Proclamation of Lord Urbuchek, Kythorn 25, 1384

[DM Hawk]

A day or two following the Royal Proclamation, Orcish Emissaries bearing the colors and banner of Lord Urbuchek begin arriving at city and town gates within the kingdom, near the lairs of the settlements sworn to the Warlord. In turn they appear to Suzail & Shallybrook, Arabel, Eveningstar, and Greatgaunt.

The Emissaries ask permission to make their proclamation. Suzail, Eveningstar, and Greatgaunt permit the Emissaries inside the gates briefly to make their proclamations before escorting the orcs away. In all cases the emissaries draw crowds of curious onlookers and hecklers. Violence is threatened but quelled in Eveningstar.

The people of Arabel and the hin of Shallybrook refuse to admit the emissaries, pointing to the Royal Decree and reminding the orcs to keep to their lairs while the Cormyrians will keep to their towns.

In all cases the orcs depart and ask the locals to post Lord Urbuchek's Proclamation by the gates or crossroads of the town. In Shallybrook, the notice finds its way to a local outdoor privy.

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Hear You, Hear You Too

Let be know to all Cormyr

WarLord Welcome Orc People of Cormyr

To Come and Join Tribe.

If Have Orc Blood You Brother. Or Sister.

Have Place in Tribe.

And

Nooble and Whize WarLord Urbuchek Son of Kalchek

Lord Tamer of Stoneland

Seek Pretty Cormyr Lady of Noble Birth for Wife.

CaveWife rule people with Lord at Side

And become WarBaronness when Land Grow.

Give Lord Many Sons Strong Children.

Make Great Lady.

If Want Speak to Emissary.

[DM Hawk]

Within a few days, something else is tacked onto the Orcish Emissaries' Proclamation.  It is a new notice. The added leaf of parchment is small but nailed in the center of the Orcish scrawl. The lettering is simple and neat.

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What Happened to the Cormyte Brave?

Forgot Ye the Arabel Grave

The Death of our King

And the Future He Gave?

The Grandson Bids

Throw it Away

Behind Steel Skirts Hid

An Orc's Ransom to Pay?

I say thee Nay...

There Yet be Few Cormytes Brave

Ever Marching For Dragon of Old

A King's Ransom Shall be Paid

Two Hundred Thousand Gold

For the Warlord's Head This Day.

Claim it.


~ Knights of the True Dragon ~

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Lorren eyed the newest posting, and simply shook her head. She had already made her feelings on the matter known to the Lord Baron Crownsilver, but had also assured him that her opposition did not outweigh her loyalty. Things were certainly coming to a head, however, and this statement of undeniable treason from the supposed old guard of the Kingdom had every possibility of blossoming into something great and terrible well beyond the posting of parchment.

That she agreed with the sentiments against legitimizing an Orc barony in the Stonelands was irrelevant; the Crown had made a choice in the matter, and it was not only her sworn duty to uphold such, but the very personal debt she owed to both the Baron Crownsilver and Steel Regent remained as well. She only hoped she could try to identify those behind this very vocal and public display of insolence and beg them to return to a proper course. Failing that, she feared that the best she might offer them was a dignified execution, albeit under her own very personal protest.

[ShadowCatJen]

Earlier in the day, Mynian manages to catch sight of one of the Orcish Emissaries. She stops to stare at them for an abnormal amount of time. Almost to the point of it being a little uncomfortable to watch. Then with a start, gets out one of her many journals and starts to write frantically.

She seems to pay no mind to any sort of extra parchment work being tacked about.