To the most noble and majestic Karl Franz, Archduke of Braunschweig, Grand Prince of Reich, Elector, Emperor of the eleven provinces of the Empire and heir of all the sacred heritage of Charlemagne from mountain to sea (or to him
deputy, given that we have entered a period of uncertainty beyond our understanding).
Your Excellency, I have no doubt that you will not want to read such a letter, for it is from my hand, and the moment you see the signature you will be tempted to throw it into the fire, and I urge you to resist.
——I never engage in such communication easily, and I have no urgent reason to launch such a war.
Now your astrologer will tell you what all rational people can see - the order of the world is changing, the great guardianship left by the ancient saints has collapsed, and the remaining original power is also in danger, thousands of
The forces that have remained unchanged for many years are beginning to die, while other things are spreading and multiplying at an unreasonable speed.
Can anyone now doubt the fact that the Gods of Destruction put aside their ancient quarrels and began to act in unison? If this is the case, what is there to doubt about their ultimate victory? The great heroes of the past are no longer with us.
We live in a soul-starved age.
However, not all is lost, there is another way. Only one soul can stand firm in the storm of chaos: my master, who has previously broken the ancient banishment and tried to return to the world, and the arrogance of my heir
, pride, but conspiracy
It’s me who gave the world a glimmer of life. Beyond death and time, I have returned from Hades, stronger and more magnificent than last time. After gaining part of the master’s power, I have proven myself many times.
It is the enemy of Chaos, and so are you.
We have fought side by side several times, and you have seen it with your own eyes.
The duel in which your great ancestor ended him still echoes through the ages, but if you wish to see the forces of order prevail now, you must welcome my return now.
I am the Lord of Death, the head of the Von Carstein family, the Emperor of Sylvania, the pioneer of a greater soul. Now I am willing to temporarily put aside my past differences, temporarily give up my title of emperor, and serve you.
My troops are already on your side, though you may not know it yet. They will fight by your side again if you agree to my proposal. The generous gift is motivated purely by mutual need.
The living and the dead once quarreled, but we are more similar to each other than to the decaying darkness beyond, intent on turning the world into a howling whirlpool of eternal melting, while we understand order, command, and
The code of perseverance. A future is coming
Taking shape, the foundations of reality are once again solidified, the weak will be protected, and the power to rule is stronger than ever. This is not the future your priests are used to praying for, but the survival of humanity itself. I guarantee you, this is now
The best result you can hope for.
Make no mistake, Your Majesty (or his lieutenants), this is the choice you face: Alliance, or Annihilation. Just as your proud savior Ludwig swallowed his proud choice and was dismissed for his ignorance.
As the witches, the elves of Ulthuan, and the great wizard Teclis unite, we must make difficult choices in our own time.
I will make no demands other than my birthright: the Archduke and Elector of Sylvania, a province whose existence has been unjustly denied for too long, and I swear to the world that I am granted The title of elector is in conformity with all imperial laws. I received the title of elector justly from Otto and married his daughter Isabella. I should have ruled over the people. I should have been crowned in Braunschweig. , you foolishly refused this favor, but now I have put my past behind it and decided to apologize for the disastrous consequences it caused.
I demand legal power and the same status symbols as others of my class: Runefangs (surely you can convince the dwarves to forge me another one, right?), a seat on the Imperial Council, ancient immunity from customary statutes, and the ability to form and organize Maintain the power of the army. I only ask you for a superfluous favor: Give me a chance to search the resting place of my lover in Reikland. If the world is to be rebuilt, then I must find her before everything is remade. She is my only one, my everything.
I understand that the mutual hostility between our two peoples will make it difficult for this proposal to be accepted fairly. Although I have no doubt that underneath this realm you will see ancient prejudices and deeply buried prejudices. of dissatisfaction, you will find that we have the same symptoms, and you will understand what is at stake. Moreover, in the final analysis, did I not make any prior demands for this title? Or is the power of conquest worthless in this fallen era? ?
I believe this letter will eventually contact you, even though everything is extremely chaotic and wants to crush us to the ground. When you read this, I will already be on the march, passing through Sri Lanka along the necessary route. Tire to Brunswick, and when I arrive I will command a much larger army than the last time I camped outside your walls.
I sincerely hope that I won't come too late, at least then you still have the opportunity to make the decision you deserve under a clear sky without any worries.
Until then, I remain, as I once was, your loyal and everlasting servant.