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A Thesis on Purity

By Charles of Nauzica

 

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It is the forge of creation, the heart of GOD's will, which birthed all that we know. The same fire, to us, invokes passion and fury.

 

Yet the word of the GOD gives fire one name; the purifier.

 

The realms of GOD's children have been plagued, centuries on, with those who would pervert the faith. From heathenous mali and men who would forsake the sanctity of wedlock and respect for GOD's law, to those children of Urguan which have been corrupted to embrace their greed and shame themselves not.

 

They are not wicked, but admonished, for they show no love for Godlight and forsake prayer. Those who would seize GOD and His word and twist and pervert it to suit their will; they are wicked beyond the basic corruption of mortal sin. The Rurikid are the perfect example of savagery and the forsaking of GOD.

 

They preach of fire for sacrifice. Fire for blood.

 

We must teach those who would defy the teachings of Owyn and GOD the purpose of Godfire. We will begin with the Rurikid, turning those who refuse the peace of GOD to ash. Make them a lair on the stone they revere in their heathenous chants.

 

Henceforth, I shall carry a flask of pitch at my belt.

 

Where resides the wretched who defy GOD and seek not repentance, I shall pour it, and strike the flame.

Where resides the heathen who slays men of GOD and seeks not repentance, I shall pour it, and strike the flame.

Where resides the weak who stand idly as the word of GOD is perverted, I shall pour it, and strike the flame.

 

And when the world is pure, we may dip a blade in pitch and strike the flame, and there shall be our monument to the world's wicked creatures. By fire, be purged.

 

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"GOD wills it!" a Savoyard cried spontaneously, upon reading the thesis.

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Stefan cracked dried suncokret asunder between snaggle-teeth and looked upon Holy St. Bogdan's crkva in the quaint hamlet of Babusnica. His eyes were jaded and his movement was languid- from a hard days work, no doubt -and yet he found the energy to mutter a quiet "Slava BOGU." The words of the thesis were in mind. 

 

 

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"Boy, read the damned paper."

A wizened monk takes another long puff from his pipe. A young oblate fumbles with a scroll, then reads aloud the thesis in a quavering voice.

"Hmph. What a load of rubbish. Write this down."

 

....

 

A sparrow arrives at the home of Charles the Nauzious, a short scroll is affixed to its foot, sealed with yellow wax and stamped with the eight-pointed escarbuncle of the Society of St. Everard. The missive contained reads,

 

"Blessings and prayers,

 

REDACTED 1/19 .

 

Yours in Faith,

-Brother Phillip of Koviran"

 

 

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The Deacon receives the letter, happy to have begun to generate some clerical response from the lethargic of the clergy. He smiles, penning a short response,

 

"The scrolls teach not of hate, but of admonishment. While all you say is true, that does not dissolve the necessity to purge the wicked and unrepentant. I fail to see where you contest with my thesis, besides that you have more relevant doctrine to attach to it."

 

He does not sign, or write a header. He sends it with a courier to be brought to the Society of St. Everard.

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Thinks of a theological response, can't find any

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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