THE ACREAN DOCTRINE, 1883

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THE ACREAN DOCTRINE

 

ANNO REGIO

1883

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There is no greater man to pity than he who has gone mad and believes his station and cause to be anything greater than the delusional machinations of his mind’s own creation. Be it a street beggar who proclaims himself the lost son of a king to any passerby who will listen, an ambitious merchant demanding titles and honors on account of some forged ’Aeldenic’ lineage, or a petty brigand who believes himself to be fighting for a noble cause, there is no remedy in treating with these madmen- only strict denial of their fantasies may have a hope of curing the ails of their cursed conscious. The petty robber baron of Acre is one such man, and for him the treatment is much the same. In his vainglorious quest, he has deluded himself and his followers into believing that they fight for some great cause, though what is it?

 

Could it be liberty? No, it cannot. Under Oren, Acre was required only to fulfill the obligations of any vassal anywhere: military service, following His Majesty’s laws, and keeping His Majesty’s peace.

 

Could it be justice? No, it cannot. There was no wrong done against Acre. None of their own were imprisoned, no unnecessary taxes, laws, or fines were levied upon them, and no incursion was committed against their titles, lands, and other properties?

 

Could it be their desire to live simple lives? No, it cannot. They enjoyed it within Oren, yet when seeking to commit their treason, they felt no qualms with hiring foreign mercenaries, consulting with foreign powers, and inviting foreign men-at-arms, much in the manner of any scheming court eunuch.

 

Could it be their code of honor? No, it cannot. They broke their sacred vows of vassalage without hesitation, abandoning the brothers-in-arms who had fought beside them for years, even at times in the defense of Acre. It is evident that they care not for contracts, fealty, nor friends, for they have readily broken and reneged them all.

 

What is it then, we must ask, that has driven Acre to turn its back against its Kingdom, its brothers, and instead seek this dangerous course of action? 

 

For the answer, we must look none the further than merely the course of his intentions. 

 

It is, as has been stated, pure delusion. The robber baron of Acre believes in some utopia where, by chance, they may somehow triumph over Oren, cement themselves as independent, and be able to live their lives as simple farmers. Whether this is a lie crafted by the robber baron who so deceitfully broke his vows, or a true fantasy he himself believes, only death shall free him of it. 

 

The truth is that Acre has corrupted whatever ‘pure’ pretensions it claims to believe in. It has engaged in rogue and petty scheming to invite foreign powers into its conflict, for it knows it is unable to stand alone. Should Acre triumph, it shall either fall willingly under these powers or be subsumed by them as a price for their services. Should Acre fail, it will beg these powers to accept them in, and likely accept terms similar to, or worse than, what they were given here in Oren. However, desperate, and knowing failure will come to them again should they move out of line, they will willingly join their liege’s wars, suffer any abuse that comes to them, and risk all to gain nothing. It is a story that repeats throughout history: a poem’s rhyme by those who sought to rebel against the Crown of Oren. 

 

Pity upon those mad enough to believe the words of the robber baron of Acre; pity still to he who would concoct them. In their failure to see the course of history, both its path and its present, they have made a grave mistake. However, subjects of Oren, let not your pity cloud your own good senses. They have used God’s agency to commit one of the greatest sins of them all: treason. Let us deliver the sentence given to traitors and allow the Lord the opportunity to judge their souls himself. I built your village stone by stone, and now I shall tear it down brick by brick.

 

 

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SIGNED,

 

HIS ROYAL EXCELLENCY, Elric Castile, Lord Protector of the Kingdom of Oren, Baron of Castile, Champion of the Crown

 

IN THE NAME OF,

            

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Frederick I, King of Oren, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Count of Mardon, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera

 

HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Vivienne of Savoy, Queen consort of Oren, forever August, Queen consort of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess consort of Ves, Duchess consort of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Petra, Oltremont, South Arentania, and Lorraine, Countess consort of Mardon, Baroness consort of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders and Farfolk, etcetera

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

Dame Viktoriya wonders ... What the **** is going on. After reading both papers from either side, she returns to Krugmar to cook for her bruddahs. "I have lived to see at least 10 Orenian Emperors live and die. This is nothing new."

[Olox_ 4318]

Maciej Jazloviecki glanced at the missive, singular tear ran down his cheek "Forgive me GOD for I have sinned..." He muttered as he squeezed the paper in his hands

[Froschli 838]

His Excellency, the Vice Chancellor of the Kingdom of Oren, Lord Thomas Galbraith stands by the window of the Chancellery and puffs one cigar after the other with his old friend, the Lord Chancellor. He then wipes a streak of sweat from his brow as the room is filled with the tobacco filled smoke. He then recalls his service in the Kingdom and prior to the Empire. Thomas then pours himself and the Lord Chancellor a glass from his desk and takes a sip of the cold whiskey. Thomas then thought of the battles he partook in and of the cheering of his soldiers during such time. He thought of Victory. And he shall think of it again.

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

Cynefrith uses the missive to wipe his hands clean from Oren blood. 

[Cryothane 809]

Agnes enjoys a little bit of chicken fried.

Cold ale on a Friday night.

A pair of jeans that fit just right.

And the radio uuuuup.

[MRCHENN 4741]

Fleeper Derfey smiles

[pkdon 2042]

22 minutes ago, aiden0023 said:

The petty robber baron of Acre.

 

22 minutes ago, aiden0023 said:

robber baron of Acre

22 minutes ago, aiden0023 said:

a lie crafted by the robber baron

 

22 minutes ago, aiden0023 said:

to believe the words of the robber baron of Acre

 

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 MAX LVL ROBBER BARON FORTRESS ZOMG

 

[XOCO 502]

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ratio + your coat of arms is off center

 

[Mikes Rhino 451]

Sorrel sighed, knowing he could only rest after all of Vienne was turned into barley fields. All of Vienne except the church, of course. 

[MapleSunflower 1889]

A woman tends to her little lettuce patch.

 

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Oh god your coa is off center ;-;

 

[tilly 5115]

Odessa rolled her eyes; this had been going on long enough and she was positively sick of it. 

[Tide1 4535]

"We do not inherit empires. We simply conquer them." A duke of Vilac blood comments.

[Jentos 9422]

"This is the work of the evil azdrazi." said a disgruntled horned creature. 

[satin 7600]

2 minutes ago, Jentos said:

"This is the work of the evil azdrazi." said a disgruntled horned creature. 

 

"Grr, Azdrazi." said a handless wanderer.