Charlemagne.

I respect your discussion in this thread but this attatchment is absurd, I did not use an AI to write an apology - I am more than capable of writing a sincere apology on my own.

I only want to say that I have truly been a horrible person and that I do not expect of your forgiveness, but I do want to tell you I am sorry for my past behaviour and I sincerely do not want to be that kind of person anymore. You have no obligation to me and I understand that, please just consider my apology, I do feel sick of myself when I think of things I used to say and the way I used to behave, I do regret the way I treated other people and I have tried my best to change myself since that time. There is nothing I can really do to take back the things I have said or the way I used to act, but I swear to you that I do not behave that way anymore. I support your feelings and cannot do anything but offer my forgiveness in stead of my past actions. I will defend myself in that I am not a sexual deviant or anything of that sort, as many people can attest, and none can testify toward, but that is neither here nor there and I sincerely apologize. That is all.

"The Duke has spoken, Aaunite cowards. We will fight and we will win, and you can write even as we are at your gates, if you wish to."

"The absolute state of humanity, weak willed people running 'states' that cannot defend themselves with anything but the written word, coming up with catching terms and phrases that would, in their minds, act in the stead of their shields. You are a lonesome widow with no ability to bear arms. You may continue to cry out, it will do you very little good."

"Wow who could have seen that coming"

"A movement which cannot be stopped and inevitably will triumph. No force could change what shall now come to pass."

A painting of Adria's loyal defenders would be sent to the Count of Varoche.

Leonid sits down in Velec's square with some of his business associates.

"So sayeth who, exactly?"

Arms of Vilac of Velec Up unto and thereafter since arriving in Adria, across sea and continent, the branch of House Vilac whose patriarch is I, Leonid Vilac, have not seen in existence such a welcoming and warm home as the Town of Velec. Even upon our first arrival through it's gate, the kind and wise Duke Heinrik did show us his noble nature, and afforded us to live in his demense with high respect and with great hospitality. This kindness, which was not expected on our behalf, has warmed the hearts of my family and truly endeared us to this Sarkozichian duchy. I firstly wish to declare on behalf of my family our sincere gratitude to the Duke of Adria, Heinrik Sarkozic, and furthermore to our rediscovered kinsmen of Ivanovich, and to our many newfound friends and fellow citizens of Adria. May this parchment and the words upon it represent that true gratitude and appreciation for these persons, held by every member of my kin, may it stand as our declaration of loyalty to this, our newfound home. As loyal citizens of this duchy we shall endeavor to cooperate with and seek the improvement of Adria, and in honor of this I declare that my family shall henceforth be known as the Vilac of Velec, after the beautiful town which has become our adopted home. Upon the exalted name of Aurelius Magnus, I swear that my house shall always stand for the Duchy should we be called upon for it's defence, we shall give deference to it's legal servants, and we shall forever respect the laws and customs of it's Grand Duma, and the rule of the elected Duke. May God Bless Adria. Leonid Vilac

NAME: Leonid AGE: 39 RACE: Human AFFILIATION: Adria MELEE(S) PARTICIPATING IN: Both

*The note would be posted publicly* Read below my declaration of support for the cause of Gwendel Vilac, who is to be tried for the murder of Taft Barclay. I state publicly and with God as my witness that I, Leonid Martius Vilac, pledge the full extent of my ability, and that of my family, to supporting the family of Gwendel Vilac. It has become my conviction to see that Gwendel Vilac be absolved of the crimes which he has been charged with, and allowed to continue to live in the realms of man under God without being constantly hounded as he exists at present. It is through peaceable means that I wish to see that where a man has lost his life true justice is fulfilled, rather than the hazed desire for death which otherwise clouds the judgement of the good and honorable men of the realms. I declare my support of the truth which is held by the family of the accused Gwendel Vilac, that Antonius Vilac acted alone in the murder of Taft Barclay, Gwendel Vilac wounded and unable to have committed the act, rather guilty of witnessing the murder and failing to report it, out of true care for his beloved brother. It is evident that justice was done when Antonius Vilac died for the act which he committed, beheaded and placed upon a wooden stake before the Duchy of Minitz, as God set forth for him. This being laid clear I state that to seek the death of Gwendel Vilac is not truth nor justice, in this time where man is so divided, it must be the task of thee to be forgiving, to be as people of God, and with justice which has been enacted to bury the hatchet, lest divided we allow cracks to creep through the land, and Ibleesic thoughts to seep forth into man's minds. Toward the powers that be, who shall trial Gwendel Vilac, let it be known that I, Leonid Martius Vilac, am an absolute defendant of his innocence, which I shall endure to see recognized at a peaceable end. May we see justice be true, Leonid Vilac

Leonid Vilac shook his van Aert brother's hand in a very powerful and manly display.

Let it be known that I am no scholar, for the writing of this simple tale I have hired a young nobleman who will record my dictation. I am neither a historian, and the only source I shall use is my own memory, and the tale which was passed down to me by my forefathers in rather plain fashion. I wish to relay a tale that has been passed down to myself, without the garnish that it might otherwise be given in books of history: the tale of Aurelius, or from his obscure birth at the fortress known as Dogger's Den, 'Canonius' to his obscure demise in Aeldinic retirement 'Aurelius'. Canonius here shall be given to you as was told to me by my father and his before him, and I will begin with his birth. Canonius was born under the watchful eye of his matriline grandfather Lord Deano Romstun, a man whose tale is worthy of recording somewhat here itself; Lord Romstun was born a son to the ancient gods of war rather than to mortal kind, as a man of his era would have conferred, self-proclaimed Duke of Lorraine and a wise tactician whose love for his retainers was without equal, by their leal arms he had claimed his large demense in right of conquest, a way that had long been thought antiquated by the time of his life, and in the process of that meteoric rise the martial lord had garnered great respect but ever greater fear from the courts of mankind. After an era of prosperity taken by the sword even those closest and blinded by love for Lord Romstun could understand how it was that his war-like house had earned the massive invasion that subsequently struck and swept over their conquest-given lands, for those who live by the sword will often indeed meet their end by it. In my dictation of these tales which so encompassed my upbringing I have forgotten that I set out to tell the tale of Canonius, and so we may tie in the destruction of the house of Romstun thus; Canonius was but a boy when the Ducal lands of Lorraine were seized by Lord Romstun, but he had at that time a great epiphany, first he had witnessed the nature of fear, recognized the mechanation that pulled each man to and fro, and with this recognition came many ideas in the young Canonius' mind, one can speculate that it was here that Canonius adopted his characteristic iron will, heart steeled from fear, refusing to allow such a phenomenon to guide him as he had witnessed it do to so many others. I now tell of a later time in Canonius' life, as emerging from the Fortress of Dogger's Den a young nobleman cunning and able, It was now when the Ducal lands were torn from Lord Romstun by a massive coalition which I shall say was shepherded by the fear of Lord Romstun's rise to power, and I shall say that Canonius too recognized this fact, and it was then that he knew surely how to rule man's hearts. To speak on fear, fear is a sharp sword for those who can apply it to great effect unto the hearts of man, evil in principle if your desire is merely to bring terror to them, as the wolf, but to that I counter-point, does not the shepherd use fear of the sheep-dog and the stick to guide his flock away from danger, does not God bestow fear unto the heart of a sinner to urge him off that path? In closing, the shepherd guides and protects, but the flock certainly do not feel love of him. Love is another phenomenon that Canonius learned to steer man's hearts, but it is clear by the nature of his rule that it was the lesser of his two powers as a man. Canonius loved his father, Carolus, a name rather unknown to history but entirely necessary to this tale, Canonius' father was not a great warrior or renowned figure of that age, but rather an unfortunate footnote that influenced more with his death than he ever did in his life. A member of a displeased republican underground in the city of Adelburg, Carolus was slain at the hands of the city guard in an obscure dispute that was never truly documented or understood, but might have involved a plot to seize the gates and to hail the city as a republic. Regardless of the true nature of that misfortune, the young Canonius was now faced with the first great decision of his lifetime, for at this time to his back stood a displaced Romstun host, seasoned warriors who lacked leadership and direction, and would soon scatter to the winds without. Canonius knew it was love of his father that caused him to act, but it was the fear of a life without purpose that he used to make his Romstun host to follow. Canonius gathered to his banner these veteran men, and into their sails he blew the winds of purpose again, filling their minds with grandiose ideas; no longer would they be warriors left without purpose, they would build the foundations for an empire of their own, an Emperor of their own. Perhaps I will continue this dictation at a later date, Leonid Vilac

I would like to be plotted very cool idea grool

*A letter would reach those that have openly declared their ties to the dynasty of Vilac or of Ivanovich* To the lords Van Aert, that draw from the House of Vilac by way of Gaspard, To the lords of Vilac who descend from the Aurelian line of Prince Martius, and to the lords of Ivanovich who sprang from the loins of Saint Arpad (pbuh), or from the mythical frontiersman Ivan, and lastly to those wayward branches which I cannot find names for. Many of you, as I have found, now reside in rather diverse corners of humanity, asunder by the will of man and the winds of change. There are those of you who dwell now in the farthest south of this continent, and yet still those of you who reside in the lands more alike to our 'heimat'' where the snow reaches more oft than not your rooves. Who could have dreamed that the seed of our ancestors would spread as if carried by the eagles across this land? I write to all you, most distant scions of our dynasty, who are known by many different names or legacies but may trace a common lineage to only a few individuals. Knowing that the coldness of distance has replaced what once was the closeness of your hearts, yet still; I write in despite of that sadness, and, with the hope that the common blood which you possess since God has deemed you worthy to carry it in this life is regarded by you with enough respect that you would answer your dynastic brother's call. I, Leonid, do not claim any sort of suzerainty or superiority over any of thee who declare yourselves for any other branch of this tree. I acknowledge wholely the title and prestige aquired by all of my brethren, such as the Aurelian dynasts of House van Aert, the Petran lordly branch of House Vilac, or the renowned wild branches of House Ivanovich, some of whom I am acquainted with and others who I have only heard of by proxy, yet all I declare my respect to in your own rights, It is you who have propagated for these many years that have done honor by our ancestors. My request to you all is the same, and it is not a matter of personal ambition that drives me to extend my arm to you, rather a sense of duty to 'try' what I believe is right; to bring together this distant and often quarrelsome branch of this ancient tree that is man, to share our presence before the same hearth as our ancestors did, and perhaps find true our roots. If you have received this correspondance, and you wish to offer a reply, I reside most patiently at Adria to hear from you. God's Grace keep you, Leonid Vilac

Presently residing at Sedan, Leonid Martinus Vilac recieves word of the proclamation, he stands himself up, and brushes himself off.