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Carrick / Re: The Woodcutters Guild of Carrick
« Last post by Kyle Graham on 11 December, 2017, 02:15:56 AM »
CARRICK   Forest   Medicinal mushroom   Full
CARRICK   Forest   Mandragora officinarum   Full
CARRICK   Forest   Piece of wood   Halved
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[Any Language] International RP / [CRP]Abiit nemine salutato.
« Last post by Marin Radosevic on 10 December, 2017, 11:17:20 PM »
After a busy day in Paris I was resting in a small house just outside of the city lended to me by a local farmer when I heard noise outside followed by three loud knocks on the already  weathered and shaky door. -'Letters for you Sir!'-my messenger said in loud voice.
-'Come on in!'-I replied.
The messenger violently opened the door and entered like a winter wind.After he left all the scrolls on the table,he reached for his pocket and pulled out one slightly beat up scroll and said-'I was told that this scroll is very important,it's from Captain Marko and he said that you should read it as soon as you get it.'-

I opened the scroll.



I couldn't belive what I was reading.If it is true and the shipwreck really happened than one of the greatest man I have met is no more.

I looked at my messenger and and anxiously asked-'Did the Captain said anything else?When did it happened?Did they found any remains?'- 

-'The Captain said that the men claim it happened on the morning of the 6th day of december but unfortunately no remains of the ship or it's crew has been found.-' The messenger replied fast.

It was hard to comprehend that such a great and honorable man as His Highness Sir Ioans De Tata could die this early and in such less honorable way.There is proverb in the land I come from "The best people die early because their virtues are so great that Lord Teos wants them by Himself".

As I was getting lost in my own thoughts I heard the voice of my messenger.-'Are you good Sir?Is there anything else can do for you?'-

I briefly shook my head and replied -'Yes,there is.You will visit every family member and friends of Sir Ioans De Tata to notify them if they haven't heard about the news already and will invite them to say a prayer for him,where ever they are ,and if they are willing invite them to Paris to a mass in the honor of Sir De Tata.

After I finished talking my messenger left the room as fast as he entered and I was left there alone with myself so I decided to pray,and so I prayed into the night... 
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       I am standing in the top of the castle of Forcalquier. Its another boring and lazy night, pretending to be fulfilling my guard duty. Usually, I am lost in my thoughts, mostly thinking of how I avoided death in the battle of Vallais. The Savoyards are excellent battle warriors and truly adept with the use of their swords and shields. Tonight however, the night is different. The stars are bright, and the town of Forcalquier seems lively. I can hear echoes of footsteps, and wary murmurs. Some soldiers are unrest, anxious of the following day and the battle it will bring. Most of them however, are calm and confident. Having exhibited our powerful prowess over the lands of Vallais and Forcalquier, many of us believe that there is nothing more to fear.



      Not many days have passed since we took over this castle, disarming the remaining Savoyard guards, only to find a well decorated and tidied castle with the crest of Savoy dominating the main hall. We quickly ripped their flags off replacing them with ours, littering the place with our clothes, swords, axes, shields and armors, living in a very disorganized way. Then we stormed into the wine cellar, murdering the local bottler who attempted to stand in the way and over-consumed most of the available wine. We came upon an inscription which read “Bordeaux”. Few, if none of us could understand French letters, and consumed the rest of this fine wine underappreciating its true value.

      Every day a small amount of military force gets out of the castle to march into the streets of Forcalquier. They said this is to remind the citizens of their new authority and discourage revolts by the Forcalquier residents. Soldiers would hear the occasional mocking comments by the residents. “Get out of here, patriarchs”. “Away with you, peasants” our soldiers would reply. It is fortunate that we avoided any further confrontation, mostly due to the citizen’s hesitation to provoke such a huge, well-trained force. Then, after the march, a soldier visit the town’s baker every day, using various.. persuasive methods to make the baker supply the army with a decent amount of bread, for free.

      Finally, the night have passed and a single sunbeam awakens me from my trippy semi-sleeping state. A few minutes later the sun rise and the new day reminds me of today’s expedition. A soldier screams, out of sudden “Now we march to Dauphine”, looking happy and thirsty for battle. The rest immediately cheered and hailed, welcoming the idea of a new possible battle. I laughed and cheered as well, forgetting for a moment the imminent chance of death or the difficult life of soldiery, viewing at the eyes of my fellow warriors this very thirsty spirit for battles and conquests that is needed in order to overwhelm your opponent and crush him to death!
The castellan immediately ordered us to equip our armor and weapons and begin the preparations to leave the castle and the city, and as we were exiting the castle we noticed the horrified residents of Forcalquier rushing into their houses terrified by the bulk of our army exiting the castle. Could they expect an act of aggression from us? A plunder of their possessions? Yet none of these happen, as we passed through the town marching into a new adventure. Looking back, I could clearly see joy and happiness in the faces of the locals, as they reclaim their freedom, not under Savoyard, but under Serbian rule this time.


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Ferrara / Compagnia di San Giorgio
« Last post by Marco Garbin on 10 December, 2017, 12:16:17 PM »
La Compagnia di San Giorgio si raduna in piazza davanti alla Cattedrale di San Giorgio pronta per la battaglia.
Tutte le nuove armi appena forgiate riflettono la luce del tiepido sole che inizia a illuminare la piazza.
DON Lodovico questa domenica farà messa in piazza per la benedizione di tutti i fedeli
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Roma / Re: PARROCCHIA DI SAN ROCCO
« Last post by Celestino Borromeo on 10 December, 2017, 09:57:47 AM »
Fratelli e sorelle, preghiamo insieme:

Celebrate il Signore, perché è buono; *
eterna è la sua misericordia.

Dicano tutti che egli è buono: *
eterna è la sua misericordia.

Lo dica la casa di Samuelone: *
eterna è la sua misericordia.

Lo dica chi teme Teos: *
eterna è la sua misericordia.

Nell'angoscia ho gridato al Signore, *
mi ha risposto, il Signore, e mi ha tratto in salvo.

Il Signore è con me, non ho timore; *
che cosa può farmi l'uomo?
Il Signore è con me, è mio aiuto, *
sfiderò i miei nemici.

È meglio rifugiarsi nel Signore *
che confidare nell'uomo.
È meglio rifugiarsi nel Signore *
che confidare nei potenti.

Tutti i popoli mi hanno circondato, *
ma nel nome del Signore li ho sconfitti.
Mi hanno circondato, mi hanno accerchiato, *
ma nel nome del Signore li ho sconfitti.

Mi hanno circondato come api, †
come fuoco che divampa tra le spine, *
ma nel nome del Signore li ho sconfitti.

Mi avevano spinto con forza per farmi cadere, *
ma il Signore è stato mio aiuto.
Mia forza e mio canto è il Signore, *
egli è stato la mia salvezza.

Grida di giubilo e di vittoria, *
nelle tende dei giusti:

la destra del Signore ha fatto meraviglie, †
la destra del Signore si è alzata,*
la destra del Signore ha fatto meraviglie.

Non morirò, resterò in vita *
e annunzierò le opere del Signore.
Il Signore mi ha provato duramente, *
ma non mi ha consegnato alla morte.

Apritemi le porte della giustizia: *
entrerò a rendere grazie al Signore.
È questa la porta del Signore, *
per essa entrano i giusti.

Ti rendo grazie, perché mi hai esaudito, *
perché sei stato la mia salvezza.

La pietra scartata dai costruttori *
è divenuta testata d'angolo;
ecco l'opera del Signore: *
una meraviglia ai nostri occhi.

Questo è il giorno fatto dal Signore: *
rallegriamoci ed esultiamo in esso.

Dona, Signore, la tua salvezza, *
dona, Signore, la tua vittoria!



Ci apprestiamo alla venuta di tempi oscuri, il momento del dolore è ormai giunto. Sembra già di udire il rumore delle spade...le grida di dolore, fiumi di sangue scorreranno. La scelleratezza degli uomini non ha confini, la sua cupidigia, la sua sete di potere ha preso il sopravvento.
In vero l'uomo sta manifestando la sua debolezza, egli è diventato facile preda di Eldiavolique. Questo mondo sta diventando un'enorme campo di battaglia, luogo di dolore, tristezza, angoscia. Nulla resterà se non membra di poveri uomini e la eco delle grida. Nulla rimarrà nel cuore dei vincitori se non la solitudine.
Ma Teos non ci abbandona, Egli ci mette alla prova, Egli ci guarda compassionevole. La rinascita deve percorrere un'unica via ed è quella tracciata da Immanuel, Teos in terra! Egli ci ha insegnato il perdono, la pace, il dialogo, Egli ci ha donato Amore! Pagando con la propria vita!
Io esorto gli uomini tutti, inginocchiandomi difronte a voi ad abbracciare l'Amore, a desistere da brame di potere, a mettere da parte gli egoismi a scacciare il male che come un ombra inesorabile sta oscurando il mondo! Teos, unico giudice vi guarda, a lui renderete conto, a lui ed alla vostra coscienza.
Vi benedico nel nome del Padre del Figlio e del Logos.
Andate in pace...e che Teos ci aiuti.





Brothers and sisters, let us pray together:

Celebrate the Lord, for he is good; *
eternal is his mercy.

They all say that he is good: *
eternal is his mercy.

The house of Samuelone says: *
eternal is his mercy.

Tell him who fears God: *
eternal is his mercy.

In anguish I cried to the Lord, *
the Lord answered me and rescued me.

The Lord is with me, I am not afraid; *
What can man do to me?
The Lord is with me, he is my help, *
I will challenge my enemies.

It is better to take refuge in the Lord *
that trust in man.
It is better to take refuge in the Lord *
that trust in the powerful.

All peoples have surrounded me, *
but in the name of the Lord I defeated them.
They surrounded me, surrounded me, *
but in the name of the Lord I defeated them.

They surrounded me like bees, †
like fire that blazes among thorns, *
but in the name of the Lord I defeated them.

They pushed me hard to make me fall, *
but the Lord has been my help.
My strength and my song is the Lord, *
he was my salvation.

Cries of joy and victory, *
in the tents of the righteous:

the right hand of the Lord has done wonders, †
the right hand of the Lord has risen, *
the right hand of the Lord has done wonders.

I will not die, I will stay alive *
and I will announce the works of the Lord.
The Lord has tried me hard, *
but he did not deliver me to death.

Open the doors of justice to me: *
I will come to give thanks to the Lord.
This is the door of the Lord, *
the righteous come for it.

I give you thanks, because you heard me, *
because you were my salvation.

The stone discarded by the builders *
has become a corner head;
here is the work of the Lord: *
a marvel in our eyes.

This is the day made by the Lord: *
let us rejoice and exult in it.

Give your salvation, O Lord, *
give, O Lord, your victory!


We are preparing for the coming of dark times, the moment of pain has come. He already seems to hear the sound of swords ... the cries of pain, rivers of blood will flow. The wickedness of men has no boundaries, his greed, his thirst for power has taken over.
In true man is manifesting his weakness, he has become easy prey to Eldiavolique. This world is becoming a huge battlefield, a place of sorrow, sadness, anguish. Nothing will remain if not members of poor men and the echo of the cries. Nothing will remain in the hearts of the winners except solitude.
But Teos does not abandon us, He puts us to the test, He looks at us compassionately. The rebirth must follow a single path and it is the one traced by Immanuel, Teos on earth! He has taught us forgiveness, peace, dialogue, He has given us Love! Paying with your life!
I exhort all men, kneeling in front of you to embrace Love, to desist from power, to set aside selfishness to drive away the evil that like an inexorable shadow is obscuring the world! Teos, the only judge looks at you, you will realize it, to him and to your conscience.
I bless you in the name of the Father of the Son and of the Logos.
Go in peace ... and let Teos help us.
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International treaties / Re: France and Venice Transfer Agreement
« Last post by Primula Maria Van Rossun on 08 December, 2017, 12:49:27 PM »
I, Queen Primula Maria Van Rossun, received the last payment of the transfer of the 3 regions and thanks the Venetian King, for his actions.

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London / Re: Excerpts from the Annals of Dannel
« Last post by Clarence Dannel on 08 December, 2017, 06:01:32 AM »
The Winter of 1317 was a tumultuous time in England. Clarence Dannel had risen to become King of England during the onset of a severe war. Clarence served England and her people with everything he had, until there was nothing left to give. The Battle at Hampshire had left him grievously wounded. Gisele, the medical maid, looked with horror at the injuries that racked Clarence's chest despite the blow landing on his arm. “I do not know if I can fix this...” She quickly grabbed all the Theological clerics she could find and put Clarence back together—just enough for the next battle. He hid this wound, but it was a poorly kept secret.

Following Oxford, Clarence returned to the palace in London and summoned Princess Aiiane Grey. He looked at her with eyes that aged beyond his three decades of life. “This time, Aiiane....this time they hit my heart.” He placed St. Edward's Crown down on the table. “Do you know why Edward the Confessor was venerated as a saint?” Clarence asked. Aiiane shook her head in silence. “Nor I. His folly destroyed England by giving foreigners the cassus belli to invade and oppress the people. I will leave this on the table for you. I do not know if you will wish to pick it up or not.” And then Clarence walked out of London and all the way into the deep countryside where he would make his home for the rest of his days.

Just before his final act as King of England, when he knew his reign was about to end, Clarence married the maid Gisele who had served him faithfully and became his confidant, adviser, and friend. He said she should be a queen, so he made her one—even if only for an hour.

Clarence and Gisele brought all the orphans Clarence had adopted in the wake of The Great London Plague with them to what is now known as Dannel Field. They set up a dairy farm there, adding many natural-born children over the years. Clarence loved them all the same, adopted and natural-born alike. Clarence was able, in time, to return to his first love of the arts. He completed one-hundred and forty-seven illuminated manuscripts in his lifetime, each averaging between thirty-six and seventy-two pages of full illustration, and every one of them written for the benefit of the young. Many of these manuscripts are preserved in museums and universities around the world.

Clarence's proclivities toward illustration and painting led to an art revival in England and Scotland during the late 14th and early 15th Centuries. Many modern scholars believe that the well-known portrait of King Clarence was in fact a self-portrait, and, since it is stylistically identical to the portrait of London priest Father Mortimer (Clarence's close friend and clergyman) we suspect that this particular style of painting was Clarence's own invention.

The orphans grew up in a loving home where no Plague nor foreign invader was ever to be found again. There was Isabelle, a baker's daughter. She grew up to marry a duke who was henceforth only known only as “the Fat.” Then there was Podfrey, whose excessively long curved nose made him the source of much ridicule....that is until Clarence told him to make the hawk his sigil and turn his unique feature into a source of strength. Podfrey squired for a baron, served with valor as a knight in many wars, and ended his career as Prime Minister of Parliament. Podfrey's descendants sailed to the New World in the 17th Century and later settled in Connecticut. All the orphans fared as well these, and the natural-born children of Clarence and Gisele could only be distinguished by their younger ages....and by the epic facial hair they were able to grow as adults.

Despite all the injuries and infirmities suffered during a difficult early adulthood and in service to the Crown, Clarence lived to a rife old age, full of days, and many joys. His wife, Gisele, later told Father Mortimer that she believed Clarence had been in pain every moment of his life from his 17th birthday to his final breath, but he rarely complained, favoring instead a more dignified disposition in all his affairs.

As the end drew nigh, they moved Clarence's bed outside so all his children—the orphans and natural-born alike (he made no distinction)—could be by his side. So many descendants were there on that day, they could not keep him indoors and all be by his side. Some say Clarence's life ended when he had given the whole measure of it for those he loved. Others claim that his heart never stopped, it merely transitioned from this world into the next.

Rumors throughout the centuries say Clarence's top prayer was for all his descendants, adopted and natural, for all generations to come. This prayer was that they know Teos as he did, and, if possible, live in a land that is free. History has shown that these posterity throughout the generations have done exactly what Clarence prayed for: Men and women of character and integrity, with faith in Teos to guide them...to knowledge, all accounted. In addition, many have achieved great successes beyond what Clarence prayed for. Furthermore, most of Clarence's descendants ended up in the New World—a land that is free.

Clarence Dannel, former King of England, former Vassal of London, was interned at Westminster Abbey. His sarcophagus was engraved with the Dannel family motto, “Vultes Deinceps Custodite” (Keep Looking Forward). This was the advice he gave to those he served and also to his children. Judging by what has happened to them, his descendants are still looking forward to this day.

And onward, into the future, the legacy of King Clarence lives on.

Vultus Deinceps Custodite.
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London / Re: The White Tower
« Last post by Aiiane Grey on 07 December, 2017, 07:56:41 PM »
She stood, gazing out the window of her chambers as her Ladies proceeded about the business of dressing her.  It was a tedious business, but as her thoughts were elsewhere, it bothered her little.

Hampshire, Salisbury, Oxford.  All lost.  The raid upon London had apparently disheartened many, who were barely maintaining any existence at all, to relinquish their spirits entirely.  Others seemed to have little care for the fate of England, just so long as they might go about their business without any losses to themselves.  Which left precious few to stand against the kingdom of Kiev and her allies. 

It would also seem that some unholy presence of one who would harken after an orb of heavenly light had bestowed upon the attackers weapons and armor that no mere mortal of England could match.  And the strange miasma which appeared to hover over England's land had prevented, until just recently, to quelled the very fertility of England's soil so that no new life could be born.

Aiiane's thoughts were interrupted momentarily when one of her Ladies accidentally pricked her with a pin as she adjusted one of the sleeves of her gown, causing Aiiane to flinch at the pain.  All froze and the girl blanched, her eyes fearful, but Aiiane turned kindly eyes upon her.  “I have been wounded far worse, my Lady”, was the only comment she made, motioning the Ladies to continue with a wave of her slender hand.

What manner of person, her thoughts picking up where they had left off, found any honor and glory in overwhelming those who were not now nor had ever been equal to an army of superior numbers, weaponry and armor?  How could one boast of victory over mostly farmers and merchants, who had never trained nor studied the arts of war?  Perhaps the answer lay in that their esteem was so very low, even the meanest victory could boost it.

At last, she had been made presentable and she closed her mind to such musing.  It was time to step unto the balcony so that she could address those good people of England who had stood beside her on the battlefield, to tell them how proud she was of them, how their bravery and loyalty warmed her heart.
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*Tsardom of Serbia - Српско Царство / Re: History of House Nemanjic
« Last post by Dusan Nemanjic on 07 December, 2017, 04:47:54 PM »
Dusan was interupted at his thoughts when one of his man entered the palace and bring him a letter , a very important letter with a sign of Deus , a letter from Grand Prophetess Elizara...
Now back at a present day , since Dusan was looking back at his life some time has passed and many things happened... English King insulted Patriarchal faith, Crusade on Pagans was called and Dusan has answered the call of crusade and assembled the army to lead them against Pagan Kingdom of Savoy... Standing in his war camp in Savoy, a camp surrounded with flags of Serbia , Italy and Byzantine , he was discussing with his allies war decisions they are going to make and then he has summoned all Generals to gather around the fire at headquarters of warcamp... After he made strategy with his Generals and finished with dispatching orders he dismissed his council to go attend to their task while he decided to take a walk thru his war camp and inspect how soldiers are equipped... While he was walking the camp he was thinking of last battle when Dusan with his allies conquered region of Valais... Thinking of that battle he remembered days when he fought absolutely another battle at absolutely another conditions in at that time "Kingdom of Serbia" where he lost his best friend ... Dusan again lost himself in thoughts about his past and he get back in time of reign of King James Broden where he left off when he recived announcment about Holy Crusade...



PART 1 - Reign of King James Broden
Chapter V - Foundation of House Nemanjic


Dusan found out that his father before he died has arranged marriage for his sister Teodora and that she has been already departed for England to marry travelling mearchent by a name James Britcliff. Which in beggining enraged Dusan as no one informed him about sending away person he cared for more than anyone else , but he was not aware how good friends James and him will become.
"The Butcher" offered Simeon place among his sellsword company. Dusan tried to convince his brother to refuse it and that he will have a good place for him in Split and to help him rebuild his House , but his brother adventureous as he is left home anyway and joined his uncle.
Dusan and Miroslav were drinking ale in a village tavern accompanied by prettiest girls like he always was... Until he met a woman of his dreams...
 While they was drinking , Dusan start thinking that he has achieved more than he hoped and that it is time to go for once his ultimate goal and move his goals higher.
Dusan stood up , raised his goblet with ale and said
"this is for my father may he rest in peace... But also I raise this glass in the name of my House, House of Nemanjic!" all the people just starred at Dusan as they knew his House is long time lost, then Dusan continued "I have decided that on this day in honor of my father and in honor of my ancestors raise my House from the ashes and bring it to former glory and higher! So again I say to the House Nemanjic!" Miroslav stoop up and said "To the House Nemanjic!" and all of sudden all people in tavern raised their cup of ale and yell "For Dusan I , new founder of House Nemanjic". And so House Nemanjic has been raisen from the ashes and founded by Dusan Nemanjic!

PART 1 - Reign of King James Broden
Chapter VI - Fall of the Kingdom and lose of a friend in revolt in Serbia


Dusan has refounded his House and he raised his fortune , everything was going just according to his plans and dreams... Until one great event happened in Serbia. While Dusan has drinking Split wine with his friend Miroslav , a scroll arrived with a seal of James Broden , King of Serbia. Dusan with due haste oppened that letter and he didnt like what he seen... King James wrote to Dusan about group of strong soldiers lead by a man named Hwang Park who will declare revolt against him and he summoned Dusan to come to Beograd so they can make plan how to defend themself... Serbia at that time had very weak army and odds were very ugly for them. Dusan immediatly assembled his most loyal man and said that they are going for Beograd. Since Serbia was not ready for war because they had no equippment at all! Only royalty had war equippment ready for fight and no one else. But Dusan's honor demanded to defend... With all due haste he sent Miroslav to prepare few guards they had with order to prepare themself with all due haste and ride alongside Dusan for Beograd with first light in the morning. He also sent a letter to Romanov's to take care of his son and that in case of losing the war they should accept new regent and save his son. Woman that gave him a son he sent away from Serbia and as far as anyone knows he never have heard from her again and there were some rummors that she has lived tragic fate and that she is no longer among us...
Miroslav rushed to the Castle and told Dusan that everything is ready... They sit on their horses and march to Beograd... When they arrived to Beograd they already heard screemings of people and they forced their horse to the city even tho none of them was equipped for battle as they was supposed to take some of rasty armors from the armory , but there was no time for that.
Dusan seen a hatchet in a tree nearby he took it and gone to battle... Battle was hard , soldiers who arrived had all the best equippment and they was trained for war more than any man in Serbia was at that time. Princess Zoi and King James fought bravely , but they could not stop forces of General Hwang Park. All Dusan's guards have fallen also most of Royal guards fallen too... Dusan rushed in the battle and cutted two of soldiers with his hatchet, but it was impossible to kill them in those armors with a hatchet... Then Dusan turned to find his friend on the battlefield and he seen Miroslav fighting like a lion facing a knight in black armor, Miroslav fought well but unfortunatly not well enough. Miroslav took his rasty weapon and strike into Knights armor , but his weapon got stuck in Knights chainmail and Knight gave him final strike with his war hammer and smashes Miroslav's head... Dusan felt like a part of him has died , his childhood friend fallen in battle , he turned around himself and seen that Serbian army or rather to be called militia is defeated... He still could escape , but fire in his heart bursts and he runned toward black knight who killed Miroslav ready to tear him appart with bare hands.... But unfortunatly it was not possible, since Dusan had no platemail , black knight with just one strike of his hammer throw Dusan on floor , bleeding and uncontious...
Lucky for him Black Knight thought he is dead... But it was not far different...
King of Serbia was dethroned and escaped Serbia , Hwang Park became new King of Serbia taking away all property of people who fought against him including Dusan himself.
Everything he worked for dissapaired , his money is sacked by the enemies, his country is teared apart and he was left with no motives for life... Except he had to make sure his family line continue and take care of Jerman... That was only thing that kept him alive... Well beside revenge he wanted so much...
Dusan fell to darkness and decided that he will take revenge no matter what happens , even tho it seamed impossible he had to try and so he made a plan to do it...



TO BE CONTINUED...
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To His Royal Highness Richard Shelton of Normandy
To the Ambassador of Normandy

Here we would like to hear any matter between the Kingdom of Normandy and the Kingdom of Saxony.
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