[RP News] The Magincian Declaration of Independence. Delivered to the Cities of Britannia.

August 24, 2011 By: petra Category: Baja News

The Magincian Declaration of Independence. Delivered to the Cities of Britannia.

Note distributed throughout the Eastern Britannian Cities, as well as Luna, Hearthfire, Dawn and the Isle of Zanthes.

Four winters have passed since Magincia burned.

Four winters since the Magincians – in our so called Pride – ignored the spectre of death stretching across our western shore. Four winters since the hubris of our elders prompted them to tend the Autumn fires rather than send men to guard the Dark Portal. Four winters since devils – born of malevolence and sentient sin – poured into our homes to murder our loved ones.

It has been four years since the Britannians – in their Virtue – arrived to loot and pillage our Isle. And now they are threatening to do it again.

We have spent years wandering from place to place. Searching for a new home. Our Exodus. Our diaspora. We were beggars as men feasted in Trinsic. Forced to become Gladiators and Prostitutes in J’helom. We were made to toil as slaves for masters in Yew. Called heathens and witches in Minoc.

We have waited for the time when Fate would smile upon us again and allow us to return to the Isle. Watched as Queen Dawn ignored the declaration of Anon and declared our charred Isle as her own.

It was not until the defeat of Virtuebane – and the institution of the New Britannian Government – that they cared enough to restore Magincia. And even then it was a ruse. One to award parcels to the wealthiest collectors and aristocrats. We Magincians have had to fight for what we have now.

Your Britannians – men such as Elladan – would have us living his interpretation of Virtue. Humble. Submissive. Living in squalor as Shepherds or Farmers. Singing the praises of a King who abandoned Britannia.

His Virtues. Not Ours.

And now Fig brings a Blockade to our Isle. He did a talented job of turning himself into the victim last night. In the morning ships surrounded the Isle. Blocked in the Magincian Trade Fleet and prevented it from moving. He placed the Pilots of his Battle Fleet behind the cannons and aimed them for the Sea Witch. And when we called him out on it, he claims he was just there to trade?

How dare we question his actions.

I confess Valek and I reacted poorly. Undiplomatically. But we have families on the Isle to consider. Wives and children. And when someone who is so willing to shed our blood launches a fleet for our harbor and then feigns innocence, we are going to be a bit indignant.

We are an Isle of Craftsmen. Sailors. Tradesmen. Magi. We are an Isle who values freedom of thought and religion. We will not accept cannons aimed at our homes. We will not be made to submit.

It is with that I again declare us a Sovereign Magincia. It is with these words we rededicate this the Isle of Pride.


Dante of House Lamperouge.

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