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An Official List Of Active / Inactive Guilds / Groups / Orders

Sat, 17 Dec 2011 04:59:32 +0000

Recommended by a player of the server, I have figured that it was a pretty fine idea, and decided to compile a grand list of active guilds, groups, and orders for organization's sake.

It will provide a clean list of guilds that are active, inactive, and recruiting. It will also help sort out what kind of guild you wish to join, rendering the idea of 'bumping' obsolete.

The Official LoTC Guild List Compilation:

To contribute to the ever-expanding lexicon of Guilds. Please fill this format and reply to this post. Of course, it is absolutely optional.

Leader's RP and Forum Name:

Guild / Group Name :

Active? (Y/N) :

Recruiting? (Y/N)

Villain Application Requirement? (Y/N)

Difficulty to Join ( 1-10 ) :

Guild Topic Link :

or fill out the HTML. It makes my job easier. Just Remove the '[ ]'

-[Guild Name] | Lead By: [Your Forum Name and RP Name] | [b][Active or Inactive][/b] | [b][Recruiting or Not Recruiting][/b] | VA: [Y or N] | [Difficulty to Join] | [url="[Guild Forum URL]"]Link[/url]

Table of Contents:

To use, use Ctrl + F to open the find interface. Type in the given code, affixed to the end of the List Name.

Active Guilds - A1

Inactive Guilds - A2

Active Recruiting Guilds - A3

Alphabetical List - A4

Difficulty Rating - A5

Active Guilds: - A1

Inactive Guilds: - A2

Active Recruiting Guilds: - A3

Alphabetical List of Guilds: - A4

Difficulty to Join( From Least to Greatest ): -A5

The Ending Of The Felders , Volume 3

Thu, 21 Nov 2013 04:07:06 +0000

*Rick sit against a tree, looking forward, his son staring at him with anger*

Merek: Dad you never told me you killed elves, and executed-

Rick: Merek, what did I tell you about this?

Merek:... Fine, what was Marcus?

Rick: He was a Unoathed, I believe he was a spy though, he was always silent, always walked around Ard Kerrack silenty.

*A few seconds of silence than Marcus runs into them*

Marcus: Aww, look who it is.

Rick: STAY!

Marcus: Mmmky..

*Rick stands up*

Rick: TELL ME THE TRUTH, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME ALONE FOR YEARS AFTER FATHER DIED

Marcus: Rick-

Rick: No, Rick, ANSWER ME

Marcus:...

Rick: ANSWER

Marcus: Shut up and I'll tell you...

Rick: Mmk...

Marcus: Rick, now for me I'm the most silent Felder, There is a reason for that because, because, because, I killed mother, father, grand mother, John our brother, and Maria your wife

*Rick stares at Marcus

Marcus: I led it up to this, and now your ending begins...

*Marcus then pulls out a cross bow an shoots Merek in the stomach running away*

Rick: NOOOOOOO!

*Rick runs to Merek, trying to see if he can pull the bolt out*

Merek: C-can you?

Rick: No... I can't, I do this and you die...

Merek: Rick, remember when you and Maria would always take me places and actually enjoy it.

*Rick nods*

Merek: And I would always be-

*Rick looks into Mereks eyes, he tears up*

Rick: Merek? Merek? Merek?

*Rick stands up a very pissed off face, like the one he had in battle when he was with the Roses*

Rick: So then... Two stand, one shall fall.

*Rick graps his armor putting it on, taking out his white rose tabard putting that on and his bandanna, and war paint on.*

Rick: Lets go...

A Respectful Goodbye

Wed, 20 Nov 2013 23:10:23 +0000

JIMIRIQUI

Today will be remembered for various reasons. To many it will be the victorious battle against the dwarves. But to me, and a few close to me will remember this day always. This day we lost one of the most valiant fighters to grace Oren. This day we lost a great one.

As he lay in his grave, I wrote a poem:

I miss Jimiriqui

Jimiriqui is why I cry

He was such a good guy

I am not gonna lie

I loved that donkey more than pie

How I loved Jimiriqui

He made me feel like I could fly

Now I have to say goodbye

I love you Jimiriqui

He would be proud, looking at us from donkey heaven. Defeating our enemy with ease and valour.

He would of led us into battle, but he is gone. Killed by a cliff. We couldn't stop he went to fast I hopped off but he fell and splatted the floor like bird droppings. On this day I pay homage to my friend, to my mentor, to my brother. Rest in peace Jimiriqui, we are free and we will meet again. But not yet, not yet.

Hoscus Evron

Propaganda!

Mon, 18 Nov 2013 23:15:40 +0000

*Posters are spread throughout Oren*

((Asked to make some by Dwarves))

Sins Of The Imperium

Mon, 18 Nov 2013 22:17:10 +0000

Various parchments are found scattered throughout the Oren Imperium. Seemingly printed upon them in large intricate letters reads the following.

“Citizens of the Oren Imperium,

We, the dwarves of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan deliver unto your hands a message of peace and cooperation. Your Lords would have you believe that our war is unrighteous and declared in the name of bringing forth an Empire of sin. Thusly, we wish too to deliver our case. May the creator decide whose cause is the one of righteousness and justice.

You must ask yourself first, what has the Imperium done for the good and ordinary folk of humanity? Do not give in to the lies and deceit that they envelope around your minds. These are men of evil, men who have altered the facts of the past for causes unknown to none other than they. Oren and the human Kingdoms gained their independence not by the will of any human King but by one of dwarves. Dwarves who have sought to preserve the balance of the creator’s world from the dawn of time.

“It is by the final decree of his majesty, Grand King Thorin Grandaxe, the first of his name, ruler of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and the Kingdoms of Salvus, Savoie, Oren, Karakatua and Adunia, Slayer of Skarux the Alpha Dragon of the North, Holy Protector of the Human Race and Liberator of the Elves and Halflings, that the Kingdoms of Savoie and Oren are granted full independence from the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. Furthermore, the realms of Salvus and Karakatua are given a choice to remain under its rule or so too be given the choice to become independant states. This, as the final wish of the Grand King before his death is to be implemented fully in the weeks to come. May his soul rest easy within the grand halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm.”

Our declaration of war was made with these goals in mind. As the Grand King released the Kingdoms of Oren into independence, it was our hope that conflict would be brought to an end. Yet under the tyranny of the ruler who now sits upon the throne of humanity, it has become evident that this is impossible. Imagine first an armed Legion of dwarves trespassing upon the coronation of the human Emperor. Imagine then if these dwarves came with the intent of kidnapping an esteemed guest, disregarding and disrespecting the honour of their host. Then imagine that these dwarves had expanded upon your lands, insulted and mocked you as you declared your faith to the creator. For this is what we, the sons of Urguan have endured and endured in silence.

For our own society was formed around oaths of balance and honour. We do not seek to impose our will or even have participation within the affairs of humanity. What we do seek however, is to offer you the chance to begin anew. To right the wrongs of the past and reform a society in which the rule of good prevails above all else.

Throw off your chains and free yourselves from the shackles of Imperial tyranny.Think of your family and of the lives you have built over the years. In what world would you wish to see your offspring grow up in? A world of terror and absolutism or one of fairness and prosperity? Within the lands of Urguan, the private practise of any religion is free to those who wish it. Yet within the borders of the Oren Empire, you are harassed and imprisoned for following beliefs outside that of Oren’s church. Do the words of your rulers therefore stand true that we seek to bring ruin to your culture by imposing our faith upon you?

For dwarves and humans are not so unlike as so many are led to believe. Many years ago, it was as our world was subjected to the cruel and unforgiving reign of the Krugmar - Malinor alliance that we, the sons of Urguan and Horen fought side by side for the survival of our kin. In this day and age, we of all the races of Anthos, have witnessed the atrocities committed at the hands of aggressors. We do not seek to oppress or enslave Oren as a foreign tyrant. No, it is our intent to cleanse the very heart of the Imperium so that we both may yet again, live freely and in a bountiful peace.

Fight by our side and that of the Houses who oppose the Carrion Empire and you will earn your freedom. Fight by the Imperium however and you fight on in the name of ignorance.”

A Letter To The Rebels

Sun, 17 Nov 2013 23:17:12 +0000

*A dwarven messenger sloth prances into the Oren rebel base, he bears an envelope, sealed with the Lord's Council's Seal. The following letter is found inside upon opening it.*

To our rebel allies,

After much discussion among our council and numerous hours in our chambers arguing, we have finally come to a consensus on the matter of joining you in the rebellion.

Oren has committed vile crimes against us far too many times. They lack honour and could not hold an oath if their lives depended on it, which in this sense, it does. They have broken our treaties, harmed our allies, fail to allow us to preach the holy word and most recently insulted us on a high degree at our King’s Coronation. As for these reasons, along with a general agreement with your cause, we will join you in your battles against Oren.

Of course, our generosity must not be forgotten, and you must agree to the following terms to have effect in the case of your victory:

1. The rebels must allow the Kjell act to be enforced throughout their lands.

2. The rebels must allow the teachings of the Brathmordakin to be preached freely in your land, with a temple constructed in Abresi, in which contains a statue of Grand King Indago.

3. The rebels must make a large payment of iron ingots to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, approximately one cart full. ((1 stack of blocks))

4. The rebels must make a large payment of coal or charcoal to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, approximately one cart full. ((1 stack of blocks))

5. The rebels must allow dwarves to bear arms and armour in their lands at any time, and anyplace.

6. The rebels must remain at peace with Urguan, and help the Grand Kingdom of Urguan in any future conflict, unless it is against an oath.

If you agree to these terms in the whole, then we will join you in your cause with all the might we bear.

We ask that you respond as soon as possible to finalize the terms, and so we can arrange a meeting time and location in order to plan our course of action.

May you have the strength of Dungrimm in your battles.

Signed this Lakh’Ein, Ved’Tria of Trumm

Grand King Indago Stormhammer

Lord Onar Stormhammer

Lord Igor Ireheart

Lord Zahrer Irongrinder

Wild King Dreek Ireheart

The Final Battle Of Kingy Gorlekk

Sun, 17 Nov 2013 18:50:30 +0000

War horns trumped the skies, and Kingy Gorlekk, the First of his Name, The True Ruler of the lands of Abreezi, walked in the gates. For he had come to reclaim his throne.

Frightened were the masses.

Amen.

He killed multiple twiggies.

Amen.

He died fighting.

Amen.

BRAVE were the souls that fought Kingy Gorlekk. He smashed a Doctor's throat, he impaled a Cannibal's face! He fought three guards at once, and made them cower in fear!

But alas... all have their endings.

The armies of ~~Middle Earth~~ Abresi watched in fascination as Gorlekk climbed the guard tower, throwing himself upon the leader. They clambered down, fighting to the death. He was impaled, but not before...

Pounds of feces were seen.

For Kingy Gorlekk had feasted before this moment, and a beautiful array of **** flew from him, as he slid onto the sword. The last words of his glory were uttered.

"For thy people.."

As his body started to defecate, his body expelled all the toxins of himself! And his body literally erupted into a mass array of farts and feces. For this is the creed of Kingy Gorlekk.

The First of His Name.

House De Rosaen [Recruiting & Reformed]

Sat, 16 Nov 2013 01:55:44 +0000

House de Rosaen

"Navus Vincere"

House de Rosaen, a relatively recent interloper on the world scene, can trace its roots back to the ancient bloodlines of de Stolistes and Emberhaerdt. Having cut all ties with old things, Hanseti and Vincere included, House de Rosaen stands ready to burst forth onto the world stage, as a force for the advancement of humanity, uncompromisingly adhering to its principles for the advancement of humankind through righteousness and education.

History

Founding:

Sarah Emberhaerdt, historical mother of the de Rosaen bloodline, abandoned her family in order to pursue her own religious beliefs— ones that her family considered heretical. Before discovering the intricacies of her newfound faith, she determined that she needed to live a healthy life, full of learning, in order to find true meaning. The de Rosaen bloodline was created in her marriage to Navus'Lorundil Vincere, and, as she began to realize the fulness of the true faith, she adopted for herself the name Sarah Rosalynn de Rosaen. In the bloodline's early years, its members lived in the shadows, in order to avoid overwhelming persecution. Only in recent years have they come forth, drawn out from their lives of hiding by the light of righteousness, in order to purify a world utterly corrupted by the manifold evils of humanity.

The First Cycle

The husband and wife sought refuge, penniless as the rest of the world, on Elysium and Kalos after the humbling and destruction of Asulon. There, Sarah Rosalynn concieved and gave birth to her only child, Isabeau. During her entire childhood they nurtured her, watching over her development carefully, culturing, educating, and training her until her childish cuteness flowered into womanly beauty during the early years of Anthos. She married Marcus de Stoilstes, and her mother, gripped by age, passed soon afterward. Lorundil, grief-stricken, retreated out of civilization, and lived in hiding.

The Marcus Crisis

Isabeau and Marcus upheld an honorable name for de Rosaen during the early years. Isabeau concieved her firstborn, and giving birth to him, named him Christopher. His birth gave hope to the couple that their line would live on. Together the couple trained him as Isabeau's parents had trained herself. Seven years from Christopher's birth, Isabeau concieved a second time, and gave birth to another son, Constantine. In the next three years, Marcus seemed to grow distant emotionally. Finally, his sanity broke, and, for love of her children, Isabeau left Marcus, whose madness was becoming ever-more violent. In four years time, the mother of her two sons, the remnants of the fledgling line, disgraced by her divorce, took her own life in the rose fields of the shining Silver City, Haelun'Or.

The Second Cycle

The brothers— men now, ready to face the world— gained much influence in the wake of the de Rosaen crisis. Their reach was so great, that in order to check their growth, the Church of Oren sought out their religious beliefs, looking for a way to destroy them. The Church's subterfuge discovered the intricacies of the Rosaen faith, and led the Church Fathers to declare House de Rosaen heretics. In the wake of this insult, Christopher and his brother became flagships in multiple rebellions against the oppressive Imperial authority. Fighting intensified as the Doom Chart of Anthos's warning grew. The followers of Rosaen culture and religion rallied together to prepare for the end of the era, and the flight to yet another world, to establish a new kingdom in righteousness, a shining example of good to the world of men.

The Rosaen Family Tree

Sarah Rosalynn de Rosaen

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~

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Navus'Lorundil Vincere

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Isabeau de Rosaen

-

~

-

Marcus "Pretender" de Stolistes

~

Constantine de Rosaen

Christopher de Rosaen

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~

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Katherynn Emberheardt

-

Marcus de Rosaen

Alive members:

Christopher de Rosaen - Alive

Marcus de Rosaen - Alive

Constantinte de Rosaen - Alive

Katherynn Emberhaerdt - Alive ( Passive )

Marcus de Stolistes - Dead

Sarah Rosalynn de Rosaen - Dead

Navus'Lorundil Vincere - Alive

Traits:

A Rosaen has a longer life span then common humans, as High elven blood still passes on throughout the generations. From young age a Rosaen is taught the ways of politics and diplomacy, as well as fanaticism in fighting for the greater good. The minds of a Rosaen are mostly philosophic, and compassionate. Yet the innocent minds of Rosaen children are haunted by the curse of depression.

A Rosaen is around 6"0 foot tall, their skin tone is mostly pale. Their eyes show sea blue as their hair remains dark brown. Their posture is elegant, but the unhealthy way of standing causes a Rosaen to have hernia, or Hickory from young age. The Rosaen is not strong, but with their fanatic mentality they can learn to be.

Joining de Rosaens,

If you want to play a Rosaen, simply fill in this short format.

MC Name:

Timezone:

Activity:

Skype: ( Required ):

Which vacant character do you wish to play?: ( We would solve this through PM's if necessary )

Will this be your main character:

Anything else:

[Forum Rp] The Exiled Entry

Thu, 14 Nov 2013 16:52:34 +0000

The cold busy streets of Abresi could from afar. With a tight grip on his blade and ropes of of horse, he thinks through if he actually wants to do this. He isn't seen yet, nor did he violate any initiative rules. Wouldn't it be foolish to enter Abresi after exiled, after being betrayed by the evil citizens? Marcus was lone, he had no point to live. After Amber de Stolistes took her life, he didn't have any cause.. Only hate, painful hate.

As the sun rises above Abresi, Marcus de Stolistes slowly rides towards the gate, In his Cerberus doctor uniform, covered in the blood of his last patient. First the people didn't recognize him without his common wealthy outfit. But the Cerberus insignia and the flames in Marcus' eyes could be seen, seen by the people he was betrayed by.

He walks through the gate, and looks around with people gathering looking shocked. There was not much time before the guards would run to execute the exiled Marcus. But he wanted to die with atleast some souls, the souls of the demonic people of Abresi. He stood there, and awaited the Saints to make a move against him.

~OOC~

I want to perma kill Marcus, but atleast with some community influence.

Please do not:

Metagame

Powergame

"trollz posts becuz epic"

Thank you!

A Single Rose Amidst The Ashes...

Thu, 14 Nov 2013 14:00:11 +0000

As the ship drew near to the dock, a lone figure stood out upon the deck. Clad in a ragged leather cloak with an upturned hood, the only remarkable thing about this individual was his height. He was tall - too tall for a human, and yet his stature spoke of a rather muscular build under his rough clothing. A half-breed perhaps. Protruding over his right shoulder was the hilt of a claymore, sized accordingly to it's owner, and wrapping in a simple black leather. Another soldier of fortune then? It's not as if the land wasn't plagued with their kind already.

The ship groaned to a near halt, sending the crew began bustling about, preparing for the long and arduous process of unloading all of the cargo... made worse by the fact that it meant less time they could spend at the dockside pubs and inns. With a smooth stride, the hooded figure set out upon the dock, causing the warped planks to creak beneath the weight of his booted feet. -But, there was something in the way that he walked. It spoke of a militant upbringing, years spent being forced to stand in a very precise manner... and his hands were clasped before him as if in prayer. Breaking finally into the sunlight past the docks where the great mass of ships cast a long shadow, the figure reached up to flip his hood down. His nearly sickly looking pale skin and long, white hair reflected the glorious light, longing for it even. They were not the only luminescent attributes about him though. Giving a thankful glance to the sky for such a lovely day, his eyes seemed to catch ablaze. Orange... with a bit of a red tint. Clearly inherited from his parents... as was perhaps the necklace about his throat. Simple, with a metal band to hold it in place, and resting against his sternum, was the flower of a rose, carved from ivory.

Looking back down from the heavens, he took the time to get his bearings. A youth in a new land with only tales and descriptions of people to look for to go on. Perhaps those he came in contact with along the road would recognize him for his likeness to his father and mother... or perhaps their names meant nothing anymore. With a soft sigh, he shrugged the strap of his satchel into a more comfortable position and set out down the path.

"Creator watch over me." he whispered, lifting the necklace to kiss it gently.

((If you'd like to RP bumping into him along his journey, please feel free to do so. If you're not sure who his parents are given my name and his description, then you probably wouldn't recognize him... and no, I don't expect anybody to know his name. Go on then, he doesn't bite.))

The Ending Of The Felders Volume 2

Thu, 14 Nov 2013 02:38:11 +0000

It was a colder day, Marcus and Merek sit and fish at a river, they sound of the water moving down the stream make Rick proud.

Rick: Merek, this is what me and my father did.

Merek: Yeah I would think s-

Rick: Watch out!

*A bolt shoots at Rick and Merek hitting a tree, Merek and Rick*\

Marcus: Welcome to War of the Felders Rick!

Rick: Marcus!

Marcus: Ha, ha, ha... Rick you were always weak on the inside but seemed strong on the outside, Me and and father had a conversation once on how you were actually a disgrace to the Felder family, you see, you were not to grow up and be racist against elves, and kill those that have hurt you in the past, YOU WERE TO MAKE PEACE.

*Rick looks at Marcus frowning*

Rick: Really?

*Rick looks at Marcus, than Merek*

*with a few seconds of silence Rick finally speaks*

Rick: See Marcus... I guess I wasn't born to be a Felder... I WAS BORN TO BECOME A ROSE!

*At thaty second Rick took out a rock and threw it at Marcus face, hitting him*

*Marcus falls*

Marcus: YOU... YOU... YOU... ROOOSEEEE

*Rick walks away sword in the air*

*A VICTORY FOR THE FIRST PART OF THE FELDER CIVIL WAR HAS BEEN DONE*

The Loyalist Confederacy

Wed, 13 Nov 2013 19:27:15 +0000

Hitherto separate in aims and in culture, the Houses of Winter, Ruthern, and Dunham unite in their shared commitment for a better defense of the Imperium of Oren and its Carrion Vochna. These houses pledge the following:

1. To pledge assistance and support militarily and economically to each of the other houses should one be under attack.

2. To pledge to unite forces to subdue the enemies of the Imperium of Oren and its Carrion Vochna.

3. To pledge to respect and protect the borders, reputation, and citizenry of each involved house.

4. To pledge to guide the Imperium of Oren in a direction of positive development and prosperity.

The Loyalist Confederacy will be led in cooperation by the King Edward Winter II, the Count Ailred Ruthern, and the Baron William Dunham, to promote a new age of prosperity and security within the borders of the Imperium.

Signed,

King Edward Winter II of Herendul, King-paramount of the northern lands and peoples

Count Ailred Ruthern of Visegrad, Protector of the Eastern Seas

Baron William Dunham of Cavan, Patriach of the Bristiric peoples

The Ignoble Invasion

Mon, 18 Nov 2013 16:07:14 +0000

Papers can be found around Oren, they are handwritten on simple paper, and unsigned.

For the people, I will give plain words.

In the time of Godfrey and Horen V, humanity prospered and reached across the horizon. It fostered the growth of citzen-projects and cultural development. However, when the Emperor Horen V sailed away with his militaries and kin to spread the word of the Creator, Oren was left without a true leader. Under William III, the weakened and disorderly Oren broke into five kingdoms by the scheming of the dwarven Grand-King, who encouraged and protected nobles who broke from William’s weakening rule.

For many years we were subjected to the humiliating laws of the empire of Urguan, and our cultural identity was slowly lost under their control. It was only under the Carrion banner that the human race was freed from the shackles of dwarven persecution, and reunited into a single state under the wise rule of Siegmund Carrion. It is under his rule that the great urban planners, Tuv the Bastard and Joseph Lane, revitalized and remodeled the city of Abresi. It is under his rule that countless corrupt nobles were expelled from Oren for stealing land and minas from the common-man. It is under his rule that the Imperium of Oren became the first human state with the prosperity of the people first in the minds of its rulers.

These “royal rebels” and their allies commit a crime against the human race. The Tarus rebels not only destabilize the otherwise effective and prosperous Carrion dynasty, but also pledge to revert the humans to being slaves to the dwarven oppressors that we so recently rid ourselves of. They scheme to replace the True Faith with the heretical dwarven religion, to erect statutes of the dwarven emperor in your cities, and to give away your homeland to the tyranny of a mad king.

Further, do not let the title of “Grand-King” fool you. The dwarven emperor intends to reclaim the lost lands of Urguan’s empire, extending their heresies and tyranny across the length of Anthos. That any man would subject not only himself, but his countrymen, to the rule of a foreign empire just for the cold weight of a crown upon his head? This is the mark of a power-hungry snake, who slithers through the green fields of prosperity, causing disorder and panic, so that he might only take for himself the little morsel within.

This snake, Slade Tarus, wants his crown but cares not for the people. His followers are the deposed and frivolous nobility that the Carrions have done us such a favor in removing, and the false-knights of the Teilarian mockery. He does not have the backing of the people of our great nation, he has the backing of short heretics, power-hungry nobility, and fools. Slade Tarus launches no “royal rebellion”, he launches an ignoble invasion. Do you want this sort of snake wearing the imperial crown?

Fight for your homes, fight for your family and your friends, fight for your possessions, and fight for the freedom of humanity.

Chop off the snake’s head.

A Brief Dissertation On Metaphysical Knowledge

Wed, 13 Nov 2013 05:59:03 +0000

On the shore of the Abresi Harbor a wooden tube is found sealed tightly and coated in pine tar. The tube has been weathered by the waters of the seas and the passing of time, but it is structurally intact, and has not had its seal broken. Emblazoned on the wood is the double cross of the Faith. Within is a scroll that reads as such:

A Brief Dissertation on Metaphysical Knowledge

Researched and Written by:

Lord Gilneas of House Vivyaen

Chaplain of the Faith,

and Lord Steward of the Holy Oren Empire.

1425

Never hath I be’en capable of comprehending the silence of true isolation as I hath in these virgin lands. Always hath I be’en in proximity to the great centers of populations, but nary hath I stepped foot into a land as unmarred by the descendant races as I have when I arrived here from Elysium accompanied only by a company of softer-minded work men. Forsooth, in meditation I believe I hath ventured further into the realms of the transmundane than most men devoid of magical energies hath before.

On the mount that crowns the site of His Majesty, the Emperor Godfrey’s future capital, I fasted for a week. Through the pain of starvation, the thin air of the mountain top, and the smoke of incense I saw through shimmering windows of consciousness and time the wonders of all worlds, and they were beautiful. This dissertation shall begin by describing these wonders, then I shall describe mine method of experiencing them (however I shall exclude specifics as an act of caution), and I will conclude by discussing the implications of this discovery.

The sixth day of mine fast yielded unprecedented results in my meditation. Though construction continued on the city below, the silence, both tangible and spiritual was overwhelming, and I could hear what previously was muted. I hath termed it the Cloud of Voices, and it came to me as an ever shifting mass of vibrations. I immersed mineself within the Cloud of Voices; my starvation becoming an imperceptible minor occurrence in these universes of infinite knowledge. I heard voices speak my name, and the names of all I knew, and they described the actions of our pasts that were both known and unknown. To my great surprise, I learned of the events of this new land, and the lands of Elysium though I was so far removed from them. I also learned of events to come, from what seemed logical and probable, to the most strange and impossible of conjectures. The voices spoke of all the denizens of Aegis and Asulon personally and impersonally as if they were a cast of characters tied together by bonds none could comprehend. They spoke of the past, present, and future in a way that inspired primal fear within me, and overwhelmed as I was, I listened for new voices.

Within the Cloud, I listened to a cacophony of voices singing tales of different worlds, different technologies, and different beings in all the languages there ever was, is, and will be, and in this chorus I realized how insignificant we children are to the Grandeur of Creation.

I awoke from my stupor on the seventh day lying upon the shore of a great and unrecognizable sea. The sky was black but glow’d with an ethereal luminescence; beneath it waves of parchment ebbed and flowed. I stood an ant upon the coast of the Sea of Scrolls and awed at the infinite compendium of wisdom before me. I swam amongst the waves, lost in characters, symbols, and languages of every people, of every nation, of every realm, and world, and universe within the great multitude.

The papers lacerated me as I propelled myself through the waves, and I bled the blood of knowledge and the crimson of my veins was the ink of my essence. From the sea I found every text of our world; every text of Aegis, Asulon, the Verge, Elysium, Kalos, this virgin land, and all lands we inhabited before and will traverse in the future. The deeper I swam the more I learned of our Creation, and the discourses of our universe’s natural laws as written by the Aenguls and the Daemons, and the further out I swam the more dissimilar the knowledge written applied to our present waking reality.

I awoke the night of the seventh day back on the top of the mount that would crown the future capital. I understood now the essence of our nature and the nature of all things, and I wept at the horror mine senses experienced. Man all-knowing, cannot be a man living free. I saw that which the Creator hath seen, and heard, and spoken, and written; I know now the sin I, and others like me, hath committed.

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My method was perfected in the years I spent aiding and directing the construction of the future city. I shall write of it in sweeping generalities so as to prevent others from achieving this heresy. Three months I subsisted off of a diet of honey combs taken from bees of the western marches, tea of mint taken from the forests of the south, and the substantial root of a native tree from the far west of the continent. On the third of every week at the break of dawn and the fall to dusk I meditated at the summit of the mount hanging by dislocated arms from the boughs of an apple tree.

Every seventh day, I performed self-flagellation of a specific number and frequency and prayed until the dawn of the next day. The final week of the three months I ceased my diet and subsisted only upon a cask of wine that had been distilled and aged beside the fallen stars in the Holy Land of Asulon. The sixth day of my fast began my visions.

I will not yield the in-depth specifics of my method, knowing that others will attempt what I hath done to achieve power and greatness. What I hath done is heresy, yet it must be understood that the extent of our Father’s Creation is greater and more complex than anything precedented. The knowledge taken from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls may be observed, but its use would be tantamount to the highest order of sins.

I understand now a phenomenon which hath plagued us voyagers between lands. The occasions in which individuals or groups of people would obtain information and knowledge that would be impossible for them to have ever possibly learned. The people who appear knowing all, yet hath never spent an hour learning. Those who doth appear and know the name and history of an individual they hath never known, or in stranger cases when they refer to individuals by strange codes and monikers. These individuals hath listened to the Cloud of Voices or read from the Sea of Scrolls, perhaps by a fluke, or perhaps with malcontent. In either case, it results in great illogical disruptions in time and perception. Individuals will retain forbidden knowledge one day, and hours and even weeks will be wiped from their mind the next. Populations that bore witness to an event that was triggered by such forbidden knowledge will split themselves between those who recall the event through various imperfect accounts, and those who hath forgotten and hath lost days, weeks, months, and even years of their lives as if the thread of their life was retract to a time before such knowledge was commonplace. In some cases the violators who caused such strange discrepancies in reality will vanish without a trace some never to be seen again, and others who appear years or even decades later with stories as varied as grains of sand on a beach.

What is known becomes uncertain when individuals consume the fruits of Metaphysical Knowledge.

As such, to learn from the Cloud of Voices and the Sea of Scrolls should be considered punishable by death except to the greatest of beings who would never utter a word. Those that speak what only the Creator and his Highest of Creations may know are the highest order of heretic for they seek to disrupt the order of our waking reality.

I, Gilneas of the House Vivyaen, shall seal this document and cast it out to sea where it shall join into the Sea of Scrolls until such a time that it is deemed reasonable for it to be seen by mortal eyes a’gain. I know that when this appears again that I shall be far from these virgin lands following my Emperor to the ends of the world and beyond for it is my duty. I plead mercy from the Creator for my sins, and beg that the knowledge of the potential abuses of these transmundane libraries shall be used to slay heretics who wish to reap the benefits of that which God only knows.

Deus Vult

((Right I figure I should mention that you can take this or leave it. It is an attempt at a pseudo religious dissertation that would explain metagaming and the issues retconning roleplay would have on the understanding of time for our characters. The Cloud of Voices is symbolically Skype and Teamspeak for Lord of the Craft, and in a broader sense it is supposed to be vocal communication in all worlds. The Sea of Scrolls is a very thinly veiled metaphor for the forums and then the internet as an extension. Again take it or leave it. Your character can simply believe this is the rantings of a madman, and it very well could be, he did starve himself and only drink wine for a week.))

The Death Of The Rebel Elf

Thu, 14 Nov 2013 21:03:08 +0000

The chaos of Abresi unfolded under the shaded blackness of his mind. They green eyes slowly opened to see a fight unfolding outside of the cell. The eyes dart across the cell, watching every movement in a state of frustration. The rescuers are far outnumbered compared to the men of Oren. The elf looked up into the sky, his eyes began to emit a disappointed sadness. The dagger slowly slid out of the sheath on his arm as he looked to the scene. The pommel of the dagger contained a crimson Lorraine cross. The light glimmered off of the iron dagger. A tear rolled down the cold cheek as the dagger was brought to the chest. "Creator, forgive me." The dagger dug deep into the chest penetrating the heart. The muscular body of the elf leaned to the side before it violently collapsed onto the cold wooden floor. Blood began to pour from the lips as he let out a final word "Deus Magnus." Life began to drift away from his body as his eye's flickered shut. The rebel lay there limp in the Abresi cell, surrounded by the men of Oren.

The Fallen Fruit Of The Tree

Wed, 13 Nov 2013 01:48:34 +0000

Decisions. Decisions made, wise it may be, foolish it may be. Change whirled. Change needed? That was another world of debate.

Decisions. Decisions made in life. Decisions to seek life. Decisions to seek yourself, understand yourself, in order to live life.

It was confusing. Not knowing what you wanted. What would make you full with satisfaction? What would make you giddy with joy? What would make silent tears drip unseen?

Would it be too selfish of me, to indulge in my sense of loss?

Life flashes, like illusions, a blink of an eye. Young dreams, dreams of passion, of great deeds, of great fame, of great power, life’s temptations where countless.

With no doubt, reality is confronting. One can only be content with what is given.

Or did we have the decision, to face, to strive, to seek?

Why did it seem, I sought, but yielded nothing? Looking in the wrong place? Was it me, that didn’t seek with enough effort?

Had I complained, was this some kind of punishment?

Upon time, it seems as if, even my values had deserted me. What had left?

My faith, my hope in life?

Perhaps, upon this bare sheet of life, where I had tried, to spill, to scratch with ink, perhaps it was not for me to write upon.

Such thought came jarringly, dulling my senses. Was this a lesson, descended upon me? Was this a grace, was this abandonment? Was this to justify my irrevocable decision, or to prevent it? Eyes flickered, first time in life, with clarity.

"It is time... cleanse my soul."

Mercy wiggled in his tiny cage. Freedom he longed. A shadow loomed over him, it fuelled his determination.

Soon free.

At last.

Tipped, down into.

It raced.

Through the corridors of red.

Seeking the centre.

Thud. Completion.

Eyes froze. Staring upon the sky. Staring at the sunrise of the finest lights.

A book a title clutched in her hand, it was deep blue, rimmed with gold. It was a thin book, very, with only two pages.

The pages crackled as you lifted the cover. In fine printed letters it first wrote.

"It is dark, no moon, no light

Just darkness, a starless sky

The winds blow, the waves break

A single firefly passes by

Soon the firefly is gone

Leaving me in the darkest of nights

The tiny fly made me anticipate

A sunrise with the finest lights"

But behind these two pages, there was spidery writing scribbled, it beckoned, as if reviving the significant yet tiny image of the bug.

"It is empty, no dark, no light

Just hollow, blind, lost

The heart longs, the hand reaches

A single firefly passes by

It leaves me a fruit of the tree

A sunrise of the finest lights

The tiny fly made me anticipate

His understanding benevolent judgement."

((Essentially. Amber is dead. PK.))

The Village Of Trinity

Tue, 12 Nov 2013 07:16:38 +0000

Hello my name is Tyrion Trinity Mayor of a new village called "Trinity" and i am inviting new comers and people who would love to make stores and shops... Contact me ((GoldyFlame69)) for any details.. We are east of the could temple.

Abandoned House

Mon, 11 Nov 2013 05:49:37 +0000

I found a house near the Cloud temple that has sings of saying that people moved out... "The Edenburgh Foundation" And i wish to take it over... Does it belong to anyone, and if so can i have it?

Furnestock And Silverblade

Sun, 10 Nov 2013 22:15:34 +0000

Gundir Silverblade returns from his travels into the deep wilderness. As he walks into Abresi he is abruptly interrupted by shouts about a rebellion. Gundir, being the inquisitive man he is decided to ask the man about the rebellion and he heard about House Silverblade, his house rebelling in order to claim Furnestock. Gundir was bewildered by what the man claimed his family was doing, his father was dead, he was the heir to Furnestock something must be done he thought. He pondered for a few moments and sought out the emperor. Once he met with the emperor he told him, “Your Imperial Majesty, you’re aware of the situation with House Silverblade, yes? I by law inherited Furnestock from my father when he passed away and wish to give up House Silverblades claim to Furnestock to House Carrion.” Gundir takes a sip of water from his water bottle and awaits the response of the emperor.

OOC: Please don't make those awkward passive aggressive comments regarding Silverblade or Furnestock that are on most rp posts? No ooc also.

The Massacre Of The Silver Storm

Sun, 10 Nov 2013 17:36:55 +0000

-1st of Deep Cold, 1445-

The streets of Abresi were bustling with life. The Emperor was in the guard headquarters talking and helping to train the guards. All seemed well except for an armored figure running through the alleyways. The Emperor rounded up a squad of guards and advanced on the man's position. They chased him onto the second level of the city. Soon the guards caught up with him though and began to try and arrest him. The man looked over into the mountain slightly and let out a loud whistle as a horde of armored men converged onto the position of the Emperor. The strelt guards stared into the horde in surprise as they lose interest in the man they were arresting. The man backs away slowly to join the horde of men. One man of the horde lets out a loud scream before all the men of the horde charge at the Emperor and his guards.

Swords strike and lives are lost. The bloody aftermath of the encounter costs the lives of the guards as well as the Emperor himself. Huron Silverblade, one of the leaders of the rebel, strides forward toward the fallen Emperor and beheads the body, holding the head of the “great” Emperor in the air. The men stuff the head of the man into a potato sack as they continue their march throughout the city. They make their way down to the prison passing many citizens that stare at them in awe, some cheer and some fear. As they arrive at the prison they notice a man guarding a prisoner. They take it upon themselves to slay the guard and release the female inside of the prison. The men prepared to leave the city until the men of the Cardinal Cross entered the city in full combat armor. The heads of the Cardinal Cross rolled onto the streets as the horde of liberators marched out of the city rejoicing their victory that came from the onslaught.

The Beginning Of The End For The Felders.

Sun, 10 Nov 2013 05:26:19 +0000

It was a nice warm day as Rick Felder walks through the woods, going to where his son would most likely be. *Rick stops as a hooded man stops in front of him* The Man says, "How are you doing today brother Felder, *he chuckles*." Rick says back to the man, "Who are ye' and how do ye' know my name." *The Hooded man takes his hood off* *Rick's eyes widen*, Marcus..., Marcus says, Yes, it's me. Rick says, Marcus I thought you killed your self, you are a heretic and if you try to hurt my son or me I will rip your head off, and shut it up your dead arse. Marcus says, No, We, the Felder will end... Shortly that is, *The corrupted minded Marcus chuckles as he walks away deeper into the Woods.

Rick says, Then Marcus, shall this be the war of the Felders 2 vs 1, seems pretty easy to kill someone that isn't my brother, my real brother died long ago, this is not 'im nor my brother.

The Bonding Of Brothers

Sat, 09 Nov 2013 23:25:22 +0000

A calm breeze strolls through Abresi at a time of peace, and prosperity among the community. City life was teeming at a prosperous rate as the winds invited the audio of laughing children and singing birds. Within this wind also held an intruding sound but not an uninviting one. The sounding of hearty chuckles muffled through the air as it sourced from the Abresi Tavern. Within the Tavern sat four good friends from the Holy Griffon Order. These men were Andrik Tarus, Thane Raloch, Theobalt Rolnik and William Veckon, all sat at the bar hunched over a counter masked in Ale. As they drank they exchanged compliments of friendship and humorous jokes as they enjoyed one of few benefits life had to offer.

Andrik Tarus, Son of Slade Tarus entered the tavern with a warm welcome thrown straight towards him by his fellow brothers at the bar.

"Hail brother Andrik! Have an Ale on me!" announces William, sliding over behind the counter as he slowly pours a mug of ale from the nearest keg, sliding it across the counter into the palm of Andrik. With each of them in possession of an Ale, they briefly nod to one another, raising their brim filled mugs high and proclaiming "To the Creator and his blessings!" then taking a large swig as fluid runs down the beards and chins.

"Ah the Holy Griffon Order, what wonders we shall achieve in the future brothers. I must say sitting here with you men reminds me of my fathers experiences in the White Rose he used to tell me about. I pray our succession shall be as prosperous as theirs!" Thane explains grinning to his fellow Neophytes as they all cry out "Here here!" colliding together one anothers mugs as they drink to their new found brotherhood.

The Book Of Truth

Sat, 09 Nov 2013 13:17:33 +0000

As you walk down the Anthos Highway towards the human lands, you spot a dusty, worn old book wedged between two large rocks. If curiosity should spark, you may find yourself motivated to open and have a read.

Foreword: Svengal Ulfhaedyn, son of Aedric "Elvesbane".

It has happened at last - I have found the evidence I have at last been looking for! While elvenkind will surely burn in the deepest pits of the nether for their constant and repeated atrocities against man, they can at least be thanked for their incessant need to record everything in a high level of accuracy, even that which does not reflect their disgusting race in a favorable light.

Here, I display an excerpt from the stories told by man, elf, orc and dwarf since the beginning of time. The final defeat of Iblees: in his final moments as the creator banished him into his firey prison, the demon cursed all peoples, present and future which still fell under his power, with the following words, as recounted by the individual known as "the Wandering Wizard" also known as Availer, a mysterious creature that supposedly assisted the mortal races during the second war with Iblees.

“You believe you may simply banish me from this plane and that my taint
shall not last? I have touched this world with evil and it shall forever
be part of the souls that inhabit it.

Malin, I curse you with sterility, you and your kin shall forever lack
the children they need. May your forest halls forever be silent, and
your hearts heavy with sadness.

Urguan, your greed and lust shall overcome you, you are not worthy of
the height God gave you, your descendants shall be short, squalid and
ugly. You will always seek to find Gold and Gems in the deep underground
of the earth, your hunger never satisfied.

Horen, you wish immortality? I will curse you with the opposite, early
death for you and your kin. You shall age quickly and die before you
experience the fruits of your useless labour.

And you Krug, the most hated of The Descendants, you shall always have
the lust of war. You are strong? Well, the strength shall be used
against your brothers, used to pillage and murder! Your lust for battle
shall be unsatisfied and your descendants shall grow ugly and
heartless.”

Or so we have been deceived into believing, as very few individuals who took part in this final battle survived, there are fewer yet actual records of what transpired during these last moments. The children of Krug, due to their nature, both before and after Iblees, had, understandably little interest in remembering what transpired, other the fact that there had in fact been a battle. Also, the dwarven records of this time seem to have been destroyed in a series of planned purges between the years of 700 and 1300, likewise, the human records were entirely demolished when the orcish hordes, at the behest of Krug, sacked the city of Oren in the early years of recorded time.

This left me with a single avenue to seek the answer I was after: Why is mankind so inclined to hate "peace-loving" elves? The truth I discovered shocked me. While raiding Malinorian records in the final days before our flight from Asulon, I discovered a truth that shook even my families undying hatred for elvenkind.

The words, kept under lock and key in the Elven records, that were spoken by Iblees, were in fact quite different:

“You believe you may simply banish me from this plane and that my taint
shall not last? I have touched this world with evil and it shall forever
be part of the souls that inhabit it.

Malin, I find no need to curse you, for so many of your kind have already

willingly submitted to me now and will on my return in the distant future. The

curse you will bear, is not of my doing, but of your own. Even you have done

by work, if you realize it or not.

Urguan, your greed and lust shall overcome you, you are not worthy of
the height God gave you, your descendants shall be short, squalid and
ugly. You will always seek to find Gold and Gems in the deep underground
of the earth, your hunger never satisfied.

Horen, the immortality you hope for will never arrive. Your longevity has

already been stripped away thanks to the labors of the twisted heart of your

brother Malin. You will age quickly and die before you ever taste the fruits

your your pointless labors.

And you Krug, the most hated of The Descendants, you shall always have
the lust of war. You are strong? Well, the strength shall be used
against your brothers, used to pillage and murder! Your lust for battle
shall be unsatisfied and your descendants shall grow ugly and
heartless.”

The drive that all men feel at some point in their lives - the drive to rid the world of elvenkind - is no trick of the mind. This drive is not the result of warlust as the elves would try to have told us, nor is it the influence of years of misinformation, no, indeed this drive is the burning desire to have what was stolen from us returned to us: our lifeforce. My further digging in the archives, shortly before having being forced to vacate the scene by some intrusive sentinels shed light on the words of Iblees.

Twas indeed a dark day when I saw this. Seeing the populations of Laurelin depleting evermore in the twenty three years of war against Iblees, Malin himself realized that even if a handful of elves lived to see the end of bloodshed, there would never be enough children to rebuild, given the limited lifespan of elvenkind at this point. Knowing the children of Horen bred fastest out of his brothers progeny, Malin, alongside a handful of his most trusted children, gathered up a hundred elven babes and sacrificed them in the heart of Laurelin (a location I am led to believed existed below the infamous "Gauntlet" obstacle course).

Calling upon the powers of the great evil itself, Malin used to lifeforce of the elven children to create a powerful spell which permanently tore out the lifeforce from all of mankind, present and future, save Horen himself as due to his divine creation, was immune to such tampering. Horen and the other sons of Men were completely unaware of what had transpired.

Malin however was aware this spell was bound to elven souls, likely due to the fact that so many were consumed in its casting, and immediately slew his assistants in the matter to hide his crimes.

As the final battle came to its conclusion, the words which the angels of the Creator told to us, as recounted by the Wandering Wizard, the elves in fact received no blessing, instead a curse - that nothing would await Malin, nor his children upon their death, the orcs, the men and the dwarves would all live after their mortal bodies expired, but elvenkind would be bound in eternal suffering. Malin, in a great panic, worsened his crime, by using his powerful black magics to alter the memory of the event in Horen's mind.

This is why we hate elvenkind so; All men are wired this way so to speak, they can feel the stolen years in the elves, even if we have no knowledge of the event. But there is still hope, Malin bound the spell with the souls of elves, and thus it will be undone with the souls of elves. When every last drop of elven blood is spilt, even that of half-elves and other half-bred abominations, mankind will be returned to its rightful place. Our long life restored.

Raise up arms brothers and sisters. Burn Luminaire! Sack Lin'everal! End the macecatcher menace! It is the only way to return us to our birthright! Yet, there are still questions to be answered: Why did the Wandering Wizard choose to deceive the nations so, and to what end?

~ Svengal Ulfhaedyn

A Speech To The People Of Oren

Sat, 09 Nov 2013 01:16:26 +0000

Verus strides along the roads of Anthos. His armor clanks as his feet beat upon rough ground that many others have treaded on before him. A group of other armored figures create his company. They stride alongside him as he marches along. The group visits many towns along their route as they preach the good word of the revolution. The eyes of the ordinary men stare at the gates of Old Abresi as they make their last stop. The men march up to the main gates of the new city of Abresi and continue inside seeing the absence of guards and the malfunctioning of the gate system. They continue their march into the Abresi square until a man removes his helmet looking into the bustling square. The men beside him watch the crowd and the man for all violence or potential threats. Conspirators of the men lurk in the shadows watching the roofs and other vantage points. The lips of the man pulse as his vocals kick into effect.

People of Abresi, we live in a time that has disappointed many of us.

Men have been corrupted by the greed that has been laid before them,

And our society has swiftly become deteriorated under the rule of false Kings.

The human realm has now become the puppet of a once strelt ruffian that now crowns himself Emperor.

A man that has shown brute force in the wrong ways.

A man that has killed innocents and oppressed those under his rule.

He and his band of ex-ruffians now rule our society, and therefore rule you.

And does not care for you as a King should.

His allegiances fold to the killers of innocent people and the long dreaded bandits of our lands.

The murderers of children and sorcerers of blood lay themselves under his rule.

He goes against his own people by allying the Kingdom with the recently former raiders of the city of Abresi.

The men that plunged the guard force into a state of motionless deterioration.

These men now serve the ruffian that you call your Emperor.

But you do not have to bend to a ruler that neglects you

We have answered the cries of the people, and we are here to help friends.

Raise thy sword and thy shield!

And let justice ring!

The man places his helmet back on his head as he finishes his speech. The men stand at his side as he turns to exit the city with his company marching beside him and conspirators watching from the rooftops.

((Trolly responses will be removed by FM's.))

Ascension Of A Knight-Brother

Sat, 09 Nov 2013 01:04:42 +0000

Lord Griffon Malric Varodyr stood outside his humble abode, waiting for Matthew of House Dunham to make appearance. Seeing him arrive, Malric, nodding to him, led him inside. Then, Matthew stood in front of the Altar, while Malric himself stood above him, his eyes closed, and his hands in fold. After collecting his thoughts, Malric, after letting out a sigh, finally began to speak.

“Do you, Matthew Dunham, swear on the mercy of Saint St. Lucien, The Righteous Flame, and his Maker, the Creator, to forever uphold the One True Faith, to declare all foreign religions as damnable, and damned be all those who forsake the path of the Creator.To swear your blood and steel for the Order, as did many others before you by the grace of Saint Daniel, to lay your life down when the Church calls forth His armies.

To be the stalwart defender of the innocent, the helpless, and the defenceless, to light the path should shadows fall upon it,truly and surely.

To conform to the laws of the Empire, made by his divinity Emperor Siegmund, and to protect the Lord Griffon, to heed his call and serve selflessly.”

Matthew then cleared his throat as he raised his chin, marking the Lorraine cross on his chest as he began his oath.

The path I choose is,

I pledge myself, from now and forever, to the Order of the Griffon. I declare to take freely and solemnly this oath of obedience, brotherhood and piety. With this oath I state my strong and irrevocable intent. To pledge my sword, my forces, my life and everything that I own to the cause, defense, honour and further knowledge of the Church of the True Creator, of the Order of the Cross and of my companions in arms.

To defend the pious pilgrims, to fight the infidels and the non-believers with my example, virtue, charity and convincing arguments; and to fight with the sword the infidels and non-believers who attack the Order with their own sword.

Finally, barring rules dictated by Religion and the Order, to conform to the Laws and Customs of the Empire in which I reside, to fulfill my duties of citizen, and to be loyal to the Divine Emperor and the Church, of whom which we serve.

This oath I pronounce loudly before the Lord Griffon present at this Convent. I sign it and confirm it by my blood. Again, I write it and sign its registration in the documents relating to this Convent and witnessed by the Lord Griffon. Glory be to the Creator, the Church and the Divine Emperor. Amen.

Following the Oath, Malric closed his eye for a second before marking the Lorraine Cross on his chest. He then stepped down from the Altar, his eyes staring into Matthew's, as if he was staring into his very soul. He marked the Lorraine Cross one more time before continuing.

“Kyrie Eleison, the Creator sees you in his watchful eye, Matthew Dunham. Let his mind be purified, tribute to Lucien in his everlasting grace.”

Suddenly, all the lights in the room were extinguished, letting the moon fully shine through the glass windows. it now being the only source of light in the chamber. Malric then walked up to Matthew and embraced him, uttering a single sentence.

"Welcome to the Order, Knight-Brother of the Griffon."

[i wish to thank mthdominator for participating in this RP]