The Mandate of Acre

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THE MANDATE OF ACRE

21st of Horen’s Folly, 1883

This information is made known.

 

 

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PREFACE

It is the belief of the reigning regent of Acre to establish the Barony as its own, independent nation. We claim no kingdoms, we hail no Empires - we are tradesmen bound to the fields we till and the families we nurture. This declaration bears no insult, it harbors no ill will. 

Instead, this document fosters the nurturing of a future. 

 

For well over fifteen years have the settlers of Acre sought to grow, have we worked to contribute to the lands enveloped by the purple and black. We have fostered care, we have bestowed charity, and we have given our sweat and blood for the throne. 

 

There are no regrets of the past, for only in the future do we gaze.

 

The Kingdom of Oren & its capital Vienne stands in the way of this, and thus will be met appropriately.

 

 

THE SINS OF OREN

Our grievances with the Kingdom of Oren have only grown since Acre’s withdrawal from the war, of which we were not to meddle in to begin with. Not a day of peace has successfully passed, where our villagers, livestock, or faithful levymen can rest easy. Men come and go, Kings and Queens falter, yet always find fault in the Old Ways of life. Community, hard work, and the humble life of a serf or lowly nobility does not prosper, still, in the supposedly modern Kingdom of Oren. Dishonorable men in powerful positions sow discord and strife through their actions, whether this be dismembering and cutting tongues of lowly peasants who wronged not even an insect, or forfeiting the life of one’s bastard son in fear of civil audience. 

 

The Barony of Acre has always acted in righteous faith, seeking to act better than one’s enemy in every aspect. The dogs of Oren have scrambled to wither the honor of not only themselves, but their families, and companions to hinder the progress of our sanctious and humble lands.

 

Furthermore, the government of the Kingdom is on its last legs, as of this missive’s publishing. It has become a withered, and corrupted institution filled with indolent men and women who seek none but the advance of their demesne and possession. The Barony of Acre no longer holds full confidence in the King, or Lord Protector and his Regency Council to forthwith carry the Kingdom onwards to certain success and a golden age of prosperity which we have so yearned for and contributed to for more than fifteen years.

 

The Kingdom is weak. Its allies grow smaller, and even its own vassals seek to not involve themselves in a lost cause, for the Crown has shrunk, no longer holding the weight that it once did. We urge the vassals of Oren to lay down their arms, for we seek to minimize bloodshed. Let it be known, that those who stand in our path shall be dispatched rightly, and faithfully sent to GOD. Our qualms lie not with the Kingdom’s loyal peers, but with the rotten Crown itself, who has seeked so sinfully to remove us, our way of life, and our very imprint on the world.

 

It is why we, the Barony of Acre, do seek to secede in full from the Kingdom. It is why we, the Barony of Acre, march against the capital. With friend, with neighbor, with cousin, and with sword. 

 

The Kingdom of Oren is rotten, a cancer upon Humanity, and we are the surgeon.

 

 

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I - As of this declaration’s signing, any and all levymen of Acre are recalled from the battlefront; their families and friends invited to the lands about. Any harm dealt to these great men and women will result in retaliation. Any man or woman who finds themself wishing to depart from Acre may do so.

 

II - As of this declaration’s signing, it is thus made that the demands of Acre pertain to the lands of the capital ceded over to Acre and its people. If refused, then war will once more be found on Orenian soil.

 

III - THE BARONY OF ACRE AND THE BLOOD OF DE VILAIN will stay with its titles, and its land. It will not be molded into a Kingdom or Duchy, for the life of a tradesman and farmer is superior to all things aristocratic. 

 

IV - EVERY MAN IN THE ACREAN LEVY, hereby owes the Barony or Kingdom which it was a part of nothing. If they seek to remain loyal to a Kingdom, they are encouraged to trek south toward Vienne, or in any one of the other cardinal directions.

 

V - Any dispute to these claims may be brought to the Baron’s attention, through steel or parlay. The honor of Acrean Hospitality has yet to be disputed.

 

 

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Wargoal:

Revolution

 

Attackers:

The Barony of Acre & Companions

 

Defenders:

The Kingdom of Oren

 

Proposed Date:

August 12th

 

Warpath:

Acre.

 

 

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Signed,

 

Sir Gustaf de Vilain

 

F.O.A. Sir Hannes de Vilain
Patriarch of de Vilain, Father Of All, Aurel Knight

 

The Bearer of the Stache, Otto
Bailiff of Acre, Constable of Castle de Vilain

 

Willem I van Aert
Duke of Blackvale, Baron of Pestilles, Patriarch of van Aert

 

Argus Romstun
Prince of Holy Orenian Empire, Lord of Crestwatch, High Commander of the Greyguard

 

SIR UFER
kHEDGENITE, TEMPLAR OF MIKE

 

Cynefrith Easworth
 The Ranger of Acre, Chevalier of Arichsdorf

 Lady Aloisia of Rivia,
Baroness of Acre, Wife of Gustaf

 

Agnes de Vilain
Expert in trade and Voyage, Sister of Baron Gustaf de Vilain

 

Lydia von Arichsdorf-Mareno

 

Dr. Emilie Macpherson
Surgeon-General of Acre, Ranger Inquisitor, Expositor

 

William Lucian d'Arkent 
Director of Intelligence and Warfare Doctor

 

Sir Louis Staunton

 

Alto the Patriot,

Son of Treble, The Patriot of Orenia

Orelia Irina Darkwood-Barclay
Ambassador and Chief Scholar of Acre

 

Grub of Acre 
Amature grill master, successful chef, protector of Musin, sleeper of bridges and gardens, one handed defender of Acre

 

Wolfgang de Vilain
Carrot Whisperer, Brother of Baron Gustaf de Vilain

 

Seaxburh of Arirchsdorf
Farmer of Acre, Guardsman of the Levy

Æthelwulf of Arichsdorf
Deputy Bailiff of Acre, Sergeant of the Levy
 

[Ryanark 2738]

Hannes finally set down his hoe that rested on his shoulder, and finally picked up the family's sword, that which his son after him would wield once again. Alongside each man of Acre, the old farmer's boy was prepared to give his life for his family, and community's freedom. 

 

"Oren Delenda Est."

[NouveauChateau 248]

"No Kings but us."  Seaxburh of Arichsdorf states to the fellow levyman around him as he stands watch at the Acre Castle.

[Gambit 964]

Æthelwulf would tap the hilt of his sword, looking to the East, to Vienne, and the future farmland he'd till once it'd been conquered by Sir Gustaf and his men, "Every man a king..."

[souleater007 858]

Behemoth rattles

Spoiler

 

 

 

[Mister_Gavin 567]

Gawain grills, flipping a porkchop,

"What a beautiful day to grill."

He said as he placed the 'chop on a silver platter recently liberated from Vienne.

[Irene 471]

The Acrean Surgeon-General let out a sigh taking a step out into the misty night air, letting the coolness wash over her to rid the troublesome thoughts from her brain.. 

 

It was time...

Everything she was prepping for would be ready.

[Borin 7645]

Bailiff Otto dances about in Acre village square, before scuttling off underground "Almost done! I need t'figure out a nice... new way to DEMOLISH certain manorhouse-shaped buildings"

[Cryothane 809]

"For the freedom of Acre, no kings but us!"
Agnes called excitedly, thrusting her fist into the air.

[Tide1 4535]

Willem 'The Foe' van Aert prepares to commit warcrimes. 

 

 

[Seva 624]

Orelia nodded firmly as she set about her work in the Scholarium. A healthy diet for the men. Medicinal herbs of greater potency. If she would have her way, her people would never go hungry, and never lose their strength. Even in the midst of battle. She gazed up to the window, a smile on her lips.

"A simple life for simple farmers. One day, we'll have it once again."

"No Kings but us."

[Javert 9628]

"IT IS HAPPENING IT IS HAPPENING!!" roared Javert Bojo as he made his way to Acre

[Malta 2811]

Valentin gazed over the missive one final time, a chuckle rising in his throat.

"The dance is one then! I've got to find my good shoes."

[CanadaMatt 873]

A mighty musin warrior sits upon his Pig stead on a hill of Acre " Yes's alls is goings to plans and hickorys wills strikes more FEARS into the hearts of the orenians" This mighty musin warrior would hold his BSK Medal in hand with pride yet his uniform has changed but his PRIDE has not. " MUSIN BRIGADE STANDS STRONGS! " Shouts this mighty musin warrior as he pet his pig " OINK "

[DISCOLIQUID 2702]

"I can't read!" complains peasant-urchin Opal.