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DerynifanK

March 17, 2024, 03:48:44 PM
Happy St Patrick's Day. Enjoy the one day of the year when the whole world is Irish.

Petition unto his gracious majesty and most good lord, King Kelson.

Started by revanne, November 12, 2016, 03:14:35 PM

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revanne

May it please your majesty:

We who are living in turbulent and uncertain times do most humbly beseech asylum and refuge under your majesty's protection in your realm of Gwynedd. Though we be but human we have ever had the most profound admiration and respect for all things Deryni and can assure your majesty of our heart-felt loyalty and devotion towards your majesty and all your council, in especial towards his excellency Bishop Duncan and their graces Duke Alaric of Corwyn and Duke Dhugal of Cassan.

If it should please your majesty to incline with merciful assent to this our piteous petition, may it also please your majesty to send the aforesaid luminaries of your majesty's court to enable our coming to you by means of the portal at Rhemuth Castle, by which we have learnt much of the glorious doings of your majesty but have so far, alas, been unable to enter into your most blest realm.

Begging to remain your majesty's most loyal and obedient servants.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
(Psalm 46 v1)

Jerusha

Those of us in the northern quadrants would humbly accept passage into your most noble realm. We do not fear your magic, but would welcome it with the mysteries of our own northern lights.
From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggity beasties and things that go bump in the night...good Lord deliver us!

 -- Old English Litany

Laurna

We of the western Provence do likewise ask if temporary asylum can be granted, at least until such time as our own people regain their sanity. At which point, we would humbly like to return home bringing all that we have learned from Good Gwynedd to our crazed friends and family.
May your horses have wings and fly!

drakensis

Your majesty,

I commend to you those seeking sanctuary, and request your hospitality and compassion towards them until they feel - as only they may justly judge - ready to return to the honest welcome of those who remain within our lands.

To your, and their, very good health.

DerynifanK

We sincerely hope you will consider our petition favorably and welcome us as loyal subjects in Gwynedd and allow us to offer our talents to your service
"Thanks be to God there are still, as there always have been and always will be, more good men than evil in this world, and their cause will prevail." Brother Cadfael's Penance

bronwynevaine

Sextus Arilan reported to Kelson and the Royal Council after returning from a fact-finding mission regarding requests for asylum: Hell no, Your Majesty, HELL NO!

They can communicate with each other from screens hundreds of miles away...but they are angry and petty and spiteful.

They ride in fierce beasts with wheels for legs...at speeds far faster than the swiftest R'Kassi stallion...and threaten and kill each other every day.

They had something called an "election" where people got to choose who would be their king or queen. The one who wanted to be king and the one who wanted to be queen had a contest to see who could insult the other the most. His supporters and her supporters insulted each other as well.

I have never been so terrified in all my life. I beg you, do not allow these people into Gwynedd.
I don't just march to the beat of a different drummer...I dance to a beat no one else can hear :)

revanne

Your most gracious Majesty,

Though we understand - from what source we prefer not to put in writing but will be for your Majesty's ears only - that your Majesty has received a hostile report of us, your most humble petitioners, yet we beg to plead somewhat in favour of our request.

For there are still some of us, though in truth only a small proportion of our whole, who keep to the old ways wherein our Sovereign lady has been chosen of God and duly crowned and anointed.  (Of the current uproar in her high court of parliament it is not meet that we should speak). Moreover though we be without magic yet we have the most wondrous incantation, the repetition of which at auspicious occasions has been proven to achieve long life and health unto the Queen's Majesty. Being of simplicity enough for the most rude to learn in both words and music we are assured that the teaching of this to your subjects will rebound in blessings upon your Majesty.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
(Psalm 46 v1)

Laurna

Unto his Majesty, King Kelson of all Gwynedd, Greatest Kingdom of the Eleven Kingdoms,

I have learned that certain members of Rhemuth Castle did take great humor from the report given to you by your privy council. Understandably the plight we are experiencing here in 2016 is not humorous to us,  non in the least, however, the way in which it was conveyed to you as the would-be-King or Queen insulting the other to gain our vote through the process of election was indeed a laughable comment. It actually heartened my mind to hear it phrased so. But alas. our lands are a bit in more turmoil than mere insults and name calling. Though there has been too much of that for my peace of mind, as well.

Being as how I would have preferred to keep the current regime in place for the future four years, I now request a four year sabbatical. Perhaps in your schola for Deryni, where I can learn as much of your history and ways as can be learned for any non-magicked person is able to learn. I do love learning and history and if you grant my request, perhaps you could grant the request of the few others who also have good acquaintances within Rhemuth Castle. We would make a small gathering that would incorporate ourselves well into your society.

Your humble admirer
Lady Laurna of California

(P.S know that I am smiling and enjoying this turn of communication greatly.)
May your horses have wings and fly!

bronwynevaine

I apologize to Evie for making her Sir Sextus (Lord Braxton) deliver such a crushing blow to the hopes of the humble petitioners. I urge them to request he reconsider. I have heard that Queen Araxie has asked Lady Rothana to look into the desperate pleas. Unofficially, of course, as neither noble lady would dream of interfering...

I have also heard that many senior squires and young knights are interested in visiting the seashore. After hearing rumors circulated by men who were present when Lord Braxton gave his report, these brave young men of Gwynedd believe it their duty to personally observe the bathing attire ebb and flow of the tides. Lord Derry has graciously volunteered to chaperone.
I don't just march to the beat of a different drummer...I dance to a beat no one else can hear :)

Evie

Bishop Duncan McLain:  "What's this about some sort of political kerfuffle in the year 2016?"



Sister Helena: "No idea. I've been avoiding Evie's magic pictures box lately. By the way, do you think I've put on enough sunscreen?"

Duncan:  "I don't know, what's sunsc--?" *pointing past her*  "Wait...is that a troop of horsemen under the command of Lord Derry?"
"In necessariis unitas, in non-necessariis libertas, in utrisque caritas."

--WARNING!!!--
I have a vocabulary in excess of 75,000 words, and I'm not afraid to use it!

revanne

I would be most willing to act as aide to Lord Derry in his duties as chaperone on this side of the pond. And, yes, I know I'm old enough to be his granny .*Sigh*.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
(Psalm 46 v1)

bronwynevaine

I don't just march to the beat of a different drummer...I dance to a beat no one else can hear :)

Jerusha

Lord Derry might not be so worried if we were not showing up on the shores of Gwynedd in Viking ships.   ;D
From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggity beasties and things that go bump in the night...good Lord deliver us!

 -- Old English Litany

Laurna

Far off to starboard, over the top of the oar rails against the grey of the western sky, two black dots married the smooth seeming horizon. Their distance was difficult to judge. Nothing but the roll of swells could be seen between the Coroth galley and the triangular specks afloat on the sea. Lord Muir balanced the spyglass to his eye. With a slight turn of the fucus, he noted the black sails and the multiple oars sweeping the water's surface.  From this distance, without opening himself to a true Scrying, the earl could see little more than that. If the vessels flew pennants of their home port, he could not discern it. He did not push his powers to answer the question. He had little training in recognizing the flags of the ports along the Southern Sea's coastline; he knew the green- black- green pennon of Corwyn's maritime service which flew from the masthead of their vessel.  He could even name the pennons of the ports along Gwynedd's coast, such as Dessa,  Nyford,  and Dunluce, but few others held any importance for a mountain lord who was rarely at sea.


Muir lowered the spyglass and handed back the treasured device of cylindrical metal with its precision glass lenses and aligned mirrors. "Nice item that," he said as he returned it to Captain Sloan's keeping. "I gather from your change of course, that there be no friend."


Excerpt from the Lord Muir Cynfyn's log in Chapter 5 Pretender's Gambit. :o

Little did he realize that those two ships may very well have been carrying people of the 21st century back in time to the 10th century.
Oh! but wait! If that is so, they have wrongly enter the year 985 instead of 1132. No wonder the two ships so quickly disappeared right after this sighting to make that time leap correction and be found by Lord Derry's men off the southern shores of Gwynedd in the reign of King Kelson.
May your horses have wings and fly!

bronwynevaine

Kelson: Sextus, I need to you go back...

Sextus: Back? Back where?

Kelson: Back to the realm in which our petitioners for asylum currently reside.

Sextus: (Panicked) But...but...I...no...but...

Duncan, Alaric, Dhugal, and Derry exchange nervous glances at Kelson's sharp intake of breath. The king's eyes turn stormy grey as Sextus continues to babble...

Kelson: (Regally) Lord Braxton!

Sextus' mouth continues to move but no sound comes out.

Denis to Seisyll: I never thought I'd see my incorrigible nephew silenced.

Seisyll to Denis: Except by his lady wife, of course...

Sextus: (Kneeling with head bowed) Your Majesty...

Kelson: Did we, or did we not, permit you to marry Lady Avisa Moreau, the dowager baroness of Kinlochan--

Sextus: I...

Kelson: --against the recommendations of my council and the wishes of her parents?

Sextus: (Subdued) Yes, Your Majesty

Kelson: Did we, or did we not, gift you with the lands and title of Braxton?

Sextus: Yes, Your Majesty

Kelson: Are we asking if said Lord Braxton wishes to return to this realm of USA?

Sextus: (Thoroughly miserable) No, Your Majesty

Kelson: (Grinning) Good. (He looks around, highly pleased with himself.)

Derry, I need you to take a contingent of knights and squires to the seashores of this new realm. I have been told that the, uh, scenery is unlike any here in Gwynedd. Nigel, recommend a score or so of likely young men. Please know that both Rory and Payne have most earnestly begged to be included--

Alaric: Ha! Have fun telling Meraude where your sons have gone...

Kelson: --and Brendan Coris as well.

Alaric: NO!

Nigel: Ha! Have fun telling Richenda where your son has gone...

Kelson: Sextus, you will escort Lady Rothana, Sister Helena, and Bishop Duncan. Take some of your own men and a dozen Haldane archers. This USA seems dangerous.

Denis: Your Majesty, I request...on behalf of others...that I be allowed to accompany my nephew...

Sextus opens his mouth to object but closes it at Kelson's glance.

Kelson: (Innocently) What others, Denis? Surely Dhassa has no need to investigate this new land?

Denis: Not Dhassa, Your Majesty. I have...other associates...who are mightily curious...

Morgan to Duncan: If there's only half-breeds over there, his precious Council will quickly lose interest

Duncan to Morgan: Undoubtedly. But you're just sulking because you can't go. By the way, what is "sunscreen"? Helena asked Therese to make a generous quantity for the trip.

I don't just march to the beat of a different drummer...I dance to a beat no one else can hear :)