LORELEI THE ADULTERESS

[HeyitsNano 1582]

 

 

AN OPEN LETTER TO ALL OF CANONDOM

 

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Declared by His Grace, Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria

on the 14th of Sun’s Smile in the Year of our Lord 2003.

 

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WOE UNTO THE FAITHLESS AND PERFIDIOUS! 

 

WOE UNTO SHE WHO DOTH SCORN HER VOWS AND DOTH STAIN HER HANDS IN THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT!

 

By the eternal Word of the Almighty, whose throne is set above the firmament and whose will is the foundation of all Virtue, let it be declared: The sacred oaths of GOD are unbroken bonds, sealed in the heavens and guarded by His divine justice. To sunder such vows is to blaspheme against the divine, and to raise one’s hand against the innocent is to tread the path of damnation most foul.

 

Thus do we, the House of Keen—steadfast and resolute, protectors of Ivoria—stand before the realm to lay bare the deeds of Lorelei, she who proclaims herself Countess of Enswerp, yet whose name now lies shrouded in disgrace. As guardians of the faith and servants of the Lord GOD, it is our solemn duty to uphold the honor of Aevos. Just as the noble Ser Meili Altwegg, Knight of Ivor, triumphed in an honor duel against the Countess and her paramour Wick’s champion, so too does this missive stand as a challenge to the very essence of Lorelei, whom we now name Lorelei the Adulteress. Moreover, as decreed by the Order of the Grail, we demand the swift apprehension of this Countess to be brought before the Church's Auditor, where she shall face judgment for her grievous transgressions against GOD.

 

Mark well her transgressions, for they are grievous and many. Whilst wedded to her lawful lord, the Count of Enswerp, she did consort with one magnanimous Wick Goran. Boldly did she proclaim him her "future consort" while her husband yet still drew breath, a trespass that doth mock both Virtue and heaven’s decree. And behold, not long after her foul declaration, the Count was brought low in untimely demise, his passing veiled in a miasma of contradiction and whispered deceit. Such shadows demand reckoning, for the eyes of GOD do not close, nor doth His justice slumber.

 

But lo, her own blood, bound by the sacred duty of truth, hath laid bare the greater weight of her iniquity. She stands accused of joining hands with traitors and rebels, partaking in the raids of Marna, where blood flowed like rivers and ruin was wrought upon the land. Yet fouler still is the charge that she did lift her hand against the most innocent of GOD’s creation—children, whose helpless cries were silenced by blade and flame. This is no sin borne of frailty, but a cruelty beyond measure, a stain that cries unto the heavens for judgment.

 

And what now of her house? What now of her line, sullied and broken by her deeds? Her kin doth speak of a child born in this year of her lord’s demise, a child whose parentage is shrouded in disgrace. If the Count was indeed felled by sickness, as some would claim, then this child is no heir but a bastard, begotten in sin and unworthy of the noble blood it would claim.

 

What now of her eldest son, whose name is weighed down by the burden of his mother’s transgressions? What now of Enswerp, a house whose banner is marred, whose honor is dragged low by treason, adultery, and murder? Let it be known that no deed of darkness can remain hidden, for the light of the Almighty searcheth all corners of the earth, and the truth shall not be denied. She is further denounced by her own kin, who can not stand to bare the grips of a usurper and sinner. 

 

Thus, by the will of GOD and the witness of the righteous, we proclaim: Lorelei, once Countess of Enswerp, is condemned by her own hand. She is an adulteress, an oathbreaker, a traitor, and a slayer of the innocent. Let her name be spoken only in shame, her deeds a warning unto all who would defy the divine order. Let the weight of her crimes cling to her house until it is cleansed by truth and penance.

 

We further call that the church consider the rightful heir, the good John Paul Alstion, as the true Count of Alstion-Eswerp, a fair and GOD fearing man.

 

The House of Keen, steadfast and unshaken, shall not abide such wickedness and shall not allow such wickedness to fester. No adulterer shall escape the wrath of GOD. No traitor shall endure beneath the heavens. No murderer of children shall find refuge from the light of justice. Let her name be struck from the rolls of the noble, and let her memory be a curse unto those who would follow her path.

 

DEUS VULT. ☺

 

 

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IN NOMINE DEI,

 

His Grace, Ser Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people

 

Brother Vincenzo, Chaptermaster of the Order of the Grail

 

His Lordship, John Paul Alstion, Brother of the ‘Countess’ of Enswerp

 

Her Ladyship, Arya Elizabeth Alstion, Sister of the ‘Countess’ of Enswerp

 

[Javert 9615]

"The astray descendants shall be brought to justice." Spoke Ser Meili Altwegg, "The Cheesemaker"

[brujera 1152]

Charles Ferdinand would perk a brow, as his squire placed the missive down onto his desk.

 

”These are naught but malice and lies meant to slander the Lord Wick and honorable Lady Lorelei. Only the most heinous and unrighteous would falsely proclaim the will of our Lord GOD to their own gain. It is a shame to see one’s own kin fall to greed and betray their Lady Sister.”

 

He’d dip his quill back into it’s inkwell, crumpling the missive into a ball.

[gavyn 1362]

Goran reads the missive with a quirked brow and tilted head. It left the Wick in utter confusion! "These men claim her an adulterer when she committed niet such sin? Odd peoples these Keens are, first claiming to be the chosen ones of G-d, ent now this?" The Lordling then returning to his Wickwald, decanting toilet wine and making candles, like he does best.

 

[tadabug2000 4918]

The little Lady Keen prayed, fingers coiled over the Rhodesian cross. "May she find GOD. Amen." As her prayer came to an end, she rose from her careful perch within the Chapel upon Mount Vindicus.

[MonteGiant 891]

Ser Gottfried would hear as this missive is read to him by Ser Meili Altwegg, he states his most solemn statement, "Such Adulterers are not fit to live under such a Holy Land!"

[MutatedPotato 67]

"I'll bet she held hands with another man. Tsk!" The young Lord Philipp Keen murmured a short prayer alongside his sister, signing the Rhodesian cross shortly thereafter. "Deliver her from sin, GOD."

[Security_ 2287]

Calaron Wick woke from his spar with the Ser Meili, his swollen cheek a source of great pain. The missive would find him in glum spirits, finding his brother posthaste.
 

“Typical of this Keen. Within halls he speaks in whispers, his acts most guile. Yet to the public he would cry out - libelous slander.”

[latte 2238]

"How false these words are, coming from a man fervently calling himself Godly and of Morals.” quipped that of the Grand Wick, Georgiana Wick. "One who must call describe himself of others as he does, may not be as much as he thinks he may be." 

 

"He seemed to have a problem with many people at the wedding, even using his own son to further his agenda! Tis almost like.. the Keen is jealous and had eyes for the Countess, but was unable to make a move."

 

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

"A pity. To claim they weep for the children, casualties of war, and yet to denounce another."

 

A Lord speaks, mindful. It hefts a pike over its shoulder 

 

"Like true warriors - what is one more to the pile upon the pyre? Victory, at all costs."

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Vincenzo read the letter carefully, his grip tightening as he finished. His voice rose, steady yet seething with zeal. "Lorelei has not only betrayed her family and people—she has betrayed GOD Himself. Adultery, rebellion, and the slaughter of innocents are not mere sins but abominations against GOD's order. Such wickedness cannot go unanswered. She mocks the sacred bond of marriage, the nobility of her house, and the virtue of our faith. Her path is one of Iblees, and she must answer to GOD's justice. The Order of the Grail stands ready to see her brought low, for no betrayer, no slayer of children, shall escape the Almighty's light." Tracing the Lorraine, he ended firmly: "DEUS MAGNUS."

[Pancho 4197]

"Alstion name spotted, missive disregarded. A bloodline of circles does not have any right to charge others," declared Cerrick Fenifaer, exiled Protector of the East.

[resurectionist 138]

Wild stuff.

Edited November 18, 2024 by resurectionist

[__Hergh 785]

Adelheide Wick’s tired gaze skimmed over the contents of the missive with a grimace. Pushing back her graying hair with a leather gloved hand she rose from her chair with a stagger. It seemed high-time to return home. “Mistruths from the mouths of mewling highborns, too much free time.”

[TaytoTot 1587]

Cynemaer Alstion-Enswerp looked over the missive, a sigh escaping him. “Seems I miss all the important things.” He grumbled. “I suppose John would make a good Count. . . and GOD I hope he is worth this, sister.”