A LETTER TO MY PEOPLE, AND THE FUTURE OF AMADOR

[Melpomenne 2032]

 

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From Ashes, We Rise

EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present

 

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A LETTER TO MY PEOPLE

AND THE FUTURE OF AMADOR

 

PUBLISHED BY THE

ON THIS HOLY YEAR OF 579 E.S.

 

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AND WHOMEVER ELSE THIS MAY CONCERN,

The fall of our kingdom — the theft of our lands and the careless decisions that led to the loss of our honor and brought shame upon our people — has greatly wounded us all. Spiritually, for we are no longer welcome within our lands, where our families lived for hundreds of years, where we have worshipped, and where we nurtured ourselves and our kin. Physically, for many of us who fought in this foolish war were left maimed, crippled, or dead — left to rot in bloodstained grass, where no one brave remained to mourn. It has left us splintered throughout the realm, feeling bitter, disappointed, and disillusioned. We stood still as they mocked us and our culture, pillaged our homes from the capital to Koppány, and severed the very head of our cultural spirit — the Lady Haense.

Our fight has yet to end, even though we now find ourselves few and far apart. Some fled to greater nations in hopes of reestablishing themselves, thoughtlessly swearing fealty to those who sought to destroy us, in pursuit of titular success. The rest of us cower like chicks beneath the wings of House Barbanov, hoping for peace and the chance to one day reform our kingdom — though we now nest in the home of our enemy. The irony is palpable.

In the midst of it all, I, as matriarch, was charged with deciding where House Amador would settle amid the smoke and ash. While my eldest so readily locked arms with his childhood friends and skipped down the bloodied path to Norland, the decision weighed far heavier on my mind.

The first option I considered — with the preservation of our titles at the forefront of my thoughts, and the hope of continuing to climb the mountain of nobility toward the summit of success — was to join our Valkonen kin and settle in the lands of Petra. I must extend my most heartfelt gratitude to the royal Therin Adil, who not only conscripted his people to fight alongside ours but offered promises of hope and prosperity. Under his rule, House Amador would retain our titles, be granted land, and integrate into Petran society. It was beautiful to imagine at first — to continue life with few disruptions and to strive once more. But once the initial wave of relief passed, I asked myself: Do we deserve this?

We, who brought about a death war and so generously shared our fate with our allies, now flock to them — or to our corrivals — like orphans, seeking to carry on life uninterrupted, all so we might continue fashioning ourselves as nobles. I have heard every song of the once-‘loyal’ Haeseni fleeing in pursuit of titles and power in foreign lands, wholly undeserving of such. And I know well that House Amador has not yet earned the right to such kindness and faith. There is no honor in taking lands, titles, and jobs from loyal Petrans solely because we once had them elsewhere. The notion simply does not make sense to me, and to consider it further would be a waste of my time.

The next option I considered was to remain in Zvezlund and fight for our right to our land, just as our allies in Balian had, perhaps foolishly. But with what army, I asked. Myself? A son who, while intelligent and capable, could not tell a lance from a broom? His wife, newborns, and my husband who deserve not even a shadow of stress or strife? My daughters, who are not fit for battle? We have no extensive guard force, nor support from our fellow noble houses — rendering us as capable as any other family, high- or low-born, against the forces of entire nations. It would be suicide. But perhaps, had I chosen this path, I could have died with honor. A dullard, but an honorable one.

And so, I have decided on the third option, and the one my son undoubtedly favored: to cower beneath that wing and settle House Amador in Karoslund. For, in absolute honesty, the only place we belong is beside our own people — where the spirit of our Lady Haense may yet live on. I find peace in this choice.

Let it be known: her spirit does not reside within the names or titles of our once-noble houses — not Barbanov-Bihar or Ruthern, not Barclay or Colborn, not even Amador. Her spirit does not cling to our gold, our crowns, or our titles. Her spirit resides within those who are loyal and brave — those who support each other selflessly and who respect our land and culture. Though her spirit has now grown dim, I pray that one day it is restored to its former glory — a glory we have not seen or felt for decades.

I pray that my grandchildren, and yours, and theirs after, will grow up to be champions of our people and culture — to live in the light of our Lady Haense. And I pray that we, as a people, will not fall into obscurity, melting into surrounding influences and doomed to haunt the margins of rotting history books.

House Amador does not swear fealty to any house, person, or establishment — to be absolutely clear, this is to be of no disrespect to our previous, current, or future leaders. House Amador, now and forever on, will swear fealty only to the Haeseni and Ruskan. I will remain the head of my house until I am dead or otherwise indisposed, and my heir remains my firstborn child, Anaksandr Albus Amador, and his heir thereafter, Kristoff Isaak Amador. House Amador will seek to reignite the flame that once nurtured us in dark and cold times, and work to forge an independent land to call home, alongside our kin who too have settled in Karoslund, once more, for this is not the death of the phoenix, only the preparation for its rebirth.

Bej lanzsk ve Haeseni ag Ruskan.

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Matriarch of the House Amador & Haurultivsk of the Haeseni

THE RISING TIDE OF AMADOR

 

 

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[Koodini 854]

In the midst of his perusal, Anaksandr found a twitch set against his eye. "A broom," the man echoed whilst the strength behind his grasp grew— irritation its cause, perhaps. "She didn't need to include that part, did she? It was no broom ea stood atop Xèniavaros with." Though he relented soon after. His mother's missive became no more than fuel to a firepit and he, warm within their home in the Karoslund, placed a frustrated peck to his daughter's head.

 

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FROM ASHES, WE RISE! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

 

[Melpomenne 2032]

2 minutes ago, Koodini said:

In the midst of his perusal, Anaksandr found a twitch set against his eye. "A broom," the man echoed whilst the strength behind his grasp grew— irritation its cause, perhaps. "She didn't need to include that part, did she? It was no broom ea stood atop Xèniavaros with." Though he relented soon after. His mother's missive became no more than fuel to a firepit and he, warm within their home in the Karoslund, placed a frustrated peck to his daughter's head.

 

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FROM ASHES, WE RISE! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

 

 

Nerida loves her son and watches him through the cracks of the floorboards.

[Frawlic 1602]

Helena did not know how to read well yet, but she loved pictures, pointing at them whilst yelling from her father's lap, "Nie head! Lady nie head!"

And then she gawked when he tossed it into the hearth, thoroughly disappointed in the trade of pictures for a peck atop her noggin.

[Cheese 8876]

[!] A private response was penned to the Amador Matriarch.

 

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NERIDA,

 

I found myself rather surprised to have heard news of you after so long, and I must say I was even more surprised by the words you chose to publish. To call your own people cowards and disloyal is laughable, especially considering I have seen you upon no battlefield and my House fell so far beneath your leadership. Beyond such, I have found myself utterly baffled at the words you called your own heir. To say he is intelligent and dull, and in the same breath? When it was not you, but Anaksandr, who was the last Amador to be appointed to Hanseti-Ruska’s Aulic Council? Do not delude yourself to be all-knowing and ever-wise, Nerida. You may think your heir is unready to lead House Amador, but he has only learned from someone who was even less ready to take upon the mantle of Matriarch. Perhaps the only thing you were right about is how undeserving of your titles you are.

 

Call my Balianese brethren foolish, Nerida, but take note of how we have fought Haense’s war longer than them. Notice how the people of Balian, while our blood is being shed, stand strong in our duties and honor. You would know nothing of such, so I do not expect you to comprehend my words, but your hypocrisy is laughable and utterly embarrassing. I will offer you my last piece of advice, not as your former sister, but as a Matriarch myself: The only good thing you can do for your House as its Matriarch is to abdicate to Anaksandr, who I have seen accomplish far more in a matter of five years than you have in your entire life. If you cannot swallow your pride and do what is best for your family by allowing him to become the Head of House, then you have only proved your utter failure to care for your kin.

 

 QUETI TEMPUS ✦ NO TIME TO REST

 

 

Her Royal Excellency,

The Duchess of Sunholdt, Countess of Salia, Lady of El Palau del Sol, Matriarch of House d’Arkent, 

Amiratus of Balian, Lady Seneschal of the Crown, and Chief Minister of the Royal Duana.

 

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[Melpomenne 2032]

21 hours ago, Cheese said:

[!] A private response was penned to the Amador Matriarch.

 

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NERIDA,

 

I found myself rather surprised to have heard news of you after so long, and I must say I was even more surprised by the words you chose to publish. To call your own people cowards and disloyal is laughable, especially considering I have seen you upon no battlefield and my House fell so far beneath your leadership. Beyond such, I have found myself utterly baffled at the words you called your own heir. To say he is intelligent and dull, and in the same breath? When it was not you, but Anaksandr, who was the last Amador to be appointed to Hanseti-Ruska’s Aulic Council? Do not delude yourself to be all-knowing and ever-wise, Nerida. You may think your heir is unready to lead House Amador, but he has only learned from someone who was even less ready to take upon the mantle of Matriarch. Perhaps the only thing you were right about is how undeserving of your titles you are.

 

Call my Balianese brethren foolish, Nerida, but take note of how we have fought Haense’s war longer than them. Notice how the people of Balian, while our blood is being shed, stand strong in our duties and honor. You would know nothing of such, so I do not expect you to comprehend my words, but your hypocrisy is laughable and utterly embarrassing. I will offer you my last piece of advice, not as your former sister, but as a Matriarch myself: The only good thing you can do for your House as its Matriarch is to abdicate to Anaksandr, who I have seen accomplish far more in a matter of five years than you have in your entire life. If you cannot swallow your pride and do what is best for your family by allowing him to become the Head of House, then you have only proved your utter failure to care for your kin.

 

 QUETI TEMPUS ✦ NO TIME TO REST

 

 

Her Royal Excellency,

The Duchess of Sunholdt, Countess of Salia, Lady of El Palau del Sol, Matriarch of House d’Arkent, 

Amiratus of Balian, Lady Seneschal of the Crown, and Chief Minister of the Royal Duana.

 

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From Ashes, We Rise

EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present

 

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DUCHESS OF SUNHOLDT,

I thank you for your response to my letter. I'd firstly like to note that I did not color the Balianese foolish, but instead myself foolish to consider to remain in Haense and fight, but I understand how you may have misunderstood this. I expect some to take offence to my words, as such is inevitable, and it is all simply a reflection of my thought process - so I ask that you forgive me if my words have offended you. I speak in earnest, and vulnerably, and stand beside my people with unwavering dedication.

 

Frankly, I care little for what you have to say, and your assumptions are unfounded and irrelevant, and what I say towards my son in this letter is something of jest - a light hearted jab at him. My late husband and I produced a great man, I am not blind to this, and I've nothing but pride and reverence for my son, of whom will be great in my place, and who will take my place in the near future.

 

I hope you may relieve your mind and soul of this hatred you hold for me. I pray for great fortune and prosperity upon your house and kin.

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Matriarch of the House Amador & Haurultivsk of the Haeseni

THE RISING TIDE OF AMADOR

 

 

[Monty Cobra 921]

Aurus sighed as he read the missive. "There truly is no winning in war—especially not for the leaders of conquered lands. Whether they chose to surrender in preservation of their people, or chose to stand and fight, they will be criticised equally by those who have no idea the burden they bear."

[krispeechips 150]

2 hours ago, Koodini said:

In the midst of his perusal, Anaksandr found a twitch set against his eye. "A broom," the man echoed whilst the strength behind his grasp grew— irritation its cause, perhaps. "She didn't need to include that part, did she? It was no broom ea stood atop Xèniavaros with." Though he relented soon after. His mother's missive became no more than fuel to a firepit and he, warm within their home in the Karoslund, placed a frustrated peck to his daughter's head.

2 hours ago, Frawlic said:

Helena did not know how to read well yet, but she loved pictures, pointing at them whilst yelling from her father's lap, "Nie head! Lady nie head!"

And then she gawked when he tossed it into the hearth, thoroughly disappointed in the trade of pictures for a peck atop her noggin.

 

Not too far from where Anaksandr sat with Helena, did Mikhaila stand with Kristoff in her own grasp. An equal reaction to his own as a scowl set in her visage, although no words escaped her besides a gentle hush towards her daughter at the toddlers childlike examination of the former Lady Haense statue. Then when he moved towards the hearth and disposed of the missive did a quiet chuckle escape her lips, pleased all the same with her husband's actions a gentle peck of her own was planted to their son's head. 

 

 

[MCVDK 2830]

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The fall of our kingdom — the theft of our lands and the careless decisions that led to the loss of our honor and brought shame upon our people — has greatly wounded us all. Spiritually, for we are no longer welcome within our lands, where our families lived for hundreds of years, where we have worshipped, and where we nurtured ourselves and our kin. Physically, for many of us who fought in this foolish war were left maimed, crippled, or dead — left to rot in bloodstained grass, where no one brave remained to mourn. It has left us splintered throughout the realm, feeling bitter, disappointed, and disillusioned. We stood still as they mocked us and our culture, pillaged our homes from the capital to Koppány, and severed the very head of our cultural spirit — the Lady Haense.

 

 

"Feels bad, doesn’t it?" murmured the Adrian Duke in Exile as he read the first section, placing the letter atop one of many piles, fully aware that the Hanseti now understood the pain they had inflicted upon the Adrians.

[sam33497 7356]

"It seems the pen truly is mightier than the sword." Sirius Mareno mocked after reading the exchange of letters amongst the grandstanding Haeseni. He much preferred either those who now worked beside him in pragmatism, or those who put up a real fight, not a battle of blame and emotion.

[Terry 2680]

"Pointless." That elder Knight would speak, reading over the missive with a shake of his head. 

 

"To speak or to hold our tongues, we will be dubbed fools either way by those that believe themselves superior. It is merely the cost ov war." He'd go to pin the missive to a wall within his home, before moving out to continue rebuilding their community.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard's clawed hand thumbed the edge of the missive. His feathered cheek rested aside into a balled fist. Briefly did his jagged pupils swivel off to his son in the close quaterd to which they had managed to exist in with relative peace. The fireplace bwyond flickered and eerie blue.

 

"Loyalty ist a myth. People are pigs." Silence settled as his gaze trailed out instead. Below, he folded the parchment neatly. "... Sie does right to do what she cam by ihr own. Ich wish vy well, in this hell."

[Tav 4336]

Aaren Colborn HATES Nerida Amador!

[Melpomenne 2032]

2 hours ago, Tav said:

Aaren Colborn HATES Nerida Amador!

 

Aaren Colborn, Nerida thinks to herself... she frowns, throwing her thought into the flames.

 

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BITCH!!!!!!!!!! LMAO