Enlightenment

ISSUED BY THE BARON OF NAPOLIZA 23rd OF HEINRIK’S FOLLY, 1966 AST VAROCHIAN WRIT OF EVERLASTING DISINHERITANCE THE MEAT OF THE ISSUE It is with great reluctance that one must trim the tree that is their family but at times it is a most required necessity. In recent times, one of my own sons, my eldest son, named after myself has brought great shame and disappointment with his actions to the House of Varoche. A recent missive has been released upon his dishonourable and freakish tendencies by the good Jadwiga Jazlowiecki, amongst them the rough handling of a royal prince of the realm and the abduction of children to his illegal barn, and furthermore the holding of children within the Aaunic clinic, though with good intention, was done against their will. Furthermore, this previous incident has resulted in near harm to my own person as some law enforcement of the Church has mistaken me for him and attempted to arrest me! This situation can go on no longer, it must be rectified posthaste! THE SOLUTION With these incidents in mind, there is only a singular course of action that can be taken. Henceforth, Emilio Pasquale Varoche shall be stripped of any right to the titles of the House of Varoche and of our good name, he shall only be known as Emilio Pasquale Roach to us forevermore, or Jrent or Renai, truthfully it matters not to us. Emilio Pasquale Roach IN NOMINE DOMINA DE VESSIA, THE MOST HONOURABLE, Emilio Sigismondo Varoche, Count of Varoche, Baron of Napoliza, Lord of Cors-Suticae and Magistrate of Paridisius

"A momentous occasion, may-a he live long and prosper!" Emilio Varoche said with a smile upon his visage.

"Enswerp? I barely know her, but hell she's a good one!" Emilio the Roach exclaimed as he manned the village's small, cozy tavern.

"The dark one's shall pay," Emilio the Roach sharpened his blade, "The Creator demands-a such!"

Emilio the Elder shook his head at his son's foolishness, and his brutishness, "I admire your desire to make minae, mi bambino, but to cause all these troubles... Dio mi Aiuti!"

Francis Haverlock opened a cold one for his brother, "I will miss you brother," the young man sighed, shaking his head as another family member succumbed to evil.

Emilio read through the missive, putting it down before reading the final part and nearly having a heart attack, "IT MUST BE HEINRIKS FOOLS DAY, THIS CAN'T BE."

"Ah, so they were too tired to fight after all, surprise surprise!" Emilio shook his head, crumbling the paper and throwing it to the flames.

CHAROODLER NO

Emilio Varoche cheered, "Huzzah, peace in our time, peace for humanity!"

Mark Temesch reads the edict, "It's joever..."

Emilio sat within the chapel of Palazzo Napoliza, praying for Adelheid to safely reach the Seven Skies, "I will miss you dear," the Roach said, a tears stemming from his eyes, "If-a only I could've been better."

Emilio shook his head, "Dumacracy won't save you!"

Emilio looked to his victorious sons, a proud smile upon his roachly visage, though he was rather confused, "I thought stassies never died? Though it must-a be the other way around."

Emilio smiled as he heard of the news, "The Lowlands shall be whole again! God bless the King! Tandem Triumphans!"

Giano looked over his holiness' words, shaking his head, "This is all hardly a surprise, these are the same Renatian devils who only forty years ago creeped out of whatever hell they resided in and decided to worship Godfrey as a god. Such men are fools and beyond redemption, only deserving of salt and fire upon their lands."

"How the House of Yakov falls farther and farther each year, it's a shame," Emilio said of his distant cousins.

Emilio looked at his big pile of minae, "Eh... best I can do is 5 minae, I'm sorry cugino Stefano."

Emilio Varoche looked upon the will, having seen it in person and it's true wisdom, "We are saved... we are saved- I can only hope."

Emilio Varoche signed the documents, as the King had bribed the Illatian lord with cannolis

Emilio blinked, utterly surprised at the news, "I never thought I would see the day... well perhaps the Creator does answer the prayers of all."

“Justice shall be served, Louis will be avenged!” Emilio screamed, to no one in particular.

"We have the fed the clergy more than enough, yet they always bite our hands," Emilio grimaced.

“Was it truly necessary to kill our poor boy? He made a jest, common in our enlightened lands, a light hearted one at that,” Emilio sighed for the poor innocent lad, slain by a Hanseti tyrant, “It must of hit too close to home. He shall be avenged, your savagery is your undoing, you ball-less king.”

Emilio's eyes widened, "No this cannot be, there is some foul hypocrisy going on around this!"