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AN ARCHCHANCELLORS EXILE Published 17th of Tobias' Bounty, 1869 The war for Oren is over, a conflict which tore a nation apart, which tore families apart, which tore apart perhaps the very fabric of society has ended with how it began, a quiet acceptance. When I was born, I was raised within the walls of the Empire, safely guarded by men of the Imperial State Army and an Emperor to shield me, an Emperor named Joseph Clement. The Empire gave me all of what myself and my family earned, what my father earned and what my children earned. The Empire is unique in that facet of ideals, where some view it as a fat pig, ripe for the slaughter, or a pile of coins from which the top of society might line their pockets, some however, the few; view it for what it really is, hope. It was the hope of Philip III and Olivier de Savoie who came to me with a plan to save the Empire from itself, a desire to ensure a dream lasted for generations beyond us, a dream for our children, a dream for the future. Selfless sacrifice was given by so many to ensure this quality of our Empire endured and was to endure long past ourselves. A friend of mine asked me only recently why I was not upset at having received nothing for being Archchancellor, no trove of gold was shuttled off to me, nor songs of praise sung in my name. I could not help but laugh in front of my friend when those questions were asked. One does not serve his nation for the promise of reward, I never even wished to serve as Archchancellor, what brought me into the role was a desire for the security of the future, for the safety of my children and for a stable Empire. When I resigned, I thought perhaps I had achieved that but I thought wrong. I failed in my duty as Archchancellor and history will recognize that under my watch the cracks grew, and grew until thousands were swallowed up inside. The will of Philip and Anastasia, two of my closest friends struck open the floor beneath us all. A civil war is perhaps one of the most cruel wars for none should be forced to bear blade upon their countryman, Imperialist or Royalist. For a year now I have teetered upon the edge, a choice between pledging fealty to this Kingdom of Oren, or pledging fealty to this Grand Duchy of Balian. To where does the Duchy of Azor go? The answer lies plain and lies clear, I am a man of age, a man who has given so much of himself throughout the decades. I am one who wanted nothing but to provide for my fellow countryman, but I have a country no more. My country died with Philip and Anastasia, The Duchy of Azor was a peerage of The Holy Orenian Empire, and that is where it must lie, in the past. While the beauty of Arentania will always remain first in my heart, the cliffs I call my home, I will ache for until my dying breaths. But I must leave, I must go into exile, for this new realm is not mine, and I seek peace in my final years. I pray GOD grants safety to all, and safety for myself, Joseph d’Azor, now that I leave my home behind, better memories for better days. Penned and signed by HIS GRACE, Joseph Ledicort, The Duke of Azor HER GRACE, Philippa Antoinette, The Duchess of Azor

Leopold Edwin puffed out a breath "Hah, I KNEW they were going to get married...." The boy read the missive with a smirk. "Cousin 'Ena, you silly snake, he's your first cousin!"

This is what life feels like right now

Leopold Edwin gasped as he read the poems. "Whoaaaaa" the Novellen youth spoke surprised. "Cousin Anna is really good at writing!"

Joseph d'Azor stood infront of the soldiers grave, his boots clacking together as the Duke stood at attention, rendering final honours for the Orenian war Hero. "Many a man he slew, his love for his country was matched only by the love for his family, he will be missed..." The former Archchancellor mused with a wide frown across his face, laying a flower upon the grave as he marched off to consume more of the alcohol that numbed his pains. Leopold Edwin smiled brightly as he heard the news, but not infront of his mother. "HAH! Serves him right...." Leopold spoke, both not understanding the finality of death nor the ramifications of such, the child was simply glad evil Uncle John would not bother him. He paused for a moment calling out of the room "GRANDMAMA!!!!!!" He stood up rushing out "I want more cookies!" @MapleSunflower

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The Duke of Azor pressed onwards to the north, his armor clanking and blood seeping from where he had tangled with and ultimately won against a man of the Brotherhood of Saint Karl. The aged duke turned aware of his own age for a long moment as he witnessed the column of Imperials retreating back into Lower Petra, a grim face washed over him as he observed the destruction below in the shallow waters. "It never gets easier." The Duke spoke to an Orenian Man-At-Arms whose pace lingered. The man looked up, revealing himself to be a boy, barely old enough to hold his sword and yet he marched south to do his duty. "Wha' do you mean moi lord?" Joseph sighed grasping the soldiers chainmail, urging him forwards. "All of it, the sooner you accept such the better..." Joseph d'Azor had stood in the same place as that young soldier many decades ago at Outer Arentania. An experience much the same though victorious then. The soldier hobbled on at the Dukes urging and Joseph turned back a final time to witness the flames. "And the nightmares never leave...."

From an idealistic young boy born into a mercantile family, set on helping his friends, to a tenured statesman who helped depose an Emperor, install another, fight in numerous wars and serve in the highest governmental office as well as gaining the title of Duke.

Joseph d'Azor took another long sip of the wine as he remembered back to his friend Lucius and having to find the body. "Goodness... sometimes one can tell when they are getting too old..." He took another long swig of wine, hoping to keep the memories of his friend as he sought to drown others.

YOU FUCKIN GOT ME BUDDY

Leopold Edwin smiled the suns smile as his grandmother offered him even more baked goods, books to read and showing him Ruthern Relics. "Grand mama, why does Uncle John get up to so much trouble." The boy mused, a perfect angel he could cause no trouble.

Joseph d'Azor blinked reading the letter, his eyes scanning the pages before he offered it out to his wife for her to see. "This is rather odd, we don't even have fields...." The pair pondered as the unknown man had his pea crops stolen, but there were certainly no peas in Outer Arentania. "Sounds like a coalition trick... Maybe they forgot about how they didnt want peace again." @Azie

Joseph d'Azor sighs as his servants strapped the fresh plates of armor across his body in the tent of a rapidly growing encampment in Southern Petra. "Hmmm, seems I need to send him the refined edition of bagpipes for experienced players...." The Duke commented, gesturing for his aide to prepare the book to be sent to the fellow Duke. @Gusano

Conquest..... Cant remember that the golden age of 2013-2016 lotc is gone if everything looks the same, it helps me cope at night.

((the Nuke is finally Valid??? @ScreamingDingo

[!] A letter would be penned in response @Frymark 21st of Godfrey's Triumph, Year of 1863 To the Duke & Duchess of Reinmar, Your letter has been received within my office and I've read carefully over your request and see no reason to deny such, the love of GOD is strong within the hearts of many including their Imperial Majesties and my own, as such I see fit to grant you safe passage within the Holy Orenian Empire so you make make your pilgrimage to the The Basilica of The Argentate Star. Upon your entrance into Imperial lands no harm shall befall you and the citizens and soldiers of The Holy Orenian Empire will be duty bound to protect you as guests of the Crown. I shall personally meet you at the front gate of Providence at an agreed upon date and time and ensure entry is given without hassle. Upon the completion of your pilgrimage you shall be seen safely out, without harm nor malcontent. We shall see each other soon I am sure, may GOD protect you in your journey. Signed, His Imperial Excellency, the Archchancellor, Joseph Ledicort d’Azor, Duke of Azor