The Final Rovaric Edicct

[Based1Salmon 758]

 

 

The Belethian Surrender and Final Orders to House Rovare

 

The Surrender of Beleth

 

I, Peter Grayson Rovare, hereby formally and irrevocably dissolve Beleth, the Belethian Federation, and all royal and sovereign titles associated with such.  The titles of Eicheria, Anatis, Ipanema, Southspire, Huntshill, and all other titles claimed by House Rovare and any sworn to them are completely and irrevocably passed onto Hadrian I, the true and rightful Holy Imperator of Mankind. The Eicherians formerly and openly acknowledge the betrayal of the Imperium, and our folly in this matter. We have misplaced our trust, and put the pursuit of power over our honor and families. I, Peter Rovare, beg the Emperor’s forgiveness for my people and descendants, and shall present myself to the headsman’s axe so that I might begin to repent. 

 

 

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1. To the Remaining Rovares

My last advice to my descendants. 

 

I have lived a long life, and occupied many roles, not all of them good or honorable as you may well know. With this lifespan, I have come to the conclusion, that power corrupts. The pursuit of power makes thee forget where one comes from, and causes you to put aside your principles and family for the sake of preserving and growing this strength. There was a time when we marched under the Imperial Banners and enjoyed the prosperity and protection that provided, we were sheltered beneath the Langkette Mountains, defended by the Imperial Union that we had fought to see realized. As we sheltered beneath the banner, I began to take the shade for granted. I saw the shade but not the dragon which provided it. 

 

The House of Rovare ruled fertile lands, a castle, and a thriving village but I was not satisfied. I was unable to prove satisfied. Eventually, I retired to try and fade into obscurity, still nursing my unfounded bitterness. When Adonis died before his time, and the ship was left without direction, I returned to the helm, only to find that in my pain for Adonis, I could not bring myself to spend the time with what family I had left. I grew obsessed with elevating myself supposedly for their sake. Thus led us into this folly, were we aligned ourselves with old enemies, pagans, and bandits so that we might have a chance for our ‘time in the sun’. 

 

Now as we stand in ruin, I offer some advice to those of you who might survive this deal; your family is always the most important thing around you. A rapid rise comes without foundation, to rely on unsure allies as a source of power is my greatest polity. When I led the Eicherians south, we found ourselves amongst Balianites and Ipanemans, and tried to integrate at the costs of the identity that had brought us prosperity. We entered this war without institution nor fervor. We fought our brothers in GOD over the matter of where the number of Exalted was 3 or 4, and in this fight against our brethren, we aligned ourselves with those who hate our GOD and his followers. 

 

2. On the High Seat

My instructions on the succession.  

 

I will keep this part brief, as this is like to be ignored by many, however I feel the need to offer this advice. Do not choose a new high seat of the house until the war is over. When the bloodshed is finished, convene all who remain of reasonable intelligence, who hold to Canonism, and who have not aligned themselves with the old enemies. Come together and choose whom you believe will truly provide the best chance of leading the House of Rovare to salvation and prosperity once more with a level head.

 

GOD forgive me and protect those who remain.  

 

Peter Grayson Rovare

 

[Yeetboy0206 1574]

Maddock wrote a singular letter to Peter, before continuing with his missive.

"You are a coward. May GOD forgive you for what you've done."

 

He continued his writing.

[Navigator 4260]

"Good communications!"

The young Prince of Ba'as - an actual title, unlike the 'Prince of the Stars' or 'Lord Paramount of the Blood' - mailed a crayon-drawn thumbs-up to the Belethian's mailbox.

[Digit___ 1225]

Gunthram, from the house he had been put under house arrest in within the Orcish Capital, received the missive from his father. The young Rovare gave a nervous chuckle, not knowing whether his father’s words will come back soon to bite him or not.
 

“Interesting how this is the only government-related missive that’s come out of this entire ordeal and our reign here in Beleth, but at least it’s something.” He spoke in a soft murmur of dissatisfaction with everything that has transpired.

 

Thus Gunthram would grab his journal and dabbed the tip of his quill into his inkwell before making a new entry to share his thoughts.

 

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Ser Aviel would receive the missive from a passing courier and read it. A mix of emotions fluttered within his soul, he had always followed Peter, even looking up to his as a second father-figure. However, he was tasked with the protects of a domain that had hence been dissolved and its titles passed to the Empire, where the rest of his and his wife’s family were.

 

The Helfgott thus choose to retreat to his office and locking the door behind himself before taking a seat. He ran his fingers through his long, flame-hued mane, fidgeting as his mind raced with hundreds of thoughts. “What am I t’ do now?” He quietly spoke to himself, the stone bricks of the palace’s walls picking up naught an echo.

[Spellblades 749]

Aelyn sat in his room in Ildon when an owl knocked on his window. The 'ker stepped closer to it, going to retrieve the missive

 

"What's this..?" he muttered before reading the contents 

 

"**** YEAH!"

[retro 277]

Yelizaveta, a still bitter mother, flickered a glance over the posted scribing. A low hum followed. "Now raze it."

[Ambitious 71]

                    Daevos stood from his room in Ildon to grab a parchment from a raven with the missive

 

                     He quickly read through the contents of said missive with a smile forming upon his face

 

                                                                              "AW HELL YEAH!"

                                                                                                                    

                                                                He then quickly ran to Aelyn's room   

                                                                                    "REJOICE!"            

[sergisala 3451]

Alexander Galbraith, a loyal subject of His Imperial Majesty, smiled upon hearing the news "Welcome back home, Peter."

[kuebiko 684]

A child of blue grown up, pens a letter of gratitude before it's too late.

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

"The rats never get their cheese." Smiled a Basileus Baron as he watched the sunset from atop the walls of Cascanova. "Our enemies have found themselves under the heel of the empire... crushed." He said, glancing at his daughter. @Cheese

[TaraJess 2848]

"The headman's axe is net enough." Aurelian folded the missive. A finger went to the dangling finger bones of Simon Peter... they were not enough, Simon's head wouldn't be enough, but it was a start.

[Frisket 4538]

“YOU ******* COWARD, ESPÈCE DE CON!”

 

within the Krak house (The Krak Fort) echoed th raging Templar who seemingly wasn’t going to get her kill, but atleast justice for her father was brought.

 

So she thought.

[PanicZealot 648]

"Dah gods would strike meh down ef oi said dah words dat yew deserved. Die en ah hole coward." The dwarf spoke

 

 

[Zqppy 918]

Earoslav Rostova looks upon the happening and smiles, "You have follyed Salvian, or do you still claim Ravenlord. No, you would not, because your schemes have led you to a fate most befitting a traitor, and your tenacity is not as strong as ours." He continues counting his coins, the aging man paying no more attention to the matters of pauper 'lords.'

[Lirinya 4021]

A ruiner of lives, this one was. Peter- the man who had killed her father- had surrendered. Beleth was gone, Southspire, was no more. Anatis? Handed over.

Her mother might perhaps suffer in this ordeal, perhaps come crawling back to the family. Or maybe she would go elsewhere. But Augusta didn't care. This was finality. This was, ultimately, what she had wanted from the moment Cesia had pledged to rule Lotharia, after Aedrics death. To watch it all burn.

 

"Good riddance," the youth aired as the missive was spread through Idunian lands. She turned to her uncle, Aurus, brow furrowed in both concern, and anger. "She will not be welcomed here, will she?" @Monty Cobra

 

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Sybille say by in her little cottage house. News spread like wildfire these days, especially where it concerned her kin, her home. There was...  quite concern etched to her features when she read the news of surrender. "So it is done. The Rex was a fool to allow him any control. He should have allowed Lotharia to thrive under its own steam, for Ipanema to blossom, rather than try to forge some mini empire under his rule. It is one thing, to wish to be free of the Empire. It is another entirely to put a power-hungry idiot like Peter in charge," she stated as she passed one of her younger children to their father @PoliteEquation7 "I should write to Franz and his lot. Make sure they are doing well. Do you have anyone you need to reach out to?"