Shessara
15-10-2004, 02:12
In the great hall of the Shessaran capital city of Eldidd, High Prince Cyridd, Lord of Eldidd, High Feudal Overlord of Shessara, Pennaeth of clan Pendifigion, and sundry other diverse and tarnished titles, had just recieved word that had made his blood run cold. Duwiol, oldest, most respected, and former Pennaeth of the once-great clan Marchocáu, had just died of wounds incurred during the Gwaedlyd Rhyfel Cartref, the Bloody Civil War, almost half a century before. Paralyzed from the waist down by a chain-halberd strike to his armored back, he had nonetheless been instrumental in ending the War by swearing fealty to Cyrn Tangnefeddwr, Cyrn Peacemaker, Cyridd's own grandfather.
Now he was dead, and there were problems on the horizon. Clan Marchocáu had been decimated in the Rhyfel, leaving seventeen alive, of which eleven now lived. Only two of them were even below sixty!
The lesser clans in the East were already eyeing the Coetir throne. There was no one heir, in truth, there was barely one lord. Mathonwy held joint-pennaethship of the clan with his cousin Owain, and the lordship only because of his one-month seniority to his cousin. Mathonwy had no heir, and Owain only a daughter.
Cyridd paced before his High Guard, resplendent in their gold-inlaid silver armor. They were Knights of the highest order, and Cyridd knew he could trust them. No Shessaran ruler had ever attempted what he was about to. In fact, it would be considered offensive by most. But the Marchocáu had to continue, and the time was not right for them to disappear into the other clans. Cyridd needed Mathonwy and the blood of Duwiol. Without them the oath that held Coetir in fief to him would be gone, and Shessara would break, perhaps even restarting the Rhyfel. He needed to find Mathonwy a wife. A non-Shessaran one.
"Rhydderc, Goronwy, tell the telegram office to send a message to all families of royal blood that you can contact... in the world. Give them all an open invitation to present their daughters to Mathonwy."
Emotionlessly, quickly, the Knights went about their tasks and then quietly returned to their lands in the country as others took their places to fulfill the feudal oaths on which Shessara was built.
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OOC: This is an invitation to any noble/aristocratic families to strengthen their blood ties by marrying a daughter into Shessara's nobility.
Now he was dead, and there were problems on the horizon. Clan Marchocáu had been decimated in the Rhyfel, leaving seventeen alive, of which eleven now lived. Only two of them were even below sixty!
The lesser clans in the East were already eyeing the Coetir throne. There was no one heir, in truth, there was barely one lord. Mathonwy held joint-pennaethship of the clan with his cousin Owain, and the lordship only because of his one-month seniority to his cousin. Mathonwy had no heir, and Owain only a daughter.
Cyridd paced before his High Guard, resplendent in their gold-inlaid silver armor. They were Knights of the highest order, and Cyridd knew he could trust them. No Shessaran ruler had ever attempted what he was about to. In fact, it would be considered offensive by most. But the Marchocáu had to continue, and the time was not right for them to disappear into the other clans. Cyridd needed Mathonwy and the blood of Duwiol. Without them the oath that held Coetir in fief to him would be gone, and Shessara would break, perhaps even restarting the Rhyfel. He needed to find Mathonwy a wife. A non-Shessaran one.
"Rhydderc, Goronwy, tell the telegram office to send a message to all families of royal blood that you can contact... in the world. Give them all an open invitation to present their daughters to Mathonwy."
Emotionlessly, quickly, the Knights went about their tasks and then quietly returned to their lands in the country as others took their places to fulfill the feudal oaths on which Shessara was built.
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OOC: This is an invitation to any noble/aristocratic families to strengthen their blood ties by marrying a daughter into Shessara's nobility.