A Public Statement To Regalia's Frostling 'refuge'

[TheVigilantWolf]

*A parchment of paper was pinned on top the Public Statement From Regalia's Frostling Refuge shortly after the attack on the Velheim district, written in common*​

To the Pretender Siora Aesar Lellvyone,

You deny yourself a threat to Regalia and her people, and yet, to my knowledge, you and your followers have waged war on the people of the Velheim district alongside The Undying. Years ago did my family rise and Imperialize from the muck and dirt that you fester in, striving to prove ourselves worthy to the Spirit and seek redemption from what was once our false beliefs. Now you dare to sabotage what little reputation our people have in the Crown City of His Imperial Holiness as a puppet of the Underworld by taking part in the crime that corrupts this city. Neither I, nor the citizens of Regalia, will stand for this treachery. If they will not see you within the Judicial Courts of Regalia, they will see you bleed onto the streets before you dare threaten their homes again.

You are no Protector, you are High Priestess of a dying and false faith: Corrupter of Regalia's Isldar People, and Mother of No-One.

May the Divine Spirit keep your vile souls from its mercy or absolution,
Daniel Erubadhron Silevon

 

[Vegemiite]

Vaeri Neridi, the leader of The Undying, read over the statement with a curious gaze, nodding every so often before setting it back upon her desk. She clicked her tongue, speaking to herself soon after. "If those Isldar did 'elp, I wouldn't have been bloody removed from tha' district. Let the people think wha' they want. Maybe it'll get 'em inta' gear and remove those cultists for me. Or maybe it'll toughen up those targeted and make 'em useful ta' me."

 

[JoyShake]

Lara couldn't help but to let out a loud, sharp cackle as she read the paper, a wide, maniacal grin stretching across the Isldar's features before she downed the rest of her drink. "Knew there was a reason I found him bearable"

Somewhere Aubrey would probably roll her eyes if having the possibility to read it.

 

[HobblingHobbit]

Isak Atwood sat on the stairs of his home with a lit sigg perched between his lips, idlely watching as the other velheim of the God's Court reinforced the entrances to their homes and district. When the news of the announcement reached his ears he flicked ash to the ground and clutched his wounds, aching from the howlish laugh he let off.

"Perfect."​

 

[Tiaq]

Taendross would read the paper after it was brought to her desk. She would give a heavy sigh, fear growing. "I do not have much time to save our Reputation..Frostweaver, help us all during these dark times." She'd speak to herself, looking over the notes she'd begun to create across her desk. "I must save my Priestess, and my people, no matter the cost."

 

[Yigit]

"They ain't wrong though." said a cutlass-wielding pirate while reading over the notice.

 

[Caduceus_Clayy]

*A parchment of paper was pinned on top the Public Statement From Regalia's Frostling Refuge shortly after the attack on the Velheim district, written in common*​

To the Pretender Siora Aesar Lellvyone,

You deny yourself a threat to Regalia and her people, and yet, to my knowledge, you and your followers have waged war on the people of the Velheim district alongside The Undying. Years ago did my family rise and Imperialize from the muck and dirt that you fester in, striving to prove ourselves worthy to the Spirit and seek redemption from what was once our false beliefs. Now you dare to sabotage what little reputation our people have in the Crown City of His Imperial Holiness as a puppet of the Underworld by taking part in the crime that corrupts this city. Neither I, nor the citizens of Regalia, will stand for this treachery. If they will not see you within the Judicial Courts of Regalia, they will see you bleed onto the streets before you dare threaten their homes again.

You are no Protector, you are High Priestess of a dying and false faith: Corrupter of Regalia's Isldar People, and Mother of No-One.

May the Divine Spirit keep your vile souls from its mercy or absolution,
Daniel Erubadhron Silevon

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"More and more enemies pile up against our new friends, Captain. Perhaps it's better to cut our losses and leave them to the wolves. Gather some information and crush them under the heel like a bug, warrenting some respect from the other groups, and trust from my brother Maximus...though if our next Treaty meeting means anything, then perhaps they might have as many allies as they have enemies. And with our next move with those lizards, the conflict might lessen, allowing our infulence to swoop in." The corrupt noble known as The Returned Revenant said, downing his liquor and preparing another letter to the other leaders, this time including the Kathar's leader too. @MrFluff1

 

[MrNoot1]

The Captain stood behind the corrupt noble, their mask staring beyond as he'd begin to speak. "The Isldars have plenty of troops to defend them. We must let them play this out, for they have brought this upon themselves."
@Caduceus_Clayy

 

[Athelois]

A small piece of paper was tacked onto the bottom of the Silevon's notice, written in clear, legible Common.

To the Vicious Pretender, Abandoner of Cultures, Neglectful Special Snowflake, Super-Pale-Ailor Impostor,
​

Your words reach very few - and mean even little. Everything you say is taken with a grain of salt -- to abandon your people, your culture, your beliefs shows truly how weak willed your family truly is and will always be. You are not but a coward and unfit to threaten those wishing to carve out a life that does not require bending the knee and mutilating their ears.

Put up or shut up.

- Os Walt.​

 

[Moribundity]

Katrina facepalmed. "The frostweaver surely cannot support these pretenders who act in broad daylight."

 

[Magivore]

Málinmäru peered over the document curiously, one of many imitation pages curling under his sharp grasp. The Haat-Maraya pocketed a near-replica into the scroll case on his back before finding another one, but this time as a response. Just as before, he plucked it off the wall and stuffed it away into his storage for later study. Just when he thought he was done, he noticed another one yet again, which gave him a pause and a frown as he was discovering more about the social plights of the city than he wished for. While it helped his cause and he took pleasure out of not being the target for being called a monster, he found it difficult to tolerate at times when he hoped to find battle plans instead of complaints.

"The Regalian barbarians are literate. Perhaps many shouldn't be," he remarked to himself with a malicious chuckle at a volume others within the sewers can hear as he flipped over a dated wanted poster to begin imitating the writing.