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A Ransom For: Sylvia Reinard

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From the Lord of House Harhold, Baron Hengest of Vlissinghelm to the usurper of Baarlowe, Viscount Augustin Reinard.

I write this letter only moments after I've received news of my men's capture of your kinswoman Lady Sylvia Reinard. Holding blueblood captives is an ugliness, but a necessary one when fighting a devil such as yourself. Therefore I bring you these terms for her safe release.

-A ransom of Sixty Five thousand (65k) regals.
-The scuppering of half the Reinard fleet
-The lifting of the siege of Vlissinghelm's capital, and the retreat of the besieging army behind the Anglian wall.

She will know freedom again once these terms are met, and not a minute before. Fear not, you may not squirm away from this with your lies and deceit, scoundrel, for this letter is ran through the printing yard for all of Regalia, Lokkenland and Anglia to see.

I would offer you the Spirit's blessings, but the likes of you have not earned the pleasure.

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"At what point does His Imperial Holiness intervene? Ransom of Nobles? Wars? This is going way to far..." Oscar slowly sighs.
 
Valarosta sat leaned back against the headboard of her shared bed, cradling a cup of kaffee in one hand while the other held the letter. A brief peal of laughter filled the silence of the room before she leaned over to show Hagmer - as if he would give a damn about the notice.
"Look, look. The noble lounge is going to be heated for the next few weeks. Sixty-five thousand regals and half his Naval fleet lost. Hope Reinard's family cares enough about her to pay that much money. I hope they have that much money, actually-- Do not look at me like that. We just spoke about this the other night, this is free entertainment!"

@Banard
 

"What is the beef between these two..?" a free Nelfin muttered, only to receive a reply from someone close by, urging the peculiar reply

"Butter?!" he asked incredulously as a sigh departed his lips.​
 
"Shite, hoped Latimer would've won by now. Seems there are no war trophies for me. Sadly I am more soldier then commander so seems I can't be of much help. That poor Reinard she seemed quite nice when we meet. Hopefully she isn't being mistreated but...knowing the kind of family withing the Ol Abions. That's not entirely unthinkable." he sighs leaning on his wife. "Least I'm not in the battles for this one, I should see Augustin sometime. Check how he is handling all this after all Blood above all is something we understand."
@Naganadel_
 
Hagmer lethargically stared at the notice and the woman that was waving it in his face. In complete contrast to Valarosta's enthusiasm about the blue-blooded trouble that was brewing, the Silven didn't look the least bit interested. His look said it all. The martial tactics the country's peerage had resorted to in their pursuit for a monopoly on dairy wasn't something to toss one's hat over.

@Athelois
 
Claire d'Anjou chuckles as she reads the notice. "Looks like Harhold's up to his old tricks again. But what's he gonna do, hurt her? Sounds illegal. Although, I'm pretty sure if Harhold doesn't do one illegal thing a week, he will explode." she comments.
 
Wolvard strided down the pier from his flagship, having docked at a harbour in Kintyr after another morning of combat. The Breizhman in truth was seeking someplace to drink his troubles away in peace- yet a courier would approach the admiral baring a familiar document. Such fond print would send a smirk across the man's face as he exhaled yet another cloud of smoke from his pipe.

"The good man's done well at foxhunting, pah"
 
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