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Aviel Roy held up the invitation for the rest of the Helfgott household to see. “Let’s give our support for union o’ one o’ the Emperor’s sons!” He called to the small sea of majority red hair.

Aviel Roy read over the invitation, the names and signatures upon the parchment. “Whate’er befalls them during these festivities, let it be the will of God.” The Helfgott Patriarch drawled before feeding the paper to a flame.

The Southern exile, Aviel Roy, now reacclimatized to the northern air and culture of the Holy Imperium read of the win within Cerulia’s borders. A victory for the Empire for sure, though he pondered if his friends within the Serene March still drew breath. “The final battles ‘gainst the Dwarves are ‘pon us, victory lies wit’ the fall o’ Kal’Baraz.” The Helfgott Patriarch intoned to himself in the silence of the captain’s cabin of his familial ship, ‘The Menagerie.’ Would he join in these final battles against the Grand Kingdom or continue to cement is family’s presence in their new home? As of current, only GOD knew what the decision would be.

Azure-hued eyes read the missive that had been given to Aviel Roy by a passing courier. The Helfgott's brow furrowed as he then rose his head from the letters upon the page. "This taint'll be purged, even if this Wraithlord believes it t' be Fate." An ornery smirk permeated the man's visage. "Man has fought Daemons an' won for millenia, the Silverwoods'll be purified o' this malice. DEUS VULT!" Aviel shouted as he drew his sword from its scabbard and held the tip of the blade southward, the golden etchings upon his Daemonsteel weapon , once held by his brother-in-arms, glimmering in the rays of the Sun.

[!] A letter would soon arrive for only the eyes of the Cardinal Du Loc Piñieda (@tasty_cheesecake) and High Pontiff, Caius II (@Nectorist). The fine parchment carrying the scent of sea salt and brine.

It absolutely boggles my mind that we have to put this into the redlines for a MACHINE powered by voidal magic. Can we not be absolute degenerates to the point we have to put this kind of stuff into CA for a literal MACHINE? Control yourselves for Pete's sake! +1 (get this redline in so there's no more Machine-Descendant lover arcs)

The great-nephew of the Archduke, Gilles Therin, would be provided the missive by a servant. As he looked over the parchment, prismarine hues would widen in shock. “Who would even provide rites for such an abhorrence?!” The young man exclaimed.

[!] The parchment found within your hands held the strong scent of salt and brine. THE PRETENDER CRIES Issued by the Patriarch of de Pelear 18th of Javier’s Justice, 196 D.R. DENOUNCEMENT OF SEÑOR DOMINIGO Señor Dominigo, Hola, sorry for not replying; I was enjoying the open sea before your arrogance crossed my mind once more and ruined the moment. It was not until your own letter addressing Señor Helfgott that I heard naught of your name, nor that of those that came after Inigo Andres Manuel Matviy. The records show no descendancy of Inigo and Ornella, with the last mention of your purported line being the passage of Inigo in 114 D.R., so your claims are shaky at best, and falsified at worst. There are those that wish that the Hypsian Throne were theirs, so false claims are not unusual for usurpers; especially for a family that has fallen into silence as mine has. Tragically for you, pretender, the Kingdom has been dissolved for decades now; myself never knowing the luxuries of a royal. The fact you dare use mí familia’s sovereign coat of arms tells me you disrespect and are ignorant of the treaty of surrender, pinned to this missive, that was made between Hyspia, Númendil, now Idunia; and those of the Church and Holy League. You put mí familia in complete danger just by using that coat of arms. You insult mí abuela and believe she ruled when Hyspia fell, no, she was not the one who led Hyspia into the War of the Crown and Crozier. In fact, she had abdicated the throne the day before any allegiance was given to the Horenic Covenant. The architect of that allegiance? Crown-Princess Amarantha, who declared herself Queen without the blessing of the Holy Mother Church. I am not of her blood, I am the son of Princess-Royal Cataleya, grandson of Queen Xiomara I, great-grandson of Crown-Princess Santana, two times great-grandson of Sovereign Ramona I, three times great-grandson of Viceroy Cesar II, four times great-grandson of Viceroy Francisco I, and five times great-grandson of Viceroy Cesar I. The blood of all these great De Pelears run through my veins and I will not have you diminish my claim. ACHIEVEMENTS OF QUEEN XIOMARA I Moreso, you arrogant fool, I will enlighten you on why mí abuela has gone down in history as Queen Xiomara “The Golden”: Rose to the Sovereign Throne of Hyspia at the age of only eight summers, receiving no assistance with governance from a Regent. Revitalization of the Hyspian Military, El Orden de Francisco. Revitalization of the Hyspian Noble Class. Introduction of the Hyspian Gentry Class. Purged all Darkspawn within Hyspia’s borders. Pushed for the Sanctification of Saint Francisco and succeeded. Brought Hyspia into a Golden Age of life and bustle. Elevated to the status of Queen by the Holy Mother Church; therefore the territory becoming the Kingdom of Hyspia. And this is just a few of the many things mí abuela accomplished as Queen of Hyspia and her blood runs through my veins. Additionally, within the surrender treaty, of which it is painfully obvious that you have not read, it reads that Queen Xiomara “The Golden” will be regarded as “...the first and last coronated Queen of Hyspia...” DISOWNMENT OF SEÑOR DOMINIGO Therefore, as the trueblood Stallion of de Pelear and its truest inheritor by blood and birthright, I denounce and disown you, Señor Dominigo; labeling you a pretender and usurper, and permanently take the name of this storied Casa away, whose tales and history you are ignorant to. I will not honor you with even a surname, as that would be too kind for the insult you have shown to me and mí familia. Continue using the name of mí familia in your signature and you will find your throat at the tip of my blade, señor. Mí abuelo, Ser-King Julian “The Volatile”, and the seas have taught me to not tolerate such arrogance and ignorance to mí familia’s name and history. YOU will come to ME in the flesh, if you wish to challenge the birthright I possess to the Casa de Pelear. I will be making landfall upon Azuras soon. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, SEÑOR, Zulimar Jorge de Pelear, Patriarca del Casa de Pelear, Capitán del Joya Silenciosa

A familiar face to the Greye mulled in his thoughts as he sat in the captain's cabin of his ship while reading the Hound's missive, ocean-blue eyes scanning the parchment as a flame-hued lock of hair was spun about a finger. "Is it truly heresy if the Pontiff's allowin' Sigismundites t' worship God an' venerate their patron as an Exalted? A read o' the recent Golden Bull would've enlightened ye greatly." He murmured to himself. "I must ponder if ye only exchanged letters with Miss Temesch 'r ye conveniently omitted other sins while pleadin' wit' the Pontiff, Oathbreaker." Aviel Roy added before putting the missive away and rising from his seat to go maintain his ship, those same hues now looking towards the harbor of his family's new home.

Aviel Roy looked over the documentation regarding the House of Greye. Once his sight reached the bottom of the page, an unexpected laugh left him most abruptly upon reading the title of his former squire. "Voice o' the Blood?" The Helfgott managed to intone between breathes. "If I had a mina fer e'ery damn title mentionin' blood, I'd 'ave two mina; which isn' much, but interestin' that it's 'appened twice." - "Hopefully 'e has more luck that the Lord of the Blood." The ginger chuckled to himself, tossing the missive into a nearby flame.

The missive would find itself in the hands of the man leading the Exilic South northward, Aviel, an audible hum passed his lips as he thought. "So another joins m'self on the journey o' spiritual healin'; God has enlightened ye, Cesia. I wish that more 'ad been the same." The Patriarch of Helfgott murmured to himself, looking southward across the bay that split the Imperial Crownlands in the North and the paganist lands of the South. "I must wonder, 'ow much longer can the Four Brothers' Alliance hold itself t'gether?"

Gunthram was given a missive by a passing courier, storm-hued eyes scanned the page. Thus, he would return to his home to prepare himself for what is to come next. "Rest well, Lord Rex, may thine life no longer be gnawed on by the stress of leadership." The young man hummed as he walked.

The trueblood Stallion of de Pelear scoffed a laugh as he read the obvious ignorance to familial history and tosses the missive off the side of the Silent Jewel and into the deep blue of the ocean off the coast of Azuras. The wind blowing through his braided hair while aurum beads glimmered like stars in the sunlight. "Madre de Dios, the arrogance of this tonto. . ." Zulimar pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, then looking to his helmsman with sapphire hues; the same color eyes as the last Queen of Hyspia. "Set sail further inland, lad! We're gonna take a visit to an old friend of mi abuela!" The captain ordered as the ship weaved through the waterways between the Oyashiman-held isles of the South; an ornery smirk drew across the man's visage. "Tu will soon know the name of Zulimar Jorge de Pelear very well, Dominigo. . ." He drawled to himself as he caught glimpses of the Golden State between the jutting islets prior to crossing into the bay at the continent's heart.

CLARIFICATION OF LEADERSHIP Issued by the Patriarch of de Pelear 10th of Francisco’s Blessing, 195 D.R. CLARIFICATION OF LEADERSHIP The House of de Pelear has long been silent since the fall of our beloved Hyspia. Such silence from our Head of House has brought about confusion of who is to lead us in this new age of strife. That era of silence is to be ended now before someone whose lineage does not appear upon the old De Pelear familial records, which are public, tries to impose their will upon our House and drag us into a war that we have no obligation to be in, especially on the side of our long-time adversaries, the Orcs of the Horde. Any and all, aside from this Alcalde of Ipanema would know of how the Orcs attributed to the dissolution of our beloved nation and fighting with our adversary would only add our house's name to a list of those that will be hunted down well past the end of this Age. Therefore, as blood of the last Queen and King of Hyspia, Xiomara I and Ser Julian I, I declare anyone that attempts to usurp this seat from me a pretender and usurper. The position of Head of House of de Pelear shall be inherited by its rightful heir, myself: Señor Zulimar Jorge de Pelear The legal and familial evidence of my ascension to the Head of our familia is the following: The line of Crown-Princess Amarantha Cristana de Pelear is not eligible as a result of her excommunication from the Church during the War of the Crown and Crozier. The line of Prince Antonio Olivar de Pelear is not eligible as a result of him marrying out of the family, therefore foregoing his position as second-in-line to the Patriarchy of de Pelear. The line of Prince Isidoro Lucero de Pelear is currently not eligible as the Prince was the youngest of Queen Xiomara I and Ser-King Julian I’s four children. The line of Princess Cataleya Valentina de Pelear, therefore, is the most senior and direct line of de Pelear, able to trace its lineage from Xiomara I and all the way back to Viceroy Cesar I, to take on the mantle of the Patriarchy/Matriarchy of de Pelear. As I am the oldest of Princess Cataleya’s children, leading this Familia back to greatest is my duty by birthright. Any who challenge this succession by birthright is to physically bring themselves forth to myself so that chaos does not take hold of our familia any longer. Señor Dominigo, you may remain within the borders of the Horde, but you will not drag my familia’s name through the sand for your allegiance with those that have caused our people to scatter across the land. Therefore, you will no longer hold the name of de Pelear until you come to your senses or you come to challenge me in the flesh. DIOS LOS BENDIGA, SEÑOR, Zulimar Jorge de Pelear, Patriarca del Casa de Pelear, Capitán del Joya Silenciosa

[!] Within your grasp would be a missive written on fine parchment. The faint scent of candle wax would permeate your senses. A RESPONSE TO MISTER DOMINIGO Penned by the PATRIARCH OF HOUSE HELFGOTT ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ GREAT BENEDICTIONS TO ALL, And to the Alcalde of the Golden State of Ipanema. I must say firstly that I am no priest or man of the cloth, I myself have never been ordained by the Church; I simply take my faith more serious than many others. Therefore, I cannot provide a service for you and your people. Secondly, from the tales I heard from my father growing up, I am surprised to hear that a De Pelear has decided to reside within the lands of the Orcish Horde; I do hope that you are aware of the tragedies wrought by their hands and why Hyspia has been fractured into the High Lordship of Viru and the Golden State of Ipanema. You and your people may speak the name of GOD, but without a shepherd to guide the flock, the Ipanemans are lost lambs in a land full of paganist wolves. Follow me north into the arms of Horen, reject your titles, and you may hear real and true priests of the Canon proffer the Word of GOD to the masses. Otherwise, the safety of the Ipaneman Flock cannot be ensured. REPENT AND APOLOGISE TO YOUR EMPEROR, FOR HIS JUDGEMENT IS FINAL. AVE IMPERIUM! ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ Affirmed by the Patriarch of House Helfgott on the 14th of the OWYN'S FLAME, in the Year of Our LORD, 2069 I.T. MIT GOTT ALS MEIN ANKER, Aviel Roy Helfgott By Faith in GOD, Patriarch of House Helfgott

[!] Within your grasp would be a missive written on fine parchment. The faint scent of candle wax would permeate your senses. THE TIDE RECEDES Penned by the PATRIARCH OF HOUSE HELFGOTT ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ GREAT BENEDICTIONS TO ALL, And to the Holy Imperator of Man and Emperor of Mankind, HADRIAN PRIMUS of the House of Horen, most of all. I was deceived by the man that had led me since I stepped foot within the borders of Stirland back on Aevos, Peter Rovare, to follow him into the belly of pagan lands, that of the Orcish Horde, away from the holy sites and priests of the Imperium for the promise of glory and prestige that was not for the glory and prestige of Almighty GOD, but for Pride, the most dangerous of Sins. My children, as a result, have never seen the shining beacon of Humanity that is the Imperium, so I wish for them to not be as easily blinded as I had been. I, Aviel Roy Helfgott, so declare the following by steady hand, sound mind, and in apology to our Holy Imperator, the Emperor of Man, HADRIAN PRIMUS: DISSOLUTION OF TITLES It is by my hand, and as the Count of Nautica, that all noble titles held by the House of Helfgott are hereby DISSOLVED. Anyone, especially those of Helfgott blood, found in use of any of the following titles after the release of this declaration in any form, are to be seen as oathbreakers and disowned by the House of Helfgott: The County of Nautica, title held in tandem by the Patriarch and Matriarch of House Helfgott The Viscounty of Privesk, title held by the Heir-Presumptive of House Helfgott The Lordship of Mariner’s Bay, Dynastic Title of House Helfgott The Lordship of Waldenstein, Dynastic Title of House Helfgott Although I do not carry the Blessing of the Archaengul’s Courage, should the oathbreaker be a Templar, this will be the Honorable Templar’s permission to initiate the VICTOR’S JUSTICE against them. Saint Michael does not tolerate the breakers of oaths. ON THE KNIGHTLY ORDERS OF BELETHIA As Grand Knight of the Grand Order of Beleth and Grand Companion of the Order of the Star, I hereby declare the DISSOLUTION of both the GRAND ORDER OF BELETH and the ORDER OF THE STAR, never to be raised again as both had been corrupted by the hands of Peter; to do so will initiate the same protocol as the above subsection (DISSOLUTION OF TITLES). I will also be casting away my knighthood, something that I have held since I was a young adult, and monikers of “The Flamehound” and “The Arbiter” as part of my penance to our Holy Imperator. I will also not look to regain knighthood within our Holy Imperium, unless GOD dictates such to be part of my life’s path once more. A knight must know Humility well, as it is the greatest of Virtues and set you upon the Path of Righteousness and Godliness. To deny Humility is to invite Pride into your soul, then quickly followed by the rest of the Deathly Sins; I am thankful that the scales upon my eyes were peeled away before Pride set itself firmly within my soul. CONCLUSION Those of the former Belethian Federation that have decided to stay and believe that the Light Everlasting, our Almighty GOD will be on your side are most SORELY MISTAKEN. I have been in just about every city within the Federation and have only ever found ONE CHURCH OF THE CANON and, amongst you, there is naught ONE MAN OR WOMAN OF THE CLOTH, nor a monk ordained by the Canonist Church in sight. I doubt that any true priest of the Canon would train and ordain any of you. To put it more aptly: GOD IS NOT ON YOUR SIDE. I follow the will of the LIGHT EVERLASTING, and I have now realized that I was deceived to believe that the Belethian Federation had GOD as part of its foundation, when in truth, He NEVER was. May GOD’s mercy be swift and deliver you to your Eternal Penance, hopefully you then will find it in your soul to repent and be allowed the succor of the Seven Skies. To the Faithful that exiled themselves to the South to practice the traditions of your Canonist sect, follow me, forgo your titles and ranks, and follow the receding tide back into the flock of Horen with Humility. Otherwise, the door will be closed firmly behind and locked eternally, with your serpentine broods being hunted IN PERPETUITY and your souls finding themselves in the same Eternal Penance that follows those that challenge our Holy Imperator. Without GOD, the Path of Desolation and Ruin, that of the Deceiver, is the only path the most naïve and fallible will find themselves treading upon. Deny penance after death, and you will find yourself face to face with Ruin Itself. REPENT AND APOLOGISE TO YOUR EMPEROR, FOR HIS JUDGEMENT IS FINAL. AVE IMPERIUM. ▪────༺ ☨ ༻────▪ CLOSING PRAYER GREATEST OF COUNCILORS, OUR PERFECT SHEPARD, grant myself and the exilic Southerners the wisdom and resolve to continue in our trek back into Your embrace and that of the shelter of Horen’s tent, Father GOD. Steel our resolve, Father, for we will be ridiculed and ostracized by our friends and family that remain in the Serpent’s Pit. However, those that remain, Almighty GOD, know not when the Serpent will strike their heel and infect them with its deathly poison, had it not already struck. EXALTED HOREN, pray for us, provide us of the Exilic South and our misguided brethren to be bestowed with your Humility and return into our Holy Father’s Covenant. EXALTED OWYN, pray for us, let your Holy Fire immolate the souls of the Exilic South to burn away the impurities we have suffered under the misguidance of the Belethians and their Pagan overlords. Let this War purge these lands of the impurity of the Pagans and Heretics that have taken us from the Holy and Righteous Path laid out to us by GOD. EXALTED GODFREY, pray for us, let the forthcoming Justice of the Imperium come swift to those of the misguided that have remained within the paganous, heretical Horde. Bestow upon those that fight in GOD and the Imperetor’s names the Glory of victory in the coming battles. Let Justice be swift for the Exilic South that returns into the embrace of Almighty GOD. EXALTED SIGISMUND, pray for us, let Wisdom and Clairvoyance envelop all and have all come to realize that to fight against the Imperium is to fight against the will of Almighty GOD. The misguided fight blind to the knowledge that the Imperium fights with GOD’s favor and only those that see may realize that this war has already been won. SAINT ALEXANDER FREDERICK OF FURNESTOCK, pray for us, grant your favor to those soldiers loyal to your beloved Imperium. SAINT ARPAD OF VILACZ, pray for us, grant Focus and Vitality to the soldiers of the Imperium as they fight the paganous and heretical hordes of the South. SAINT CHARLES OF PETRUS, pray for us, give us the Strength and Fortitude to the Exilic South to steel our minds and allow us to return to the Imperium in confidence, not letting doubt seep into our minds and souls. In tandem, give Strength and Fortitude to the loyal soldiers of the Imperium, let their steel never break and their bodies given the vigor to see out the entirety of each battle. It is in HIS Blessed and Holy Name that we pray: AMEN! Affirmed by the Patriarch of House Helfgott on the 11th of the HOREN'S CALLING, in the Year of Our LORD, 2069 I.T. MIT GOTT ALS MEIN ANKER, Aviel Roy Helfgott By Faith in GOD, Patriarch of House Helfgott

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A missive from his sister-in-law would be received by Gunthram. Slowly, he would find himself more and more alone within the South. Although he was surrounded by Descendants, he came to the greater realization that very few were of Horen’s blood and even Rovaric blood. A sigh left the young man as he continued to write within his journal.

Gunthram, from the house he had been put under house arrest in within the Orcish Capital, received the missive from his father. The young Rovare gave a nervous chuckle, not knowing whether his father’s words will come back soon to bite him or not. “Interesting how this is the only government-related missive that’s come out of this entire ordeal and our reign here in Beleth, but at least it’s something.” He spoke in a soft murmur of dissatisfaction with everything that has transpired. Thus Gunthram would grab his journal and dabbed the tip of his quill into his inkwell before making a new entry to share his thoughts. Ser Aviel would receive the missive from a passing courier and read it. A mix of emotions fluttered within his soul, he had always followed Peter, even looking up to his as a second father-figure. However, he was tasked with the protects of a domain that had hence been dissolved and its titles passed to the Empire, where the rest of his and his wife’s family were. The Helfgott thus choose to retreat to his office and locking the door behind himself before taking a seat. He ran his fingers through his long, flame-hued mane, fidgeting as his mind raced with hundreds of thoughts. “What am I t’ do now?” He quietly spoke to himself, the stone bricks of the palace’s walls picking up naught an echo.

Why not incorporate subjugated Realms by default like in previous war rules? There's no point in warring another Realm if you're just gonna instantly give them autonomy because you want access to more nation mines. This additionally feels like a legalized loophole for Realms to get out of paying for the massive amount of upkeep of subjugated Realms. This rule also favors Realms with subjugated, unincorporated Realms that can span entire maps and limit access to nodes/roleplay for Realms that larger, "multi-realm" Realms don't like IRPly or OOCly.

“Purity an’ Light?” That Knight echoed as an inquiry to his elderly father (@BlauRps). Ser Aviel’s keen sight noting the faint glow before giving Arthur a nod. “Aye, let’s ‘ead home.”