Player Announcement From dusk till dawn, A New Era - Freedom from the Rodent of Hadriana

The following declaration would be found in the 4 corners of Eden

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23.08.1547

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What is the definition of a rat? A rat is a traitor, conceive planner or physical participator. They do not sell secrets for wealth, or power. They betray the trust of their people and family, in the hopes to save their own cowardly ass, as that what makes a rat, a fucking rat.

It comes with utmost disappointment that I announce this news to the rest of this continent. However, it is not only my responsibility to do so, but my duty as a warrior against the undead and a soldier of life itself to warn others of this scandal which has been under investigation for a number of months. The recent burst of sympathizers which has been linked to the rise of the Bonelord has caused the Death Watch to search far and wide to seek these individuals and smoke them out, in the name of Eden itself. Little did we know, that one was hiding right under our noses. Veredra von Lichtenfelts. A Degenerate, committing public antics which are simply put as distasteful in order to mask who she really is. A Woman who pretends to be calculative, yet Death Watch has figured out her angle. A Woman who tries to be a pathetic master manipulator, yet all the tales are being brought to the light now. A Woman which originally never wished for a war against the Bonelord, until her hand was forced.

A Difficult truth for us to follow but a reality which we must accept for the world to heal. There is absolutely no tolerance for those who side with the forces of undead irrelevant of ranking. From the lowest peasant to the Kaiserin herself. She has been caught making dealings with the Demon who rules the cursed land of Catamora, where further investigations have shown that this very demon is known for creating pacts with individuals for them to act as his informers, spies and attack dogs. As a result, Death watch has decreed that not only Veredra is a sympathizer of the forces of evil, but she also has personal ties with this demon.

It is no coincidence that this has all been revealed under the constellation of the Rat. A sign of Rot, as in great faith we believe this to be the working of Alder himself, weeding out those who are harmful to Eden. He works in mysterious ways to protect us, but his judgment is what shall save us from the blight that haunts our home. To those who doubt the legitimacy of these words, keep one thing in mind. I myself, fight on the very front lines against the entity which enslaves souls in bodies of the undead to do his bidding. I have made it my life mission to purge those of Necromatic ties from this world. History repeats itself as a wise man once said, as this would not be the first time a wicked witch seduced her way to power, causing Eden to plunge into an era of darkness. The Truth shall set us free.

Your loyal subject,
Zladimir de Tiri.
Markgraf of Flussland
Knight of the Golden Rose Order
Death Watch


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A Following addenda would then be added to such..

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And with such, the next announcement is due.

House de Tiri will no longer be in the service of the forever cursed House von Lichtenfelts. We will never submit nor fight for a Kaiserin which has whore'd herself out to the Demons of Eden. From here on out, Death Watch decrees as House von Lichtenfelts as an enemy to Eden, and an enemy to the living. Each member of such will be given a chance to redeem themselves and surrender their name to the books of history. Until then, The Region of Flussland will be considered Independent from the Hadrian Empire itself. Lunburg shall no longer be called such, as the name carries a heavy stain. A Stain which was left by the Rovelts, and further dampened by the Witch that sits on the Empire's throne. This shall not effect our war against the undead, as we plan to hold strong as we were, and drive back the Bonelord to back where he came from.

Hence, Lunburg shall now be known as the Principality of Volgrad.

All grieviences with the Kingdom of Luminion, are forgiven.
All grieviences with the Empire of Mitrona, are forgiven.
All grievances with the Sultunate, are forgiven.
All grievances with the Arduan Kingdom, are forgiven.
All grievances with the tribe of Zadh, are forgiven.
All grievances with the Library of Thyst, are forgiven.


The first path of redemption is simple. A Demand launched by House de Tiri. If this is not met, then direct action will be taken.

- Veredra von Lichtenfelts is to hand herself over to House de Tiri for execution.


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A young noble woman with blond hair strolls through Norbüren, oblivious to the chaos until she halts at the Noticeboard and scans the latest notice, her eyes widening
"Ich always thought Veredra was strange... But nicht  that insane! Und what does this mean for the Hadrian Empire...? Ist it the sign of ein other civil war? Ich literally grew up during the last one! Ich need to go concult papa..."
She copies down the notice into her notebook and heads towards Norbüren Keep with a serious expression.

A wood elven mother heads towards the noticeboard in Avalheim and checks, seeing the first notice in months, and after reading it with a disgruntled expression, sighs and walks back towards her house
"The utter insanity! I need to talk to my daughter."
 
A certain air-bound 'cill's jaw dropped as he read the notice carefully, having caught wind of it himself from his fellow council members. "...Wow! It's always the person with the biggest distaste for them that happens to be the most sympathetic." He mused, recalling his moments being locked up in a prison cell for similar accusations. He scoffed quietly, folding the notice neatly and placing it on the countertop. "So much for trying to accuse me of a crime that fails to exceed your own's severity..." He sat on the couch of his oldest son's home, leaning his head back as he took a deep breath and thought further. To say the least, he's absolutely not getting involved. "Let us see how this unfolds." He decidedly mumbled to himself, chuckling softly as he reached over the table to pour himself a fizzing glass of champagne. A toast to... whatever the fuck is going on.
 
Thallan sat in his study, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows on the wall. A sealed parchment lay before him, recently delivered and bearing the insignia of De Tiri. He picked it up, breaking the seal with a practiced flick of his fingers. As he read the notice, his expression changed from curiosity to disdain.

"Rats, betrayal, Veredra... Typical Vari politics," he muttered under his breath. "Public antics and distasteful behavior- hardly proof of betrayal." He set the letter down, tapping his fingers on the desk. "Veredra is a friend, though no one should know that for now. This calls for discretion and strategy." Rising from his chair, Thallan called for a servant. "Take this letter and burn it. We do not need this Vari slander cluttering our halls. And ensure no other such notices find their way to me. The matters of Vari politics are of little consequence to us." As the servant departed with the parchment, Thallan returned to his thoughts. "Concrete evidence, not baseless accusations... I must tread carefully, defending Veredra while dealing with my problems in Luminion." With a final, resolute nod, Thallan turned his attention back to his work, his mind already strategizing the next steps.
 
As the 13-year-old Hintish child rushes around the tavern, organizing the wares and doing her part, she exits out the door to get some fresh air. This is also an excuse to grab some more sweets from the bakery down the road, of course. Halfway to her destination, the child pauses, seeing a new letter on a signpost. She reads it quietly, taking a good 20 or so minutes to fully process the page and gather what she thinks.

"O wow . . . That there man's got some ball." she mumbles to herself, sighing. "But he needsta get his evidence togetha if he wants to convince anyone . . . These 'ere claims're biggies, ya can't just go 'round callin' folk rat wifout yer evidence now." She thinks aloud, shrugging to herself. "Oh dangit . . . this may cause a war! We's got 'nuff on our hands wifout more trouble!" She huffs. "Ah guess they won't last long then . . . not wif th' Bone Lord and now th' Empire at their throats." The young one mutters out before continuing her route, going to get cookies from the bakery before heading back to the tavern. She's got expenses to pay.
 
The tieflings eyes scanned over the notice, a faint grunt leaving her "Kahat Sultanate?" she signed in tribal sign, clicking her tongue she spoke up "Gim is going kana fun.." she moved her hood over her head again shaking it as she walked off.

Janne made her way through the former Lünburg, the twins balanced on her hips she got caught off-guard by the people around the noticeboard, a soft hum escape her before she peaked through her face grimacing to the words "I think it's time we're going to talk to dad for a little trip.. Away from danger." she furrowed her brows before moving home
 
Vozimir gently paced the storage room within the Lunburg Keep. His fingertips stained with different inks from writing and planning defences against the Bone Lord. To his left lay a parchment written by his brother, neatly organised with a pile of things to-do. His eyes glimpsed up towards the maps he had spent the better part of a month procuring. "So it begins brother."
 
*News of this reaches a certain elf in Avalheim visiting her mother*

"It's interesting how all "this" works. Before Anjyarr fell I wrote to the Sultana telling her I was a seer and had a message for her. She denied my audience and half a year later the city fell.

I told Prince Karl the other day I was a seer and offered my gift to him. He declined and days later his family has a rebellion and a death warrant.

I know I'm young but this stuff I seen isn't a game.

Maybe if people had more faith in me.. "
She trails off.
 
The wood elf wandering through Eden reads the notice and gets more exasperated "Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME" he shouts as he crumples the notice "First Anjyarr, now Hadriana? I swear our greatest enemy isn't the bone lord, It's ourselves" he growls before tossing the notice away and storming off.
 
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