Publius

Though left off of the signing, Gennad var Vigo considered this to be one of the greatest successes of his tenure.

“Goodness, you know - our Imperial partners, they can read this!” Gennad said nervously to his consigliere, who read for this illiterate man. “Hrmm… Well, I am striking the deals…”

"No man is more worthy." Declared the retiring Mayor, Gennad var Vigo!

Gennad var Vigo, as he wrapped up his affairs with the Rittersburg Business Association, was proud. This was it - one of his greatest achievements, realized. He looked then upon the issue of City Governance, speaking with Sebastien - transition was coming to the Capital, and new people rose in the place of the Haeseni peasant.

Gennad var Vigo, a lover of Dumacracy, made a note to his partners to monitor these elections…

Gennad var Vigo rolled some dice...

Following the renovations of Little Lorraine, the var Vigo brothers moved their belongings into their renovated home. Mid-winter blues made them question all the things they hoarded, and Gennad, being only semi-literate, suggested throwing out their books. In the bin went treatises on history and compendia of theses from the church, but his brother seized one from the pile - evidently a written record of their family history…! Gathered around, Jannis, the younger (and more literate) of the two, looked on in awe. The truly grand mustache of younger var Vigo flops around as he blows the dust off the ancient tome to reveal the incredibly faded words - the brothers var Vigo hardly could believe what they spelled! As they look upon the family tree with widened eyes, an air of triumph would wash over them, these nouveau riche upstarts eager to lay claim to a storied history! “We must call for the others to join us, for our claim is true!” Gennad, the elder, would call out! _____________________________ [!] The following is a missive that would be spread across the realms… [!] Lo there far and wide, and heed with great interest our discovery! House var Vigo has proof of descent from Saint Andrik Vydra himself, and must insist on its own claim to the Duchy of Akovia! We insist to our partners and the masses to come see us in Rittersburg, and for our relatives, no matter how distant, to find us without delay! We will be lobbying in the courts for recognition of our lineage - we have already great resources available to us, which we will bring to lever! Send word to Gennad var Vigo (@olde_publius) or Jannis var Vigo (@_Bueno_) for accommodation on this most epic journey! Bring your families, your friends, and we will see them with work and lodgings. God Speed!

The Mayor of Rittersburg, Gennad var Vigo, was proud to have a hand in such a monumentous occasion! "Little do these history buffs know, we're making history with this!"

Gennad var Vigo, surrounded by his business partners and pals at the Pour House, raised a glass to the City's health and good fortune!

[!] Across the Imperial Heartlands, missives would be distributed by way of couriers, criers and bards in the employ of the Pour House. They jovially distributed the following, with revelry and cheer! LO THERE TO YOU, HUMBLE TRAVELLERS AND TRADERS! ᴏ’ᴇʀ ɪɴ ꜰᴀɪʀ ʀɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱʙᴜʀɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇɴᴏ Qᴜᴀʏ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴏᴘ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʀᴇɴᴏᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪʀ ʟᴏᴛʜᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏꜱᴛ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛ ʟᴏʀʀᴀɪɴ! Once a suburb bypassed by miners, now a commercial hub that sees nothing but the finest goods produced in our Capital! Pivoting from the Burning Crow Brewery, fetch dinner at Bertha Potte’s Butchery, or hunt your own after visiting Chastel’s Crossbows & Construction. The Rittersburg Business Association leaves one spoiled for choice, so long as they have the minas to allow for choosing… Abundance has left our people needing housing closer to the work, and the docks beneath the bridge now have storage, homes, and an unparalleled fishery - all for you to see and explore! Come get the Catch of the day at the Vigo Brother’s Fishing Co. Be mindful though, as many foreigners wash up under the bridge, eying coinpurses as they huddle around their makeshift camp… Worried about missing services lately? Well come on down and do your penance pronto, as we now house people at the fair Cathedral atop the Hill, and a rectory for those looking for work within the Church! Our fief is named after a cross after all; you will find piety aplenty here. Come by and see for yourself on a day of merriment, with a market, live music, a speech from the City’s Mayor, services from the Church, with opportunities for businesses to network, ambitious folk to find jobs of repute and prestige, and shoppers to delight over treats and trinkets!

✠ Full Legal Name: Gennad var Vigo ✠ Age (Must be over 18): 37 ✠ Residence (Must be within Rittersberg): 1 Lemon Lane (house on Mareno Quay being renovated) ✠ Are you in good standing with the Empire and Church? (Yes/No): Yes, very much so! ✠ Provide a brief account (100-200 words) of your standing, trade, or service to the Imperial Capital, by which you claim fitness to represent them as Mayor: Coming here under the direction of Sir Lothar d’Amaury, myself, my family, and my business partners have founded several Guilds that exclusive operate out of the city - including but not limited to the Pour House Brewing Company, CC&C, Pius Herblore amongst many, many more. Having founded the Rittersburg Business Association, and helping set up many businesses within it, we have empowered and enfranchised many citizens of the city, even remodeling and restructuring the entire Mareno Quay out of pocket to accommodate the growing population. Our staff at The Pour House has served in the Imperial Courts, at the leisure of the Chancery, and catered events across the Empire, providing entertainment and service to the denizens of Rittersburg. We have shown to both understand and address the needs of the people, and see our business partners growing into community leaders as we do so. Many now have gone on to become Guild Masters in their own rights - themselves enriching our very city! By expanding our scope, we could see these efforts spread to every facet of city life!

Gennad var Vigo received the missive at the Pour House, and was overjoyed - he quickly distributed it to the staff and fellow members of the Rittersburg Business Association. A bright day was dawning on the Imperial Capital…

[!] Out in the nation's capital of Ritterburg, two brothers sat and conversed before being brought this here missive. They took to it, as they discussed matters of voting and citizens rights with the recently announced City Government. Of the two, Gennad var Vigo wrote affirmatively in reply, reading as follows: [!] Fair lady Mareno, Your family rose due to its merit - as all people should have the opportunity to do. Many look at the fall of the Novellen Empire, and see every institution and law it held onto as a possible culprit. Such social progress as the Rosemoor Reforms are not often thought about by a nation that has had to forge itself in the fires of many wars, making an alloy of many nations. Amongst the many wise people of the Empire, women make up some of the best communicators and innovators. Laws are enforced with a sword, but poorly written or demonstrated with one. We are in dire need of good administrators to strengthen the bureaucracy and provide boons for our many citizens. Hopefully, as the cities own bureaucracy develops, we may find ourselves working together. Expect the Ritterburg Business Association to echo your calls, and provide you any support you need. Warm regards, Gennad var Vigo

And so a yapper spoke again along the roads, 'til he appeared yonder at Belgrade... "They still got a ways out here? Well I'll be..." He muddled along...

[!] As the olde Aaunic lands were plunged into chaos, word would spread from its Eastern Reaches. Soon, this missive would begin to circulate on the situation… [!] REBUKING THE RATS WOE to the failsons of failsons, who would seek to become Kings. Your rule has only brought terror to its subjects; the Alstion legacy will be as autocrats failing to impose itself upon its subjects. You denounce us, as you did Adria, as you did Petra—playing victim yet again after a failed play at power. YOUR Diet did not represent Aaun, it was a pathetic family reunion. The fact it is led by cousins who share a bed calling each other our King and Queen makes us sick. Such self reverence is idolatry, proven by your disregard for the Church and its authority at every given opportunity. We are left to wonder how long it will be until they kill one another, or when they shall conspire to kill one anothers siblings, and narrow down the number of claimants to their throne to a mere dozen. WHO will be expected to carry this all out? More commonfolk and freemen will be offered titles to offer themselves to your slaughter, finally worthy of being your subjects. You have made a mockery out of your own ideas, of ‘exclusivity’ of ennoblement. What you want is to build a pyramid of barons and counts to stand atop of, but with no one of the working class supporting it, your facade fails to bring you any authority. TERROR will befall your house, and all who would try to claim the Kingdom of Aaun. Cry us a river about how mortified you are - you yourselves employed Republicans and Paramilitaries to do your bidding in the past, only to watch your Confederation fall at the first Garmont assembly held on the matter. Rest assured, Republicans and Paramilitaries will be your downfall once more. RELINQUISH your claims and titles, lest you be destroyed. We will never need to endanger an innocent again - we will instead find you on the roads, we will break into your keeps, and we will kill you all. You are but rats, facing down coyotes. THERE IS NO LORD BUT GOD, The Provisional Freeman’s Army

President Levi Summers came armed with everything but luck. Bombs went off in the crowd, shots fired at frozen men and women - yet only those in the rafters away from the carnage perished. It was a dark day... But this dark day would become the never ending night in which the Nobility of Aaun would be doomed to, the President having escaped the bloodbath!

A battered and brutalized Levi Summers escaped his captors on horseback. Despite the thorough bombing of the Aaunic Diet, it seemed many a noble survived the horrors...

President Levi Summers smiled broadly, so elated with the news of the industrious Ivöri people’s success. He would send a messenger to Ser Atticus Keen, bearing goodwill and interesting offers…

President Levi Summers was proud of Mother Valerie's work, reflecting fondly on the Dog Days of Salvo and how she came to their aid against Frost Witches. Now, it was time for him to return the favour. He rallied his people.

There was not a glutton in Salvo so fat as R. T. Alstion. His figure was not one of mockery among the free men of Salvo, but one of awe - one all aspired to share. Amongst them he would have many who approved of his attempts to stabilize the nation, having not fled abroad when the going got tough. Indeed, if he were not a noble, they may consider him a comrade. Fortunately, there was no infrastructure in the lands the Salvians settled - the far Eastern Ranchlands mentioned only had Salvians there to settle it, and therefore did not distribute this missive. They had no idea it was in circulation. Their ranch grew more prosperous and their people more plump. All was well on the Eastern Front.

President Levi Summers ensures his calendar is clear for this momentous event!