Swords Into Plowshares

[ratlordmagic 1484]

Swords Into Plowshares

Writ of Abdication

 

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Penned by Count Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki

in the year of our Lord, 1966

 

 

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It was nearly fifty years ago when my father summoned an Impromptu meeting of the House and its many allies. It was upon that day that I ascended to become Count of Warsovia, a title I have held since I was but a youth of Fourteen. In my long tenure, I have seen and endured much- The Adrian Uprising. The Mori Invasions. The Frankish Wars. The perfidious attempted coup headed by Stassion and the subsequent war against Veletz. Yet one thing has been a near-constant throughout: War. It is my earnest and true belief that the times of war are behind us and that a time of prosperity lies ahead. That being said, I am not the right man to lead Warsovia and the Lechian people into this bright new dawn. As we cast aside our swords in pursuit of peace, it is altogether fitting and proper that I, too, stand aside and make way for a new generation of leadership. With this new peace that dawns upon us, let the young, those untainted by decades of conflict and cynicism, guide the destiny of our great realm. It is their world now and it is high time they lead it. 

 

Thusly, I, Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki, being of sound mind and body, do as of the publishing of this missive, abdicate my position as Count of Warsovia in favor of my son and heir, Krzysztof Pawel Jazlowiecki. May God guide him and grant him a long, fruitful reign. 

 

 

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W IMIĘ BOŻE

Waclaw Jakub Jazlowiecki

THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, Waclaw of House Jazlowiecki, Count of Warsovia, Grand Master of the Knightly Circle of Saint Godwin

[beetle 3315]

Marisol handed her favorite uncle a wine, "You probably need more. Enjoy your retirement, old man."

[ibiou 2397]

Looting was something the young lady JADWIGA JAZLOWIECKI was taught against, yet as she came back with CHARLES ALSTION upon a newly-stolen donkey, she could not help but embrace the buzz it gave her. The mood was high until she arrived at Nowa Warsovia; the hand that held the reigns dropping immediately with one swoosh. Her uncle's abdication was all the servants were talking about in the keep. Immediately did she make her way into the courtyard, dropping to her knees and squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands, clasped, went to pray. "Saint Tylos II, pray for us, for the dawn of a new era is upon us. May the Lechians prevail further than we have ever done before." 

 

The girl didn't know of her future prospects, but she was hopeful that House Jazlowiecki would continue to be prosperous.

[Itz_Cookie 1974]

Though she didn't make it to retire along with her husband,

Isavella Jazlowiecki celebrated the Count's retirement from the skies.

 

And she awaited the day they'd be reunited again...

[scarahpot 385]

Alicja looked to her Uncle, "Now the mantle has been passed, may GOD continue to bless our House." She smiled, signing the Lorraine.

[Traveller 2718]

Krzysztof was delivered the missive in his brief absence from his home. The red-headed man bounced his eyes from word to word, silently nodding. His bottom lip quivered, before his features froze up, and he released a deep sigh. "Tak! I will do my best, Tata.." He exclaimed out loud, much to the confusion and dismay of the courier.

[Olox_ 4318]

The spirit of Aleksander Wilhelm smiled at his brother from the Skies "Even without me you have done so well. Everything father asked you to do, you fulfilled tenfold. Know that we are proud." The Lord stated before returning to the other deceased Lechians.

 

 

[carebear 1291]

Calla von Theonus clapped her old friend on the back, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"You've earned a good retirement. Now, let's get so drunk we can't walk."

[Travisty 1021]

Dietrich read the missive, setting it aside before beginning to write a letter of his own to his old friend,

"A retirement well-earned, friend, and a visit is long overdue. I ought to bring my best liquor..."

[Gaea_Foundation 625]

Spoiler

nice.

 

[PecenyRohlik 421]

"Fine job, my dear brother," said Witold Jazlowiecki. "May you have some rest, after all those bloody years!"