State of Esshar

[ratqueen]

Hydrangea wilt within the walled gardens of the Docro Estate.

The final death throes of The Family have limpened, rigor mortis taking over in its stead. Following the death of Artyom pyr Docro and in extent the sylavanum trade, income has shriveled up. All that's left for them to spend is what they have in their reserves. It's no longer sustainable to maintain the many servants they once employed, and with every passing month, every passing year, the once opulent manse grows more and more decrepit under its slothful leadership, the manor a mere house on a hill slowly being consumed by the passage of time.

Withering away alongside those once brilliant flowers.

Vivian pyr Docro, reluctant Don once more following the loss of her daughter to debauchery ridden reclusivity, seems to have no yearning to do anything with the position besides pass it on to someone else in the coming years. A single statement is all that's to leave the estate on her behalf, a declaration of the dissolution of the faction formerly known as The Family:

I have never been a fan of immortality.

It's been a minor point of contention amongst myself and other members of my family stretching back decades. Progress is paramount, and progress is not to be found in the minds of the aged who cling desperately to what was forward thinking in their youths but is now old hat. What is old must die so that which is new can lead us forward.

This applies to The Family itself.

An antiquated relic of a bygone era, at odds with itself in recent years as some try to cling to its once prestigious past and others try to separate from it and forge something new. I've always personally preferred the latter, the tepid stagnation of the familiar and well worn being antithetical to the values I've led my life with and tried to instill into my children. Following the death of my sister and son, as well as the escapist reclusivity many of my family members—myself included—have fallen into, I see no reason to allow this charade of importance to continue. I will not see my family desperately cling to the last vestiges of our relevance in the world stage.

The Family is abolished.

New Tannen is a separate entity, one that I don't speak for and one that most of my family—from myself to Johannes to many others—have little stake in. I no longer speak with Mikhail, the sole Docro still involved in its operations. As I've always told my children, they can sink or swim on their own accord; their affairs are not mine, their affairs are certainly not that of an entire bloodline.

To those who feel inclined to try and include "The Family" in world affairs, I only have to say:

Fuck off. Out with the old, in with the new.

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⟐ Artyom pyr Docro, sole manufacturer of sylavanum and the primary source of income for The Family, has been killed by Alwin in a duel.

⟐ Kateryna pyr Docro, formerly Don Docro, has met an early retirement and never leaves home. The only ties The Family proper had with New Tannen are gone following this.

⟐ While Vivian pyr Docro has returned to the position of Don, there is no plan of action beyond drinking herself into a corner.

⟐ The role of Don Docro has been reduced to the equivalent of Head of House and The Family has formally degraded from a faction into a simple bloodline. Their position on the world stage has officially been renounced following their abolition.

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