Dubhaine Family/Ciarghuala/Roleplays/2020/February
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14th February
Autumn Evening - Shattered Shores
Terra Pryde
For many generations, since humanity first came to these lands to study the Bloodstars, the Theocracies of Sanguis Astroism have led the faithful of the Bloodstars.
In Crusade and in Peace, the Theocracies have protected the faithful. In times of War and Diplomacy, the Theocracies have stood tall for the faithful.
Adam has been opposed to the Theocracies since my own husband stood as Archon of Astrum. He called for the destruction of Morek and helped make it happen. He called for the destruction of Astrum, and has gone to great lengths to make it happen. He has called for the Theocracies to be replaced by better Theocracies that will be more pliable to his demands. This was all long before he was granted the position of Light, in clear violation of the Charter of Sanguis Astroism, and the Elder Council of Sanguis Astroism. This elevation has resulted in the retirement of many Elders, and the banishment or retirement of over a quarter of our membership.
And Adam's personal little Crusade has continued. When Avernus asked us for better relations, Adam's first response was to antagonize them and to call for their ruler to be declared an enemy of the faith. That led directly to the call for a full Crusade against them, a call that I opposed, and that I voted against. When nations seek an Open Hand of Peace with us, it is wrong for us to respond with the Closed Fist of War.
And when every nation on Dwilight recognized this and rejected the Crusade, Adam joined Astrum, proceeded to travel immediately to Avernus, and continued his little game of brinksmanship with them. He personally raised the people of Sanguis Astroism to attack Avernus. All while hiding behind Astrum's alliance with Avernus to keep himself safe from any attempt to stop him. Or to spoil our relations with Avernus and bring about open War. With Astrum aligned against every other nation on Dwilight who have rejected this Crusade. That would most certainly lead to either the defeat or the destruction of the last Theocracy of Astrum, as Adam has long wanted.
The Theocracy of Astrum does not tolerate attacks under flag of Truce or Alliance. We are faithful in War and in Peace. We stand in honor in times of Crusade and Diplomacy. Our word is our bond. Adam violated that word and that bond, and so I ordered his banishment from the Theocracy of Astrum. The Hand of the Auspicious of Astrum fulfilled my orders and Adam is now deprived of the protection of our name from the wages of his actions.
We are Astrum, Last Theocracy of Sanguis Astroism, and this is where we stand.
17th February
Autumn Day - Mistight
Kettle
A number of messengers that had been sent out recently with letters talking about stars are returned by brightly dressed humans who arrive on horseback, throw down a bag, then leave without a word. Inside the bag is the head of the messenger along with the letter they had carried.
Helm Altenahr
subtle, not.
19th February
Autumn Day - Farrowfield
Solomon Greybrook
Solomon had just arrived in Farrowfield as the sun rose over the Farrowlands, after many days travelling between Via and Eidulb, he was pleased that he could finally see the start of the process that would lead to the Golden Farrow Accords.
It also pleased him that his old friend had made the journey across the seas to join him on this momentous occasion. Potentially a new acquaintance can be made today as well.
Therefore, Solomon with his small retinue set forth to the administrative centre of Farrowfield, the Golden Keep. It was the best location for the ceremony where he himself first took the lordship of the region during the founding.
He anticipated that his fellow rulers would join him.
Salvador Zond
Salvador had arrived a week early, -or perhaps it was more, to the war-ravaged lands of the Northwest.
The first night had been met with the Lord General against the attacking hordes. In the day or so that followed, the Lord General had finally been relieved of his stewarding lordship. Then, Salvador had spent most of the time either defending against more and more of the monster hordes to ensure the stability and well-being of Farrowfield region while in protective custody, -or simply waiting. And then, waiting some more. He had been annoyed enough with the endless waiting, but now with a smile of chagrin, he had come to peace with his frustration. Meditating on it, he had come to acknowledge the complex schedules and necesseties of the Golden Farrow Accord process with respect. And he was now simply happy and finally releived to help enact and be witness to this treaty process.
There, in the Golden Keep, Salvador and his company of elite men, kept vigilant watch on the horizon and awaited the diplomatic delegations and their lord rulers. An important cermemony for the transfer of this region sovereignty would take place to help officially usher in the end to hostilities. A new look upon the face of a former foe would perhaps change to friendship.
Autumn Evening - Golden Farrow
Solomon Greybrook
Golden Farrow Accords Ball
It was arranged that the Margravine Sairyn was to host the signatories of the Golden Farrow Accords treaty, which was signed only two days prior. Within the estate near the port, Solomon entered the what would be a small ballroom, an intimate affair reserved for the nobility of the realms of Dwilight, their key aids and a couple of key figures of Golden Farrow. Greeted by a couple of attendants, eyes immediately were drawn to the Navarch, dressed in his courtly attire of Tol Goldoran red, green and gold. Realising the immediate need to provide a speech, Solomon was ushered to a staircase where a vantage point of the cosy ballroom could be seen. While Solomon had nothing prepared, his words flowed with ease:
"Nobles of Dwilight, on behalf of my host Margravine Sairyn of Golden Farrow, I welcome you to this momentous occasion where we celebrate the signing of the Golden Farrow Accords as well as peace!"
A hearty cheer erupted from the crowd of soldiers, diplomats and as Solomon caught the eye of the Archon Gheric Arylon of Westgard. With the eye contact, Solomon continued to speak to the room:
"Yes, this is a grand achievement that has unanimously brought an end to the Gold Coast War. Yet, I shall not accept your praise alone. I also wish for you to praise Archon Gheric Arylon for his monumental role in securing this peace we all hold. I will be brief when I state that without him, I would of never of believed that a compromise nor peace with Westgard could be achieved. Through our long conversations and our rather intense summit in Walefishire, we both came to realise that the only way forward towards peace was to accept that there is no victor or loser in this war, only Dwilight at peace."
Accepting a glass of wine from the nearest attendant, Solomon rose his glass to lead the next toast:
"Therefore, I ask you to raise your glass to Archon Gheric Arylon of Westgard. For peace!"
Another rapturous cheer came from the crowd as Solomon took a sip of what appeared to be rather fine Westgardian wine.
"What I would like to dedicate my next toast is a subject not in celebration, but in remembrance."
The nervous yet excitable energy died down as Solomon turned to the more sombre topic:
"We all have lost loved ones, comrades, gold, property, status or even honour in this war. Tol Goldora has lost three nobles to this conflict and personally I have lost a couple of dear comrades I would have called brothers. Therefore, I ask you all to raise a toast to those whom are lost, those whom are now at rest and to honour the sacrifices of others so that we can be here today enjoying the fruit of their labour."
Raising his glass, every person in the room responded in kind, in unity responding to Solomon's feelings of grief as silence fell for half a minute. The Duke thought of Semund and his sacrifice in this city, to Bennet, where-ever he now dwelt and the men and women who gave their lives for the cause. Breaking the silence, Solomon concluded:
"Thank you all for paying your respects. I shall not take away this pivotal and historical night from you all, so we shall not dwell for too long on such thoughts. There are many other important nobles I need to thank which I shall hold back in reserve; they all know who they are. I wish to raise my final glass of wine to three announcements of matrimony. First, I wish to formally celebrate my betrothal to Margravine Sairyn Son of Golden Farrow, our gracious host tonight. Second, I wish to formally celebrate the betrothal of Archon Gheric Arylon of Westgard to Dame Ninsianna Nuanet of Tol Goldoran. Finally, I wish to celebrate the marriage of Dame Alessia de Medici of Tol Goldora to my kin, Frederick Greybrook. To our future!"
With the final cheer, Solomon gave a gracious bow to descend the staircase to finally mingle with the prestigious guests, friends old and new as well as those who came to visit the Golden City for this historical night.
Alessia de Medici
Alessia sat in her chair, listening to the speech given by the Navarch. Behind her towered a large man of dark complexion, arms folded as he watched the speech with diligence.
Her burgundy and gold dress emitted fullness; Waist accentuated as the smallest part of the body, fur lined sleeves, and a most extravagant pleated skirt fitted around the waist. Her hair was worn in a Coazzoni style. The large man accompanying her wore a complimentary pleated coat, hose, and a velvet coif.
By the end of the speech, after giving s night applause, she looks around the ballroom from the side, eyeing potential friends to find. Tonight began the first day of the rest of her life.
