LETTERS

[Frymark 3100]

 

[!]

The following letter is left on the desk of a certain room in the Carnelle estate.

 

Lord Carnelle,

When you read this letter, I shall have departed your hall. I have never been one for goodbyes, nor do I believe this to actually be one, but I think I owe you this letter. When I came to your door, I was merely a stranger to you and your family, and mayhaps I still am. You asked me then who I was, that how may a man who bears what I bear have no name nor family. I was afraid, I admit it. Afraid of myself and my family, afraid of the future.

 

You may wonder, what changed? The truth is, I do not know myself. I have seen many evils during my time as a wanderer, and from most of those evils I turned my back from. It was safer to walk away, safer that none asked nor noticed me. But yesterday, something changed. I walked through the streets of Alba, and I saw a Knight. He stood alone against a spawn of Iblees, defending a young girl who had fallen its victim. For some reason I do not myself understand, I raised my blade alongside the Emperor’s Knight, and the Darkstalker fell. The Knight asked me who I am and when I answered, he told me something I thought to never hear. He told me I am of the Dragonsblood. He told me I belong here.

 

It is peculiar how a few words can alter one’s life so drastically. But it is true; a single act can change the course of a soul. I have given this a lot of thought, and I have made my decision. I will fear no longer. The blood in my veins is that of old nobility; of Horen, of Saints and Emperors. So, my course is set. The path is clear. I will gather those few I can and make myself known to the world. I will resist those who have so eagerly defiled my mother’s heritage, and I will give my life for the same cause so many before me have; Unity.

 

While I did not spend long with you, the time in your halls was the most precious of all. Unlike most my kin who live in marbled palaces and grand halls; your hall taught me humility. How a single man with enough determination can forge a legacy that will last a thousand years. The kindness of welcoming a stranger, no matter his blood nor history. The glory in small acts, small deeds like delivering a hungry boy a plate of food. I will cherish those learnings - I will never forget.

 

Let this letter mark the conclusion to my mystery that you so eagerly tried to unravel. I will leave you with these words, that I hope you will understand better than most.

 

“Power is not inherited. It is taken. A man is Lord not because of his bloodline, but because he dares to seize dominion and hold it against all odds.”

 

GOD Be with you, your family and the Empire,

Signed,

John Maximilian of Houses Alstion and Joannes

Encampment of St. Alexander, c. 2041

 

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The following letter is distributed amongst noticeboards across the Holy Imperium.

 

TO THE EMPIRE,

Blessings of the Exalted be upon you, citizens of the Holy Imperium,

LET IT BE KNOWN, that by the grace of the Archduke of Drusco, the Encampment of St. Alexander has been erected upon the lands of the Midden. Let all who are lost come and seek refuge; and let all true men of Sedan and Johannia come and pledge themselves to the rightful heir of the line of St. Alexander of Furnestock. 

 

Ave Imperium,

John Maximilian of Houses Alstion and Joannes

[Croangutan 224]

Lord Carnelle held the letter near his eyes, the green in them had started to fade recently. Felipe's face frowned then smiled, then frowned and smiled again as he read the note. At the end his face of worry and sorrow became one of pride and joy.  With tears in his eyes he murmured to himself "I knew it..." He was especially focused on the last line in the letter. 

Soon the letter found itself in a frame, mounted on a wall near his desk. The man was honoured, proud yet humbled at the same time. And this event he wished to preserve and remember. 

[Zqppy 918]

Earoslav scoffed at the pretender "For near 60 years, 3 generations of Sedanians have fought under the Raven banner and now the scion of the Kinslayer, seeks to position himself over the church's authority? You are no de Joannes you are an Alstion claiming another's mantle because your house lost 'your' kingdom" He went on to summon the Prince of Sedan to join him in his court "Yet another Aaunite Plot"