Publius

A letter would find itself left in the absence of the Privy Seal of Vandoria, written to the King and his fellow Councillors. It reads as follows: To whom still find themselves in service to the Crown and public offices of Vandoria, I feel no grand exit is needed, as nothing has been achieved during my time working with you all. I leave this to simply explain that I will no longer humour the council any longer with my input, and choose to no longer commit myself to the sin of sloth, a seemingly mandatory component of service to Vandoria these days. To the King personally, I would like to make clear my disdain of the state of the Kingdom. You had heard me out when I was rejected by my homeland, and promised work. In Vandoria there is sure a lot of work to be done, but no opportunity to take an initiative, and no support of any idea for initiatives to be taken. I praise you though for the stability your policies have brought though; it is hard for peasants or lords to revolt when there is none of either. You folks shall remain in my prayers of course, and I hope that the deafening silence in my absence alerts at least one of you to the most laughably poor state of the realm. Do not hesitate to seek me for advice if you intend on doing something, but otherwise, please do not bother me, as I am tired of wasting my breath. With Lukewarm Regards, Lepidus Cuman

Lepidus wonders why the Raevir would make remove of the duke when the cultural influence they have on the people of Courland under his rule is so glaringly apparent, smirking up a storm at the thought

Yusif signs the charter loudly, waking up poor Faiz and getting the heck kicked out of him!

The missive is printed on paper produced by the druids of Vandoria, who have pressed and educated people on the issue.

The 5th of Sun’s Smile, 1558 Throughout the lands of Vandoria, a state sponsored missive can be found nailed to signs, in piles beside heralds advertising work opportunities in the state’s military, and about the public buildings of the Kingdom. Copies are also available to business’ outside of the Kingdom that accept them, reading as follows: Portrait of a Vandorian patrol bracing for an Orcish charge, made in the fall of 1557 Dearest people of Vailor, In recent days, a decisive death blow has been dealt to banditry and the marauders who commit themselves to it with the Norlandic loss of Seahelm, the thieves losing not just their lives, but their homes. Ahead of us now on the path to peace though, we must now overcome another obstacle: The Orcish filth and their destructive practices. During a quest for self discovery, we find the Orcs in tune with what they are most naturally, that of course being disgusting pests that ruin even the very home they infest. Now sending prayer out to the spirit of Pestilence itself, Orgon, they now have intensified their backwards practices to bring about the corruption of the land they manage to squat on. These mad, slave driving, child sacrificing oafs now go an extra mile to make life miserable for the races who respect both reason and longevity, and see to building shrines and committing to practices in which they may ruin the lands of Vailor for no better reason than to antagonize the good people of it. We bear no intention on letting such a thing just happen. As Vandorians, we are left with a special responsibility, as we man the the largest border with the War Uzg. With the position closest to the swine’s throat, we must be quick to slay it and clean the mess before all is spoiled, before all the bounty of the lands lay forfeit to the plague. A worse fate awaits the idle, as without treating this disease, we too may fall victim to it. In short, dear people, it is up to us to maintain a healthy realm, and our best bet is to keep it sterile and free from the Orcish pests. With swords as our tools, we must scrape clean the lands like one would use a soap against hands. Written and Signed Faithfully, Privy Seal Lepidus Cuman

Lepidus laughs hearing this, initially believing it to be a joke. He laughs harder when he realizes it isn't.

Lepidus is thoroughly dissatisfied with the response, and prays that this is only the first of many things said on the issue. He continues looking for answers.

A plainly written letter would find its way from Ard Ghorrock to the Imperial Palace of Oren, an owl on the wax seal. It reads as follows: To the Court of His Imperial Majesty, John II, For years now, the disappearance of my grandfather, Publius Bracchus, has seen no interest from the Imperial Court. With the inquiry of the house de Ruyter completely ignored, and seemingly no interest in getting to the bottom of where he may be by the Court, I have had to take liberty to search for clues. What information I have found myself upon is both horrid and revealing of the current state of his immediate and distant family. It is apparent that the last place Publius has been seen was within the walls of the Imperial Palace in Felsen, following his assault of Rocco Romstun at the funeral of our late Emperor, John I, over his unreserved disrespect of him. More disturbing than that though, is what I hear of his death, something that the very man he assaulted in defence of our late Emperor’s honour has revealed boastfully to many; That it was carried out by drowning him in milk and pouring honey upon his corpse, in mockery of his poverty despite service on several Privy Councils. I find it mind boggling that the Crown has not dispelled these rumours or sought to find Publius Bracchus if otherwise is true. If the case is that he was executed, it is my most simple request that we be given the body. My relatives have suffered extreme persecution, and we now wish to give him what God’s teachings ask for; a burial, so his soul may rest. In our hearts we find no room for more than grief, and we pray that the request is not treated maliciously. In hope, -Lepidus Cuman

[OOC] MCName: olde_pub Skype(You can PM): JamesPHFraser Timezone: EST [RP] Name: Henry Fane Age: 23 Nationality: Orenian Past Group Affiliations: None