House Chivay Declaration

[Peter Chivay 2494]

 

 

A courier is sent to all houses and militant Orders of Oren, bearing a single parchment. He loudly proclaims to the men that receive him.

 

 

"Under the Lordship of Westerland, this is a announcement of a formal declaration of war upon the Malinor and it's subjects. This war is not in conjunction with the Holy Oren Empire and should not be taken as such. House Chivay is acting independently on this matter, as they are entitled to do under Medium Crown Authority. The truce that is held with the Elves is one of Oren, not its vassals."

 

The courier clears his throat, proclaiming his next set of announcements.

 

"This is not a war of land, but a war of retribution. Malinor has insulted House Chivay for far too long to get away with it once more. No longer will we stand idle. All those who wish to march with House Chivay are welcome and permitted under the Crown Authority of the Empire."

 

"For Victory, for honor, we shall prevail!"

 

The courier ceases speaking, rolling up the parchment and tucking it away. He tips his hat politely toward the people he has spoken to. Mounting his horse and galloping away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[[ No OOC here people, don't flip out. This is a war of insult, we won't be taking land unless RP continues to progress. ]]

 

[Gunner 775]

"For Victory! For Honor!"

[Temp 2006]

 

 

Soon.

[LeRenardNoir 413]

Ser Edmond sits at his wedding feast as the proclamation is announced, he looks reserved, but is inwardly quite excited.

[Watyll 1104]

An elf in the crowd grunts

"One of the vassals is all the vassals. Oren should learn to control it's dogs, and keep its word."

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan Black quietly sighs as he reads the declaration as it is delivered to him, tossing it in his fireplace and watching as it crackles and burns to ash.

"About time someone figured out how Crown Authority works. The Roses are a Chapter of the Holy Order, though, so taking them to war is a bit of a violation of the treaty."

He shrugs. "Malinor is full of sodomites, heretics, mutants, and snobs anyway. I tried to warn them. My one and only friend is out of there now, so why should I care? May it burn like it is supposed to. If Malinor is to survive, let the bastards show they're worthy of it."

[Altiak 1648]

Jason sharpens his large bidenhander sword in the Rose fort, letting out an audible grunt. Wiping some sweat off his brow, he smirks, "These Elves won't know what 'it 'em."

[ACanadianCraft (Nate) 682]

Jullius sits, hard at work drawing up blueprints for the Amedaius County. A disgustingly large sneer sweep across his face as he receives the news. His voice comes forth at a low, malevolent tone. "Finally. Malinor's demise is on the horizon."

[◀ Doone ► 54]

Lord Commander Siegemen of the Shields stands tall at the Kingston Courtyard, staring straight forward at the courier, his hands locked behind his back; his posture uniform. He listens, his eyes flickering closed momentarily as his Shields gather around the courier. The courier finishes, and he nods once, giving him his farewells. "I thank thee, farewell." he says in a solemn tone, bowing his head slightly as the courier gallops away. Then turning to the Shields, almost each having a slowly forming grin, he allows a low chuckle to emerge from his mouth as he turns sharply and heads towards the barracks.

[Sargeblub 78]

Lanon Chivay sits upon a plain wooden chair, the words of war repeating themselves in his head as he stares at the fireplace in front of him. One hand rests under his chin, holding it up, whilst the other hand feels the engraved pommel of his bastard sword which sits on his lap. His thumb runs over the sparrow on his pommel, holding a rose in it's beak. He zones out momentarily, and he comes back to himself with a sigh. "And so it goes."

[Ford 1996]

Ford begins setting down tall, humanoid practice dummies in the dirt near, but not inside, the Rose fort, using some long hay strands to make pointed ears on the dummies just like an elf's. Ford sticks them in the side of the dummies head where ears should be, smiling. He unsheathes his dagger by his side and begins practicing cutting off Elf ears for the future, slicing the long strands of hay off and replacing them each time they fall to the ground. 

[MamaBearJade 2090]

Alexia sighs as she hears the proclamation  She could never tell the difference between men and elves, though it might be because she could not see. She slowly stands and makes her way back to the druids. This was not her war, not her place to care. If they wanted to fight each other, she did not care, as long as they didnt drag her into it.

[LedZep98 198]

*Count Green listens to the proclamation intently, his face seeming grim. "Ah' shame that violence must unfold, I simply pray that the rest of Oren doesn't get involved.". He sits for a moment longer before standing, making his way back home.

[Avacyn 1712]

Marcus Briarwood sits in his office in Aldersberg, gleefully sharpening his knife on a whetstone. He just got home from what was a quite pleasant foxhunting trip. He saw the declaration on the way home, and his day instantly became better. He whistles a happy tune, the scrape of metal and stone ringing through the empty air of the developing town of Aldersberg. He stands up, finished, sheathing his knife, and reaching for his crossbow.

 

"To war."

[ayresalex 517]

Ulric glances up at the shouter, accompanied by two of his men-at-arms. He grins, and tells one of his literate men to send a message to Lord Chivay.

 

"The Valden Warband will fight for House Chivay. We hold no ties to Oren. We do what we do for coin. Not for King and Country. We'd love to teach so tall-ears a lesson."

 

-Ulric