A Call To Arms

[Rig 17591]

 

To all those of the esteemed Brotherhood of the Golden Lion, it has been too long since we last performed our duties to the full extent of our abilities and sheer force of will. In our laxness the world has become rife with chaos, the machinations of Iblees exemplified in the nations run rampant with aberrations, the dragons who go on uncontested, and the lack of justice being enacted in the name of our personage. A meeting must be held and we must all reconvene on how would be best to rebuild the order, I personally call upon Herun Athna, Vailoen and Leric Tresery, and all other paladins within the order to attend and help us bring order back to the Apostles of Xan. We must be prepared to meet September in battle and bring him to justice not only for the lives claimed and the souls he has damned, but because it is the duty of the paladins to bring Order and Guardianship to the realm once again.

 

Signed, Vindicator Mithras Sylvaeri

[Delmodan 855]

A letter is returned bearing the a golden wax seal of a lion and carried forth by a brown feathered hawk that would be all to familiar of the former paladin. Upon the seal broken and the parchment unrolled, it would read:

Mithras,

Long did I stand by your side, a brother I would lay down my life for and protect no matter what. Someone that shared our experiences, ideals, and burdens of being a Keeper of Xan as well as Vindicators. I hear your call and remember the Brother I once knew so long ago before the tragedy that occurred that faithful night when a sister of ours was forcefully taken down and her embers snuffed out as well as an Athna infant's life was cut short by your actions. The pain of that day rippled through what remained of the Order. The lost and damnation of what happened and the betrayal of who we considered a brother struck deep in our hearts. Who you are now I cannot trust. Perhaps one day when I see redemption within you, I will see you as a brother again. Yet despite this, I will step forth again and aid in this threat that is dooming our world. I will take arms not for you and what you are now. No, I will do it for what you once were. What I remember my brother as for that is who I will stand by to the very end. 

Sincerely,

Vailoen Tresery, Vindicator of Xan

[Killmatronix 103]

After yet another day, at yet another patrol, where yet another disrespectful cretin took his assistance as a given, John'd return to his station, majorly exhausted and dissatisfied. Pouring himself a well earned, coping drink of vodka, a wineskin of which he always kept on hand, he'd take notice of a letter tossed underneath the door, flutter of wings only barely heard through the locked entry. With a grumbling, grim tone on his tongue, he'd, with much hardship, let the drink sit on the neighbouring shelf, leaning downwards to reach for the parchment. Clumsily he'd open it, still carrying his gauntlets, gazing upon it through the slits of his heaume. Slowly, his hunched back straightened, his seated stance stood up and the tankard that housed the vodka watered the grass that grew outside of his abode.

[The Templar 195]

Beyond the mortal plane, deep within the realm of Xan, the deceased Ianril chafes at his mortality, or lack thereof. "I should be there! Damned be the curses, this is bound to be the best fight since the retaking of Dragon's Peak!" The long-dead highlord continues to vent and fume, cursing Iblees quite colorfully in Flexio, capable of nothing but watching with the other deceased soldiers of the Aengul of War.

[__WaterFox__ 636]

“Do I answer his call?... I do owe him my loyalty...”, A thin figure thinks to herself while sitting on a waterfall, “But is it worth dealing with the ego, the lack of humanity. Is it worth placing my head under their boots again?”

[Gathius di Silvari 73]

Anastasia stares to the letter, reading it solemnly. "Didn't even say my name. Doesn't he know me?"