TO THE FUTURE COUNT OF REINMAR

[indiana105 2137]

TO THE FUTURE COUNT OF REINMAR

 

 

Issued by the

BARON OF ROSTIG

On this 14th day of Wzuvar ag Byvca of 419 ES

 

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Your Grace,

 

You forget why you hold your titular Princehood. A Ruthern Marshal led the men of our Kingdom into the crumbling Kingdom of Sutica, the pride of your House. Not a Barclay, nor a Waldenian. Your people have reaped the benefits of our great men. You should be thanking us, your Princely Grace. For without our blessing, you would have remained a mere Count. It was by our own will the Ducal Union did not oppose your reinstatement as Duke. Should you wish to apologise for your transgressions, I shall permit you to travel to Vidaus, where you may kneel before the Baron of Rostig and kiss my many rings. 

 

This aggression does not befit you, nor does it befit your limp-wristed kin. Perhaps you should focus your efforts on leading the men of our liege into battle, rather than leave your duties as Lord Marshal to dwarves and mercenaries. The House of Ruthern wonders why you do not take this levy of yours into Imperial lands and prefer to bring it upon your fellow vassal during a time of feasting and merriment. 

 

You have shown your cowardice today, marching a group of armoured women and children to the gates of Vidaus. We can only wonder why you would refuse our most reasonable challenge. Does House Barclay truly not have five men able to wield a blade? Do you so fear the children of Ruther, that you shall not wish to face us without dragging up every incestous son and daughter of Waldenia?  Truly, your house has not been the same since the time of Manfred.

 

Let it be known it was you, Lord of Reinmar, who cast the first stone. Let it be known you, the Marshal of our realm, are so thin-skinned to allow the insults of a mere child to harm you so. We shall face you on the field, Barclay. Twenty of our best, against whatever twenty bodies you muster to face us. Our blades shall cut much deeper than the Baron’s words. Of this we assure you. 

 

Sons of Ruthern, heed our call. Let us end this feud. 

BY BONES AND BARROWS.

 

To the ladies I personally insulted at the Lifstala, I offer you my deepest apologies. To the House of Barclay, I have but two words to offer.

 

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F U C K Y O U,

His Lordship, Mikhail var Ruthern, Baron of Rostig

[louislxix 3066]

Vladimir Barrow var Ruthern could be seen approaching the Haeseni docks, donning an entirely black garb. Coming across a blonde haired, blue eyed man, he came to a standstill. The shaking figure asked, "Who are vy?" In which Vladimir replied, "Vengeance."

 

 

 

[Lickspittle 694]

"Boo!" cried out Borislav var Ruthern from the gates. "They won't stand a chance!"

[sarahbarah 5019]

Duchess Marie stares at the crude words penned by her own son's hand, her jaw falling open.

[meowcelina 222]

Dorothea Ruthern was in disbelief upon reading, her brows raised entirely.

[MaltaMoss 1771]

Within the walls of a secluded room, a young man grips the missive between his worn palms. Muttering beneath his breath, his mind flutters back to his lineage. A bastard, a lost cousin to his line.

"Purpose." He speaks, Simonei Barkov moving forth to press himself through the doorway, emerging out into the cool Haense air. Simonei rattled down the steps, abandoning the Barkov at his back.

"A Son of Ruthern yet."

[crazedpudding 2120]

Klara Elizaveta squints. "...He apologized to Sibby and Erika. That's all Ea care about. Though Ea wish he'd have spologized in person for insults said in person."

[CopOwl 1668]

Adele Emma Ludovar sighs, "Mea cousin is a ****.."

[MadOne 3386]

Dietrich looks at the glass chambers under Reinmar, which held the secret to their fast reproduction. "What do you say, Konstanz, shall we activate the vats again?"

 

Meanwhile Ruther's kin engaged in a campaign of bastard legitimisation to compensate for their weak numbers, (making many-a tavern wench happy in the process) a Metterdenish conscript, ignorant of the fickle nature of his relatives poured the Baron of Sigradz a cup of the finest Pruvian Port while another threw the switch that would possibly activate such vats.

 

Spoiler

 

[Burnsider 4542]

Gunter Barclay pulled off his helm as he finished teaching his beautiful wife, Matilda, some lessons in Waldenian pike drills. As he did, a courier dropped off a few packages, including the most recent utterances from the Rutherns. He read it over quickly and sighed. "My dear," he said to his ravishingly beautiful wife, "this is the discourse of the Anathema sympathizers. I wonder if the Ruthern manor in Oren we visited was abandoned because they were being entertained in Vidaus."

 

Spoiler

 

[Shmeepicus 3942]

Ivan var Ruthern prodded his heir, “see, told vy it was wise to leave! I bet those thick-skulled Waldenian scum were scratching their beards wondering where we were!”

[argonian 12838]

"Funny, because we DID take our men into Imperial lands. Into Kovitz in fact, where your traitorous relatives live. The ones you invited to invade Haense. 

 

Then we only went to Vidaus after your kinsmen led us there. 

 

Ah, but let not facts disrupt the cactus-green addled ramblings of a lecherous whoremonger. Just enjoy wagging your tongue before it's ripped out."

 

says Adelmar!

[Borin 5259]

"that old ruthern marshal was barely about... went on holiday for about four years too. funny fellow..." bishop viktor rambles "awfully strange too, that they would cooperate with the enemy one day and call for more violence against them the next to suit their purposes. Disgraceful too that they would suggest they hold power over His Majesty's right to elevate and demote nobles, a foul and... almost treasonous suggestion." viktor waddles about a bit, before raising an eyebrow "twenty? the legal conditions of the haurul caezk demand that those involved must be of noble, legitimate descent not bastards... they don't have twenty born of noble, legitimate descent! ridiculous, it seems the lord speaker has forgotten the law of the land"

[argonian 12838]

25 minutes ago, mkLouis said:

Vladimir Barrow var Ruthern could be seen approaching the Haeseni docks, donning an entirely black garb. Coming across a blonde haired, blue eyed man, he came to a standstill. The shaking figure asked, "Who are vy?" In which Vladimir replied, "Vengeance."

 

 

 

The encounter with the unnamed Waldenian remained just as imaginary as the marriage between Vladimir's parents.

[LithiumSedai 4837]

"Raevir peasants in the Outlands are getting uppity," Sir Daris Verethi explained to the Salvian sailors and the Whalers upon the Victory of Ceru, moored off the coast of Almaris on their latest intercontinental patrol - the men were fond of Outlander drama, particularly the latest missive, as Fausten utterly lacked such a type of petty excitement, owing to its lack of Ruskan serfs.

 

He exchanged an amused glance with his compatriot and captain, Sir Helsuren. Both, as elves, were old enough to remember that the Haeseni kingdom of the Outlands partially owed its independence to the Sutican Motherland, whose Waldenian, Alstreim king led a coalition that weakened the Sarkozic empire the Rutherns had been subservient to. Another Waldenian king, in his saintly glory, had also interceded on the famed Ruthern marshal's behalf to ensure a Canonist victory at the Rhein. Daris had fought there, in any case.

 

"Wouldn't it be funny if the Incorruptible King manifested again?" @argonian