IMPERIAL LETTERS PATENT | Archduchy of Drusco

[Werew0lf 24180]

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

IMPERIAL CROWN

 

 

✠ HEED, LEAL SONS OF HOREN;

 

. . . and have it be known by our Imperial Writ that Roger of the House Ashford de Rouen is henceforth, in perpetuity through the will of the Crown, afforded the stewardship of the lands of the eastern midlands - hereinafter referred to as only ‘coronet’ - through the instrument of vassalage, bearing the title of Archduke of Drusco.

 

It is for their loyalty and aptitude in the war of the coalition, their desire to protect the southern coasts, and their dogged pursuit of the Emperor’s enemies wherever they be that we deem the Archduke of Drusco of the sobriety and sound mind necessary for bearing the responsibility of this coronet.

 

The rights of vassalage are recognized and confirmed forthwith upon the promulgation of this instrument, afforded now and to Roger de Rouen, the Archduke of Drusco generations, passing the title, lands, and coronet to a designated heir at the time of death, abdication, or otherwise. 

 

The obligations of vassalage are inscribed to be compulsory for now and all ages, unless they are amended by strictly written and promulgated consent of the Emperor, to be as thus;

 

✠ Collect and administer taxes, be it over land, housing or commerce within their coronet,

✠ Uphold law and peace within their coronet, in accordance to Imperial and local laws,

✠ Pay the negotiated tribute to the Imperial Crown,

✠ Counsel and advice in times of peace,

✠ And raise levies, donate weaponry, and make resources available in the Empire’s defence.

 

With this letters patent, we, the Imperial Crown, have granted Prince Roger the right to recall previous hereditary titles of the Savoyard tribe, and thus also proclaiming him the Prince of Savoy & Ulmsbottom.

 

Let it be known, henceforth;

 

 

Roger of the House Ashford de Rouen

Prince of Savoy & Ulmsbottom, Archduke of Drusco, Count of Cleves, Felsen, Castern, Peremont, and Mardon,

Baron of Guise, Wett, Waldermer, Falstaff, and Blackwald,

Patiarch Dynast of Ashford, and Bannerlord of the Midden.

 

AVE IMPERIUM!

 

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H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

“Für Gott und Kaiser,”

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Tiberias I of the House Horen, by the Grace of GOD, 

Emperor of Man, Holy Imperator, King of Burgundy, Seventis, Salvus, Renatus & Oren, 

Duke of Middelan, Helena, Lorraine, Sunholdt and Reutov, Baron of Pestilles,

Protector of Grense, Protector of the Heartlanders,

Patriarch of House Horen & the Tiberian Dynasty, 

Captain-General of the Church, Defender of the Faith.

 

BVRGVNDIA IMPERIVM

 

[blesseuropa 114]

"Blood for Ashford" said Gedeon, still blood-soaked by the siege.

Edited July 2, 2025 by blesseuropa

[Vikenz 1162]

Roger stood in the Midden, a lone figure beneath a tattered sky. He was no common lord, no pampered knight born to silk and song, but a bannerlord of old blood and older oaths. Around him, the land bore scars of a dozen failed crowns, yet he stood as if untouched. 

[MonteGiant 891]

Tancredi Altavilla would stand over his fallen Avistran foes, Azhl Schiavona in hand, he would trace the markings lined within the fuller of the sword with a joy. His plate marked with the tabard of his lord, the sun of Ashford, stained with the blood of his enemies. He smiles into the rising sun, A NEW DAY. Long may him and his lord's triumph over the Avistrans be sung about, long may the ferocity of the Druscans be sung about, long may his lord rule. The Trinacrian would scream out to the heavens, "VIVA DRUSCO! VIVA RUGGERU! SANGUI PI ASHFORD! AVE IMPERIUM!" 

[amyselia 2962]

Rosceline stood half a step behind her husband, her fingers curled gently around their son’s small hand, the picture of a dutiful wife, high-held consort, and tender mother. Her veil, caught by the breeze, brushed her cheek like a blessing, and her eyes, soft as spring sunrise, watched the imperial heir with perfect composure. Yet beneath the calm lay a mind like drawn steel, honed and silent, weighing every word of the heir’s leisurely decree. She smiled as the title was spoken- Archduke at last, the old blood restored -but behind the curve of her lips lay no warmth, only hubris.

[mojanghunter 566]

“Let their own stolen vainglory be the blade that bleeds them dry, so that the fading rays of the Savoyard sun may at last sink into the horizon, and a red sun rise in its stead.”

 

This, Joseph of Österland had once counseled unto the sire of the newly-made Prince of Savoy, whose ambitions and temper did mirror keenly in his heir. Since then had some seventeen winters passed, and he whom the Lord Österland once considered as friend had long ascended unto the Seven Skies. Yet the dream he sowed bore fruit in this season of triumph, and for that, Joseph smiled.

Edited July 2, 2025 by mojanghunter

[Emery 958]

Beneath a quiet canopy of the Middens old pines, Bohemond de Rouen stood alone. In his hand he held the Imperial letters—words heavy with honor: Prince of Savoy and Ulmsbottom, Archduke of Drusco. A faint smile touched his lips as he looked toward home, pride swelling not with grandeur, but with quiet certainty. The house had endured, their bloodline risen once more—and in this stillness, Bohemond felt the august reverence of his forbearers.

[subatomic 1497]

Amidst the raucous clamor of the Druscan tavern, where the dust and sweat of the recent siege still clung to the very air, Hughes found himself immersed in the boisterous company of the victorious army. The arrival of a messenger, bearing sealed letters patent, brought a sudden, expectant hush, which swiftly shattered into a deafening roar.
 

"Blood for Ashford!" rose the guttural cry from a few throats, swiftly followed by a triumphant "Long live the Archduke!" The very oak of the tavern seemed to vibrate with the sheer, unbridled exultation of the men.