THE GOVERNANCE OF IPANEMA

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THE GOVERNANCE

OF IPANEMA

 

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TO ALL CITIZENS OF THE HORDE,

 

Today, I have been made aware of the passing of one Antonio I de Alencar, Archduke of Ipanema and a Diarch of the Belethian Federation. Antonio was a valiant leader, serving the Horde and his people faithfully throughout his life.

 

Alas, the loss of such a leader has doubtless sent shockwaves throughout the Golden State of Ipanema. To prevent any further chaos, and especially with the onset of brutal Darkspawn incursions, it is my prerogative as Rex of the Horde to declare the following;

 

1. The title of Archduke of Ipanema is held in abeyance, to only be returned to the rightful heirs of Ipanema once stability has been restored.

 

2. The title of Diarch of Beleth in Ipanema is held in abeyance, to only be returned to the rightful heirs of Ipanema once stability has been restored.

 

3.  The Heir-Presumptive of Ipanema, Ulisses de Alencar, is summoned to speak in-person with the Rex of the Horde to discuss the peaceful transition of power.

 

4. A garrison of 500 Krughai under the command of Grizh’Guard Grubfoot’Mak shall be established within Ipanema to keep order. Grubfoot’Mak shall take the temporary title of “Warlord of Ipanema”.

 

5. Mandatory darkspawn testing in Ipanema shall be enforced tenfold.

 

6. All military forces within Ipanema shall stand down immediately.

 

These declarations are to remain in place until the peaceful transition of power within Ipanema is complete. After such time, all the aforementioned declarations shall become null and void.

 

 

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Torosh’Mak, Rex of the Horde, Chieftain of Clan Mak, Warlord of Lurakhan and Makh-Morok, the Demonslayer, the Fire-walker

 

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