REBUKING THE RATS

[Publius 4098]

[!] As the olde Aaunic lands were plunged into chaos, word would spread from its Eastern Reaches. Soon, this missive would begin to circulate on the situation… [!]

REBUKING THE RATS

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WOE to the failsons of failsons, who would seek to become Kings. Your rule has only brought terror to its subjects; the Alstion legacy will be as autocrats failing to impose itself upon its subjects. You denounce us, as you did Adria, as you did Petra—playing victim yet again after a failed play at power.

 

YOUR Diet did not represent Aaun, it was a pathetic family reunion. The fact it is led by cousins who share a bed calling each other our King and Queen makes us sick. Such self reverence is idolatry, proven by your disregard for the Church and its authority at every given opportunity. We are left to wonder how long it will be until they kill one another, or when they shall conspire to kill one anothers siblings, and narrow down the number of claimants to their throne to a mere dozen.

 

WHO will be expected to carry this all out? More commonfolk and freemen will be offered titles to offer themselves to your slaughter, finally worthy of being your subjects. You have made a mockery out of your own ideas, of ‘exclusivity’ of ennoblement. What you want is to build a pyramid of barons and counts to stand atop of, but with no one of the working class supporting it, your facade fails to bring you any authority.

 

TERROR will befall your house, and all who would try to claim the Kingdom of Aaun. Cry us a river about how mortified you are - you yourselves employed Republicans and Paramilitaries to do your bidding in the past, only to watch your Confederation fall at the first Garmont assembly held on the matter. Rest assured, Republicans and Paramilitaries will be your downfall once more.

 

RELINQUISH your claims and titles, lest you be destroyed. We will never need to endanger an innocent again - we will instead find you on the roads, we will break into your keeps, and we will kill you all. You are but rats, facing down coyotes.

 

THERE IS NO LORD BUT GOD,

The Provisional Freeman’s Army

Edited November 18, 2024 by Publius

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Uncle O serene smiles in a moment of clarity within the stomach of the schizophrenic aengul Malchediael feeling some extra generations being milked out of the curse put upon House Alstion.

 

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He screams in the Hyper War.