THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN-GENERAL GERMANICUS

[JoanOfArc 4604]

THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN-GENERAL GERMANICUS

FOEDUS VELEC

In the year 10 of the Age of Rights and the Age of Reckoning

 

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BY THE UNWAVERING AUTHORITY OF THE STATE AND THE REPUBLICAN MANDATE BESTOWED UPON THE ILLUSTRIOUS CHAMBER OF HEIDMEN, WE HEREBY ISSUE THIS IMPERIOUS MISSIVE, RESONATING WITH THE EMINENT VIRTUES OF HONOR, DUTY, LIBERTY, FRATERNITY, VALOR, AND WISDOM. WITH THIS COMMUNICATION, WE ENLIGHTEN THY READER UPON THE INTRICACIES OF STATECRAFT AND UNVEIL THE CURRENT AFFAIRS THAT ENGAGE OUR SOVEREIGN REALM.

 

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Regarding the passing of the Captain-General,

 

The Chamber of Heidmen extends its solemn announcement to the citizens of Veletz and the vast expanse of the Heartlands, conveying the grievous tidings of Duke Germanicus's passing. This unforeseen event has descended upon us like a sudden squall, casting a profound veil of mourning upon our hearts and shrouding the land in sorrow.

 

At the hour of approximately 3:49 PM HLT, as the sun cast its golden rays across the landscape, the Captain-General of Veletz embarked on a journey with noble intentions—to visit the Duchy of Adria. Guiding his steed up the incline leading to the duchy, fate dealt an unkind hand as his horse, startled and agitated, unseated him from the saddle, resulting in a lamentable fall. The aftermath of this ill-fated incident left the Captain-General in a state of presumed concussion, his once-commanding presence now fragile and vulnerable.

 

Swiftly, I, accompanied by my esteemed kinsman Gaspard and our trusted cousin Heindrik, hastened to the aid of the fallen Duke, as if we bore the weight of the realm's hopes upon our shoulders. We lifted him gently from the ground, our hearts burdened with a sense of duty and concern. With all the haste our feet could muster, we bore our stricken liege to the chambers where skilled physicians in the service of the House of Van Aert practiced their art. 

 

There, we placed our trust in their healing hands, hopeful that their expertise would mend what fate had disrupted. Yet, within that sanctuary of healing, a calamitous misfortune befell us, as a scalpel, driven by some unseen malevolence, found its path into the Duke's skull with an undue and fateful force. In a desperate attempt to avert disaster, another physician, acting with sudden and ill-fated resolve, inadvertently twisted the Duke's head, causing a dreadful crack in his neck that robbed him of life's breath, snuffing out his existence in an instant.

 

Subsequently, Father Ferrant arrived, bearing the news of the Duke's passing, and proceeded to offer solemn prayers to beseech the mercy of the Almighty for the salvation of Germanicus's departed soul.
 

In the wake of Germanicus's untimely demise, a period of mourning, lasting a day, has been decreed before the convening of an assembly to elect a new Captain-General. On the morrow, at the appointed hour of 4:30 HLT (4:30 PM EST), our assembly shall gather to fulfill this solemn duty and usher in a new chapter in the annals of Veletz.

 

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Vale, dear Germanicus, a paragon of kinship—honorable, valiant, and modest. May you now find the repose in the heavens that eluded you in the world below. Your legacy shall be etched in the annals of history, a beacon for all to follow in the years to come.

 

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HIS GRACE, Valentin of the House van Aert, Duke of Blackvale, Count of Pestilles, Patriarch-Dynast of the Pertinaxi, Heidman of the League of Veletz

HER LADYSHIP, Saskia of the House van Aert, Heidman of the League of Veletz

[ImmortalShadowZ 1306]

Godric ap Easworth would dorn the Burgundy colours for the mourning of the Captain General as he continues to farm the crops of Bonby.

[M1919 2301]

Death.

 

What an antagonistic thing, would you not think? The voice within muttered it through the guttural anguish of the thirdborn son of Valentin van Aert. He thought of the laughs, the pranks, the songs, and the hours spent up into the late night. How he had seen both of his brothers rise and stumble, how he had tried to learn from them both with the lessons that Fate had hurled at them all. Gaspard pondered the facades of life - the illusion of freedom and infinite highs that fill one with ignorance so much it closes one's eyelids. It is all inevitable; through it, the song of one’s Fate could be woven far greater through a merciless plane.

 

Doom.

 

That was a better word.

[Ryanark 2738]

Sir Hannibal heard the chapel of St. Arpad's bells toll so heavily, and he know whom it was for. He planted his sword into the ground, and knelt with his head to the hilt, in silent mourning.

[Tide1 4535]

"Taken from us too soon. May your peace not be overshadowed by times to come, my friend." The Marshal spoke and for once did not wear his signature hat, holding it up against his heart instead.

[MisterBlitzkrieg 1357]

Father sev Arsen lets out a cry of pain when he hears of the unfortunate death of his favorite nation leader, thinking back on the few but fantastic moment they shared 

"Rest in peace biggest boss man" lamented sev Arsen as he signed the lorraine

[Vermy 1484]

Duke Valentin donned the Burgundy, griefing the loss of his son.

[Hunnic 482]

Antonius, an aging survivor of the scattered Canons Regular, spat on the ground with bitterness upon learning of the Duke's demise. Perhaps he - mistakenly - believed this was the ruler who had banished his brethren from the realm.

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[Olox_ 4318]

"We have never spoken in private. If I am not mistaken we only shook hands once in Petra during the signing of Heartlander Accord. However, I believe he was a good man and God will allow him to enter his garden. I will convey my condolences to Duke Valentin and Gaspard personally if I get the chance." 

Heinrich II Lothar said to his council as the sad news from the Midlands reached Merryweather