Emergency Edict of 1875

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EMERGENCY EDICT OF 1875

 

By order of the Lord-Protector of Rozania, Peralien Maelstorm

decreed and issued circa 12th of The Amber Cold, 79 SA.

By the ascent of the Lord-Protector of the Duchy of Rozania, and the Grandmaster of the Jackalope Order, on 12th of The Amber Cold, 79 SA. The Emergency Edict of 1875 is written and authorized for both the Jackalope Order and the Duchy of Rozania.

 

Loyalty and Status of the Order

The Jackalope Order will refuse to swear loyalty or oath to the Duchy of Redclyf, any agreement or contract towards them is immediately considered null and void. The Jackalope Order will refuse to fight for the Clan of Mösu for eternity, as they will be blacklisted from their services.

 

Status of the Duke

The people of Rozania have lost faith in the Redclyf Government and the Mösu Duke. Duke Friedrich I Mösu will be considered incompetent and under-going a bout of insanity.

 

In part of this, the Lord-Protector of Rozania, Peralien Maelstorm, will assume regency. A decision from the three Baronies and one Lordship will be called forth to decide if Duke Friedrich I Mösu is fit to rule the Crown of Rozania.

 

Barony of Aurelius-Róża                             Barony of Aurelius-Sarissi

Barony of Maelstorm-Róża

 

Question: Should Duke Friedrich I Mösu be declared unfit for the throne and forcefully abdicated, along with the entirety of the Mösu family blacklisted and forfeited from any Rozanian Titles?

Lordship of Lo-Róża: Absent

Barony of Aurelius-Róża: Yes

Barony of Aurelius-Sarissi: Yes

Barony of Maelstorm-Róża: Yes

 

Friedrich I Mösu is hereby declared unfit from the throne of the Duchy of Rozania, and the entire Mösu family is considered illegitimate from any future claim on the Duchy. Peralien Maelstorm, Lord-Protector and Grandmaster of the Order will serve as regent until further notice. 

 

MAY GOD SAVE THE ROZANIAN’S SOULS.

 

Signed,

Grandmaster of the Jackalope Order, Lord-Protector of Rozania, Princess of Vortice, Baroness of Maelstorm-Róża, Dame of the Jackalope Order, The Chaotic, Defender of the Rozanian Realm, The Pumpkin of Rozania.

 

Baroness of Aurelius-Sarissi

 

Baron of Aurelius-Róża

 

 

 

[Asutto 2452]

"Didn't you just give him that title just a few saints days ago?" Pondered out loud Ser Trent Triceps.

[JediMaestro 244]

Rhoda Skellig emerged from her house in Redclyf with a yawn and a stretch. It was pleasantly warm this morning. A gentle breeze whipped through her hair, and as she made for the tavern for breakfast, she observed the bustling town with a smile. Merchants and farmers strolled the dirt streets, and music and snatches of lively conversation burst from the shops and emanated gregariously from the tavern.

 

As she neared the tavern, Rhoda glanced idly at the town notice board. As she surveyed the board, her eye halted on one notice, and she frowned. "The Sisterhood of the Lake?" she said to herself, "Now what could that be?" 

 

She looked casually over the rest of the notice board, her eyes glazing over an officious-looking edict from some has-been noble of a defunct duchy. "Who is she again?"  Rhoda wondered idly.

 

No matter. All was well in Redclyf. Rhoda wandered leisurely into the tavern and immediately forgot all about it.

[PrincetDime 143]

Baron Kokun Oleander Aurelius-Proudfoot sighs as he packs his never-to-be completed farmburrow. "Another new adventure... I should send a bird t' ma an' da... see how the Maiun is..." He gives a small smile as he thinks of his family back across the ocean, feeling less sad about the current events as he finishes packing. Was this place really home, anyway? The Duke had been kind, offering a land for a farm and windmill, but was it worth the turmoil? His first oath was to The Jackalope Order, then his second to the Lord-Protector of Rozania - both Peralien Maelstorm.

 

 

Though his time in the Duchy of Redclyf was short, he'd fairly quickly found his friends - and it wasn't with Clan Mösu.

 

No, it was - oddly enough - with his fellow friends and descendants of the Rozanians.

 

"Ma an' da moved a lot... 'fore they found their home... so I can, too!" A new pep in his step, he set out to follow his Lord-Protector of Rozania to... well, wherever the Rozanian people next called home.

[satin 7600]

Lord Dante Lo of Lo Roza wanders the desert, mumbling some incoherent frustration as a bird flies over head. He takes out a bow and arrow, sending the bird spinning to the ground; and, as he reads through the missive, he laughs. Could have at least TOLD ME there was going to be a meeting, Peralien... Would have been nice...

[spk 120]

Friedrich of Redclyf would be sitting in the tavern, feet kicked up on a table in front of the fire when the missive would be brought to him. "A bout of insanity? ...I wasn't aware." And with that, casually tossing the document into the flame.