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Haraccus returns to the modest clerk-residence on the 10th anniversary of his previous visit. In the old Rassidun’s face there was no note of anything very special to his character—it was much like the face of many another wizened man of empire, save that his heavy eyes were not yet grown dull, but twinkled under his knotted brows like the eyes of young mice when, with attentive ears and sensitive whiskers, they snuff the air and stare forth from their holes to see whether a cat may or may not be nearby. No, the easiest noticed feature about the man was the clothing he had arrived wearing. In no way could it have been guessed of what his coat was truly sewn of, for both its sleeves and its skirts were so ragged and filthy as to defy the description of a sheltered clerk, while instead of the silken robes of the foppish magister-prince he wore a beggar’s shawl, the man stood armoured in the oversized platelegs of a long-dead brigand, with, projecting from them, matted bundles of straw. In short, had the clerk chanced to encounter him at a monastery door, he would have bestowed upon him a mina or two, but in the present case there was standing before him, not a mendicant of financial need but of a far more metaphysical ilk. The former magistrate stood in other words, as no longer the sort of embroidered fine farfolk who dispenses justice to the poor, lives in comfort and luxury of palatial estates, and is destined to leave his property to heirs who are purposing to squander the same on foreign wines but as the simulacra of a man better found in an alms-house . “I have not heard back yet. Is something wrong?” is the man’s laconic greeting to the clerk, punctuated by a fit of coughs, each such cough met with a subsequent signing of the cross of Lorraine over his heaving chest.

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thought the vintasian diet was orc toes says big al baden

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"the emperors father did what" says al baden

“god bless this sweet illiterate man” says al baden

An illness-striken Ide Haraccus seems to have his spirits lifted at seeing the familiar name, signing the papers!

To Cardinal Lochlan, I write to you in defence of John de Balain. I believe he who is met with the most human end of marriage, as is the death of the spouse, lives sadly and injuriously as to be no longer beloved is the greatest injury to a gentle spirit. There is no need to annul a marriage in which a spouse is dead. Of the many evils stated upon the imperial arch-chancellory, the first and greatest is that most absurd and rash accusation of common adultery instead of the humble enjoyment of a blessed, valid and now-ended matrimony as seen by the eyes of GOD and the Canon church. The parting of the claimed wedding occurred at the pronouncement of death of the wife by yourself, Cardinal - for it is not just to keep men wed to their spouses long after their spouses have been declared dead, nor is it expedient for any practical purpose to insist it upon them. How vain it is, and how preposterous it is to all vows and teachings of the binding word and law of the Canon, to seek to ignore such provision made for the death of a spouse in the matrimonial vows - this death was declared by the yourself as a member of the clergy of the same Canon who duly through the blessing of the matrimony of John and the affirmation of the death of his wife brought forward and summarily ceased this disturbance. This disturbance is solely the matter of a now-dissolved marriage and the languishing of the wife who, having been declared dead by the clergy, still complains of faux marriage to the same church which declared her life as no longer. He who wishes to part from a marriage due to the most human of reasons holds no sin upon it, highly honouring the married life until his wife’s life were to be taken from him. The spirit of the marriage is in the lives of the bewed. With a life declared no longer lived, the spirit is gone, the marriage is ended. From the office of the Archchancellor.

Alain Baden feels the ambient warmth of the empire grow ever slightly, the amount of letters being thrown into fires surely means he can cut down on stoking his hearth for a few days.

Ide Haraccus makes the face of a man trying to solve a really hard puzzle as he reads the missive, musing on the idea of the archchancellor - and not the Lord Justiciar - calling a man to trial, with some of the charges levelled having no mention in the book of laws. If it was not for the acts against his Kadarsi kindred, he would have gladly helped the men of Lorraine wade through the filth of obvious subversions of the courts of law. But this is not an empire of processes or legal culture.

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Many nobles in the Holy Orenian Empire would have this letter stuffed haphazardly through their letterbox, even being delivered to some shops, market stalls and places of trade! Printed in clear, easy-to-read typeface, it looks like an important piece of mail and certainly not junk. URGENT BUSINESS ASSISTANCE Attention Beneficiary Due to the fear of seizure by the Phoenix Mercenary Band and Goverment of Brannby [Guise] the rare famed crown of the Holy Orenian Empire, the Johannian Crown have been moved into safe deposit abroad through the Land border, Can you assist Me? Kindly revert as soon as possible to declare your willines to partner with me in this project. We deposited a trunk box containing the crown of the Holy Orenian Empire yesterday evening, the Johannian Crown - that which had not been recovered from abdicant Johannes Achilius, ready for onward delivery via mighty strong and trustworthy Olog courier to the palace of Helena without further delay, the box weight 260lb and it was declared as Writing Materials and Personal Belongings for sake of secrecy. Do reconfirm this below information's. 1: Your Name & Address 2: Your Age & Occupation 3: Your next Of Kin We warned the Helena Constabulary that the consignment should not be inspected by any guards when bringing the consignment to you and never let them know the true content of the box to avoid Diversion or even a theft. To allow this safe shipment I humbly request a safe deposit of two thousand (2 000) minae in unmarked envelope to my address below to allow the shipment safe transfer and to feed the Olog so it does not anger. Yours In Service, Honorable Orenian Mr.Alain Scorilo de Baden 1 Owyn Avenue, Brannby.

"dont think emperors can decide whose son is whose but cheers." says big al baden between mouthfuls of his yummy breakfast pork pie.

“Sounds like a crock of heeby-jeeby shite to me.” Big Al Baden tugs the silly missive free from the wall of the Brannby brewhouse, folding it into quarters and using it as a barmat for his half-full pint of Brannby pale ale. Don’t want to go staining that bar-top, it’s just been varnished.