Enlightenment

"It is us whom are attacked! The half-elves of numendil came to us to fight, a poor plague riddened people, and they claim such is done in the name of god?" Mark Anthony spat upon the ground, "A cowardly lot, a lot whom shall be taught the wrath of god, for the meek shall inherit Aevos."

"You will die like the dogs you are," Mark Anthony Alstion smiled the sun's smile, excited for his first war, "Aaun shall be avenged upon a pile of your skulls, you backstabbing half-breeds."

"Excommunicate me all you want, you have treated with excommunicants all your life however and will without a doubt burn in the Nether for it," Emilio Varoche said, to the air.

"Is the church not meant to seek peace? It is-a evident they've been corrupted by warmongers and usurped," Emilio shook his head in dismay, "Much-a will need to be done-a to rectify this-a."

Mark Anthony clicked his fingers, “Father always said no one likes a rat!”

"I'm starting to think this Raguel fellow is just-a warmonger," Emilio scratched his chin, "Surely-a he could've picked a better target then-a a city-state?"

“Why have a regent when there is a man capable of being King? And is the rightful King for that matter,” Emilio spoke to himself as he heard of this development, “Ah, because the church can topple and subvert two kingdoms in a row without a fuss, I see-a, I see-a.”

"God bless the Exalted Fleeperus!" Emilio spoke, bowing in prayer towards the direction of the most holy lemon hill.

"You have subverted the peace yourself by installing men of war upon the lowlands," Emilio grimaced, "In time all other shall see your sinful and heretical nature."

"You have broken canon law yourself by defiling graves and placing the men whom killed them right above them," Emilio smiled, "We shall see you very soon."

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"Hrm, this-a sounds awfully familiar," Emilio the Roach clucked, "We-a are all the same after all-a I suppose, si."

Miroraev Sarkozic read the words of Sakuraba with glee, his eyes duly noting each and every word, “They falter in many ways, they should look to our ancestors once more for clarity for they shall not find it in the counsel of cowards and of weak willed ones but only in the greatness that us Crows have not held since that old and ancient time of Seigmund.”

“And so the bastard dogs of Pertinax march once more,” Giano let a small smile come to his visage, “They shall be thwarted as they always are, small minded men can rule no empires less so make ones.”

"Your authority is as regent, not it's lord, you vile power grabbing creature." Giano said, as his son handed him the news, "Continue on your path and it shall be shorter then a dwed, Aurelianist, for we shall not permit your evil designs upon our lands."

Giano heard of the missive, saying to himself and perhaps his son if he overheard him, "Heh, Callahan is pontiff? Not-a surprised he'd do something-a like this, what-a fool-a though."

ISSUED BY THE COUNT OF VES 15th OF HOREN’S CALLING, 1990 AST THE ABDICATION OF THE ROACH I have served as the shepherd and leader of my family for many decades at this point, I have seen our home and kingdom ebb and flow with the times. I have served within the council for much of my time amongst the living, seeing the workings of our good and glorious government. And for much of that time, it was good to be an Aaunishman, good to be a heartlander, and now once more just an Aaunishman and a lowlander but with time, leadership has a toll on oneself, and I believe it is time I step to the side and live out my retirement in nicer and lusher lands. But before such, there is one act I have left. THE SUCCESSOR OF THE COUNTY OF VES Here is the one act I have left. And that act is in regards to my heir; of late I have found my son Demetrio to be lacking in his conviction to our family, I have not seen him for well over a year now, and such is most concerning. With such in mind, it is necessary that I pass on my lands and titles to my youngest daughter, Ciecherella Contessina Varoche, she shall serve as the Countess of Ves and as the Visdomino of Adruzzo. Her mother Ciecherella shall serve as her regent until she reaches the age of majority and can rule our county and family for herself. IN NOMINE DOMINA DE VESSIA, THE HONOURABLE, Emilio Sigismondo Varoche, the Count-Emeritus of Ves and Varoche

"What is this Elven script? You know it's quite troublesome when the only readable name is van Aert and Blackvale," Emilio Varoche squinted, trying to make sense of the Harrenite half-breed words, "Suppose it makes sense they would break bread with Aurelianist heretics, they did it with the Adrians, after all."

Emilio Varoche looked to the sky, “You know, I did tell James Whitespire to be careful building sand castles, but-a he did not listen, and-a this happened-a to the fool.”

Emilio Varoche looked from his palazzo, over Lake Sigismond, envisioning it to be red with the blood of heathens and heretics, “There is only one answer to their provacations, their complete obliteration, nothing-a more and nothing-a less. Renatus shall not return, and Ravenmire shall take its place as soot from fire.”

“The scum of Ravenmire and Blackvale have shown their hand, these-a war makers shall be put to an end and then peace shall reign once-a more, si,” Emilio Varoche said, rubbing his hands together at the thought of such, “Ave Aaun! Ave Alstion!”

APPLICATION FULL NAME: Marcus Antonius Alstion AGE: 6 LOCATION OF ORDINARY RESIDENCE: The Hand of Horen BEST MEANS OF CONTACT: (Illuminare)

"It will be good to finally destroy these heretical Godfreyists, their kind only desires to spread destruction and war within Humanity, though the eyes of the Church and his Holiness are blind to such- we are not," Emilio Varoche said, writing a letter to Prince John and the King, in preparation for the slaughter of these brigands.

“More dogs to burn upon the fire, that is all these folk are,” Emilio Varoche said to Prince John, sharpening his knife within Fort Alba.

Emilio Varoche placed his hand upon a certain coffin, "May-a Saint Emma bring-a them dumacracy."