A Petition To The King

[Aetosion 2062]

A courier bearing the sigil of House Winter arrives at the palace of Horen in Abresi, with a letter for the King and his council to read, stamped with the snowflake of Winter. The courier, a steely eyed sturdy northerner in service of Edward Winter II, hands the letter to the King. The Lord High Steward grins at the entrance, sitting in his seat on the council. He speaks to the King, "Your majesty, it seems as if I've sent you a letter." 

 

It reads,

 

"Your majesty King William Horen III and his Grand and High advisors,

 

 

 

I write to you from my comital hall in Northal. We Winters have made a good use of this land over the few years we've held it. We hold three houses as our vassals, Westfall, Herenden, and di Silvari. In addition, we house and fund the Chapter of the Sons of the Creator in our combined efforts to repel the threat of the North. I have sent my cousins into the Sons, they fight to hold our borders. We all do.

 

 

 

We live in this icy reach, separate from Oren. Our connection to the mother Kingdom is broken by the Kingdom of Ruska. We subsist on our own labors, and prosper on our own ingenuities. We have taken vassal houses and seated barons, and our county occupies the entirety of the human-held Duchy of Upper Hanseti. The Duke Codrik Green keeps to himself in his town of Baile to the south in Corazon. He hasn't been seen for the better part of this year ((his most recent stint of inactivity is 5 days and 4 hours, and he usually just logs in to walk around Baile)). No man of Northal has even seen him step foot in our County, in his Duchy. He seems to have given up with the loss of Greywyn and Vonhill to the orcs, and the fall from grace of House Pascal.

 

 

 

He does not govern, he does not tithe, he does not show face. The great successes of our land of Northal are limited to our own efforts alone. We are now the most active county in the kingdom, able to raise a force of 27,000 upon the threat of invasion. We have tamed our lands, and we have fostered industry. We have done this, Winter and our men. Codrik Green has played no part in this, he is ill fit to hold these lands and titles in his name.

 

 

 

I would petition your majesty William III, rightful King of Oren, friend to House Winter, to grant to us the Duchy of Upper Hanseti so that we may make the proper use of it as should have been done from the time of its creation.

 

 

 

-The Rt. Hon. Ser Edward Winter II,

 

Count of Northal, Baron of Frostlake and Horenswood, liege to Westfall, Herenden, and di Silvari, Patron of the Chapter of the Sons of the Creator, Lord High Steward to the Crown, Lord Grand Scribe to the Crown, loyal servant of Oren."

[TheAlmightyOst 47]

((Duchy = Good))

 

(( + 1 ))

[5678 260]

Dvari grins, hoping this will lead to war with the Greens

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Dvari grins, hoping this will lead to war with the Greens

[o_Ben_o 193]

The Lord High Sheriff listens to the message read out to himself, the Privy Council and the King. He agrees with the petition and knows Valois will also.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

Silus glances at the letter on William's desk. "Interesting."

[Kralek 519]

((all of house Herenden supports this))

[ski_king3 0]

Rose reads over the letter, arching a brow, evidently intrigued. She makes her way to the Council halls, sitting down in the appropriate chair. She waits for the rest of the council to arrive for discussions, not wanting to voice her opinion in order to avoid appearing biased.

[LedZep98 198]

(( I apologize for the OOC but just a heads up - my inactivity is due to handling things with the end of work for the summer and preparing for the start of school once more. Once this is through with I'll be back and active once more. ))

[TheBareSheet 194]

((Even though Alexander might not, House de Stolistes gives support))

[firespirit44 1323]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

[Princeton 396]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.