Publius

The Lord Steward's letter is printed in droves, being spread far and wide across Oren. https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-back-to-back-freestyle Dearest Orenians, I, Publius Bracchus, baron of Aesculus and Lord Steward of Felsen, assure that as long as I draw breath, I will maintain loyalty. My loyalty, unlike some, is not just something I declare, but something I will back with everything I can conceivably bring to the table. Be this arms, words, supplies, however and whatever it takes to see the integrity of the crown maintained, I will use. I sweat not minor defeats and raids; Dunamis did the same to us, and only one of us still exists. The same will be true with these Adrian bandits. I will maintain my strength through service, as I always have.

Publius would read this, and after keeping down his dinner, would pen a response to Arik Vanir the mad, simply not tolerating the steaming pile of crap he chooses to spread! Copies would be printed and made available too, for all to take. "Arik Vanir, I will not even give you the luxury of a formal greeting. You slander the king on a basis in which you yourself, as well as your kin, could easily be looked at as even more guilty of than the King himself. You yourself were pressured out of the position I now hold for your disgusting inability and inactivity in the work, allowing Petrus to become a ghost town, with less people in it than Felsen after it was evacuated. In my service to the Second Akovian Regiment, I had to take over the operation and leadership of the damned thing after Duke Vasili Vanir became too busy for it, DESPITE not even operating ANY of his ducal lands at all. I ran it for nearly a decade, not receiving payment for 8 of those years personally, and the men themselves not being given payment because of the sluggish reforms that ending up failing, and effectively ending the military capabilities of Akovia. Finally, after having to give up your job as Lord Steward due to your sinfully slothful conduct, did you finally return to Karovia. There, all that was built for the longest time was a keep, until you finally took into service my brother Jace Bracchus, who has had to lead and build up you and your brother's land through hard work with nothing but insult from you, and silence from him. Even then, you two have failed to delegate him the authority he needs in both of your absences, nearly seeing the Duchy fall apart on several occasions due to a complete failure to even actively communicate. I also do not want you, nor your brother to talk a second about morals when you consistently turn on liege lords for power. I am shocked that anyone could trust you with how many Carrion's took to being spited by the Vanir family. You speak also of being civilized of all things, when you and your family have openly prided itself in not adhering to customs such as table manners and proper speech. Even more disgusting is your rant about the kidnapping of Brittanus, which was done independently of orders, not as an action the state supported or wished to pursue. If you had actually done what you rage so hard at the crown for not doing, as in, communicated, you would have found that out, and could have seen proper retribution, but instead, fight us. Do not make a habit of speaking of justice either, when the people you have sided with attacked the citizens of Felsen and killed without any discrimination hundreds of folks on several occasions, all because two of their family members were killed by de Solas. Orenian safety I suppose is not actually the priority of Adrians and Northmen, making you both liars. That, or the leadership between you both have completely failed. I would like to see neither running the Oren I live in. I had vouched for justice despite that too, on behalf of the Adrians. You could not even maintain Staunton loyalty, stripping from them everything for a weak attempt at creating a Duchy, which was granted to you against the advise of Duke Hugues Sarkozic. You call us vile snakes, when they were offered almost the same thing we are willing to give by you, but since they accepted the offer from us, you berate them. As for a complete failure to respond to inquiries and letters, I simply need to refer you back to whence there was issue in your Duchy on what the Staunton families responsibilities and capabilities were. It took over two saints days for even a response to an issue that nearly saw a revolt from the very beginning, and even longer for a presence. Those very same people are in actual revolt now, to show you the feelings of your people, though of course, you are quick to disown them for not sharing your opinion like a true tyrant, unlike the the tyranny of Olivier, which leaves the vassals largely to their own devices. You have long depended on the Bracchus family to do your jobs for you, not because you gave them to us, but your absence forced us to step up where you stepped down. I demand you cease any talk of slothful behavior, lest you and your brother accept guilt also. Lest of course, you are the poor leaders I think you are, and choose hypocrisy over honesty. A sloth may speak till he loses his voice, but a man will work until he succeeds or fails. I expect actions now, not words. In shame to having served your house and name, - His Excellency, Publius Bracchus"

"They were huge. At least the citizens will be able to keep warm this winter!" Publius laughs at his jest, and reflects on the mounting poor fortunes of Vanaheim.

Publius would raise his eyebrow, then pen Cantonus Chivay a quick letter, with Castor's proclamation attached; "I think this lad has a drinking problem, I would recommend not letting him write under the influence!"

Publius would laugh if he heard these two, then shrug. "That's why he reported Adrian's offering him a County, eh? That's why you offered him land again, huh? Snakes."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stgrSjynPKs On a quiet night on Felsen's streets, Aemolius sits in the field behind the church, observing the sky when a young boy runs out to said field, looking about wildly. Before Aemolius can even rise, the boy spots him and runs over, waving around a piece of paper madly, hollering Aemolius' name. Being handed the note, the boy runs off, hollering about the world going mad over his shoulder. Puzzled, he begins reading. The head of Aemolius begins to shake his head, and frown up a storm just reading the first sentence, and by the end, he throws the paper away in anger, falling back as the frown storm rages on! "Right after I he makes moves that no one can disagree with, does he get slain. How can anyone presume to be safe when a privy counselor cannot share the company of the most holy man alive? Has no one respect or fear of God anymore? The state and faith are under siege now.... This war must end." He finally rises to his feat, walking back to the church, the saddest boy of 1518.

Alright, in light of this, we will be getting our terms together for our acceptance. Might just take it as is, but I will edit this post when we've got it figured out!

Honestly, you guys have no borders with Felsen, so I don't understand where you're getting the idea that your armies would just march up to it, nevermind go for a fair battle for the initiative in the first place. If my opinion counts in this business as Lord Steward of Felsen, I will not accept this, unless how you can explain how your armies just moved around both Peremont and Dour Watch without issue. EDITTED: Misread the terms, but there's still Dour Watch and Peremont in the way of your march, and you'd definitely meet resistance at both of those friendos. Double edit: Checking the map, may be entirely wrong.

Publius raises an eyebrow hearing this, crying out in pain as the pain in his ass is suddenly made more severe! "Adria was already raiding Felsen enough, now I can't even guilt them for it!"

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Basic information: Nicknames: Lily Liver Age: 16 Gender: Male Race: Human Status: Alive and drunk, wandering about Felsen Description: Height: 5'8, standing shorter than most. Weight: 170 lbs Body type: Stocky, a bit wider set then most, but proportionate. Hair: A thick mess of light brown hair sits on his head, and though it is fair, his hair often appears wavy due to being improperly kept. Skin: Extremely fair/white Markings/tattoos: He is missing the lower half of his right ear lobe, sporting with it a scar across the right half of his jaw from an attack from a drunkard in Felsen. Personality: A reckless youth, Louis grew up in Petrus the first half of his life, and Felsen the latter, his father being a half Waldenian refugee, and his mother a lowly peasant. Working from the early age of 5, he has never been shy of hard work. Many experiences growing up have left him to be, ultimately, a greedy and bitter young man. Taunted mercilessly for his position in society by his merchant patrons, and the ever present economic pressure on him and his family has moved him to desire money more than anything else, not caring for fame, fortune, or prestige, but cold hard cash. He bears a deep respect for the hard working lower classes of Oren, and a general phobia of anyone from another nation or sphere of influence. He now has left home in search of work, mostly working as a part time mercenary. Louis is often spotted with a bottle in his hand, raving passionately about the men he respects, and the men he hates. Though he is not known for his literacy, he is incredibly well spoken due to his time working as a laborer, the ever-presence of his eloquent superiors giving him a vocabulary he uses to talk his way out of trouble, or into a job. He still has yet to find real success in talking his way into the latter, though. Lifestyle: Alignment: Neutral Deity: The Creator Allegiance: Oren, primarily Job: Unemployed, though he sometimes takes on odd jobs Title: None Proffesion(s): Brawling, unskilled labour Skills: Though not particularly skilled with a sword, Louis has learned to throw as solid punch growing up. He's also very well spoken, though this is often offset by his temper and general disdain for being spoken down to. He's hard to intimidate, and often quite courageous. Easily described as bold, he is not fearful to do what he is certain he can get away with, which has secured his sword and only real income. Flaws: Generally insecure about his unimpressive heritage, he is very easily offended by those who generally bear, or try to bear, an air of authority while talking to him. He's prone to drinking, and with that, acting on his angsty views. Driven by greed, he is quick to turn on those he feels owe him. Bitterness runs in his blood, and will not just let an issue drop, dogging anyone he has an problem with. Artwork: None, but if I like him enough, I'll commission some.

Publius would shake his head, frowning up a mighty storm if he heard this load of shite! "By God what a hypocrite you must be to cry for justice whilst you break the law. Even more disgusting is to denounce the people of Vanaheim, who consistently act in the interests of the entire kingdom, and not just some family in a feud! If justice is what you seek, where's their justice for these insults and your attempts to bully them off their land?" He would then take time to pull out his pipe, packing it tight as he shakes his head. His face would be a deep red as he continued spitting with rage, failing to calm himself! "Want to know what sane men do when they think a court's verdict is unjust? They ask for an appeal, repeal, whatever it takes to have the decision changed lawfully. I will continue to actively defend the Vladov and de Sola calls to end the feud, because it is clear that not only justice is absent from this issue, but it has cost more lives than were originally called for. Crows can now officially count themselves among the many issues of this feud, and should to expect my dogging them for justice they have chosen to spill blood for; the kind that has its day in court, rather than on the battlefield. I think anyone that believes in that kind of justice should not only join me in denouncing the feud, but these mad actions perpetrated by the Golden Crows."