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A small scribe sits in the page’s office in the Salvian keep, writing down an announcement from the crown. Titling it as commanded, the scribe begins to write every word his king speaks to him: “Concerning the topic of ‘The Faith’" As much as it pains me to not be able to direct my kingdom’s religion towards The Faith, I have decided that for the time being I must not delay its progress any further in its name. Until a time that I, Aron Bedevere, King of Salvus, reach an agreement with the holy church of The Faith, and the northern coalition, Salvus’s religious policies will remain null. As a result, until a time that I am re-communicated into the church, Salvus will run its daily course as it once did. By doing so, I accept any punishments the creator bestows on me, and count my blessings that what little people I have are safe, and well fed. Once an agreement is settled upon by Salvus, and His Most Holy Majesty, Goddard I, King of Savoie, a proper coronation may be held in recognition of the creator. May the Creator bless Salvus” The document is signed in blue ink, the scribe running it out to the various heralds, and archives.

Edict of Salvus I Succession By decree of His Majesty Garth Hightower, King of Salvus, Duke of Alras, and head of House Hightower, Aron Bedevere is to be placed as the immediate successor of the Salvian Throne, and all of its titles/fiefs. II Reclamation By order of His Majesty the King of Salvus, Aron Bedevere, Count of Kingshire, Regent of Salvus, and Herald of Kingston, all former counties and baronies are to be reclaimed, and taken under the control of the Kingdom. The Ashby estate will rest in control of Dawn Ashby and her family. The County of Kingshire will stay in control of His Royal Majesty, Aron Bedevere, until a suitable heir is chosen. The County of Sherwood is to be reclaimed by the Salvian Crown. The Barony of Clan McHarnish is to be reclaimed by the Salvian Crown. The fort north of the “emperor’s forest” is to be reclaimed, and condemned by the Salvian Crown. Any who hold claim to any Salvian land may seek counsel with His Royal Majesty. III Allegiance The Kingdom of Salvus, His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere, and all of the kingdom’s vassals are sworn under the Grand King, Thorin Grandaxe. The Salvian crown will remain devout in their fealty to the grand kingdom, and her people. IV Religion Until the time that His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere is removed from ex-communication by the High Pontiff, Salvus will remain a religiously free kingdom. All are free to practice their own faiths, so long as they do not worship devilish deities. V Vassals All vassals of the Kingdom of Salvus are sworn under His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere, and as a result, are subjects of the Grand Kingdom of Uruguan. In a time of war, the grand marshal of Uruguan may call upon the Salvian legion; in efforts to strengthen this legion, Salvus’s various vassals will combine into the Salvian legion, which will be led by the Lord-Commander, Thomas Siegmen. All disputes between Salvian vassals must be resolved civilly. At no point may two vassals of Salvus go to war with one another. In the event of a dispute, the issue at hand will be brought to His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere. VI Land By the will of His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere, all land that is given by the crown must be run past His Majesty, and approved of. Under no circumstances may a vassal begin construction of any towns/settlements without first seeking His Majesty’s permission. All vassals are required to keep His Majesty informed on the happenings of their various Counties/baronies. VII Lords His Majesty, The King of Salvus’s council consists of His Lord-Steward, the eyes and ears of the kingdom. The Lord-Steward carefully watches over the three Lord’s of the council, Lord-Treasurer, Lord-Mayor, and Lord-Commander. Each Lord holds their own responsibilities, and are relied on heavily to manage day to day life in Salvus. His Majesty, King of Salvus, may declare one of his lord’s in a state of “executive power”, giving him rank over the rest of the kingdom’s respect lords/counts/barons. [] Edict dismissed. Bring in the dancing lobsters!

Poise, and determination in each step, Aron Bedevere made his way to the front of the throne, dropping to one knee in front of Garth. Blinking rapidly for a sense of composure, the regent let his gaze rise, staring intently at the throne he had craved for as long as he could remember. Garth’s descent from the throne was a slow one, as a scraggly page scurried forward, a golden crown with a sapphire gem sitting on a small pillow in his hands. The room fell silent, no murmurs to be heard among the various spectators, Garth moving to lift the crown from the cushion, and place it on Aron’s head. “His Majesty, King Aron Bedevere of Salvus” Garth stated with open arms, the room breaking into a tame, and polite applause. Aron slowly rose to his feet, a proud and sly grin forming on his face, his head bowing a final time to his past liege “It’s been an honour” he beckons. Slowly, assuredly, and with a great sense of pride, King Aron Bedevere, the first of his name, ascended the Salvian Throne, and took his place in the seat of a monarch. Slouching back into the throne, his eyes flared with cockiness, a crooked grin from ear to ear. “King of Salvus” he uttered to himself jovially, leaning his right elbow on the armrest, and fixing his crown into place. “May ‘is reign be bountiful!” an old dwarf (Who smelled of piss and ale) with an eye-patch called from across the room “Let’s drink some ale!”. The festivities ran through the night, the select few of Salvus celebrating the coronation of a new king, and a new era. (( OOC: Just want to thank Agnub once again for allowing this. Since the day I joined, he has made my stay on LotC a wonderful one, and has always been a huge asset to my (arguable) success. None of this would have been possible without the Great-Lord of Bunga.))

Aron sends out a bird to the business men, with a note that reads "Salvus will buy two double chests of cobblestone. We'll even pick it up ourselves, if you cannot deliver"

Zoot hangs his glorious fish costume, and sits back comfortably in his underpants, looking at his more halfling-like attire. "Been o' while since I used these ol' threads! Mhmm! Sure has! Yup! Still, it's gonna feel odd wearing me normal clothes!" he exclaims, shooting a look to Wellby

Needs....

Your grandfather, and future king, is also quite discerning, and hates the **** out of your father. He is also known to have a large string of bastards, whom he enjoys hitting. Quite the lineage, if I do say so myself

((Religion and politics go hand in hand. Currently, Salvus follows Oren's faith, but that does not mean we have to continue to do so. We could, realistically, follow the exact same religion and do it by our own church.))

(( First things first, Jade, -stop- taking this into OOC. Whether he "ruined months of rp" is his choice, and he can do as he pleases. You made a BR on Emeriick for doing exactly what you're doing now. Just stop.)) Aron seems to wince, his eyes blinking rapidly. After a second, he gains composure, beginning to speak "We will manage... This just can't go unanswered. Our new kingdom, separate of Oren should not dwell on the misgivings of Oren"

Why did Aron decide to take a stroll through the dwarven half of Uruguan? Was it the ale? Possibly. Was it the lovely weather? Probably not. Was it the women? Definitely not. Regardless, he strolled along, before deciding to pay his old dwarven friend a visit, a stark grin on his face as he leans in the door "Hail, ye' piss-smelling dwarf! Our friend Scicle is dead. Put that in your pipe and smoke it" he calls, as he notices Aengoth's moment of nostalgia

Aron scratches his beard, as he always does when receiving news, leaning back in his chair. His head titled, nearly starting a phrase, before stopping. His eyes scanned the people before him up and down, his brows cocked in confusion. "m'lord?" one of the voices called, wondering why the full grown man looked so confused. "Really?" Aron asked, still not entirely convinced, "T'ere was a few people 'ou 'ad saw the kha". Sighing, Aron let his head shake back and forth "well.... ****..." he muttered out modestly, still confused

-snip-

Nonsense. You helped me kill a father in front of his five year old daughter's eyes

I dislike this idea, as it does considerable damage on the economy. There are a few GM's who have a lot of money off of the carnivals, and while I trust them not to abuse it, it is a large sum that is removed from the economy, never to return. I think we should be working to -stop- having to pay GM's for items, and possibly recruit a GM specifically for economy. As it stands, the economy is a bad joke, and needs fixing.

(( Just OOCly, want to thank Kais for taking that responsibility the way he did. For the few days he was Emperor, he did a good job))