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THE PRINCIPATE OF IVORIA


 

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Let the Iron Hammer Reign

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7th of Harren's Folly in the Year of our Lord 2012

 


 

Per the Constitution of the Pontifical States and the Right of Subsidiary established by the Courts of GOD, 

 

I hereby establish a search for the following individuals to be tried in the Courts of Ivoria for treason of the highest degree:

 

1) Adrian Henry Sarkozic, ex-Archminister of Ivoria for treason against the Princeps

2) Heylise Brisset, ex-Steward for treason against the Princeps

3) Flynnigan Bluefern, ex-soldier of the Ivory Company for treason against his brothers

 

Others have been spared, as matters of relevance and mercy.

 

To be returned to Ivoria, dead or (preferably) alive. Reward to be determined, and all thanks are to those who lend their hand in the pursuit of JUSTICE.

 

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IN NOMINE DEI, 

His Highness, Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Count of Carolustadt, Baron of Ames and Kensford, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people, Steward of Mount Vindicta, Seneschal of the Black Mountains

 

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Randuinn rises swiftly from his seat, his hands crashing against the wooden counter with zealous force. "I have already been searching Lord Keen," his voice carries through the empty tavern. "Justice will be enacted in GOD's name, I will ensure it."

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A lone bandit would rise from his seat in the tavern as he reads over the missive. a hat by his side as he would grab his crossbow "Fortune favors the roads i suppose." he'd say as he gets up from his seat taking his hat. seems a long journey is ahead.

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"I pity them just like animals, each and one of them born too stupid to see what Ivoria offered them. They could have stayed as loyal dogs and be rewarded as such yet they betrayed us like vipers. Their hands are like fangs and their words venom. Anything that touches them dies and decays. Let all foolish enough to adopt them into their home fall by their own hands. Soon these people will realize that the viper's bite does not discriminate."

 

Arkel would say these words to himself in private before stepping out in front of the Ivory Company. He takes a deep breath preparing himself to speak before everyone he leads.

 

"Men of Ivoria! Let this be a reminder to all who dare stand against us! Let it be a reminder of GOD'S faithfulness! For the vipers have stricken and their venom has taken place in our bodies yet we have been healed by GOD and stand stronger!"

 

Each sentence that Arkel spoke became louder than the last. Arkel felt as if GOD himself was empowering his words, a burning zeal could be felt in all his words that echoed throughout the hearts of all who heard him. 

 

"SO READY YOUR BLADES AND RAISE YOUR SHIELDS FOR THE HEAD OF THE VIPERS MUST BE CRUSHED! RISE SONS OF H'OREN! GLORY TO GOD! AVE IVORIA! AVE KEEN!" 

 

As soon as Arkel was done he would assign officers hunting parties that would patrol through the states. He himself would lead his own as well. Once the assignments were done they would all ride off and shout "AVE KEEN!!!"

 


 

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"Look what you're puttin' yourself through here!" A soldier exclaims, tossing the missive onto the counter of his empty- of people and most furnishings, still- house.

 

Still, he says it with a little grin.

Alistair does not know what any of these people look like-

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"Heylise..." Charles Reye mumbled to himself. He was sitting beneath a tree, watching his sons play and skirmish, as he read the missive. Worry filled his heart; worry for the Princeps, worry for his friend, worry for his family. 

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