Tupananchikkama

[Virú 112]

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“Until we meet again”

 

Issued on the 13th day of The First Seed of the year of 268 S.A.

 

It is with great regret that Virú watches the departure of Rodrigo Tupaq Amaru Leomonte, but myself, my council and my court wish him well. We honour his wishes, and as such the Leomontes- other than Tupaq Amaru and his son- are reforging themselves as the noble Panaka of Pachakutiq.

 

With his departure, Lady Gloria Taqui Pachakutiq will now take over as head of the Panaka of Pachakutiq. 

 

Let it be known that Rodrigo Tupaq Amaru Leomonte is from this day stripped of all Virúvian titles and offices, and removed from the line of inheritance of Lady Anacleta Paqar Pachakutiq née Leomonte, and Lord Antonio Olivar De Pelear. This is done with no malice, but to ensure a civil separation as he begins his new life within the crownlands.

 

Whatever resentment he may hold for his family, Virú remains Tawantinsuyan. The Pachakutiq stand tall as a bastion of their people, and will continue to do so. Though we may have different schools of thought, we salute Tupaq Amaru for spreading the glory of Tawantinsuyu ever wider. 

 

 

KAWSAYNIYOQ, MUNAYNIYOQ, K’ANCHAYNIYOQ 

 

Signed,

 

HIS LORDSHIP, Lord Aureliano Paqar Pachakutiq, Lord Paramount of Virú

 

Edited January 17 by Virú
Spelling error fixes

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Sir Silas sighs as he reads over his sons missive. Now things have become more complicated. The family now divided, the knight wondered where time would take all of them...

[Eliseth 134]

Lady Sloane Bishop held the missive within her hand giving a soft hum - she heard the news of her cousins departure. "Tupananchikkama" the woman stashed the missive within her desk. Going back to her duties. 

[MonteGiant 891]

 

Tupaq Amaru would look upon the missive granted to him by his warband upon his seat, and there a scowl would form upon his visage. “So not only do they choose a name that means much for our people… They use it in the wrong context. They even spell their own language wrong.” Tupaq Amaru would tear the missive to shreds, then give an order to the kith that surround him. “I want them gone, I want these shallow pits of waste who ravage our culture, demolished.”

 

[Fluffy Horror 496]

Julia Quilla Pachakutiq, ne Leomonte, sister to Rodrigo, re-read through the missive again, her heart heavy. It was a necessary step, so that both Viru and Rodrigo could find their own happiness, but she had a feeling her brother wouldn't see things that way.

He had changed, at some point in time. When was it? Before the war? After? She remembered the boy who was fiercely protective of his family, who was proud of his culture. Still, there were always signs.

That time he'd pulled out a macana and attacked her magic teacher for pronouncing their surname wrong. The incidents in school. His bullishness with the Petran woman he'd loved, the way he'd challenged the man his love had chosen, despite the princess firmly telling him no. The time he attacked the leader of a vassal that they were in peace talks with. During the Haelun'or judgement, where he'd gleefully attempted to cut off elf ears until their Ama stopped him. Everywhere she went, she would hear things. 'Rodrigo did this. Rodrigo did that.' People always telling her stories of her brother's violent tendencies. It became a question. 'What do we do about Rodrigo?' The Council had meetings. She knew they did. Letters arrived from other vassal leaders, from Idunians, all with complaints.

 

Was it too late, when he lost the privilege of attempting a bid for Lord-Paramount? Was that the straw? He'd been so confident that he would be the leader one day. She knew it broke their Ama's heart. He'd already been pulling away, spending more time in the Empire than in Viru at that point, riding around with the Dragon Knights. How he admired them so! Was he a Templar, then? Or was it after? Either way, his rage problem had only grown upon accepting that connection.

 

They'd tried to temper him. To give him meaningful tasks, a court position, trying to get him engaged in Viru. Trying to offer him a future. He was fixated on one thing, though- a move to the Empire. He wanted Viru to leave Idunia and move to the Empire. He had friends there. Felt like he belonged there. So what was the breaking point? When was it too late? When did he decide that he could never belong here, and instead needed to leave to be happy? When had his frustration turned to resentment, cruelty?

What more could they have done?

Julia looked next to the missive that he'd written, the biting, accusatory words. He loved her, once.

She remembered him comforting her when she'd been teased. Threatening the girls who'd bullied her. She remembered him sparring with her, giving her pointers, helping her learn to fight. She remembered when their Father had died, and she'd been lying in that hospital bed for months on end, recovering from horrible burns- and he'd held her hand. She remembered recently, when that innocent serving girl was going to be burned at the stake at the word of a paranoid nobleman, when she'd begged them to test her with Thahnium, and he'd stepped up with her, to offer his Thahnium. Because she asked him to. He saved that girl's life, because his sister asked him to. He was a good brother, once upon a time.

 

And she loved him. She still loved him. Even if he went out of his way to never see him again, she would keep the brother who took care of her close to her heart.

 

Viru hadn't suited him. He hadn't been happy here. But he had friends in the Empire. A wife. A future that he wanted, even if it didn't include his family. And that was alright. So long as he was happy. Maybe one day, his rage would cease, and they would meet again- two Tawantinsuyins, both different, but the same People.

Julia lifted the paper to her lips, kissing it once, before folding it, along with Viru's missive, and locking them up tight in her bedside drawer. "Be free, Rodrigo," she murmured, "May you find the happiness you couldn't find here. Tupananchikkama."