The Declaration Morteskvan

[Crusteh 184]

 

 

IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD

577 E.S.

 

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LET IT BE KNOWN.

 

I WILL NOT LEAVE THE WALLS OF MORTESKVAN. I will not bend the knee, nor shall I run and hide. For I was born in this castle and I shall die in this castle even if the worst should prevail. The people of Hanseti-Ruska have fallen under weak leadership, they now tuck tail and whimper, bending the knee to foreign heretical powers. Rather than defending the land your forefathers forged till the last drop of blood falls from your broken brows.

 

I NAME ALL OF YOU CRAVEN.

YOU CRUMPLE LIKE WET PARCHMENT,

AS IF HONOUR WERE A FOREIGN CURSE.

 

I SPIT ON YOU. For you all share the heart of a mouse and the snout of pig, digging your dung smeared faces deep into the troth of imperial subjugation. Many would rather roll belly up into the norling boglands. This makes no difference; you are swine all the same.

 

YOU HAVE ABANDONED THE RUSKAN PEOPLE IN THE NAME OF SELF PRESERVATION. I would rather die fighting to the bitter end and crumble under mine own castle walls, rather than have my knee bent to Heathoneous Norlanders or some petty Heartlanders empire that besmirch the name of Godan, all in the name of greed and decrepit glory.

 

COWARDS!

DOES THE CROW HAVE THE SAME TEMPERMENT OF A SPARROW?

A CRETENOUS FLOCK THAT SCATTERS AS THE FIRST STONE IS HURLED!

 

SO TO ALL THOSE THAT WISH TO SEE THE END OF MY HOUSE; To raze the castle my Grandsire built into rubble; To have it shattered into dust and lay crippled far below the cliff sides of Vidaus? I challenge you. Therefore I declare myself, MIKHAIL ALEXANDR VAR RUTHERN, first of his name, the FREE DUKE OF MORTESKVAN.

 

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COME AND SEE!

COME AND SEE THE WALLS OF HOUSE RUTHERN,

COME AND MARCH THROUGH THE SNOW TRODDEN CLIFFSIDE.

COME SEE OUR BATTLEMENTS AWAITING YOUR APPROACH,

COME AND CLIMB THE STEPS AND SEE WHAT FATE AWAITS YOU.

 

WE SHALL NOT SURRENDER.

OUR WILL IS STEADFAST.

FOR WE WHO STAND FIRM SHALL BREAK BEFORE WE BEND.

LET ALL TRUE MEN DECLARE THEIR LOYALTY.

 

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IN THE NAME OF GOD,

 

MIKHAIL I ALEKSANDR VAR RUTHERN,

Free Duke & Lord of Morteskvan

Keeper of the Mummers Gate

Bearer of the Blackhand

 

[FarrStar 216]

Mikolaj would send a crate of arrows upon hearing about the northern brothers of freedom.

[SummeryGuy 73]

Upon hearing this, Grover would shout, "**** YEAH! WOOHOO!" *Insert bald-eagle cry and explosions*

[indiana105 5126]

"A true son of the Bonebreaker," Jan of Radovanic muttered as he read over the parchment. He weighed his options.

[Imperium 3495]

Kristoff var Ruthern smiles as he read the missive from his Northern kin, "By Bones and Barrows, do not yield!"

[Monty Cobra 921]

"May others find the courage to stand up for themselves as we and our Northern companions have," Mons remarked with great pride. "For none deserve to be so stripped of their freedom."

[Werew0lf 24180]

Sir Honk 'the Auspicious' lowers his visor and makes towards the Ruthern Keep, a ladder-crate settled upon his stallion in preparation. "Very well," is all that came of him. 

[_CraftyFox_ 26]

Katerina stares at the declaration in her hands, her fingers, long and pale, turning to claws as she grips it tighter and tighter.

 

A sharp breath, a hiss, and she gracelessly collapses backwards onto the fur-draped bed. Her limbs splay slightly, her wiry frame tense. The declaration falls over her face like a funerary shroud, enveloping her gaunt countenance in a thin layer of ivory parchment.

 

A voice rises from beneath the paper, a half-groan, half-moan, all venomous despair:

 

"A stupid, stubborn old ghost of a man, mea papej! Alvays making mea life so difficult!" 

 

She rips the parchment from her face in a fast, frenzied motion, her sallow cheeks warm and reddened by rushing blood.

 

[Coronate 5519]

Comrade Vladim Horenski and Comrade Ilya (@rigorous) plot their way back to Aevos after being exiled to Sibir.

 

"Fight on, brothers! Never give up!"

[Cheese 8883]

Esfir smiled upon seeing the missive. "It seems some of the Haeseni still have their spines in their bodies. Dobry on him," She said, just as quickly penning a letter to the newly proclaimed Duke.

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These made me crack up