Response to a Feud | ENSWERP

[Crevel 7557]

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THE OFFICE OF THE BAILIFF

The Hamlet of Enswerp

 

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TO THE VIPERS OF VALFLEUR, THE RESIDENTS OF THE FRANKLANDS, AND BEYOND,

 

It was a leering suspicion that I held that the true identity of Bel Aurum was indeed a royal of the Petran lineage. The sophistication and manner in which the Gilded Quill’s author wrote suggested as such. However, recent information from the oafish and loutish Adrian Tobias has only confirmed my suspicions. I had not even put the authorship down to your sister, Helene-Olympe, until you implied it as such. Nary a decent man would want to step foot on the doormat of trickster-royals, not to mention organising thirty dirty rats meticulously on a doormat. You beguilers have reaped what you have sown, but I would only wish that I were the one to have truly done it so that I may inconvenience those who have inconvenienced my apostolic bloodline. However, it seems that the Vipers of Valfleur have attracted scoundrels worse than themselves who wish to disadvantage not only myself and those of Enswerp, but those who reside in your cobwebbed home.

 

I will not accept your barbaric sense of false justice. It is clear by your included portrait that you wish to, as they say in the sultry southern states, mog me. What you do not understand is that my physique is one that I have spent many decades maintaining. There is no other who compares to my imposing stature. My height is gargantuan, and the tallow that is displayed to the world obscures the mountainous muscles embedded within my figure. Further, my folds are washed daily of any sweat and laced with sandalwood oils to ensure that I smell fantastic as I perform the strenuous activities that make me so great. As we speak, your royal grandmother is laying salves on my ivy-ridden biceps and she is complimenting my vigour after a lengthy hunt in which I lifted a fleeing deer with my bare hands. I shall include a smaller portrait of the encounter at the end of my missive. You wish that you were me, however you are beholden to your uncouth and smelly nature. While my waist is inflated by that in which I hunt, your waist is inflated by the idle consumption of the lies espoused by your family. I will not forfeit my dignity to the slanderous accusations issued by those of your bloodline countless times before. You will see no apology. You will see no property. You will see no coin. The only thing you will see is Helene’s carrion being feasted upon by scavenger birds alongside the banners draped at Saint Daniel’s Crossing.

 

Feast upon the rats that laden your doormat and stay quiet little man, or you too shall face the Heartland’s justice. The Heartlands has no room for treasonous lords wishing to make their mark on the world.

 

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ISSUED AND PROCLAIMED;
In Enswerp, Province of Aaun
On the 18th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1985

 

His Royal Highness, Robert Tiberius Alstion

Prince of the Heartlander Confederation, Bailiff of Enswerp, Judge of the Heartlands

 

@Nectorist

[Nectorist 12869]

"He has erred." Adrian tells his henchmen as the reply finally arrives. "He is not ready to face our wrath. It is time. We WILL steal three bushels of wheat and a pig. We WILL write a strong letter of rebuke in reply. We WILL make defacing murals in his tavern. I pray that his heart is steeled to see the worst..."

[growingivy 3382]

Godiva sweats less now.

[MrMojoMordor 2413]

The goblin is at utter AWE of the missive that lies before him. Not only of the contents of the letter, but also the PHYSIQUE of the Prince.
Truly - the mental warfare has begun & Bon'Ox was not ready for it..

[tilly 5115]

“What the f*ck is this guy saying?” Renilde reads the terribly disorganized proclamation from Enswerp, trying so very hard to decipher the point in which the bailiff wished to get across. “There is no House of Valfleur - the titles were reclaimed by the Petran crown. There is no reason to be insulting my grandchildren, both innocent of such atrocities their father committed.

 

How is this man, one entrusted to justly uphold the law of the Heartlands, already speaking with such bias and hate toward people of the Petra? It certainly didn’t take long following his hasty appointment.” Renilde glanced to the latest issue of The Gilded Quill on her coffee table, anxiety rolling in her chest as the words of gossip began to ring true. 

[thisuserisok 112]

Helene is rather confused at the missive as she sits in the stables with her horses. She hasn’t seen Adrian since she was 14 other than briefly for her 18th birthday. The two didn’t even carry a conversation. 

 

Rather so, she also wonders if the Heartlanders considered her so dim-minded that she would hand out her own missives so loudly and publicly, especially if Bel Aurum wishes to keep themselves secret.  

[Frank_Dog 808]

Elsie Katharina read the missive saying aloud to herself, "Well she was the one handing out the pamphlets at the Auclair wedding. It was horrible for such slander to the bride at her own wedding."