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Ivan reads over the entirety of the contents, nodding happily. Though he was somewhat disheartened by the tax portion. "Maybe I should go for a Principality.. they pay 10 marks more than I do for my small little shop in the Capital!"

Ivan var Ruthern was thoroughly confused. "I thought the High Elven state elected their leaders? Why do the Northern savages refer to her as a princess?" A man of Raevir blood gave two thumbs up, nicknamed the Brash by his kin. "Alright, sure. Don't care much for Elven politics anywhom, WHY not!"

A Truce Broken The Lord Ivan var Ruthern sat still within his room in Kositz, wondering to himself: How do I tell the Grand King what tragedy has befallen me on the eve where we agreed to peace? I can not condemn him, for he was not responsible for the actions of his ill-decisioned kin. It was not the Grand King who had ordered the Irehearts to cut my tongue from my mouth. I can only hope that he hears me, that he respects me, despite what transgressions I may have bestowed upon him in months prior. "To His Majesty, the Grand King of Urguan, I wrote to you, not three months prior, begging for peace for a celebration of our holidays. A celebration of Tuvmas, Dwedmas and Krugmas. You accepted my plea, a most noble display in my own opinion. I write to you today, not to shame you nor undermine your position, as you were not present to oversee these matters that I speak of. I rode with a Dwarf, bearing those facial markings that one could not mistake for anything other than an Ireheart. I escorted him through Providence, yet I was transgressed against. Ulfric, you are a man for whom I respect dearly. I remember those hours, months ago where we had a long conversation regarding the war and the sadness of it. I have a profound respect for you, as well as a number on your council. The Ireheart’s are those I have grievance with, for their brash, insubordinate ideals are a cancer that plagues your Kingdom. I sat in their halls today, under a white flag, a flag of truce, only to be met with hatred by all but one Ragrin Ireheart. I came with him to Urguan, to discuss the case of a potential grievance committed against a mere child, and one who I'd heard referred to as Bakir entered the hall, quick to strike against me. I desperately tried to explain my situation to him, that I was here only to help serve justice against one who would harm a child, that I was there under your own blessing and that my intent was not one of malice or spite. I was there, genuinely to assist you and your own kin. My pleas were not listened to, as he struck me. I drew my sword, laying it down before him and was thus unarmed, I asked if I could leave, peacefully, my weapon laid before him as I stood. He refused. A group of these men came down into the hall, drawing blades upon me, one man under a white flag as I had stated before. They called me scum, a filthy Orenian and said they did not answer to you. Yet, I had shown my good will, my intent for peace as we both had intended, yet again, they did not listen. The Dwarves who bore green marks dragged me before their pit of combat, thrusting sword into my hand and there I was felled, having already been weakened by blows delivered by their so-called “Clan Leader”. Once more, they dragged me out of the pit, making a mockery of me despite my attempts at a singular day of peace. I pleaded again, “Lord Ireheart, this day is a day of peace, signed by your own Grand King, would you dare to go against his wish?” His response was that the hall was his, his command was his own. These are your own supporters, the folk YOU call to war? If not for the ex-Grand King Levian’Tol as well as a number of council members, I fear my life would have been forfeit. My tongue was cut from my mouth. It is for that reason I write to you rather than speak to you face to face. For I can no longer speak, that most precious means of communication was taken from me, the Ireheart’s cauterizing my tongue to ensure it could not be reattached. Yet, somehow, that is not where it ended. They dragged me from the gates of your city, dragged me, they did not allow me to ride the steed which I had accompanied Ragrin upon as an escort.. and when I arrived at the tavern of our original agreement, to celebrate this holiday together, they threw me upon the ground, my nose and wrist broken, my tongue cut from my mouth and the flesh ripped from my knees. They grasped me by my scalp, by my hair and held me before the place that we had both agreed peace was to be upon, eventually thrusting me to the ground when the most honourable Ferrymen stated they would not stand with them. My respect is eternal.. and I believe it will never fade, regardless of what the outcome is on the battlefield. You spoke to me not like a King, that day, but as a soldier, acknowledging that the war would not be a pleasant one. Ulfric Frostbread, Grand King of Urguan. I believe I hold more respect for you than the men who have sworn to defend your word and honour, as was evident when those who fall under your Kingdom dishonoured your own pact today, disavowing your own word and proving that they can not hold to oaths you had signed with your own name. Please, Ulfric, punish them for their transgressions, for I was there on your promise. If not for the promise you made of peace, I would not have been there at all." Sincerely, Lord Ivan var Ruthern

Ivan watched as his sister removed the man's head clean from his shoulders. "And so it goes.. mercy given to a man, part of a group that shows none, robbing citizens unarmed as they make way to our city. Nie longer, I say." The young heir commented, a profound respect developed for the man as he held steadfast in his last moments, a respect that he shared for a good amount of the Ferrymen. A capable man, who had shown courage in his last breaths drawn.

Ivan var Ruthern had a plethora of papers stacked 'pon his desk within Kositz. He had read most of them, wondering aloud to himself. "The defensive alliance, at least formally, was signed niet 3 months ago." He continues to glance over the papers, shrugging his shoulders at that, "they put it on paper that it was to oppose the 'tyrannical' rule of Oren, though we had heard rumour on the wind that this would be the case long before it was formal. I suppose, if there is a means there will be found a way. Can't say I look forward to fighting my Kin from the North, though when the day comes where we do meet in battle, I pray they would give me a quick death, just as I would give the same to them." Ivan utters, figuring that the time for glancing over words on paper was over. He brought the copies to his hearth and threw them on, watching as they curled, blackened and then turned to ash. Surely, the smell of wood burning, the sounds of fire and the crackling of wood, would be things he will become unfortunately accustomed too over the next few years.

Ivan var Ruthern smiled and made a simple comment as the news was delivered to him. "Nice. I love Orcs."

Ivan var Ruthern smiles as he is delivered the missive, happy to attend the Inn in two Saint's Days time.

The Tuvmas, Dwedmas and Krugmas Truce - 20th of the Deep Cold, 1851 A potential depiction of hostile forces celebrating a Holiday together. The last few years have seen the states of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the Holy Orenian Empire in a state of turmoil. War has erupted between the Dwarves of the Kingdom and the forces of Man whom back the Imperial throne. Blood has been shed on both sides, with many falling to the chaotic state that has erupted between our two realms. Now, with the inclusion of the Kingdom of Haense, as well as Norland, battle will only see more intense and bloody fighting. Let us set a precedent, let us lay down our arms for a day.. and drink together. Let us set aside any quarrel and hostilities we may have, to celebrate what life we have been given, a day free of bloodshed, strife, harm and grief. The day of Tuvmas, Krugmas or Dwedmas, depending where you are from, is meant to be a day of festivities, thanks and joy for all folk that reside within this realm. Let us set aside one day to drink together, not as enemies but as friends. The Ferrymen recently made a declaration, a declaration that they would no longer be raiding the place known as 'Destiny's Crossroad', a place of neutrality. I, Ivan var Ruthern, propose that we celebrate this day there, on behalf of all that we have lost in this most gruesome war. No one will bring any armaments.. no weapons, no armour, nothing. This will be a day of peace. All invited parties are welcome to bring two guards, whom are armed, to guard the events. On behalf of the Empire and the Grand Kingdom that is involved, I implore everyone to attend so that we can celebrate life for a day, rather than take it. HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Philip III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Anastasia of Kositz, Empress consort of the Holy Orenian Empire, Duchess consort of Furnestock ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚨᚾᚨᚱᛏ'ᚢᚱ'ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen Lord Ivan var Ruthern, Heir to the County of Kositz

Ivan var Ruthern sent a letter to the legendary Banjo, "Can we share beers here?"

Ivan var Ruthern finds this comical coming from the High Pontiff who backs an army that stands with heathens. "What a jester."

Ivan var Ruthern coughs, sending a letter to the Aulic Envoy to discuss a date and place to meet. He then finishes glancing over the missive, finding humour in the claim that Haense would appoint its own ambassadors, but then in same stroke of words saying that Orenians could not banish folk from their own lands. Oh well, he thought, delivering a letter to the man regardless.

Ivan var Ruthern shrugged. "I presume it's the slum-dwellers and their stupidity that venture down there.. natural selection, I suppose." He mumbled to himself.

Ivan var Ruthern was disgruntled, he had promised the Grand King respect, and he did not give it to him with the cutting of his beard. Regardless, he was glad the ISA had achieved such a victory within the depths of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, he hoped the war would see an end sometime soon.

Ivan var Ruthern has his torches ready!

Ivan var Ruthern, upon the recent dismissing of these rumours, happily retracts his statement. He supports Lily's Bistro once more!

Ivan var Ruthern had heard from a plethora of people that the Pontiff Everard VI set into motion events that could of.. or perhaps have formed a coalition against the Orenian Empire. After reading this missive, he began to wonder if Edith Hope was a true citizen of the Holy state. A brief period of very little thought came and ultimiately he decided he would boycott her business until she retracted her statement.

Ivan var Ruthern, within the basilica, gave an approving nod before offering TWO thumbs up.

Ivan var Ruthern believes the previous three months have been rather chaotic. Though he welcomes these massive changes to Humanity.

Ivan var Ruthern has gathered a plethora of torches to use in the razing of Urguan to the dirt. stone?

The 1849 Peasant Riot of New Providence A scene of the Peasant Riot within the poorer areas of New Providence, circa. 1849 (( https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/755500 )) It was a scene of carnage, as a brigade of Imperial State Army troops were assailed by a large gathering of peasantry within the slums of New Providence, aptly named Mane's Grotto, likely after the late Gustav Ratmane, who's mental state deteriorated following a rather prestigious and beneficial term as Lord Mayor of Helena. The riots were a result of the arrest of a man from the slums by the Imperial State Army in connection with two murders that had occurred earlier within the month. He was alleged to have been involved in both of these murders, of which were committed upon two unidentified citizens of New Providence. In both cases, it was found that the bodies had been stripped of any valuables and the coin purses emptied. The man in question was discovered in the midst of removing jewelry from one of the bodies. Upon being led to the slums, an outcry was heard over the arrest of the man. An officer of the ISA then proceeded to make the bold claim that the murderer must have came from this poorer part of town, given the coin purses having been emptied near completely. This caused an uproar and violence quickly escalated, with the crowds beginning to hurl debris at the soldiers. A comment from another officer shortly after, whom stated that "there were people in worse off conditions than them" incited more intense violence as the crowd surged forward, attempting to take the soldiers weapons away from them. Some were successful in these attempts as they began to then clash with the ISA, whom quickly made a tactical retreat from the area. As they departed, numerous obscenities were yelled and bricks, bottles and rocks thrown as they made their quick exit. Only one Imperial soldier was injured, having received a wound to his arm, and a total of two peasants were killed in retaliation during the affair. Future encounters with the peasants will hopefully go more smoothly, though, after the events that transpired earlier today it is unknown whether that will be the case. ((OOC: just a little RP post, if you were not present at the RP that took place, or have not heard of it, please do not RP having knowledge of these situations, cheers :) ))

Ivan var Ruthern cannot wait to raze the Urguani capital to the dirt. stone?

Ivan var Ruthern doesn’t see a signature anywhere on the page from His Majesty Philip III.

Ivan var Ruthern curses as he reads over the missive, shaking his head as his hands trembled. "Why, dearest brother and sister. Why must vy make me choose between vy and our Hauchpapej." He mumbled to himself, thinking deeply upon what his next actions should be.