The Fleeing Few

[Tainga 521]

 

Dɪᴇ Flüchtenden Wenigen

Tʜᴇ Fleeing Few

4th of The First Seed, 282 S.A.

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To the bandits who robbed the Viscounty of Angrenost,

 

Your attack on the home of my closest friend was not unnoticed, nor was it unchallenged. You likely believed the timing gave you safety, the cover of night, the reduced presence, and the assumption that any response would be slow or disorganized. That assumption failed. You were not as unseen as you thought, nor as untouchable as you intended to be.

 

You did not act without structure. Your movement suggests coordination, and your escape shows you understood how to avoid immediate pursuit. You knew when to leave, and you did so quickly. That was enough to prevent a full capture, however, it was not enough to prevent consequence.

 

The dwarf that was a part of your group did not leave with you, in fact you abandoned him. He was encountered within the very tower walls, where he met my gaze and he was killed without further exchange. Or well, he was killed after telling me that you were all with him. Killed with no delay, and no opportunity for departure. You all must have seen me, didn’t you? Walking up the steps and you didn’t even give so much as a warning to him. You all just continued on by, knowing that he would likely be slain. His body has since been dealt with, pushed over the very cliffs of Angrenost. And his head was placed upon a pike outside our gates as a clear and permanent record of what occurred.

 

If you wish to confirm this, you are free to come and see it for yourselves.

 

If you do, you will bring a chest containing everything taken during your raid. Every item and piece of property stolen from Angrenost and its people is to be returned in full. Nothing is to be withheld, hidden, broken apart, or redistributed elsewhere.

 

If any portion is missing, or if you attempt to conceal what was taken, the matter will not be negotiated further.

 

Likewise, if any of you are found again within Idunia, within Angrenost, or within any lands under my people, you will not be warned. You will be treated as hostile intruders, and you will be dealt with accordingly and your heads set on pikes alongside your “brethren.”

 

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Signed,

HER EXCELLENCY, Athaenis of the House Vourkehardt, High Chancellor Emerita of Idunia, Eternal Steward of the Númenaranyë, Warden Emeritus of the Harren Court, Lawgiver of Harren, Mother of the Idunian Law, Founder of Grimday Day, Champion of the Lowland Grasp, The Lance of Idunia, Slayer of the Gilded Queen

LORD, Castamir-Entâmar of the House Mithrenion, Templar of Saint Michael the Archangel, Second Sword of Angrenost, Knight of the Realm

 

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

The disguised dark stalker scratched his fake mustache, concerned.

"I left like two minutes ago, how?"

[Vertigo_Round 323]

One of the thieves that only truly aided in larger jobs saw the missive, sighing loudly "Guess they're goin't wait a while for th'goods, xye way we give it back... th'hope is fun though"  She chuckled lightly then, folding the missive into a small, origami crane, and setting it in the lake.

[Magister214 116]

A dwarf is standing over the many barrels in his home. Sorting through the various stolen horse whistles, crank crossbows, aurum blades, falchions, schimitars, warhammers, halberds, pikes, swords, and precious valuables. He pulls out a Oyashi Tanegashima crank crossbow, studying its features before aiming it at the wall of his home as if he was preparing to shoot at a bumbling guard. Galmor gives a subtle nod and simply sets it out along with some of the other weapons intended for an upcoming heist. Alongside this, he had a grand warhammer from the Host of Idunia wrought from pure refined Kingstone. A cluster of arrows and lockpicks linger on a workbench. A shame he had already sold the many enchanted rings to those who fence off his goods. The only thing missing to complete his arsenal was various potions which would only compliment and assist in his robberies or heists. A few thumps are heard across the wood floors. Parchment is drawn and the dull ping of an ink well is the only sign of a message being formed. A test if his dealings would be fruitful. 

[ApetheticOrange96 92]

Veyric rode up to Angrenost, looking for Lady Azruphel or Ser Boromir, when he noticed the new head on a pike outside the gate.

 

"Huh, that's new... figured bandits knew they would be killed on sight though..." he mutters to himself as he reads the sign attached to the new pike.

 

As Veyric passes the notice board outside the tavern, he notices a new announcement with his mother's signature. Dismounting his horse to read it properly, a small sense of pride growing in his chest as he reads of his mother's deeds. "Good. If I see any of those fools I'll be sure to add to the heads at the gates." He says as he finishes the notice. He then goes about his business in angrenost.