A House Of Wealth, Bankrupt Of Morals

The following letter would not be pinned to the different notice boards of the city, and instead sent specifically to the Piedmont Estate. It, however, would find itself publicized as several copies made their way, in one way or another, into the homes of the common folk and the desks of the peerage.

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FROM THE DESK OF HIS GRACE, ALARIC KEEN, THE DUKE OF GOTTLIEBERBERG

DENUNCIATION AND REQUEST OF BETTER GOVERNANCE





HEED HEED YE TRAVESTIES,
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With much detestment wrought your most lecherous Lord Victane, who so haughtily “pirouetted”, as you Ithanians may call it, in his nightly sheets with a grimy, grubby peasant. All the while gazing up at the stained banner of House de Piedmont, which hangs ever so negligibly on his wall. A most pitiful and pathetic parallel of the Lord’s boyhood most negligibly being utilized as a vessel to further spit on the soiled soot that you call your dynasty’s prestige.

You sit atop a wooden throne of lavish immorality, like a mongrel guarding its food bowl -- as your House’s men are led about on leashes, partnered with a dog’s gait under the clicking heels of their womanly figures within your estate’s walls. Though your House does muse to pose itself as a House entrenched in conservative beliefs, you cycle through this persona as a puppeteer dons a new marionette. Mayhaps you are closer to your d’Ithanie heritage than I originally gave credit, as you clearly adopted their theater practices much like the muttly Lord Victane adopts the foot of a common woman into either entryway of his mortal bod. As your beaten dog of a House barks at every opportunity if freed from their muzzle, “Actions speak louder than words”. Let us then assess your inept initiative. You have robbed thousands of tradesmen from their families and income under conscription for what? To appease the mentally vacant Matriarch’s paranoia? This is incompetence manifested as your harebrained House so desperately pretends to be something it is not. Your masquerades would be more fitted for your ballrooms, rather than at the expense of what little dignity your banner yet clings onto, as a fly clings to the boar’s carcass.

Instead of meandering about aimless schools within your lands to try to teach, perhaps members of your family should be attending lessons regarding rulership from their more proficient Cadieux neighbor. They may yet be able to teach the deficient dog how to roll over and die.

If you dare to continue dragging the repute of conservatism into your sinking ship, I will personally see that your land faces the same humiliation that the men of de Piedmont so frantically beg for. I only apologize to your most virtuous Wulfmacht, who must act as the buoyancy to keep what you call your fleeting “nobility” afloat.
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With much irony do I hope your liberal House reforms,

His Grace,
Alaric Keen,
The Duke of Gottlieberberg
Mercenary Representative of the Holy City
Defender of Your Ever Decreasing Reputation
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