In Nomine Dei, 1655

[Tsuyose 3285]

 

Despite the turmoil that plagues the realm of Atlas, does the faith between man remain strong, and despite the ordeals, we might have together, it is the one link that binds us. Faith, GOD, and worship, is what we covet, and do defend. The equilibrium between man, woman, and child, is that in our hearts, religion breeds prosperity, law, and order. To the sovereign nations of Curon, Haense, and Santegia, even in bloody warfare and political strife, we are still brothers in faith, ergo, I urge you all to do as we, and condemn the heresy and heathens whom rot our land and defile our worship.

 

“Faith brings us together, even in trying times.”

Constantine Horen to Archbishop Sevastyan, 17th of The First Seed, 1655

 

“To the denizens of Renatus-Marna, we do hereby answer our Church’s call, and condemn the heathens that plague our bloody lands, for no heathen is safe from the prying eyes of our Maker, and we, as soldiers of GOD, will slay those who tarnish our saviour’s name. I remind you all, the faithful servants of GOD, that the preaching of GOD is the whip that flogs the heathens, and the preaching of GOD is the thunderbolt that makes the bloody Nether quake beneath our wroth.”

 

The Crown of Renatus-Marna condemns heresy and blasphemy, for we shall answer the Church’s beck and call, and we will put an end to the bloody heathens who plague the realm with their vile sin and rotten torment.

 

IN NOMINE DEI

In God, we trust.

[wolfdwg 2677]

"Glory be to god, for the apostate shall know fear." States a meat cutter.

[fat robert 307]

Heinrich rubs his belly at this astounding news 

[Archbishop 1784]

"Deus Vult!" exclaims Walter.

[rukio 8924]

"You tarnish your own creator's name.." An early teens girl of unknown origin states, shaking her head and sighing as her black, almost dark blue hair falls in front of her face. Her eyes are covered by a cloth thin enough for her to see out of. If one were to look close enough, her red eyes would be squinting against the sun, her sensitivity to it painfully obvious. She brushes the hair out of her face with her left hand, then, with a mild grin states "Hey, we can all like god, maybe he's just in a different form." Her tone is optimistic yet somehow not hopeful at the same time. She grabs a stick, her pale hand grasping it firmly as she walks away, using it almost as though it were a crutch. A limp could be seen on her right side, if the person looking was trained. 

[holyterrain 173]

Mother Judith smiles.

"DEUS VULT."