From Their Outgoing Royal Majesties
O Northshield, Our Northshield,
As we write this missive, the rumours we have heard of war to the South grow ever louder and more certain. The southern kingdoms stand poised to fall upon one another, although we remain uncertain exactly who will be fighting whom!
This uncertain circumstance is an opportunity for Northshield! We will take our army southward, and we will stake our own claim to those fertile, snowless lands! Together, we will forge an empire that stretches from the Polar Ice to the Gulf Coast!
Of course, for us, it will be a short-lived empire. When we ascended the thrones, Yehudah Khagan, as a proper Khazar Khagan should, pledged to reign a fixed length of time, in this case, seven months. The end of that time is almost upon us!
Of course, Hrodir made no such promise, but Yehudah, at least, must soon retire. Before that happens, Yehudah will also be investigating the asylum known as Bardic Madness, and looks forward to the performances, especially for his royal challenge, on the theme of "Dignity"!
Being your Bek and Khagan has been a tremendous honour. Hrodir, of course, has had this experience before, but for Yehudah, this has been a privilege he never expected to have. Northshield's people never cease to awe us and inspire us. If our reign has been glorious, then it is nothing but a reflection of the glory of our people.
We know, as we retire from the thrones, that we leave our kingdom in the excellent hands of our children, Konrad and Aibhilin. We look forward to seeing where they take Northshield, next.
It's good to be Northshield!
Yehudah Khagan and Hrodir Bek