FORWARD AVISTRA - CALL TO ARMS

[Javert 9627]

 

FROM THE MARGRAVIATE

OF AVISTRA

CALL TO ARMS

Issued on the fifth of the Deep Cold, 

in the year of our Lord, 2030

GOOD PEOPLE OF AVISTRA,

 

It has become apparent to the various inhabitants of our quaint village of WING’S CREST that, even in the wake of the rising Empire to whom we owe our fealty, peace is far-off. Many months ago, I received a face-to-face ultimatum from one Lord Roger of Bourdon, claiming that the lands I hold rightfully belong to the March of Drusco. He demanded that I and my family, as well as the many hardworking common-folk and serfs, either pack up our belongings or bend the knee to Drusco as our rightful liege-lords despite already being sworn to Ivoria.

 

Such a move of aggression came as a shock to me and our people. What threat did we, a village of farmers, fishers, smiths, and herders, pose to the highly militarized Drusco who had plenty of other enemies to turn their ire to? It appears that we of Avistra are simply the targets of a bored and power-hungry vassal, but such does not deter us. I rejected Lord Roger’s terms then, and I continue to do so now. Drusco shall not have the fealty of Avistra, lest they earn it on the battlefield.

 

Thus, I call all of the able-bodied citizens and serfs of Avistra to arms. Raise your spears, don your armor, and let us drive the Druscans away from our farming town. Muster within the village and prepare for war, for the Emperor has decreed this feud shall be settled by nothing less.

 

And to the Druscans, who doubtless will try to spin your own tale of what rights you hold to this land, or try to slander me for not yet having met you in battle, hear me. I will not cower in my land. The Avistran Militia is assembling, and soon I shall ride to meet you in the field.

 

FORWARD AVISTRA!

 

Signed,

His Lordship, Ser Meili Altwegg, Co-Margrave of Avistra, Baron of Wing’s Crest, Knight of Ivoria

 

Her Ladyship, Arya Altwegg, Co-Margrave of Avistra, Baroness of Wing’s Crest

 

[Plausifraunz 361]

Arya stood steadfast next to her husband, atop the tower her Husband had built.  "We will not bend nor break, may GOD guide us rightfully so." She had already donned her armor, sharpened her weapons, and was ready for battle.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Castien smiles. 

Let Drusco burn.

Of course, he doesn't plan on doing anything by his own hands. Of course not. But the more people who know of Roger's deeds, the better. 

 

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Alice wants Drusco to burn as well, though he doesn't quite have the same reasons why. But a threat against Arya Altwegg is a threat he will help answer. There aren't many people he truly cares about. 

She's one of them.

[Digit___ 1225]

“FORWARD AVISTRA!” One Matteo the Smith would shout from the village’s forge as smoke bellowed from the lone smokestack and the sound of hammers striking metal chimed in the wind!

[penninoe 163]

Peregrine reads the decree within his room, having been told in advance it was no surprise to him. He begun sharpening his sword, "If they want our knees to bend, let them come at us then. We'll give them a fight."

[Navigator 4260]

Owyn de Savoie grinned from the skies;

"The Rouennais bite again. . . Let us see if they bite more than they can chew this time."

[OP bandamont 901]

Arnaud Mortimer of Drusco finishes reading the poster—“They won’t do shit.”—and bursts into laughter with his brothers-in-arms in the barracks of Castle Waldemer, where they remained untouched. 

 

“Sheep menaces strike again while all sleep.” he sighs and gets onto the walls for the night.
 

[penninoe 163]

3 hours ago, op bandamont said:

Arnaud Mortimer of Drusco finishes reading the poster—“They won’t do shit.”—and bursts into laughter with his brothers-in-arms in the barracks of Castle Waldemer, where they remained untouched. 

 

“Sheep menaces strike again while all sleep.” he sighs and gets onto the walls for the night.
 

They did infact do shit.