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THE DISOWNMENT OF JARAD MUNNEL


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ANNOUNCEMENT of the PATRIARCH OF HOUSE VUILLER

THE DISOWNMENT OF JARAD MUNNEL, ONCE VUILLERIAN

 

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With the eagles farsight, we reign victorious!” 

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The Disownment

It breaks our hearts having to write this missive. After years of aiding, teaching and guiding Jarad Munnel in hopes of making him a great man of Almaris, we have failed. A once bright young lad, Jarad has become an oath breaker, a person who holds no honor to the oaths or promises he has made.

Because of his own lust for titles and power he has decided to break his promise against our House, his promise and oaths towards Myself and our brothers who have lost their lives such as Sir Duncan Vuiller (Glory to his name) and Lucius Vuillerian (later Wick). 

 

A person we hoped to enjoy seeing from time to time for the rest of our lives, a person we truly saw as a brother even if we were not connected by blood. Having even tried to be allowed to adopt them, by their own wishes even if we knew it was against the law some years ago.

 

To you Jarad, Believe me when I say. It breaks my heart having to write this, but as I told Ember once I got told of your sins and your breaking of the oaths and promises you swore you would never break. You picked this path yourself, and there is no one else to blame.

 

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As declared by,

His Excellency, the Patriarch of House Vuiller, Seneschal of Balian

SIR REV VUILLER, COUNT OF AQUILEA

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"It is not I who choose war, the peers were never consulted nor does Balian have a standing army, on the topic of promises well... I believe my abdication letter Spells it out clear enough that multiple promises made to me were broken." he would throw the missive into the fire "I have made my choice and yours brother."

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Luisa Galbraith sips her tea upon reading Balian drama. "You know," she commented to her kinsman Charles of Rivia, "it is funny when traitors call their own people traitors. But balianites never were smart - were they, dear nephew?" @wagwan

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7 minutes ago, Fie said:

Luisa Galbraith sips her tea upon reading Balian drama. "You know," she commented to her kinsman Charles of Rivia, "it is funny when traitors call their own people traitors. But balianites never were smart - were they, dear nephew?" @wagwan

Lord Charles of Rivia raises a brow somewhat disgruntledly "Im sure both of the Balianites that are still there are very angry at that dagger ear."

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Ember reads the missive afterwards, her expression cold.

 

"To only describe my feelings now, would be a waste. I was born in a family of hard workers. Something that most High Elven Families don't even know what that is. I only remember spending time with auntie Diana, eating her scrumptious chocolate chip cookies with Johanne, when we were of course family. Now it seems all that's past, It's true what my mother once said. 'Humans and Elves can't possibly agree on everything'. and sometimes we are as a selfish as prideful. My father is no different, he cared for us. And risked it all, I pleaded for forgiveness for him, and he couldn't bother to help himself. So my hands, are but rather clean. Don't you think Elena?"

 

Ember looks up at her lady in waiting, who nods to her palpable venting. A small tear falls from the Heir munnels face.

 

"We sadly have to now face our challenges alone"

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Hera Munnel gazed upon the second missive of the day.... She shakes her head, snapping her fingers beneath the missive as it caught flame... and she let it fall to smolder upon the stone floor. 

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