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Ignasi Alfonso Avernus Narikopolus de Kantaria is, almost immediately following the Four Day War, the only archduke from the old regime who remains standing under the new. This is really not very impressive - Hellcoast and Ravounel had no proper hereditary archdukes in the first place, and the Heartlands were held by the Thrunes, so it's really only House Charthagnion and House Henderthane that House Narikopolus has managed to outlast. The Henderthanes were already a shell, in the final days of Thrune rule, the competent members of the house having been removed only a few years before. There was only a terrified coward in the archduke's seat, and he left with no protest. House Charthagnion was worse than anyone, maybe worse than the Thrunes themselves, and almost no members remain (besides the children, who the new Queen has unaccountably decided to spare). It's said that they had a deal with Hell that damned all of their descendants in perpetuity. So it's no great accomplishment, really, to have passed such a low bar.

Even so, Archduke Narikopolus is very invested in continuing to pass it.

When the Archmage Naima comes to Kantaria to heal the populace, the archduke is prepared to meet her. The archmage is notorious for only taking audiences publicly in rooms full of a thousand sick people, but so be it. The only room large enough for her purposes is the old Asmodean temple, which her staff have already temporarily taken over. They hang a dragonfly and lotus banner over the remnants of the broken stained glass window, which still shows the edges of a star.

Kantaria, he explains, has always privately preferred Iomedae to Asmodeus. Everyone knows the goddess guides swords truer than the Prince of Lies. Now, they can worship her openly, and can give her the place in the city she deserves. He shows her his plans to replace it with a cathedral for Iomedae - one worthy of the province of her birth.

     "A cathedral for who?" asks the archmage.

It is loud in the room, given all the crying babies, so it is in fact difficult to hear. He tries not to be violently annoyed about it. "For Iomedae."

     "No, I mean - the entire county of Kantaria cannot have more than fifty thousand souls. The settlement is more fortress than town. It doesn't need such a massive building. Besides, you already have this temple. It would serve the Inheritor well enough. You ought to widen the windows to let in more light, and of course what's left of the stained glass must be replaced, but the layout is sound, and the stone is good."

The archduke balks. "Here? This place will always be a symbol of Hell. Do you know what they did here?"

     "Blood sacrifices and torture, I imagine," shrugs the archmage. "But it serves my purposes well enough, and will serve Hers, too. Some stone is evil, but not this stone. It's only soaked in blood, not made from it. More forced labor to build another in white does nothing to erase what happened here." She looks at the plans again. "Your design is beautiful, though. I'm sorry."

He'd not expected effusive praise, but he had hoped, of course, for approval. "The people need to know that their rule has been transformed. No mere coat of paint over the old will be enough for that."

     "I agree. But a new cathedral is a coat of paint, in the end. If you want my advice, take the money you set aside for this project, and offer it to the church in Lastwall. Ask them for paladins and Iomedan staff to help the men of Menador - to counsel its people, and to counsel its nobility. I know religion has never been a particular interest of yours, Archduke, and it's done you good so far. But if you mean to pay off the goddess - and the queen - for your conduct under the Thrunes, you should set yourself to seeing that your people do not suffer, and grow virtuous once more. Iomedae is a practical goddess, and approaches that end as you approach the defense of your march. She cares about results, not aesthetics."

That stings badly, truth be told. But so be it. House Narikopolus has not ruled Menador for nine hundred years by making enemies unnecessarily, nor by concerning itself with insults more than wounds. 

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To our estranged brothers in Lastwall:

For eight hundred years, my family served the goddess. My grandfather knew her worship. I know only the hole that was left when he removed Her. He did, in doing, save the flesh of Menador, but he forfeited its soul. I ask your help in restoring it. Send us Iomedae's counsel, and we will follow it, as far as we can. Things are not so dire here as they are in the South, but this says more about Egorian than it does about Kantaria. 

I do not ask for powerful men of rank or status, who should be occupied with slaying violent threats. We can handle these ourselves. Only send us teachers, advisors, and priests. Paladins too old to swing a sword, if any can be spared. Give us men of wisdom and experience, to teach us the lessons our fathers could not. I ask for at least four Select of the goddess, to be stationed across Menador and to advise our nobles directly. Beyond these, we will also gratefully accept anyone in good standing with the Church of Lastwall who is prepared to assist with the project of rebuilding the region.

We have no gold to pay for this service, but can relinquish twenty souls for each select, and five for every other man you send, up to five hundred souls.

In addition, I am prepared to restore the lands of any Menadorian families who fled to Lastwall during the civil war, under the terms their ancestors enjoyed before it. No written records of these families exist in Menador; we must rely on your records, and on the long memories of Menador's dwarves, to confirm these claims. But if any can be confirmed, we will return what was unjustly taken from them.

We await your quick response.

- Ignasi Alfonso Proelera Narikopolus de Kantaria, Archduke of Menador

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One might think that with the worldwound closed, Tar-Baphon's escape attempt foiled, and infernal Cheliax overthrown, Lastwall would have a lot less on its plate and a lot of spare manpower. However, to imagine that is to fundamentally misunderstand Lastwall and the position it is in. The worldwound is closed? Yes, but there are still demons within the wardstone border, demons driven by the desperation of having no home to retreat to; meanwhile Mendev has called a halt to new conscription, Cheliax drew down their fort garrisons to support the infernal war effort and the new government never replenished them, Crusader's Fort had two-thirds of its volunteers leave and has gotten no new ones in the last year -- At the worldwound, Lastwall has more, not less, to do. Tar-Baphon's escape attempt was foiled? But how, besides the complicity of the Thrune regime, did the Tyrant get to a point where he could make such an attempt in the first place? Gallowspire needs additional patrols, investigations must be launched to find the remnants of the whispering way cells and urgathoa cults which aided the attempts, an internal review is needed, in case there were steps Iomedae's church could have taken to notice and thwart it sooner. In Ustalav, too, Lastwall has more and not less to do. Infernal Cheliax has fallen? Well, Lastwall was officially not doing anything about infernal Cheliax. Unofficially - well, looking at the number of resignations on the first day of the war, one would be a bit of a fool to think it increased Lastwall's available manpower.

If all that weren't bad enough, (from a staffing perspective) the Goddess seems to share that fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of Her state. A grand total of zero new clerics and paladins were empowered from the graduating divinity class of 4713. (Senior members of Lastwall's leadership know that the Goddess was saving Heaven's intervention budget, and have some hints about what for, but that information is a little bit too classified for the staff officers trying to find four of the Select that can be peeled away from their existing duties to go teach the people of Menador about basic human decency)

 

In the end Menador gets half-a-dozen young adults who might've been selected by the Goddess if she weren't busy with other planets or something, one actual Select who's barely older, a score of scholars and theologians, and a letter apologizing for their lack of available people and yes please they would very much appreciate one or two hundred more able-bodied men at the worldwound, assuming charitably and wishfully that that's what was meant by "relinquish... up to five hundred souls." If the Archduke meant the other thing then they can defer payment until after he's had some instruction in how to be a good person.

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That's obviously not what he meant when he wrote it, but given his ratio of metal currency to able-bodied men, he'll just go ahead and pretend it was. Menador is never safe, but it's calm enough now to spare two hundred men for the worldwound. He'll make it three hundred, and send one of his sons with them, even though the math on what he's gotten from Lastwall comes out to half that. Probably it'll be good for them, and go some way in demonstrating his desire for friendship.

The Select and a few of the theologians can join him in Kantaria, since it's both where he personally wants them and the second-largest settlement in the region. Hopefully Taggun Hold can find an Erastilian under a rock somewhere, since they're otherwise fresh out of known clerics of any kind.

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