VOCATIO - SUMMONS | ANTOINE DE SAVOIE

[Coronate 5519]

 

 

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

LEGATE AETIUS

 

 

 

ANTOINE DE SAVOIE

ANTOINE DE SAVOIE is expected to appear before the Imperial Court (5 PM EST 11/1/2025)

 

He stands accused of:

 

✢ Inciting rebellion within the Imperial Heartland and Imperial Protectorates.

✢ Treason

✢ Conspiracy to commit Murder

 

 

 

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 EXCELLENCY, Captain Aetius, Legate of Legion II.

Magister Militum of the True Faith.

 VAE VICTUS

 

 

[Jihnyny 5233]

"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ." said Alexandre de Savoie, son of the titled fugitive.

[Phoebe202 1057]

"Papa, is this a legitimate warrant?" a de Senna inquired of the Imperial Archancellor, handing off the document @cadazio

"Only a single signature of authority! Most peculiar. Do you think this involves the incident in Norland? You and your peers were there to oversee it all transpired peacefully and legally. Surely they wouldn't.... would they?"

[mothsthetic 2250]

A teenage devil from desert lands cackles as she reads the missive, passing it off to her sister casually. "Serves him right for having a kid with another woman while you were together, huh?" Hekate continues to laugh, remembering the insults the man and his son had hurled during their visit to the Horde's vassal.

 

@sona

[Coronate 5519]

 

 

AMMENDMENT -  OFFICE OF THE GRAND KNIGHT

This warrant is hereby postponed until the IMPERIAL COURT wherein Antoine De Savoie will answer to said accusations.

 

 

 

[Ben40K 62]

"Hrm.." Constantin de Savoie muttered to himself, handing the parchment to his younger twin. 

[TaraJess 2848]

Lorena did stop in her tracks as she passed a notice board, a stray strand of hair was moved out of her sight as she read.

"So this must be what she was on about..."

[confusedjester 809]

Romhilda's ginormous eyeballs scoured the page, landing upon one...

 

single...

 

sentence...

 

"✢ Conspiracy to commit Murder"

 

The van Aertling gulped. 

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3998]

A warlord, a Tyrant in equal measures, observes its own brand of foul magicks invoked once more;

 

A pact made, a deal sealed; ink upon paper warps and shifts in the hands of hundreds, if not thousands, of mortal hands.

 

Where the Printing Press of Mankind falters, the Demonic Press 9000 never makes mistakes.

 

Spoiler

wow! its so funny how this post changed RIGHT infront of my eyes! 

 

[AnotherPost 33]

The office that belonged to Antoine was quiet, for a mere moment before the sound of steel tapped against the stairs, and to the door of the office in a hurry. Once the door was swung open, the Savoyards gaze met with a bannermen's, his helm tucked beneath his arm and a folded massive rested between his digits. "From the Empire, my lord," the soldier stated with uneasy composure, placing the parchment upon Antoine's desk. The paper that now rested upon his desk, had displayed a faint yellow hue as the candle lite at the corner of his desk shinned onto the massive that rested before the Savoyard.

Antoine rose a brow, the gold of his signet ring glinting faintly as he folded open the mail. His eyes moved swiftly over the words, line by line, until they lingered on his own name A small exhale escaped his lips - neither a laugh nor a sigh, something caught between disbelief and concern. "Inciting rebellion...Treason...Conspiracy to commit murder." 

 

His words came to a halt, as he leaned back in his chair, as a hand rose to rest against his chin as if weighing the absurdity of it all. As the sound of the grandfather clock ticked in the corner, he stayed in silence before he leaned forward, his gaze meeting with the massive once more. Antoine had glanced at the bottom, noticing no signature of the emperor, just of the knight. "Why is it only the knight, who signed this document.... did he not consult with the council or his Imperial Majesty?" Those words lingered within the air, only heard by the bannermen who still stood before the wooden desk that Antoine sat at.

 

Soon after making his comment, the Savoyard brought his hand down to the drawer of the desk, before pulling out a blank parchment. Following that, his hand was brought to the quill, that sat within the small container of ink, tapping a few times to prepare the quill before he began to write. Antoine dragged the quill across the blank paper, writing a response to the letter which read out. "To the Esteemed Members of the Imperial Court, I Antoine Owyn de Savoie, acknowledge the summons issued by the Imperial Court and the accusations that cover my name. It is not my wish to evade the law, nor to cast doubt upon the authority of the Empire, but rather to ensure that the truth is known." - "The charges presented - inciting rebellion, treason, and conspiracy to commit murder - are serious beyond measure. Yet I affirm, with clear conscience, that my actions have never sought to undermine the peace of the realm nor bring harm upon any man's soul. My conduct has always been guided by faith, duty, and the welfare of those entrusted to my care." The scratching of the quill tip against the paper came to a halt, as he thought to himself further. He soon overcame his thoughts, continuing on with his reply to the massive.

"I trust that, when evidence is brought forth and the truth is weighed without prejudice, justice shall reveal my innocence. I submit myself to the proper proceedings of the Court, confident that righteousness will prevail over rumor and misinterpretation." - "In these matters, I ask only that fairness and clarity govern all things - for justice."

"With due Respect"

"Antoine de Savoie"

Upon him signing the response, he returned the quill back to its original place within the calamus. Antoine then retrieved his seal, before applying the wax seal onto the now folded paper. The seal contained the Ashford sun, in a crimson red color. "Send it off, please." Antoine stated, before handing off the parchment to the bannermen, who stood at the other end of the desk. Once the bannermen departed, he turned his chair around, now facing the window as he watched the man bearing his families sigil on his armor, sending a bird with his letter tied to it.