The Archangulic Chronicle

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The Archaenguelic Chronicle

Archaengulica Chronicam

 

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Michael the Aengul, and his fallen brother Gabriel

 

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The Church has seen years of progress and growth within our time. Everardian traditions resurrected and reconstructed for the benefit of all none would digress; so many great achievements of the time lost thenafter during the reigns of Pontiff’s Tobias & Daniel IV. To that end, let hearsay be banished from our accounts of those from High Heaven, our Seven Skies. Drawn from the accounts of Lotharingian soldiers present, let those of holy intent fully realize this Vailorian tale. That being told: the Aengul, Malchediael, or as in our own common speech, Michael.

 

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“We Lotharingians gathered in holy communion within our encampment that hugged the sandy cove that would be our capital. There beside us, my brother, our past chaplain, now Pontiff, his holiness Everard. He commanded the ranks with vigorous intent, how such a man can be so spry with such severity of injury? Keeping the soldiery upon its toes as he has done. We planned, a holy city spread across the bay, heat to warm us, lemon trees spanning the length of many a villa throughout my wild dreams of progress. So many thoughts, then only the light.”

Bl. Vytenis of Visiga, Lotharingian Officer, 1525 -

 

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The Aengul Michael according to the tellings of the holy knights present, was cast in an incandescent light as he descended, his form not known until his feet touched down upon the encampment. His figure was that of a man adorned and robed as a warrior, easily relatable to all those who had fought against the Tarcharian steppe hordes that inhabited holy Visiga during its conception.

 

Luciensport wasn’t then the grand port city it was destined to become. What became the Visigan Palatine consisted of a wide plain, with a series of wooden fortresses erected to protect the main encampment from Tarchar raiders. It was into this fearful crusade that Michael revealed his presence.

 

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“We archers were upon the walls of the encampment stunned, blinded by some light in the sky, sheer panic on our minds. We’d thought it some kind of attack ,some magical voodoo crap by the blasted barbarians occupying our new homeland. I could barely make out the shouts of my comrades around me. “His Holiness advances! ‘To the command tent damn you!’ One man said, had better bloody eyes then myself I suppose.”

 

John Doe, Lotharingian Archer, 1525 -

 

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Holy Michael had descended from the seven skies upon a mission of holy intent. The Aengul battled his brother Gazardiael, known to all man by the the common name of Gabriel. In this struggle he asked aid. As he explained; his brother abandoned more primeval plains. His brother sought to keep the demon Iblees caged in the underworld, and to do so he would reap the souls of the living.

 

Aside the military men who gathered, most likely entranced by the ethereal presence, many camp followers would have mingled amongst their ranks. As recorded by scholars man sought new opportunity amongst them. As many working peoples in the camp outnumbered those who served; those being that of medical, mercantile, and poorly prepositions, whom also inform this sequence. Accounts drawn, gives testimony to the legitimacy of the event.

 

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“Creator’s light shined down, was blinded,’ The creatures brilliance was undenyable,’ Our Pontiff! Brave for us all affront this new event!”

The Campe Accounts, 1525 -

 

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The Lotharingian’s Stir, The Sun’s Smile, 1525

 

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The Aengul talked on, giving his blessings to those involved before leaving in a mighty flash, as soon as he had came, though not without giving his blessings upon the scarred Pontiff Everard and his Holy Warriors. The ardent Aengul, closest and most loyal to his father and our lord Creator.

 

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”I’ve felt a resurgence of my own character since the Aengul, Michael as we’ve taken to calling him, ascended down to our mortal plain. I am certain now that we can purge the Tarchar fully from the land and rise to the task the messenger has given us. His blessings surely surge through those mortal coils o’ ours as we continue in our tasks. No more of that blasted sword, Leon will be avenged, as well as my lecherous kinsmen. So help me God.”

Bl. Baldwin de Bar, 1526 -

 

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Michael is truly of the Church and one of our own believers. He, through the recordings of  long dead men and women of our holy Church confirm this. He is the only one of heavenly origin to maintain

faith in the parent, and for the highest of his children, namely us, humankind.

 

He holds himself to the standards of us all and is stalwart against the pride of Xanists, Necromancers and Clerics. He, like we holy beings; simply serves. So let us serve alongside him, and raise him up as a peer amongst his kind. He is no simple Aengul, misbegotten and lost, he is an Archaengul in every sense, above his kin and duty bound. A blessed mirror of our own practice and belief.

 

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Signed, Father Himmler of Aeldin, Senior Scribe, Priest to the Imperial Court

 

 

 

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2 hours ago, Jacko said:

He holds himself to the standards of us all and is stalwart against the pride of Xanists, Necromancers and Clerics.