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“Please write me back, I miss you.” a man says 

“It seemed to me that he wanted death...” said orenian cur commented to his friend Isaac.

“Oh woe is this weak heart of mine to suffer such a great loss! Cousin, teacher, friend. Rest easy with our fathers in the halls of the great God you did administer.”

Egg sneezes loudly into his handkerchief after dabbing streams of tears from his eyes.  

A passing Humbertine Monk asks Brother Philip to pull his finger. 

Young Man Seeking Lodgings in Imperial Capital.

Good day and good eve to any and all that might read this notice!

Quite simply, as the title of this advertisement suggests I am looking for accommodation in the Imperial Capital of New Helena, due to having found employment as a steward in the Ministry of the Interior.

My name is Albert Myre, and I am eighteen years, three months and twenty two days* in age. I am quiet, clean and of a bookish disposition. Come from a gentile family of medium wealth and respectable position within Vesnian society.

I am more than happy to pay rent, however on my current earnings I cannot afford to live independently.

Whilst I am working for the ministry, I am also undertaking education and training in law under my cousin, famed solicitor Jan Haas; most notably of ‘The Reza Affair’.

Any interested party please contact me at my current forwarding Address,

Myre Tower,

Varoche Palace,

Ves,

Kaedrin.

I look forward to hearing from you,

Regards,

Albert Myre, Esq.

*at time of writing.

The reason why the Norlanders have been and are still looked upon at the beginning of a combat as more than men, and afterwards as less than women.

OR: How the pagan and nonhuman factions of the world may never come to form any lasting military might due to the ineffectual tribal systems of their succession. 

‘The audacity of that NORLANDER who defied to single combat any IMPERIAL of the army on the AVARIAN SEA, and his subsequent combat with SER MICHAEL HIGHTOWER, recalls to my mind the saying of JOHN III, “that the NORLANDERS at the beginning of a fight are more than men, but in the course of the combat they become less than women.” In reflecting upon the causes to which this is attributed, I believe the general opinion to be true, that it is owing to their natural temperament. But we must not infer from this that this temperament, which makes them so ferocious in the beginning, may not be so disciplined by training that they will preserve their valor up to the very end of the fight. And to prove this I maintain that there are three different characters of troops. One combines warlike ardor with discipline: this produces true valor, like that of the KAEDRENI. All history shows that a proper discipline prevailed in their armies, and had done so for a long time. For in a well-ordered army no one should do anything except in accordance with the regulations; and accordingly we find that the KAEDRENI armies (which having vanquished the world may well serve as an example to all others) neither ate nor slept, nor performed any other act, military or civil, unless according to the order of the CHIVAYS. And armies that do not observe such a system cannot in reality be called armies; and if nevertheless they sometimes seem to merit the name, it is more by their ardor and a sort of blind impulse than by their steady valor. But where that ardor is properly disciplined, it employs its impetuosity at the right time and with moderation; and no difficulties can abate or disconcert it. For good order sustains the courage and reanimates that ardor with the hope of victory, which will never fail if discipline be preserved. The reverse of this happens to armies that have ardor without discipline: such was the case with the NORLANDERS, who were wholly wanting in discipline during combat. For if they did not overthrow the enemy by their first furious onset, upon which they relied for victory, not being sustained by a well-regulated valor, and having nothing besides their impetuosity to give them confidence, they failed when that first ardor was cooled. But with the IMPERIALS it was very different; less mindful of danger because of the good order which they preserved during battle, they felt assured of victory, and continued the fight with firm and obstinate courage, and manifested the same valor at the end as at the beginning of battle, the heat of the contest rather inflaming their courage than otherwise. The third kind of armies are such as have neither natural courage nor discipline. Of this kind are the DWARVEN armies of our time, which are entirely useless. Unless they fall upon an enemy that by some accident has taken to flight, they are never victorious. Without citing any special instances, we have daily proofs of their total lack of valor. The testimony of SER EDWYN HARWYN shows us how good armies are formed, and how bad ones are made. Upon this latter point I will quote the remarks of the Dictator ANTONIUS I, when he wanted to punish SER STEFAN MOROVIC, his captain of NAUZICA. “Let none,” said he, “fear either men or the gods; let them disregard the orders of the commanders and the auspices; let the soldiers, unprovided with anything, roam loosely through the country of friend or foe, forgetful of their oaths, from which they absolve themselves at will; let them desert their colors, disregard the orders for assembling; let them fight indiscriminately by day or by night, in favorable or unfavorable positions, and with or without the orders of their commanders; let them be faithless to their flag and disregard all discipline, – and then we shall have a confused and blind assemblage, more like a vile rabble of brigands than a solemn and imposing army.”

This discourse will readily show whether our modern troops are a blind and chance rabble, or whether they constitute solemn and imposing armies; and how much they lack from deserving to be called armies, and how far they are from having the impetuous ardor and discipline of the IMPERIALS, or even the mere impetuosity of the NORLANDERS.’

Professor Boris O.G.D.A.N Carrion, Esq. PhD. MA. BA Hons. 1725 

7 minutes ago, TribesAnThat said:

Somewhere, a certain Waldo reads this news, his features wrought with despair and disbelief. ”How could you, L..?”

Boris Carrion sneers, the elderly raevir scratching at his chin “**** these savoyard snakes, sword swallowers the lot of them the lot of them! I hope they chop off his head! Scumbag grape eaters.” he asked John de  Vitus 

Oh heare ye highe and lowe, fore this be myne confession. Verylie and trulie myne lyfe has been nothing butte failure and lyes. In mine youthe I did consort withe myne cousin Cesarina and have had fore basterds by herre wombe. In mine luste I nayme theese chyldren as thuss. Alexander, Francis and Robert. And also myne late and greevouslie loste daughter Gysele. None offe these children are ore were from her husbande Alexander Alstion.

Throughe mine tortured soule I haff begun to see mine owne great syn. Mine own syn has caused mine owne person great mysfortune. Mine owne chylde, Alexander whom thys lettere speakes offe hath been striken by illnesse. I belieff thatte thee syn off thee father, myne own selfe is to blayme. 

I hoppe thatte myne confession absolvees myne own chyldren fromme thee syns off thee fatheere. So nowe God and man canne judge me for myne syns and myne owne consccious be clearrede. I too hoppe thatte inn myne confession itte shall bring cause fore one Vespira, wyfe offe John from Noweare thee bigamyst, to commite to and acknowledge herre crymes offe thee murder offe myne beloved Cesarina. Justyce from confession. May God tayke mercy on myne soule. 
 

I denouce thee John and Vespira - Vyllans and serpents!

L.F

Laertes sighed heavily, his gaze being drawn from the missive to search through the shot window at the clear blue skies above. His face forlorn, he shook his head slowly. “Oh cousin, if only you’d stayed in the lands of wine and culture, alas for your hubris- that you might seek the fame and fortune of your forefathers. Such a wasted life. A tragedy.” The man, then tossed the writ idly into the embers of last night’s fire, making his towards the heavy bolted oak door that exited from his office and lodgings.  

“This post writ is poorly formatted put to page.” Laertes squints.

“So it’s war then?” a petty serf aks Isidora @JoelTheGinger

Divine Emperor Guan Yu Zheng of the Cathant Empire, looked up from the tactical map that was strewn across the table in front of him; detailing the ever going campaign against the Oyashima scum. He thinks for but a moment on the missive that had been delivered to him. “Disa news is rery strange. Disa Horunates are-a not-a welcome in A-ruldin. These-a men must be impostors. Horunates are-a killed when they-a come to A-ruldin.” He comments as he tweaks his thin moustache.  

@Esterlen

TREATY OF VINTAS, 1725

WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, SERGIUS MERENTEL do solemnly declare these words honest and true, before God and Men;

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, SERGIUS MERENTEL do solemnly proclaim Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor as the true ruler of humanity and holder of the Crown of Godfrey.

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, SERGIUS MERENTEL do solemnly proclaim loyalty to the House de Joannes and the unification of mankind in a singular state.

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, SERGIUS MERENTEL do solemnly proclaim to uphold the peace and law of the realm and the Emperor’s Peace, and all calls or banner by the Imperial State.

This we proclaim for the furtherance of Our Commonwealth, 

Upon the day of our Lord GOD, 

6th SUN’S SMILE 1725

His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor, Prince of Helena

His Right Honorable, Alexander Sergius of the House of Merentel, Count of Vintas

IMPERIAL LETTERS FOR THE DUCHY OF WESTMARCH, 1725

Issued and confirmed by His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of the Holy Orenian Empire, Alexander II of the House of de Joannes,5th Sun’s Smile, 1725

TO OUR BELOVED SUBJECTS,

It has pleased the Imperial Throne to reward the service of Our leal subject, Stannis of the House Staunton, with a tenure in fealty to Our Imperial Crown. Accordingly, with this grace of God and the counsel of Our court, We do enfeoff Stannis of the House Staunton the Duchy of Westmarch, a role they and their legitimate issue shall hold in trust to Our throne for the duration of their loyal service. They are enjoined to maintain the law of Our realm, to abide peacefully by Our rule, and to rise to Our defense when necessary. In return, and as a sign of Our august graciousness, We do privilege their head to levy law and taxes upon their vassals.

This we proclaim for the furtherance of Our Commonwealth, 

Upon the day of our Lord GOD, 

5th SUN’S SMILE 1725

His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor, Prince of Helena

TREATY OF WESTMARCH

WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, STANNIS STAUNTON do solemnly declare these words honest and true, before God and Men;

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, STANNIS STAUNTON do solemnly proclaim Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor as the true ruler of humanity and holder of the Crown of Godfrey.

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, STANNIS STAUNTON do solemnly proclaim loyalty to the House de Joannes and the unification of mankind in a singular state.

• WE, the Esteemed Peer of the Realm, STANNIS STAUNTON do solemnly proclaim to uphold the peace and law of the realm and the Emperor’s Peace, and all calls or banner by the Imperial State.

This we proclaim for the furtherance of Our Commonwealth, 

Upon the day of our Lord GOD, 

5th SUN’S SMILE 1725

His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor, Prince of Helena

His Grace Stannis Staunton, Duke of Westmarch, Lord of Laanhold

A Lover’s Letter

‘My dearyst Waldo,

As I sit here in the dyrty, narrow streets offe Hel, I looke up, above the looming wals, the colde unrycheable towers reminde me offe the terrybel stygmer thatte keeps oure lov so secrat and I weepe in dyspare fore our clandestyne taboo.

Yette, onder the starres and olde mistar moone, my minde dryftes backe to secrat corrydoors ande stolon glances in the ancent catercooms offe youre mastar’s hous. Oh, howe the wyne did flow and entyce oure moste prymall urges and rought us to brakke canon so saycred, and in the facce offe faytes unnown, atope thate mountin purche we did seeke comfurt and safetie in eache the other’s embrace. I, the attyndante offe the fyddler, and thee offe the falkon greene. And howwe we cood onlee share longe stares in public, yet ‘er so did they fule the pasiones offe oure lovve.

I remembyr fondly thatte daye, wenn we hadde attynded oure lord’s a’fyshing, and we tusseled amongste the feelds offe heathar and the fyne wintyr tulyps. Oh, howwe oure pasiones werre engorjed, atte the thoughte offe oure mastar’s beeing so neare. The tenson made it alle the moor sweete. And we sat, and mayde merrie withe oure mastars as we hadde cooked and eaton the trowt we hadde cort in the layke de Guize. Too this daye I do notte thynke myself too have smyled morre than thatte ospishous nyghte.

Nowwe I muste ende mye lettyr quicklee forre I havve a jobbe too do. Butte thynke offe me, and ryte back soone,

Yoors, evver and faithfulie,

L.F.’

“Hey I really like the music!” They said

You can’t use chat during warclaims.

Boris smiles, then frowns, then smiles again. “No doubt we shall soon have new Pontiff, am wondering who it shall be...” The Bishop stood and hobbled away, his walking stick tapping out in front of him as he did so. 

5 hours ago, Salvo said:

“You are no Ashfords.”

Laertes smiles as he reads the latest Golden Bull.

“Who the HELL is Marianne Staunton!” Laertes exclaimed in confusion and derision! 

please keep them dead, we haven’t been good since 2.0 

1 hour ago, Harrison said:

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“But I am alive and well?” Laertes asked his cousin Cecil Ashes, utterly perplexed by this letter.