ON CRAVENMIRE

[Masouri 2735]

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE PONTIFICATE:

ON CRAVENMIRE

 

 

EA SZALMAR TER MZIDER

“I Shall Not Falter”

 

 

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YOUR HOLINESS, DEUNORO I,

 

I write to notify you of a great injury against my honor, and indeed to all the Canonist faithful. Imploring your authority as a conciliator of nations under the Seven Skies, I compel your attention to the ill intent of these men of Blackworth and their serving goblin. I present to you my recalling of events, which I pray shall expose a stark violation of the divine Will and of the laws that faithfully govern the conduct of men. It is my belief that these wrongs must be righted, and that the saints shall counsel in favour of this appeal.

 

In the recent missive, Of Incompetence and Blood, the pagan Bon’Ox accuses myself, and the late Prince Alexander Barbanov-Bihar, born to the House of Alstion, of wanton murder. The creature asserts that we, under guest-rite of this Henry of Haverlock, assailed him and his own. A lie. We were offered no guest-rite, for we struck them down in the streets of the capital. His Holiness, Caius, spoke unto us in the halls of Kastell Lesanov. He told us of an insolent “King,” who had crowned himself without the blessing of the Holy Mother Church, and thus of GOD Himself. It was at His Holiness’ behest that we rode north on armed pilgrimage, two boys of sixteen, to bring these men back into the fold, and reunite their subjects with the Canonist flock.

 

We made to treat with the locals in the tavern, in which we met the late Sir Magnus. He boasted to us of how he and his comrades assailed our countrymen, murdering them as they worked their fields, for he had marched in the legions of the Anathema. The memory of the Great War in the Midlands is not lost to us. His boasts were met with a challenge, which he swiftly lost. As he lay bloodied on the ground, Henry of Haverlock and Sir Illatius, well-armed themselves, moved to intercede. In the resulting battle I dispatched Sir Illatius and cut the head from his shoulders. It must also be noted that Henry turned tail and ran, sobbing and screaming empty threats, as his men were cut down. We did not pursue him, nor the wounded Sir Magnus, and we made no attempt to assail the others that dwelled in the city.

 

Alexander and I returned to Hanseti-Ruska, where we presented the remains of this aggressor to our liege. King Ivan, GOD rest his soul, decreed his head be spiked as a warning to all others who would bear arms against the Holy Mother Church. Lo’ and behold, come the next Saint’s Day, Bo Rostova relinquished his false claim to kingship and submitted to Caius. 

 

I know not what became of Sir Magnus after our encounter in the streets of Ravenmire. The head taken from the walls of my liege, a request which was met with no protest, is that of Sir Illatius; not Sir Magnus as the goblin asserts. I pray that this mistake is the fruit of his subhuman wit, and for this I shall forgive. 

 

Yet I cannot forgive the call for the desecration of the corpse of my comrade, the good Prince Alexander. He, who fought in defense of myself and our shared faith, had committed no crime; no affront to GOD and his flock. They call for him to be exhumed, that his remains may be paraded in some sick triumph through Blackworth. They call for his head, for they could not have taken it while he still lived.

 

I cannot ignore the plots of Gaspard Winburgh, who wishes to murder me on behalf of his craven liege. The support of Henry, and the intent of Gaspard, were confirmed to me by Ser Lukas of the Order of St. Jude, a most pious and leal servant to the Holy Mother Church. This man of Winburgh seeks to avenge his father, Sir Magnus, a man in whose fate I had no part. 

 

And I cannot turn a blind eye to their housing of the Daelishmen, who have assaulted my kinsmen and men of the clergy both. I was led to their hold in the frozen north by a woman who was assailed by them. Ser Nikolas, a man of my retinue, scaled the walls in search of her belongings. He returned empty-handed, though claimed to see jewelry matching that which was stolen, locked away. 

 

These slights are grievous, and my mercy is not without bounds. I humbly request the intercession of Your Holiness, as the Chosen Vicar of God and shepherd of His flock, that these stray sheep may be guided once more to the path of righteousness. Should they continue in their path, and their lives apart from GOD, I shall be forced to deliver them to Him for judgment.

 

Spoiler

@cadazio

 

 

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WE COME AS CROWS,

Ser Belisar var Ruthern, Knight Paramount of the Marian Order

[Radzig 747]

Pavel considers what was conveyed before the coronation. The Raevir would bob his head as he read, gloved hands pressing at the outlines of the missive. 
 

"GOD save them."

[DahStalker 3692]

Yvaine Conradrine silently prayed within the chapel of Krusev, taking a moment to regard the incident in her prayer... She scowled, ready to raise arms if needed. 

[Worply 25]

Ser Gentry glossed over the missive he had approved at the Knight's Table. As he put down the missive, he grabbed both his sword and a bottle of Shiller High Life. "To our fallen brother, Ser Alexander." He raised his drink in a toast, before departing New Valdev to venture North.

[indiana105 5126]

ynw stefan prays on the downfall of the damnable goblin and his coconspirators 

[tilly 5115]

Sorrel smiles almost wickedly, it having been he who suggested going to Ravenmire that night to follow up on the suspicious actions of one John Valentinus alongside Bon’Ox.
 

The two had shown respect and honor to their Haverlock hosts, and at least one of the Legionaries had left with sh*t in their trousers due to the intensity of the meeting. 

[CanadaMatt 873]

Diedrik Ludovar would set down the paper as he looked upon the streets of Valdev remarking " Not only is this Bon'ox a pagen, and carven who would speaks ill upon a dead man who has more courage and honor this this... thing" hed say resting a hand on the pommel of his sword "if the craven shows itself in these streets, then swift judgment to this honorless creature."

[Javert 9615]

The Duke of Blackworth, Henry Arthur Haverlock, gazed upon the missive with nothing more than confusion and befuddlement. 

 

"I have never met Ser Lukas. I have never interacted with Ser Lukas. Furthermore, you have no great evidence that your word on this matter is better than mine. After all, you and your 'comrade' killed the only two witnesses to the event aside from myself, and Prince Alexander is dead. Also, your Princely friend threw a spear at me as I ran and it stuck to a market stall. 'did not pursue' my arse. Furthermore, Ser Godefroy killed a member of the Daelish bandits. Why would I harbor them?"

 

The Duke rambled on to himself as he read the missive, but ultimately he had nothing to fear. If the Clergy came for his testimony, he would give it without question or hesitation.

[Shmeepicus 4213]

"Holy shit!" Ivan Barrow shouted as he laughed like the psychopath he was. "Ser Belisar wiped them like dust from a table!"

[Tornaedo 1249]

Arthur would be sitting around the campfire with Alkinoos @Monster_Duck and Dmitri @Dcsword, while the other men were setting up their tents for the night outside of New Valdev, a messenger comes screaming out with the recent plea of Belisar and his hatred for some goblin in Ravenmire, he'd wave the thin firewood stick in the air and with a slight chuckle he'd say "We come as crows!" to Dmitri and Alkinoos.

[Rig 17580]

"Nothing ever happens," proclaims Relfyn.

[Xarkly 17299]

Villorik Patriarch Jorenus had little regard for common human squabbles, but his kinsman's rebuke did grant him some begrudging satisfaction.

 

He remembered well how, amidst their hunt for a vampire, their Daelish liegefolk bared steel against one of the Church.

 

"How the Light delivers," he tutted wistfully.

[Aeus 2653]

"They clearly are up to no good, the goblin even requested the desecration of a devout Canonist! I am sure they are practicing witchery and mean to use his bones to harm the faithful. We should form a mob!"

 

Exclaims the pious Laurent d'Anpalais after reading Ser Balisar's denouncement.

[seannie 7443]

Dragoons of Marna cross the River Constanz in the darkness of night, time was of the essence, for the forces that be would try to ensure nothing ever happens. Ser Belisar's open letter had served to further emboldened the Marnantine into action, affirmed in their actions as others learn the truth of Petran treachery. The Protector of Marna had promised retribution for such traitors, and so it shall be achieved, with more to come - a grim fate befell all.

[sergisala 3451]

The Marnantine Dragoon Alexander Darkwood wondered what the Protector of Marna would think about this matter, as he awaited further orders from his superiors.