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King Odo I smiles the sun's smile!

The Tolerance Decorum of the 7th of Malin’s Welcome, 1609 So turbulent are these times that a foot must be put down, so that a balance may finally form. This is my open letter to the people of Axios; legislation this will become despite my heavy heart and motivated by my righteous determination. Unwise was I, admittedly, for signing to the Canonist League as it stood. I grip a nation that was so hotly embroiled in turmoil that I simply nodded towards those who came to me as brothers, but little did I know it was at the expense of a much larger political game. The biggest folly of my reign may be encaptured in my humble signature among the inflated titles I signed alongside, but I will not let such folly go without, at the very least, an attempt at amendment. Lamenting is for those who deal in the past though, so let me look forward to the future of my nation. The most beautiful grace that earned God his most gorgeous epitaph, ‘the Creator’, I shall pursue also; all who praise the Creator, God, of humanity’s belief in the Seven Skies and our right to dwell therein, will henceforth not be meddled with. All who are decided Lotharingian, will receive my most elaborate defence. Raised was I in the Canon, for in the Mountains of Lotharingia, Kaedreni upbringings call for such. But we lay now in a time where the church is determining itself, and I believe wholeheartedly that it is not a state’s decision to grip the laity and require of it any motion relating to faith; such things are an encroachment to God’s authority itself. No longer will I make the mistakes of my forebears, and endanger any man who has dedicated his life to His service. Righteous motivation is what any strong state needs, and such, I will not discourage such further. In one foolish stroke, the High Pontiff, the very voice of GOD has endangered his flock - by pitting two followers of our LORD at odds, he has endangered the very pillars and foundations upon which the unity and comradery of humanity resides. So wild is it that reconciliation has only been a subject of jokes and jest among men of ‘Grace’ in these days. Arrogance is unbefitting of even heathens, nevermind the faithful. Thusly, it is in mine own interest, as well as the interest of every God-fearing subject of Lotharingia that we begin to obligate at least ourselves a righteous path in such a time of turmoil. HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Odo I d’Amaury, King of Lotharingia, Prince of Savoy and Metz, Archduke of Lorraine, Margrave of Kaedrin, Count of Amaury, Lord of the Goldfields, Defender of the Heartlanders and Warden of the South

(12 as in noon, or 12 00 military time)

[!] Across the lands, a number of mounted men herald the coming of an event in Lotharingia, entailing much more than one could hear in casual passing. To those who took a missive or listened closely, they would come to know the following, [!] A good and pious bloke bemoans the now peaceful yet treacherous terrain between the mountains to Mardon, 1607. Oh lo, Lotharingia brings about both a spectacle and celebration for thee! Many years in which the Heartlanders of the proud south have been able to tend to their own business has recently found violent interruption, the very foundations of the state shivering from the cold of death. No longer will this be the case though, as we coronate our new King and welcome back the traditions that had brought both renown and respect to the d’Amaury name. To celebrate this, we will feast and behold a play as we do so, with any and all guests welcome to come and partake! From there, the stage will be set for all bannerlords who wish to swear fealty before King Odo d’Amaury. All men who feel they bear in their bodies the spirit of chivalry, who bear the weight of a heavy Canon heart, and who in every fiber within themselves can temper their ambitions to be righteous. Come before King Odo and swear to him, and find yourself soon with the legitimacy in which only a Lotharingian lord may provide. In Kaedreni fashion though, no lord may send a declaration of fealty in their own stead; if you cannot look your liege in his eyes as you swear to him, you are either too timid or too wicked to serve outside of your own home. The pledge to service will be the same for each bannerlord, and within the year, it will be the will of the Administration of Lotharingia that among them the lands of our people be protected by each for noble privileges and patronage. We will proceed thereon with a dance to see the food not contribute to gluttonous guts, under the beautiful light of a man burning for his treachery, showing the prosperity we will find in destroying the evils of this land! ____ [!] Couriers would come to the courts of every sovereign nation across the Isles of Axios. Leaders would be advised to allow the Administration of Lotharingia to know if there are to send a delegation, so appropriate planning can be done concerning the nature of relations abroad. [!]

"No more will a Lotharingian follow any man who isn't Canon into war, and never again against another Canon man. To be left to fight a war that was not our own is a great show of dishonour in the first place!" King Odo would boom to his council.

"The last time the Horen's contested the d'Amaury legitimacy as the masters of Lorraine, they did so with a much greater man, who lead a much larger state, and a much more powerful army." Odo would scoff. "Johannesburg's frozen corpse stands as a monument to what such treacherous men receive. They stand no chance; this 'Queen' and her inviting these madmen into her and Lorraine's bosom does not make a man a King."

Odo d'Amaury hears of this commission and the troubles besetting Lorraine, and quickly rides from the mountains to relate his support of it to his family and peers!

you can get over yourself at anytime, I'm only get for the week though

heh not so tough without oren here to protect you, are you lotc?

I'm gonna make a fortune!

"I agree with this man I never betray my emperor nay never my kin or kith because I am a man and men are unlike dwarves and not greedy but I am also unlike men and do not betray my empire but I will die for my empire unlike these other men!" says a man who is not quite 100 years old but relates in being stuck behind the times

The old Lotharingian man stifles tears as he tries not to weep with joy at the notion of finally going home. Jacques' would save all he had to say for the man personally, sallying out quickly to Metz to help amend the tragedies that have befallen Lorraine, and finally give a home to his brothers of Savoy.