Aetolian Game News
House Bouchard
Written by: Grand Duke Procell Bouchard, the Scion
Date: Sunday, February 19th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Greetings, my friends and fellow Sapients:
I wish you all the best, and bring you good news: House Bouchard is once
more full-fledged and open to supplicants, be they mortals aspiring to
the Blood, or our brethren of the Imperial Houses seeking refuge from
the feckless tyranny of imbeciles. We recognize all as family who come
in dignity and courtesy, and invite any who chafe under the rotting yoke
of the Imperium to shake off that outdated hold. Shake it off, my
friends, for as the trembling hand of a drooling ancient, it is weak
indeed, supported only by a never-silent, sputtering mouthpiece, and a
band of deluded thugs.
We welcome our blood relations of House Bahir'an, childer of my
grandsire Zoharim: all those who truly follow in his footsteps may find
their place here.
We welcome our blood relations of House Nebre'seir, friends and comrades
of old: all those who tire of being the Imperium's de facto brute squad
may find their place here.
We welcome our blood relations of House Voltaire, scholars and teachers:
all those who shake their heads at the folly of politicians seeking to
dominate the children of Blood may find their place here.
We welcome our blood relations of House D'Baen, sister-House and
beloved, though long estranged: all those who still honor the old bonds
above outdated bureaucracies may find their place here.
We welcome our blood relations who wander the land without House. Though
the Imperium might seek to name you rogue and outcast, we know that
blood is all, and that these attempted insults are the pathetic
propagandizing of an organization that rages at the fact that it cannot
rule you. You, too, may find your place here.
House Bouchard has survived the ravages of time and remained intact,
unlike the institutions that would try to rule us. Let the bullies rage
and the idiots drool, let the bullying idiots rule the Imperium, still
Bouchard will stand.
And to my old, dear friend Tzevi:
Bring it.
Yours,
Grand Duke Procell Bouchard
Penned by my hand on the 11th of Khepary, in the year 180 MA.