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The Treaty of San Luciano, 1859 15th of Owyn’s Flame, 1859 I - The Holy Orenian Empire and the Principality of Savoy formally enter a pact of non-aggression. The pact will last for a duration of ten years. After the expiration of this pact, a renewal may be negotiated. II - Signing parties refrain from participating in any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. The respective vassals and subjects of the two signatories are also to refrain from joining any conflicts that put them at odds with one another. III - Subjects of the Holy Orenian Empire are protected while in the territories of the Principality of Savoy, and subjects of the Principality of Savoy are protected while in the territories of the Holy Orenian Empire, provided they conduct themselves within the laws of the respective realms. IV - The Holy Orenian Empire recognises Prince Lucien I as rightful ruler of the Principality of Savoy. The Principality of Savoy recognizes Emperor Philip III and Empress Anastasia I as the rightful rulers of the Holy Orenian Empire. Signed, Philip III Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera Anastasia I Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera. Lucien I Prince of Savoy, Duke of Corazon, Count of San Luciano, Peremont and Sarissa, Baron of Brynnrose, etcetera.

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Prince Lucien I frowned at the sight - although - this was not to his surprise. He showed the missive, this declaration to his councilors, to his guards even, most loyal Elric and Andreas upon the battlements. They all laughed, they all found this rather odd; how a vassal continued to behave as if it were a mere merry-band of mercenary outcasts with no obligations to the crown. Surely, His Serene Highness was to prepare some meetings, draft some letters to his acquaintances within the realm. "Well, well. . ." Such documents were properly taken by Elric and Andreas, whom found themselves atop mares of best quality, riding east-bound. Their destination? Unknown. Except to the Prince and his privy.

MC Name: Milenkhov RP Name: Orlantho Bloom Nation: Ferrymen

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The Prince of Savoy took a deep breath, his digits received the parchment, visage scanned the missive with intrigue. It was at the fourth section that he halted. For some time he perused, with those eyes of his before muttering, repeating rather. "We encourage her to repent of such a heinous crime and seek out confession. So it is known."

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"Simply put, let us hope for a better future." did the princeling state. Just after he had concluded that meeting with the Imperial Prince of Renatus, signing the document.

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Lucien signs the Lorraine before allowing for some moments of silence before muttering some prayers.

Lucien reads the publication, settling it down afterwards as he allows for his thoughts to digest the most remarkable information and views. He smiles - visage shifting to the fireplace with much hope for a brighter future.

Lucien prepares to get a reading.

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Azhar Khan recalls riding his mount into battle, his axe raised as he cleaved through the flank of foes, allowing for swift escapade and much tactical prowess at the behest of his companions. His lungs quaked as the voice of the farfolk resounded within the fief of the Holy Oren. "Hoooggg Ridddaaaahh. . !" he barked to the skies, as the almighty creature he rode battered and bruised the denizens that seized the merry-band of the Ferrymen. The day had ended; another victory for the assortment of warriors who donned green-hues. He muttered something then, and had thoughts of his brother, Mohammad - an orenian Knight of much renown. "Astaghfirullah. . ." he croaked, departing to the Stone Tower as he deposited the vast riches and heirlooms acquired from the defeated troops in that uncanny, yet very remarkable skirmish that was conducted within the capital of the so called Empire. He concluded then, towards Diomé [@Orlanth] and the companions who had emerged victorious. "Was there ever any doubt. . ? it is rather simple, indubitably so. . ."

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O Allah! O our master! You are eternal life and everlasting peace by Your essence and attributes. The everlasting peace is from You and it returns to You. These words resounded at the behest of Sir Mohammad Hassan, decorating the realms and domains of man, elf and dwed alike. His companion of yore, bygone by the annals of time felt embellished by such. The exalted combatant grinned, raising his sword to the skies as words came from his parted lips. Astaghfirullah. Spaketh he Sir Richard 'Richie' Khan.

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