Summary of Recent Events in the Magistracy of Taverley
The Magistrate of Taverley, Joanna Lavelle, summoned the commander of the Taverley Guard for a meeting, in the interest of organizing her office and its duties. The Guard, a militia whose allegiance lies with monarchists in dispute over Asgarnia, refused to share their mission and principles in the presence of two who had defended their actions as in the interest of humanitarian efforts towards those who had been caught between the Grey and Dae royalists, claiming them to be their enemy. While the Magistrate insisted upon Taverley acting as a neutral ground, and informed the Guard commander on the independence of Burthorpe, the Guard engaged in a bitter argument with the men of a small settlement by the name of Galewood. Eventually, the Magistrate dismissed the two Galewood men as the Lord Protector arrived to oversee the meeting. After repeatedly speaking ill of the Republic, and its people, the Lord Protector and the Magistrate asked the Guard to leave. However, the Guardsmen were defiant, and maintained their slander of the Republic.
The Lord Protector promptly ordered his soldiers to escort the Guardsmen out of the Republic, which resulted in a brief skirmish. At the end of it, a Guardsman, who had refused to refrain from disorderly conduct, was killed and the other had been allowed to flee by the defenders of the Republic. The Magistrate is ensuring that the deceased are properly buried in the Taverley Cemetery, on personal request by the Lord Protector, to give him an honorable final resting place, as a stalwart citizen of the Republic.
To further maintain the safety and security of the Republic from other disorderly militants, the Magistrate has gathered a small force, as well as local druids in order ensure the people of her sensitive intentions in this time of conflict, to conduct a light search of buildings in Taverley and Burthorpe.Hi, I'm Dan.
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Sadly the slaughter of one of the Guardsmen by the lands own leader, was not going to go down well with the rest of the Guard in Taverley, who were banding together and doing so fast. There was a definite animosity in the air in Taverley, some of the Guard would begin speaking to crowds while none of the Republics forces were present in their small areas.
"It is we the people, who always pay for other peoples mistakes, namely the mistakes of our so called leaders. We have had one of our Guardsmen, a noble heart and courageous soul murdered by the leaders of the Republic. We say no more, no more shall we stand idly by while corrupt and bloodthirsty people call themselves our leaders. They will stand down, or they shall be fought against. Though it is not usually the way for peace to continue in this course through an act of violence. It is our firm belief that this time, brothers, sisters and friends that in order to achieve peace we have to fight for it!"
A crowd gathers in the marketplace. Hushed whispers fill the air, as the newly-appointed Magistrate of Taverley steps in front of the crowd, eyes scanning their faces. She was a petite, but sturdy figure. Despite her authoritarian posture, the young woman offers a smile as she raises her hand towards the sky, and calls for silence. It was time to address the growing, rebellious air which had set itself onto the newly-established Republic.
"Taverley lies on sacred ground, lying beside the grand Lake Crystalmere, of which is composed of perfect, and infallible, beauty - displaying, in perpetual existence, the illustrious history of the land which it graces. For the armies of Burthorpe are known throughout for their might, and our people known for their endurance. For this, we are our own people - not servants of monarchy, nor of the oligarchs which have sent this great land into an unending darkness, leeching from the people to feed the beast which they have, unbeknownst to them, created of themselves.
As a republic, we the people may stand together, as one, in the face of this darkness and cast away the beast which would wish to impose a burdening tax to appease a selective, and exclusive, club of aristocracy. It is this, as a people, we may no longer allow. For, together, we are all cogs of a machine of might which has grown weary of those who would call us serfs, those who would not allow us the representation and respect we deserve, and those who would encourage war on this land, the holy land of Taverley, for only to allow corruption to seep into the roots of our trees, to blacken the great, blue skies with a suffocating smoke - on top of it all, they would wish to encircle us, like wolves, as our hands grow worn and our feet grow weary, and deprive us of our strength."
"So for those who would wish for mutiny, I do say this: it is this militant cause which shall encourage disorder in a realm already torn with conflict between gods and men, who would dishonor the peace of Taverley as dictated by druidic rite, and who would - like the troll hordes of the mountain peaks - bring about a barbaric and ruthless conflict, which shall surely divide, instead of unite, the land, leaving us vulnerable to that which really matters: the safety, and preservation, of our civilization against that which would cause us ruin and desolation.
Stand with the Republic, and unite our causes so as to bring about a new era of enlightenment onto the realm; one truly for the people of the commons, so that we may never have to serve the oligarchy which imposes itself upon our inalienable right of both independence and dignity, and so that we may endure, forevermore, unto a new age and beyond."
The woman smiles once more, bowing her head to the people before stepping towards a baker's stall, pointing to an apple pie and promptly asking, "how much for this?"Hi, I'm Dan.
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