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Jonathan L'lerim

𝕳 𝖔 𝖓 𝖔 𝖚 𝖗 - 𝖆 𝖓 𝖉 - 𝕯 𝖚 𝖙 𝖞
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Earl of Skjoldmarch, Commissar-General of Imperium Nihilus
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Objective: Negotiate with House Barran and House Demici.
Location: Eastern area of the Empire Nihilus
Equipment: Uniform | 1x Power sword
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There were still records and archived accounts preserved within the archives of House L'lerim describing what life had been like in Skjoldmarch after the Great Crusade, and even during the time of the Horus Heresy, all the way until the fall of Cadia. Since the Imperium had been torn into two halves and Skjoldmarch remained on the Nihilus side, every single day had become a struggle for survival. The people who lived here had always been a military society; military training was mandatory for all, and many served not only within the Death Squads of Skjoldmarch, but also within well-known Imperial organisations beyond their home.

This was equally true for House L'lerim. The current Earl of Skjoldmarch was none other than Jonathan L'lerim, a legendary Commissar in the eastern regions of Nihilus. Over the course of his life, the man had fought nearly everything imaginable; orks, Chaos, the tyranids, and even ordinary human deserters and traitors. Throughout the centuries, House L'lerim had forged numerous alliances with neighbouring houses, though such agreements belonged to a distant past now, several generations removed. Yet the forces of Chaos and the Tyranids had begun to stir in the east once more, and Jon believed the time had come to seek a new alliance.

A Triumvirate; hopefully. That was what the man hoped for, for here everything revolved around survival, and the more allies one possessed, the greater the chances of enduring whatever came. No one could ever truly know what the future might bring. Every generation had hoped that the Imperium Sanctus would one day find a way into Nihilus and come to their rescue. Jon knew that there were those who no longer believed Terra and the other half of the Imperium even existed. The older man, however, still believed. He hoped that the Houses Barran and Demici thought in a similar manner, and that together they might endure for as long as possible.

Thus the man sent invitations to the leaders of the other two houses. In them he briefly outlined that Skjoldmarch and House L'lerim were prepared to enter into a military - and perhaps even a commercial - agreement with the two houses, one that would serve the interests of all involved. A mutual non-aggression and defensive pact was always useful. Jon had witnessed battles where the internal factions of the Imperium fought among themselves, rival noble houses or merchant dynasties turning their strength against one another. If he had possessed the power, the man would have put an end to such internal rivalries entirely; they only weakened the Imperium. This new alliance was partly meant to ensure that his own house would not be drawn into such conflicts.

The man arrived at the meeting place earlier than the appointed hour. Not solely to inspect the location - though the thought had crossed his mind - but simply because Jon was the sort of man who always arrived ahead of time. Thus, by the moment the other two men arrived, he was already there waiting. When Pietro and Michael appeared - whether together or separately - Jon rose to his feet and greeted the leaders of the two houses with a firm handshake. Only once both of them had arrived did he finally speak.

"Welcome, gentlemen!" the man said in a cold, soldierly tone. "Thank you for coming. I trust that today we may reach an agreement that proves satisfactory for all of us. Do you have any questions, or shall we begin with the matter that brought us here?"

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THE NEW SWORD
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LORD-MARSHAL OF THE 2ND FRONTIER-GUARDS DIVISION

2-TIME REGIMENTAL CHAMPION
FORMER MENTOR OF THE IMPERIAL COLLEGIO
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TRIUMVIRATE
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Jonathan L&#039;lerim Pietro Demici
Somewhere on the Eastern Frontier,
Imperium Nihilus Territories (Age of Silence)


'No questions from me anyways.... Or at least, none that spring to mind at the moment.'
It was an interesting day for all involved, for all three noble houses had a reason to reach out in such a fashion, and once again, the Earls of Skjoldmarch were quick to the cut.

All were showing signs of the reputations that preceded them, but it gladdened the new Patriarch of Clan Barran to see that L'lerim was every part as sharp as his forebears were known to be, as it would stand to reason that the renowned Wanderer would be given reason to pick up with his own pacing. To walk in stride, shoulder to shoulder, with other strong statesmen (rare though this former norm was becoming of late) was an opportunity of which even old Erskine had predicted in his lifetime, encouraging a then-young Michael to leap at the chance,"Whenever this damned occurrence supposes to unfold.", as the battle-hardened stalwart so-impatiently put it, at the time. The generations before had fulfilled their obligations to the realm, though they were all so swamped with circumstances and waves of enemy attacks that they could only hear of their fellow exemplars through the rumour-mill, thus with hands proverbially tied by state and lasgun alike, the fine thing they called chance would be left to their sons someday.

This the old men knew, thus soured regards could never come into play from such vast distances between each other, not with merit itself being the key-factor in the invitation, and with the High-Lords of Terra becoming ever so willing to provide excuses for further-jaded perceptions, it would once again fall to the aforementioned merits of the ones who always thrived under pressure. Three noble houses of whom, many knew, would always come to mention first, though it was also known that the slowest to rise were Clan Barran in particular, making their collective presence a recent rise to prominence, stemming from four generations of excellence in wartime. However, the last of whom, intriguingly enough for the other Lords, the family would give rise to two particular greats in the making, brothers with entirely differing motivations.

Destiny, or the Emperor's heart of hearts, would so have it that Michael, the younger, would be chosen to lead the Druids of Macragge, but in the following efforts to normalize the sector, the young Chieftain was well aware that Thomas, the elder, would hold the increased presence (and value) as a strategic player. It was then that Barran continued,'I will be coordinating as best as I can, though it will be done behind the scenes, and though I will try to maintain open channels of communication between us, I must reveal that it will be my elder brother you'll be encountering more.... Especially if we are to proceed with the plan I think you have in mind.', giving just enough forewarning without bombarding a new acquaintance with peculiarities of statecraft, at such an early stage of their soon-to-be ongoing dialogue.


'Either way, its a pleasure to make the acquaintance of both the other two Houses. I consider it an auspice, long overdue.'

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Giancarlo Demici

Planetary Governer of Atraxa Secundus
Commander of the Atraxan Planetary Guard


Tags: Jonathan L&#039;lerim, Michael Barran

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Politics were always a rather tedious affair. Navigating the countless planetary regimes, inquisitorial agents, military leaders, and fiery voices of the Ecclisiarchy was enough to make any sane man's head spin. So many titles, ranks, and names to keep track of. So many facades to maintain. It was, in truth, always as such, but with the Imperium Nihilus being cut off from Terra, things had only gotten worse... considerably worse. Resources were sparse, and many of the comforts and safeguards one might have had were no longer available to many of those on this side of the Rift.

For Giancarlo Demici... it was simply another Tuesday.

He sauntered into the room rather nonchalantly, his body swaying almost as if he were slightly inebriated, despite the fact that he hadn't had a drink in several days. A swagger-filled grin rest upon his face as he approached the others, his eyes alight with a rather disarming gaze.

"Apologies, my lords, for my rather tardiness I understand you expected my older brother, but he was called away at the last minute. I came as soon as I could."

The statement was, at least, partially true, though the full truth would be something Carlo would keep close to the chest for now. He had not yet deduced whether the individuals before him were worthy of such trust, and until his curiosity was satiated, white lies and half truths would remain the order of the day.

"The Cardinal does send his regards, however. As for our dealings, you may treat my words as his, for I have been given authority to take charge in our talks."
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