A Denouncement of the Dreadlander Threat

[Kingdom of Balian 730]

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A Denouncement of the Dreadlander Threat

13th of Sun’s Smile, 127 B.A.

 

 Issued by the Lotharian Regency

 

Opening Prayer

Conduct me, O GOD, in thy way, and I will walk in thy truth:

 

let my heart rejoice that it may fear thy name.

 

For those that walk in thy path and follow thy laws shall prosper,

 

And the wicked shall be driven like chaff from the earth.

 

O GOD, help us to learn from our mistakes,

 

Cleanse our hearts and lips, 

 

And through Thy gracious mercy so purify us

 

that we may worthily proclaim your will to our friends

 

And thus bring us all to Thy salvation.

 

Amen.

 

Harken, to the flock of Silasia:

It has been with great concern and sadness that we’ve been watching the events within the lands of our northern allies and friends, the Grand Duchy of Silasia, since the fall of the late Grand Duke to darkspawn and the turmoil and folly that has followed. We have been defensive allies of the Silasians for many years now, and it is with great concern and disapproval that we have watched them invite these so-called Dreadlanders into their territory. And now with the Exilic Kingdom of Numendil’s recent declaration, we feel we must now with urgency and heavy heart send a warning and ultimatum.

While we wish no more than to uphold our oaths of friendship with Silasia, and see them prosper for years to come with the rest of Canondom, we can neither excuse nor condone the harbouring of Brigands and Marauders, which is antithetical to the morals and good conscience of the Canonist Realms and civilized men. 

Thus, we send the following warning - comply with the demands of the Tar of Numendil, expel these Dreadlanders from your lands and allow the conflict to come to a peaceful end. 

If you do so, we will stand by you as we have in years past, with our good conscience and faith intact, in seeking favorable and righteous terms for all sides.

However, if you do not drive these marauders and brigands from your lands, then we must by our conscience join in expelling the Dreadlanders, for the security of these lands and the good of Canondom. This decision comes from a heavy heart but is one that must be made, for our good and the good of all the righteous.

We implore you, oh faithful flock of Silasia. If you are indeed faithful. Heed reason.

 

Signed,

His Eminence, Cardinal Ivan Lotharia,

Cardinal-Regent of Balian, Cardinal of Lotharia,

 Archbishop of Lotharia..

 

His Royal Excellency, August Benedict Temesch,

Amiratus of Balian, Count of San Adriano,

 Count of Martiel, Royal-Legate of Balian,

Militant of the Order of Saint Lothar.

 

HIS EXCELLENCY, Sir Marcel Elio Harald Vuiller, Duke of Aquilae,

Cavalier of the Order of St. Michael, Royal Sentinel of Balian,

Royal Legate of the Kingdom of Balian

 

 

Edited September 16, 2024 by Kingdom of Balian

[Andustar 4143]

"Heed reason," John Casimir echoed as he read the declaration, "I pray the Silasians will, for the sake of all." He wondered if there would be respite at all in the days to come. The shadow of war cast a long shadow, threatening to engulf great swathes of the realm. "Alas, reason is in such short supply these days..."

[Pancho 4197]

Field Marshal Cerrick looked to his Balian banners and looked to how they so readily betrayed their King and Queen who sacrificed so much for them "A pity, truly. The bravest state of them all, reduced to Ibleesian squatters." With that, he called for a messenger to send word to the Lords of the Dreadland. 

"Initiate Total War, My Friends."

[sergisala 3451]

"A wise response from the Regency of the Kingdom of Balian. I wholeheartedly agree with it. Ave Balian!" Father Marc said before signing the Lorraine, as he prepared for war.

[Enlightenment 2295]

"It is us whom are attacked! The half-elves of numendil came to us to fight, a poor plague riddened people, and they claim such is done in the name of god?" Mark Anthony spat upon the ground, "A cowardly lot, a lot whom shall be taught the wrath of god, for the meek shall inherit Aevos."

[LazyBacon220 600]

Nathannenel Eruedraith’s face hinted at a smile

 

“So there is some reason in the south. I pray that Silasia comes to the same conclusion that my once home has. War is not something I wish to see, but I will march nonetheless should I be required to. For my Creator, my GOD, my Tar. For Justice to prevail in these lands once more.”

He spoke, throwing some nuts and berries into his mouth from the day’s packed lunch.

[MapleSunflower 1889]

There was a soft pitter patter of rain against the glass window mixed with the scratching of a quill against parchment. A light flickered upon the desk, casting a silhouette of a young woman. The door to the quarters was opened, a servant entering to lay the missive in the figure's hands. With a dip of her head, she thanked the woman before unfolding the parchment to read it. With a hum, Kathryn Virosi gently pressed the paper to her chest and looked to the dark sky above. "May the Silasians find reason and wisdom in their minds. May God make them remember goodness and virtue in their hearts. They know not what they have done... I pray the little ones shall not be hurt. My friends... What a shame it must come to this." With a shake of her head, the Virosi rose from her place of rest and took the candle. Her soft features were illuminated by the golden light in the halls darkened by night. With parchment in hand, she made her trip to the Archdiocese Archives. Mid-stride, the brunette paused as she faced the full moon shining through the arches of a grand window. The sound of her voice was just barely above a whisper, and yet it resonated off the walls. 

 

"May God have mercy on their souls."

[MailC3p 2403]

Robert Bloodsblade, A Man of GOD, a Silasian but first and foremost a Dreadlander frowned as a bloody version of this missive was given to him from a fellow Dreadlander, fortunate to have partaken in the battles he hasn’t.

 

“To Denouncd the Dreadlander threat?” 
 

The man laughed a hearty chuckle, surely his fellow Men at Arms were joking, they weren’t. 
 

“we’ve not existed a full day and yet they wish to denounce us, when all we’ve done is defend the land of our overlords, how ungrateful they are of true canonists.” 

[Zqppy 918]

Earoslav Rostova had been counting his coins all morning, applying Earoglue to his mustache and filing his tax forums "Well the Word of the Pious are, woe to the enemies of God Allmighty, together in Godfrey we shall conquer, and in Owyn we shall pray" The Prince said tieing the cloth lid upon his Earoglue; he draped his robes stepping out to a new day.