Enlightenment

“God bless!” John exclaimed!

John read the letter intently... “It looks like I must speak to my favorite of peoples.”

John the Roach rubs his hands together, "Ah excellent, it is time for the crow to rise..."

John the Roach stepped off the Aeldinic ship, a frown forming slowly upon his lips as he heard of the poor nicephore's death, "What a grevious loss for Humanity..."

“A shame... God bless Lorraine...”

THE MEMORIAL OF THE JOHN DE BALAIN GENOCIDE MEMORIAL “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake”. - unknown commander In remembrance of The John de Balain Genocide Memorial, anonymous benefactors have donated a memorial to a undisclosed location to inspire folks throughout the realm not to forget the IBLEESIAN ATTROCITIES committed by Archancellor de terrible John de Balain of Selm, the treacherous Bastard Spawn of Horen. It is many years ago that upon his orders, 10 million Lotharingians were slaughtered brutally without a proper casus belli. It is a sacred site where visitors can ponder if the rivers running red due to the blood of babies, women & innocent husbands was worth it. It is a place to reflect upon the grave sins that a fellow human can commit to another. Understanding this, the Memorial of the John de Balain Genocide Memorial Society is formed. This society will respect the philosophy Guerre, Gagner, Talonner and expose it warmly to the outside world in a secret location not in the County of Provins. The memorial is a rejection to the complete fabrication of the TRUTH and the attempt to COVER UP war crimes of grotesque nature that BY GOD the perpetrators will be tried for one day. If you have any questions about the monument or souvenir please contact the memorial caretakers John ‘the Roach’ Varoche and Jean Robert Laurent. The Memorial of the John de Balain Genocide Memorial Society is now selling T-shirts with slogans that would be deemed politically controversial in the current climate, exempt from the TYRANNICAL taxation of Peter de Sarkozy. (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/631945685641592839/632031571108429825/I_Love_Lorraine.png)

“The words of a demon who would and did kill fellow imperials under the order of the even worse demon, John de Balain.”

THE JOHN DE BALAIN GENOCIDE MEMORIAL “He who knows when he can fight and when he cannot, will be victorious”. - unknown commander In remembrance to all brave warriors who have fought for GOD, BLOOD & SOIL, anonymous benefactors have donated a grotesque memorial to the County of Provins. It is to restore the consciousness about the vile atrocities committed to the poor Lotharingians, a true genocide of a population merely defending its territorial integrity. Archchancellor John de Balain, Baron of Selm was the demon who ordered the mass killings of over one million Lorrainés, he is a man who deserves to burn a thousand times. MAY GOD SPIT on the INJUSTICE that was committed by this vile bureaucrat. Long gone are the memories of roads befallen to banditry, where a lone horseman fought them to pave the ways of free trade and safe ladies. Long neglected are the tomes and monuments that contest the narrative span by a clique of barbarians who now pretend to be civilized. For those travelling to this memorial, remember to kiss the ring of THE STATUE OF THE LONE COMMANDER, for only then can the fallen souls of this realm rest in peace. Ask the monument’s caretakers, Jean Robert Laurent and Godwin of Lorraine for opening times and souvenirs. Signed, John the Roach “GOD BLESS LORRAINE”

John smiles the sun’s smile, “God bless, order shall soon be restored!”

“We’ll meet again someday, kin,” The Roach said as he signed the Lorraine across his chest.

“Captain and defender of Liberty,” John scoffed

“May Lorraine conquer it’s foes!”

"Marcus is dead?! Outrageous!"

John clucks like a roach, "What a peculiar tradition, quite good I'd say."

Well, what’s your name? “Demetrio, Demetrio Cicero d’Montelliano y Kavietsby si” Aye. And from whence do you hail? “The-a County of Aldenburgo, si si.” Alright, alright, that’s a fine place this time of season. How many years have you lived? “Eh, about-a 48 years, I think si?” Got it. Your ethnicity, good man? I can’t make it out. “Illatiano, mi amico.” Mmm. I never would have expected it. Are you literate? “Of course-a, of course-a.” Good, that won’t hurt you. Do you have a wife at home, or children? “I did-a...” They call Sixtus the Third ‘the Lewd’ for having two bastards. Don’t be like him. Have you got anything against taking oaths? “I’ve-a taken many oaths, si si, I love oaths amico!” You’re all set. I’ll have this filed away to the Prelate at once. He’s all the way off in Pembroke, at least a day’s trip. Give him a while.