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A Pyre in Corazon


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To the Magi

Epistle to the Magi on the Mystery of GOD

 

“And to ye magicians I admonish: GOD is incomprehensible. He cannot be divided nor made again, and his mysteries are the holy mysteries, and no art is alike to his power.”


 

As in the Scroll of the Spirit

Given to We the Faithful by the Exalted Prophet Owyn

 


 

Screams echoed through the streets of Corazon as the flames of the holy pyre licked at the flesh of the damned. The citizens of the city looked on in stoic silence, a child occasionally tugging at his mother’s skirts for reassurance. These witches, these rebels against God and the natural order had come unto the City of Holy Swords, thinking it a place of ‘tolerance’ of ‘weakness’. They were met with fire, with steel and with righteous faith.

 

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Upon realizing that their tresspasses would be met with wrath the witches tried to meet steel with steel. But the swords of Corazon would not be dissuaded, filled with righteous fury they were chased through the city one by one. Those who hid were torn from their rat holes and bound with their fellows. For none can escape the gaze of the righteous man. 

 

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Now naught but the flames remain, a reminder to those who would test the resolve of Corazon’s defenders.

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Ernst Barclay cleaned the blood off his sword with a rag, sitting by his younger brother Volmar @rep2k as he saw the heathens preparing for their demption. He sighed, closed his eyes and prayed to God for their souls.

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Ulrich Lothar assured himself he did the right thing as he wiped his blade clean of Uialbenite gremlin blood, muttering a prayer to his older brother, Blessed Ottomar.

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Haskir remembers executing the very same witch in Haelun'or moons ago. "Look! It's that guy again!" He says, beckoning to Aldis Avalorn. @Caelria

 

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Penelope de Astrea grins.

 

"Glad to be included in the depictions!"

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