Letter to the Qalasheen: I

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Letter to the Qalasheen

Lucien: I

 

You raised your grand mosque, paying respects to a heretical interpretation of The Lord, God. I was oblivious to such, a boy in a city far away. You preached your heresy, defying The Lord, God, and I watched, I listened. You declared religious freedom, allowing heathens and more heretics to fester in your desert. I looked on with not a word. You cut down a missionary in the streets, before all to see, and still I only looked on, nursing my wroth within my heart. You spit on my offer, my diplomacy, and I still stood silent. You cut down a deacon, an Imperial Prince, and yet I still only watched. Now, I speak.

 

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The Caliph Arlen the Arbitrary reigns as a snake, a traitor to God and his chosen race. He spits on the human race, denying all hopes of a peaceful humanity and sending for blood upon his own nation. His own people rise up against him, this man claiming to be of God only turns his back on his people, his race, his God. He is a traitor to all things holy, a true heretic bent on destroying humanity for his own gain.

 

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For too long, since the age where the first Caliph, Faiz the Dissenter, erected a city in the deserts of Athera and remained untouched, your heresy has thrived. You go about your day as if you do not fracture the faith of God, as if you do not weaken His true, holy, and universal Church. He knows, however. This man who gave up the pretense of Caliph to his child Arlen, but it is he who preaches this false heretical agenda upon his people. Jihad? Suffering? All men suffer, even those of God. Theirs is not a plight condemned upon them by Oren, but by themselves. By turning their back on God and fracturing his faith, by defying all hope of diplomacy and peace, they bring upon themselves this suffering, this jihad. These heretics, these ignorant defyers of the Lord, continue to plot in their isolated fortress, far from the lands of civilization, from the lands of God and the thought of rational minds. These men continuously twist the words and missions of the Canon and humanity, they are traitors of their race and God, they should not be sympathized with and are truly barbarians who must learn to accept defeat, to accept peace, to submit to the Lord, God.

 

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Repent. For the kingdom of God is at hand. And you will find mercy only in His realm.

 

Unum Deum, Unum Populum, Unam Mundi

Lucien III, Vicar of GOD

 

[AGP 3169]

"Canonist and proud!" grunts Bertrand, furiously pounding his kitchen table with a clenched fist.

[LPT 771]

Oliver makes the sign of the Lorraine cross as he whispers softly "Deus Vult" 

[osumanduas 1442]

Everard II sighs from the High Heavens, sitting alongside his predecessors and comrades in the clouds.

 

"I thought I tempered the boy's hate that brought his own father death, it seems he can't let it go even when embraced by the vision of the Lord."

 

He'd sigh, continuing in his afterlife. Laying low was evidently not advise acted upon.

[_Sug 2809]

Friar Timothy smiles as he makes the sign of the blessing over his heart "May God guide the Pontiff, and Jude guide his writings." He'd return to his writings. 

[VL 298]

"Repent. Deus Vult," cries out the Bishop of Courland. 

[GloriaPreussens 798]

John sneers as he sharpens his blade, preparing vengeance for his slain brother.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Rhys brandished his own longsword, muttering the words through his gritted teeth.

 

"Deus vult."

[Pav33 101]

Michal Oblescka, sitting in the plains of Kaedrin simply draws. He draws in his sketchbook the lorraine cross proudly erected over the mosque in Al-Wakrah. On another page, he draws the heretical moon of the unholy faith atop the mosque, bathed in fire. Below this page he writes

"SCOURGE OF GOD"

[osumanduas 1442]

[Elad™ 560]

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