Update I
"Death be not proud,"
The Mid-Winter Month of January, Year of the Keeper 1330
The messenger spake. "News I bring of a death in the Kingdom, my lord. The Lady Katharina Harwood has been widowed, her children orphaned. Like as not she's seeking a strong man; are your sons strong enough? Pr'haps you could run her lands, for the better, it would seem?"
"News you want, Eh? Not the trappings of old hags? Well, I've news of Bogsmen raiding Peatwood and Brickelwhyte, I've a fine report on banditry throughout the Kingdom, your liege? With the boy King in hiding pirates an the like are out of control. I've done heard tale of Brickeltop Bridge falling into disrepair by those Lauer folk, and the Willow Bridge's and Hollowbridge holed by bandits, stopping grainloads what aren't floated down the river from reaching Aerilon."
"Oh, aye, speakin of which, a great Famine has taken Ecrin, rumor 'as it. A thousand-fold plague-rats and the what, they say. Eatin up the city's stores like no one but me gran-dad's business. A thousand people starvin in the streets each day, they say. Could be the lords there ('do I forget their name) could use some 'elp.
Not far from there they say old Einrichk the Terrible has come down off the mountains again, and 'as spottid down the Dry Gulch, not a fortnight 'go. Yeh, The Hightowers 'an Luptons 'av for their britches in a twist. A giant nearer their towns than they like? Aye, I say, better them than Us, eh?
Giants's a trouble not worth ignoring.
"Speakin ov similar woes, I was conversatin with this gentleman down the tavern, see, and he claims he 'ad rumor of the Hallow hillsmen raiding north and west t'wards the Dark Forest and Haran. My uncle Herrian sent me a lett'r not a month ago saying they was 'aving troubling signs. I shoulda warned ya then, but I hadn't been paid by the news article back then, now was I?
Oh, yeah, and there's fancy messengers waitin in line behind me, too.
A guard hauls the tattered drunkard away in chains.
Diplomacy
An elaborately clothed gentleman is escorted into the room. He opens the scroll sent with him by, presumably, his superior:
From His Eminence, King Gregor Aldsor XIV of Ediron, to the King willhem Undsor II of Arnoth.
I have not recent received your response, lord Willhem. Have I, in my careless foreign way, offended you? Though I am loathe to give my daughter, her hand would be an acceptable price for our kingdom's continued friendship.
Would that you could respond quickly, for my lady's heartsake, and my own as well.
From the hall of Sir Weke of Hollowbridge, to the Lords Beray and any nearby.
Long has my House sat the Hollowbridge, and never have we ered in our protection of it. Please, send what help you can, for they have my youngest daughter Cerwyn hostage somewhere nearby the bridge, and I have naught the power to reclaim her unharmed. Undsor would never have allowed this.
From the hall of Sir Villman of the Longlands, to the Lords Warlington, Beray, Goldstream and Lupton
Our house looks to you for leadership in such troubling times as these. The Hallow Hillmen have sent a dozen raiding parties this way already, what is to stop them from sending more, taking more? Please, send help. Each party has been a few dozen bullies and strongmen, no more.
From the hall of Sir Lotfield of Haywick, bannermen to the late Undsor, to the Lords Marten, Hightower, Lupton and Lenn
Einrick the Terrible and his raiders have sacked the fair village of Haywick, east of Dry Gulch in the Garath foothills; what stops him there? The King's men should marshal to me, that I may lead them against this great fool's tyranny. That is, if you are still the King's true and honorable men.
From the hall of Sir Greenbur of Enderton, to the Lords Altright, Aarlehn and Roald
Brigands and bastards have blocked the Willow's Bridge, send help! Send archers and knights at once! Someone help! Where are King Undsor's men?!
From the hall of Sir Edgemere of Spearsmark, to the Lords Marten and Lenn
Raiders carrying the dead Undsor's banners have taken our daughters and cows, what are we to do?!
From the hall of Sir Ruthven of Doonatel, to the Lords Lupton and Hightower
Savage raiders have struck into our town, and we blame you! How did the vile scum make it past your defenses! This would've never happened had Undsor lived. His men would patrol our borders and roads! Why do we pay taxes if the King's lackies won't do their job?! Sir Ruthven has not been seen in a fortnight!
From the hall of Sir Konyig of Knife, to the Lords Lupton, Hightower and any else nearby
Help! This pidgeon may be our last hope; Hallowmen have captured the town, and threaten to raze it and move farther! Please, if you receive this letter, send reinforcements! Our pallisade burned this morning, hope is lost!
From the hall of Sir Galag of the Norgulleys, to the Lords Mayierhew and Linecaster
Our miners starve, your graces. The shipments from the capital have stopped and our tin mines cannot operate without food. Will you help us? Send us food, and perhaps we could repay you with our wares.