A Proclamation From The County Of Griptham

[Optimalfriskies]

On the night of the 10th of March, tragedy struck House Rote and its lands. As The Count Abelhard Rote was returning from the fields of battle, he and his party were assaulted by Dread Empire Insurgents, and the Count was mercilessly assassinated. His tragic death left House Rote without a leader, and so the council of Griptham Elders decided to elect me, Leopold Rote to the seat, granting me the title as Count of Griptham.

I write this today to announce both the untimely passing of my dear brother, but also to proclaim to the peerage that I wish to serve the spirit faithfully and honorably, and do whatever it takes to ensure that the Ailor way of living remains unthreatened. Once the war in the colonies end, I shall personally dedicate a large chunk of my troops to the War effort, and I urge the rest of the honorable peerage to do the same. These Kathar hold no respect for our faith or our life, and would sooner see us all gone. Take up arms, and aid the good Generals of the empire by dedicating troops; together, the peerage can end the Void-scourge of the Kathar.

Signed,

Count of Griptham.

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[Nitesho]

Enzo Celso sflowered to Lord Gallus Tyrannian and said, "Ok, now you're cheating. How expensive was the assassin?"
@Aespair

 

[BillyTheScruffy]

"The Spirit works mysteriously" The Howlester remarked in reply to the most recent announcement "Two patriarchs dying oh so honorably in battle before having to suffer losses to their enemies. Sad!"

Rodderick then tossed the notice away. Part of him will mourn Abelhard.​

 

[Arhbi]

"A tragedy, truly. But perhaps now is the time to make corrections long overdue. I urge the new Count to sign peace with the Dwarven Baron and his allies so that focus can be returned to where it belongs; the Kathar menace," proclaimed Louis Delmotte to his friends and anyone else who would listen to him.​

 

[Bertramqaz]

The admiral once again picked up a letter today, now reading that the lord of the county he just joined a war on the side of has died. "What a horrible way to kill a noble off. I just hope this brother knows his part of a battlefield, so I don't need regret this." After this the admiral put down the letter and began reading the next in his pile.

 

[AtticCat]

Winifred would not be found for the rest of the day after receiving notice of the next death, muffle sobbing coming from the young lady. Oh what a shame, a true friend dead - no matter his mistakes.

Azra, on the opposing side, had practically exploded into a rage at the new. "What do you mean that he's dead! He can't be dead!" The Qadir stomped about, pacing as she shouted. "That bald bastard, I did all that work for nothing! Tortured for nothing!"
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[Vivamente]

Aurelius chuckled softly, clutching the announcement in a gauntleted hand and crushing it before tossing it into the fireplace. "Killed returning from the battlefield, how embarrassing. Hm, I'd best send my condolences though."

 

[Wumpatron]

General Norrvakt would be doubtful of the Dread Empire in the colonies, instead arriving to a myriad of different conclusions before settling on what will end up happening, "Lord Blackjaw managed to prove me wrong, curious how war shifts the way it does."

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[MantaRey]

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"I never really knew the late-Count," Katriane said. She scoured over the notice with fleeting gaze. The view that the window beside her provided appeared to be far more enticing to look upon. Her eyes slid along the sight of treetops, of wheat fields and the midday sun. A servant soon procured a cup of kaffee that she did not savor right away. "Could the tenth of March really be so cursed that loss falls upon us not once, but twice? What else will happen...?" Katriane brushed some of her hair back behind her ear, further secured by the hair pins she wore. The notice was folded and set aside on the opposing side of the desk. She sat up straighter in the midst of her silent pondering; and released a weary breath. Her focus shifted yet again to earlier transpired tragedy. "I believe the Duchess could use a letter, at the least. Someone deserves relief in spite of all this."

 

[Film_Noir]

Christopher Black lay the two announcements out on his desk, side by side. One, pertaining to the death of the Rodrigo; and the other, relating to the demise of the Lord Inquisitor. His brow was furrowed, his eyes lingering for a little longer on Abelhard's note. His thoughts, he otherwise kept to himself. He stood from his desk. "Dianne! What's on the agenda for today?" Downstairs, he went.

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[_GoldWolf_]

The elder sat in his chair within his home before the Cathedral. His eyes trailed the announcement over and over however the words remained the same. Abelhard Rote had passed. "Mmm. May he ascend in peace or if these acts of the hiring of sanguine and mages are true, if through the Spirit's wisdom, our most Holy Spirit deems it fit to send him to a second life, may Brother Abelhard have good luck in redeeming himself. Spirit Bless, Brother. Spirit Bless." The High Reverend placed the piece of parchment upon the table, before struggling to rise with the assistance of his cane. He tottered off towards the Cathedral, rubbing his eyes for a moment as he walked.

 

[Timisc]

A familiar golden-orange furred Rakrran stood upon his balcony in the early hours of the morning, glancing over the quiet district he called his own as it began to come alive for the day. His hands gripped the railing delicately as he listened to the rusty brown Rakrran courier deliver the news. "First Peirgarten and now Rote? This all feels rather convenient, don't ya think? Would say it might be a clever play but I don't actually think the rest of them could have pulled this off." The Corsair Lord shrugged, rather indifferent about the pair of deaths announced and finishing off his morning sigg.

 

[Deleted User 0206201901]

"Where one glorious mustache falls, another shall rise again to take its place," Dragomir Thane bantered with his fellow servicemen upon hearing the news, together with the recurrence of a certain Typhonus.

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[HeyitsNano]

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The General glanced over the two papers of both Rodrigo and Abelhard among all other papers stacked beneath. To him, it seemed too convenient. Did he mourn the loss of both nobles, or did he genuinely just not care about either? Wilhelm von Dietrich teared the papers in half and tossed them out.

 

[_Owlet]

Ernesta pursed her lips at the news, holding onto a nearby pillar, biting down on her bottom lip. "We may not have been talking or in contact for many months. But you were a dear friend, ever so welcoming when I first came to Regalia many moon ago. Spirits rest, Abelhard." After her small muttering, the woman went about to her daily happenings, albeit somewhat solemn.

 

[Vivo_Et_Vincam]

Harric would read the notice, speaking to Ansgar and Gallus- "Insurgents from the Kathar in the colonies? Is that supposed to be an innuendo or insult to us, or have they truly made it that far? Either way... Bless the man in his passing, he'll need it."

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[Carlit0o]

The Digmaan crept away from his afternoon amongst the people of his household to gaze over the letter in private. A sad, dark evening he spent huddled away in privacy with a few personal possessions kept for comfort. He curled the wooly material in his hand, a sigh escaping him cut the through the room as he sat there in deafening silence.

"Thank you, kindly! Your Digmaaness! I appreciate the word you put in with the Lord Inquisitor immensely."

Distant words rang in the Cro-Allar's mind, as best as he could remember the day and the jovial tone of the inquisitor in the park.

"Oh how long ago that was... only, to end this way... Couldn't have never ever seen this coming.", depressed and alone he kept himself that night, wrapped in a familiar gift meant all for himself.

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[TheVigilantWolf]

Siegfried von Rahm sat at the desk in his estate, a knock on the door projected over the crackling of the fireplace nearby. A man entered the room and shuffled over towards the Count and passed onto him the news. As the messenger was beckoned out after the report was read, the Count drew open the drawer of his desk, removing and uncorking his special bottle of Gallovian Killichman Whiskey and sat in silence as he read over the paper a second time. A shaky right hand brought the paper over a nearby candle, and as the sheet began to burn and after his left tossed back the remainder of his drink, he spoke aloud;
"May the Kathar scum beg the Spirit have mercy upon their souls, because I won't."
And as the Count of Opper Calem watched the last of the paper turn to ash he spoke once more;
"I pray your soul exists in the ever loving embrace of the Imperial Spirit, friend."

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