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  1. "Damn Orenian Koenas spelling it the Orenian way. Marus, nie 'I'." comments the aging Duke of Vidaus.
  2. Marie's husband, Rhys, sat atop the distinct hill top in Vidaus, just outside the Druzstra keep. His gaze lingered on the still water and the soft swelling of it in and out of a creek. Despite his sombre feelings the weather was nothing but blissful with clear skies and a lack of snow for as far North as he was in Almaris. A contradiction to the happiness all shared on the day of the royal wedding, the Ruthern Duke had slunk off at his earliest convenience to perch himself on the frequented spot as of late. Rhys var Ruthern had faced hardships a plenty in his life, from the loss of his mother at a young age right into an at odds relationship with his late father, a father hailed as a hero despite his missteps as a parent. None of those struck him as hard as the untimely loss of his wife, a bastion in his life and a paragon of a mother and confidante. Maybe the hurt was made worse by the harm he'd caused the innocent, gentle figure, one that had stood beside him despite his own faults; of which there were many, there was no doubt of that. For the first time in a long time, tears welled in his reddened eyes, his breathing faltering whilst he wallowed in the fact that he'd proven that a person did not truly know a good thing until they had lost it. He arose abruptly and bent to place the bunch of roses he'd plucked out of the gardens on the grave he'd been haunting like a bound spirit for the last handful of days. He'd made sure that the bouquet had two very specific creatures in the bloom, a ladybird of red and one of orange. A sad but happy memory of a time long gone brought back to the forefront of his thoughts with them. His fingers traced the grooves that read 'Duchess Marie - dame, mother, perfect' before he stood back up straight. Walking away, the unworthy husband said "Until tomorrow, dear."
  3. Rhys var Ruthern curses himself as he forgot to tell his son to add the Baron of Siegradz' Angry Savoyard Bird tunic to the list of demands.
  4. Duke Rhys var Ruthern smiled. "The first step in restoring the mend between our two branches."
  5. Issued by the DUKE OF VIDAUS On this 11th day of Joma ag Umund of 419 E.S To the Duke of Reinmar, In the last of the Lifstala presentations, Lord Mikhail var Ruthern - my son, heir and anointed Nikirala Stag of the season as decided upon by a committee comprising yourself and your wife - delivered upon House Barclay words of insults. These insults were harsh indeed but not unprovoked as you so claim, for it was you who began by insinuating that my son was unworthy, insulting the Prinzenas Klara needlessly in the same breath. The faults of the House Barclay include; I. Initiating the round of insults against Mikhail var Ruthern. II. Inferring that the titular title ‘Prince of Sutica’ is of import. III. The Duke’s failure to possess a spine in his own decision making, namely in the selection of the Nikirala Stag. IV. The Duke’s submissiveness as to only challenge the House of Ruthern and not the Grand Prinzen who also insulted your house, naming your wife, the Duchess, a harlot. V. The Duke’s overly fragile ego, so delicate that a fifteen year old’s words threaten the Marshal of our realm. VI. Needlessly insulting a member of the Royal Family in the amalgamation of House Barclay’s hubris. The House of Ruthern is not so honourless as to indulge your demands for an apology, be it in gold or ink. Instead, as the challenged, we demand you take it in blood. As you wish for a lawful compromise, we propose the following; The five greatest of the children of Ruther, pitted against five of the Barclay line. Choose them wisely, Duke of Reinmar. And know that should you refuse these terms, the Haeseni shall know your cowardice. Choose honour, your Grace. SIGNED, His Excellency, Rhys II Mikhail var Ruthern, Lord Speaker of Hanseti-Ruska, Duke of Vidaus, Count of Metterden, Viscount of Greyspine, Lord of Druzstra
  6. Rhys var Ruthern feels a nagging sensation in the back of his head, similar to the voice of his dead father telling him to comment on the missive. "Nice."
  7. skin: yarr! bid: 150 mina discord: Nolan#1798
  8. "My grandfather and him did not see eye to eye. Neither him or my father spoke about it much but it would be unfair to dismiss the man's achievements, regardless of his loyalties. Competent, noble and loyal to a fault - as any worthy Ruthern ever was or will be." The General's distant cousin and Haeseni counterpart would muse to his wife, Marie @sarahbarah, once the two had received news of Duke Erik's passing at a ripe old age. He loitered by the fire in their room, gazing into the flames that licked at cracked stone. The Northern Duke contemplated the nature of his family and how despite past troubles, the two branches had more in common than what separated them. "Marie, I think it's time we put the differences of a bypass generation to rest. What would you say to hosting them here, in Vidaus, once the war is over?"
  9. He screamed at me in vc cause he kept hitting me in the warzone instead of the enemy, totally his fault.
  10. Whilst Rhys will not remember his father fondly, he will admit he did a great deed for his Kingdom this day.
  11. Rhys rolled his eyes outside Marie's view as his wife balled hers out into his chest. Once she'd went off, he frowned down with great distaste at the snot left on his shirt.
  12. "Pleasure doing business." He remarks to the new uruk brethren.
  13. "I do not think you got my letter before otherwise you would have seen that I encouraged you to read the letter again, it's about facilitating the church in Haense. And if you had read the transcript I gave you as well you would see that is was most certainly not 'largely considered a discussion on how to neuter the influence of faith'. Despite your misunderstanding, again, I'm starting to think you're not only rash but a bit a soft in the head as well. I'm not sure someone who caused a schism through 'bad advice' can be considered a very good Canonist so I think I'll listen to the Pontiff you tried to depose over you; a failed schismatic." "The letters were not distasteful just because they said you were wrong. Most did not even mention that it was a show in itself how far your nation had fallen that you were allowed to retain your position despite nearly causing the death of Everard VI if the Haeseni men and women had not been there." The Lord Speaker's eyes linger over the 'crimes and heathen behaviour' part, lips curling into an amused grin. "Those in glass houses should not throw stones. It is not my sovereign who is excommunicated and yet I still follow blindly."
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