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By Denodado, We Rise Again

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IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023

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THUS UNTO THE WEALD,
 

A son’s love for his mother surpasses the seas. It rises from east to west, into the hills and meadows, on a never ending path to ensuring her happiness and preservation. A son aspires to do what he must for his mother’s sustenance, her calm, her peace in the world. My mother is aching. She has lost her beloved, Prince Thorin, and too has lost her homeland, Hyspia. I  can do nothing for the former but pray, but I can do much for the latter, and thus I will.

 

DENODADO RISES AGAIN

 

RAVENMIRE SENT MARTYRS AGAINST THE SCHISMITES, MY FATHER AMONG THEM: We fought for Good to be victorious. To allow my mother’s legacy to die would be remiss. I shall do whatever I can to ensure the lasting legacy of Hyspian might, and preserve the great spirit that lasted in Denodado. As the only remaining Sovereign of direct Hyspian descent, I hereby, by His Divine Authority, proclaim the following reclamations of titles:

 

The Duchy of Pacazu

✠ The Viscounty of Banderas

✠ The Baronies of Arenisca, Del’mar, and Ramonadora

Preserver of the Hyspians

 

Furthermore, the Grand Principality of Ravenmire opens its gates for the Hyspian diaspora, wherever they may be. Whether they decide to land in Numendil or elsewhere, we shall ensure your safety and passage in the lands of Ravenmire.

 

Such is the will of the Grand Prince.

 

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HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Owyn I, Crown Prince of Ravenmire,  Duke of Pacazu, Viscount of Banderas, Baron of Arenisca, Del’mar, and Ramonadora, Defender of Dumacracy, Protector of the Smallfolk, Preserver of the Hyspians, and Acting Patriarch of the House Rostova


 

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10 minutes ago, HeyitsNano said:

by His Divine Authority

A Cardinal (Elim) wheezes when he reads this.

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"Nice." Spoke Cesar I de Pelear from the seven skies, who was proud of this half-hyspian descendant for keeping the titles alive.

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Airomar Amador drank in the Seven Skies as he saw what became of his descendants. He was a man much displeased in life, as he was in death. 

"At least I do niet have to live in this mess."

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"As if this bastard-born actually thinks he has any rights to what is rightfully ours" she sneered "Disgarceful. His mother isn't even related to us, part from a distant cusion that wasn't even mainline" the words spat from her maw.

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The Baron of the Oakenwald, Ser Peter Rovare, is proud to be a Salvian, where at least he knows hes free. 

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Meanwhile Isabel Rostova, nee Denodado had just returned from her trip to find out her son had claimed a large portion of titles from the fallen nation she once called home. "Bien for him, they weren't using them anymore."

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The former Viscount Dante Fontesar crumpled the paper, shaking his head, "He wishes to preserve us now?! He claims to be one of us but was never here, never here when the orcs killed our children, never here when our gates were breached and our people mauled, never here during this whole damned war." Dante spat at the ground, "He sat in safety while his half-kinsmen suffered and comes to us only when the danger has ceased. I have lived in Hyspia for nigh on 30 years now, and I have never seen a hint of him on our lands. Self-proclaimed Preserver of the Hyspians - we did not choose you, nor will we ever."

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Miguel cringes slightly but shrugs, scratching his chin idly. 

"He's a little messy but he's got the spirit."

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The aging Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven né Denodado (formerly Josef Denodado), would look upon the missive with interest and curiosity after being given it by his Halfling-sized Animatii courier. The man rubbed his cleanly shaven chin with his free hand as he thought “I will have to have an audience with my great-nephew about this..” He spoke to himself before looking out to the entrance of his shop “Oh Hermana, what would you do in my place..?” The older man asked to an empty room as he thought about his younger sister, Maria Denodado ( @Myrthe ), who had taken his place as heir to their family and noble titles. “You were honestly the smartest and most dedicated to the family out of the both of us..” Joseph added with a soft chuckle, a pain in his chest as he felt like he was the last of his father and mother’s children still alive.

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A talon's tip of a one Arianna Cobarde tugged through the missives surface; a tear left in its wake.

 

"They are still alive..." a coo rasped towards the undead beside her, some begrudging curiosity alit. 

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