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IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 632

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To his “Serene Highness Peter di Alessandra",
 

Servant to Attius Keen, Baron of Shiteland, Vice Prince of the Void, Lord of Broken Oaths, High Seat of the Burnt Oaks, and Warden of Fallen Ravens. 

 

Over the long time I have had the misfortune of knowing you, I have seen you commit more crimes and break more oaths than the fingers on my hand. You have broken oaths to Ivoria, the Republic of Salvo, the Grand Principality of Ravenmire, the Church of the True Faith, and the Empire of Man, most of which took you in after you betrayed the former.

 

Yet I see you have found a new “overlord” to take you in, another unfortunate sucker in your endless crusade to make the world a worse place. You have always managed to weasel your way into greater power, but when you cannot obtain it, you immediately backstab everyone around you.

 

I am certain that you will betray the Horde and the Rex once they begin to lose this war. Perhaps you will crown yourself King of the Uruks and Duke of the Goblins, adding yet more titles to your already bloated list. Therefore, let all people of the Empire hear this: I place a bounty of one hundred Tiber upon the head of “Sir” Peter Rovare. Any who brings me his head shall receive this reward.

 

I shall also be hunting Sir Peter myself, we may call it a small game of sport. May the best hunter win.

 

Larkin Mack Winburgh

 Baron of the Isles, Sergeant of the Empire of Man, Son of the Midden

 

 

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Aelyn Greye (#1 Hater of Peter I) wondered if he could turn in the bounty, but remembered he's on the Horde's side, heaving a large sigh

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Peter reads the missive over a cup of tea, rather unbothered. "Whoever this is, I'll give 200 minas for their head. I think they're from the Empire?" He says idly, wondering when so-called nobles got so cheap. 

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"One hundred? Insulting. He'z worth klosur tu five-hundred." Remarked the Rex of the Horde as he went about his business for the rest of the day. He did make sure to save this in his Imperial Missive Collection, as he once more found the format pretty. Maybe he just likes Imperial literature?

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31 minutes ago, ShadowSlashYT said:

Aelyn Greye (#1 Hater of Peter I) wondered if he could turn in the bounty, but remembered he's on the Horde's side, heaving a large sigh

Sybille considered the bounty from afar. But then she read who had signed it. Adrian's crazy ex's relative.

 

She, equally, sighed a heavy sigh.

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“100 mina?” Ser Aurus mused. “Man, I could really use that mina… that could get me out of like, one jam…”

 

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“I wouldve done it for free, but who are we to turn down a bonus?” Juniper, within her living room, held out the missive to someone who stood just over her shoulder. She didn’t even really care which of those living under her roof took it. “Looks like it’s time to go hunting properly, no?”

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Peter d'Arkent frowned... he did not like having the same name as this Sir Peter...

 

 

 

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Maddock Tam read this and silently prayed to God against the evils and the corruption and the hate in the hearts of so many in the Empire, for their unholy crusade would end with slayersteel blades severing their spines and rending their hearts from their bosoms in the name of the Lord. “Oh Lord, forgive their sins for they know not what they do, and protect Peter from their evil, for his atonement continues for his own sins, and protect all those who work in Your will from this Empire of Iblees, that threatens to bring about the end of Your gift of freedom for all of Descendant-kind. Amen.” With that, Maddock took out his swords, and trained all day as he woke, and all night as he slept.

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"Mi wuld flat hem futh uh corn chip." 

 

Uku grumbles to herself.

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“Everyone is folding, changing hands, or going all in.” Soxton Boomstitch states randomly during a game.

 

”Soxton, what in the name of GOD are you talking about? This is Go Fish.” said another player

 

Spoiler

This reads like a CK3 letter, I got a good laugh out of this.

 

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mhhhhh 100 they say would bring trust with the empire"said a Don in hes newly built meeting room"they wouldt kill me anymore, and i could expand"

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