Lord Demotoriaus of Lordea
Knights strode around a large town, watching the peasantry and inspecting them in case they were preaching ideas that would lead to civil unrest. It was around noon, a small crowd had gathered around one figure who spoke of the times of when Lordea had been a sovereign state, a more powerful state. He was speaking ideas that the peasantry seemed to agree with. While this gathering was peaceful, the knights could not take a chance if this man wished to cause civil disobedience. Three knights strode up on their horses, pushing their way through the crowd, making their way to the central figure, an old man who leaned on a wooden cane.
“Hail Knights! What brings you to my gathering,” the old man asked, a hoarse yet kind voice. His neck craning upwards to look upon the knights, a small smile coming to his face.
“I regret to inform that you cannot preach these ideas. We fear that it may cause civil unrest which we have been informed in gripping the region. If we see that you continue these practices against the name of the newly crowned King Gyre and the lords under him, then we must stop you by force. This is your only warning,” the head knight, Alfric the Vigilant, warned. The knight’s voice filled with confidence and command. The warning went through the crowd, acting as an invisible force which drove the peasantry away to continue with their daily lives.
“As you wish Sir Knight. You will no longer hear such ideas from me again, I am too old to attempt to fight you and your men off,” the old man stated quietly, his smile slowly fading into his wrinkled face.
“He pulled a knife!” Alfric cried falsely, tugging back on his horse’s reins causing to lift its forward body and kick out against the old man. However, before a single hoof could reach the old man, he was skewered by a spear from one of the other knights who rushed forward. Alfric calmed his horse and unsaddled in order to pick up the now dead old man and take him away from the town. There would be no burial for this traitor, instead he would be dumped into the wilderness. “You two,” he began, pointing to the leftmost knights, “Continue the patrol I shall be back with haste.”
A letter to the most esteemed Ecclesiast Timone the Second
My dear Ecclesiast, it has come to light that not all within the Duchy of Lordea embrace the true faith and remain heretical, bringing with it disorder and anarchy. I solicit thee to send missionaries so that the Vinossian faith may spread and with it bring a religious unity to the Kingdom. Currently, my knights are dealing with silencing those who may wish to cause unrest within my Duchy, but I fear that may not even quell the heretics that dwell within these lands. This is a matter of utmost importance to me and perhaps should be of great importance to the Church of Vinos to stamp out those which may speak lies to the peasantry, thusly creating a larger monster which may be difficult to destroy later.
From Duke John Demotorious of Lordea
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