The First Imperial Racial Act || On Faulskins...

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Arkhun

Kaiser of the Hadrian Empire, Based High elf, God
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[!] Copies of this declaration are published throughout the Empire.

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THE FIRST IMPERIAL RACIAL ACT: FAULSKINS.

For many years have the green hordes of savages from Zadh-Nadrozz and beyond plagued Imperial lands, pillaging, killing, and robbing many innocents on its roads, forests, or towns. Green savages have slaughtered many and to this very day, the Empire has tolerated them within their borders, yet this has come to an end. After recent events, the Imperial Diet decided to take a stance against the barbarians and cast them out to secure the safety of our people.

It is therefore that with the blessing and permission of His Imperial Majesty, Kaiser Diederick-Göbel von Lichtenfelts, and Her Imperial Majesty, Kaiserin Veredra von Lichtenfelts that the first rendition of the Imperial Racial Act is to be published, containing the following expansions to Imperial law:

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ADDITIONS:
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  • Faulskins, that being commonly known as Orcs and Goblin creatures are not to be tolerated within our borders and are expected to be terminated on sight.​
  • Collecting and presenting a Faulskin's head flayed in the Empire with a credible witness present to the Imperial Court is rewarded with 200 Andros a piece.​
  • Choosing to ignore this order and house or tolerate Faulskins is considered treason and is to be punished through stripping of all titles for nobility or execution for those without titles.​
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Signed,
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Returning to Lunburg after a long day, a copy of such a decleration that was pinned to the noticeboard caught his eye. Curiosity killed the cat where the Squire dismounted Abel in order to get a closer look to what the diet has been cooking lately. "Not to be tolerated.." He muttered, his eyes widening ever so slightly and his grin growing with every word he read. "Presenting a Faulskin's head.." The man chuckled at such, letting out a soft sigh as Zladimir glanced to the sky, folding the copy and placing it within his chestpiece. "These walking mutants finally will get what they deserve. After all, they are no good other than as cheap labour and as laughing stock." He proceeded to head back within the Lunberg Castle, as a cackle was heard from all four corners of the bastion.
 
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