a candle flickered to life and so did she read this copy with thinned lips and a glance toward the sky afar. "I-..." The usual witty remark she held remained caught in her throat and there she idled in thought, heart warmed with determination by mere words. 

[Toffee 2843]

Josephine Aleksandra roamed the upper balconies of Woldzmir, gusts of wind threatening to tear the letter from her fingers. She had been promised peace. An end to the dwarven conflict the late Emperor had thrust upon them, liberated from war and conflict by the new monarchs. Yet war bloomed on the horizon—if she strained her ears, Josephine imagined the deep boom of dwarven war drums shuddering through the roaring wind.

 

Let there be peace. She touched her fingers to a golden Lorraine hanging at her neck. Please, GOD, let there be peace, whether sued for by my mother or otherwise. Josephine had... other things to think of, to eat at her attention. Let another conflict not be one of them.

[Tulan 443]

"This valah woman is very wise, hopefully her message does not fall on deaf ears by those who so adamantly advocate for this senseless bloodshed against the dwed, it's time to listen to cooler heads for a change." Ruathar Indoren admired the courage to go against the stream laid out by the governing body of the Empire. "Velulaei y nae ilumeh."

[Carson 1165]

Solheim of Semsvannet pens a letter inviting the duchess to Hefrumm anytime!