The Hounds Howl For You

[Jonificus]

A Statement from the Kellhof Estate

Aelfric Hrothulf Harhold. Holy Reverend. Master of the Order of the Guiding Eye. Uncle. Grandfather. A pious, diligent, tea-loving octogenarian.

You may know this man. A kind, elderly man without a pinch of malice in him. He enjoys to watch the sunrise in his room every morning before breakfast. He taught my children how to read. He spends his piece of the Harhold fortune on nothing but charity, not saving a copper for his own vanity. He follows every whim of the Spirit's Will, even if it at his inconvenience. A man who once refused to join a feast because he felt his conscience weighing him down for enjoying the finer things in life when there are so many unfortunate souls in the Empire. A man who, even in his old, decrepit state, finds the time and energy to join his grandchildren for walks through the park.

I write this because I've come to find my uncle did not return home from his service in the city. There appears to be malicious men, or more accurately, women in the heart of our Empire who have led my dear uncle astray into the night. They appear to have left a note. They appear to have a threat, even. They have captured an eighty-one year old man with bad knees and an ailing back to further their political agenda. Good people of Regalia, if you are crippled, sick, young, elderly, blind or somehow all of this, you are in grave danger of being captured by these highly dangerous individuals.

Now, for the main event. I am only human, so I am offering a message to you lowlifes of Regalia who make the lives of good, decent folk so difficult. You conspirators, blackbaggers, thieves, extortionists and hired killers. Tommorow I shall be having breakfast with my Uncle again, his mind, soul and body shall be unharmed. If I do not find him at the breakfast table in the morning I will find every last one of you who had a part to play in this. The look-out will watch as every kidnapper is individually brutalized by two-hundred and ten teeth, fifty sharp claws, and five vicious jaws. The look-out will scream in terror as he leaves his punishment with a missing eye, to be replaced with the red hot branding of the Unionist's Eye on his forehead so the Spirit can make sure to guide them away from making such mistakes again. The leader. Well, the leader will be a personal matter. Though make no mistake, I am no coward, I will put myself through the gruesome act required to punish you.

Happy Haeksendag, Regalians, though it may not be the last for some of you, I could easily make you wish it was.
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Carrying the Spirit's Mercy and Wrath,
His Excellency, Duke Hengest I,
Duke of Vlissinghelm,
First King of Mull,
Rightful Revain of Zuiderpoort and Dragenthal,
And beloved nephew of His Holiness, Aelfric Harhold.
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[AtticCat]

Winifred gave a gasp of panic at seeing the public notice and pressed her fingers to her mouth with fright, "Oh, Spirit- poor Father Harhold! I hope he is safe soon, what beast would hurt that man?" The fifteen year old even so much as slid her palm from her mouth to press a knuckle briefly to her eye. She looked certainly shaken from the news that someone would steal the poor man- and even more so that the King had warned others may follow suit: like weak youths. Which the von Rahm certainly was that, a weak youth.

Azra, on the otherhand, leaned back on her heels with a whistle after hearing the news, though she appeared unbothered. She gave a shrug towards the man that read it to her after her persistent pointing and then gestured another moment for only a blank look to be her answer. The Qadir squinted harder than usual, then twisting to be off and find safety by her more Unionist friends.

 

[Lizmun]

Mi-Sung had seen the first note of the captors, read it, and thought little of it. She didn't know the man taken, didn't know his merit, his honor, his dedication to his faith. This new letter moved her, roused passion deep within; A flame that blossomed anew, and compelled Mi-Sung to take up her mace in a new cause. She had come to Regalia to battle darkness, the mist, and those who strayed from the light. She had found a new reason to fight after reading this notice, for those who needed it most. Mi had decided - she would find those that took the wholesome, elderly man and she would incur the sun's wrath upon their blackened souls. She would burn out this man-made evil.

 

[Ailethi]

"Never mess with a Harhold."

 

[soapboxstage]

Hal Zts would humor at the matter, pondering if the ransom could be used to bring wealth back to the poor, but contemplating remorse upon the event being politically inspired.

 

[Axelu]

The Sable haired woman glanced upon the note- stern sea green eyes lingering upon the text. A soft chuckle escaped her, before venturing deeper into the squalor that has become Old Town.

 

[SnashuuPomaymay]

Neu paused in her stride to peer at the notice, eyebrows raising. She pondered a second, before huffing, and returning on her venture home. She turned into an ally way to mumble beneath her breath, leaving her words for her ears only.
"Mrmm.. Anyone can like sunrises and teach their kids to read. If he really cares for unfortunate souls, why make it seem like my efforts to help the Empire are useless? Hmph."

 

[DahStalker]

Jenny squints, scoffing. "Even I am not such a degenerate that would do horrid things as so. My darling." The woman drawled, furious by the inquiry.
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