ON A FOUNDATION OF FAITH

[Imperium 3495]

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ON A FOUNDATION OF FAITH

1st of Balian’s Gift, 1 B.A.

 

 

 

The Imperialist forces were beaten back at the Saint Ari’s Day Massacre. Emperor Peter IV, His Empress, and many peers were among those slaughtered. With his forces smashed, they fled from the city and in the panic, most flung themselves onto the hulking ships at the dock at Henry’s Wharf.

 

They made their way out to sea with minimal direction, escaping from the horrors that had plagued their live’s over the past two decades of constant strife and war. In the clear night sky the wayward star of Saint Lothar seemed to glisten much brighter than the others - in the storm-swept sea, the constellation was their sole beacon of hope, a guide to God’s will.

 

Yet, as the voyage had reached its halfway point, the weather began to take a turn for the worst. In the panic of the escape the crew had  abruptly packed vessels that were not prepared for the mammoth waves approaching in the horizon. God’s tribulations had begun shepherding these Orenians according to His will. Many of the hulls burst, drowning hundreds of unfortunate souls. Still, those washed ashore saw dunes accompanied by barren wastes of skeletal remains - an untamed land not for the weak-willed.

 

Whispering winds swept over the dunes of the south, and in the valleys nestled between steep overhangs rested a fatigued assembly - marooned on a bleak coast with supplies of fresh water and bread dwindling. A wandering band of knights, clad in dirtied armour, rode alongside the common folk with their wagons piled tall with their former livelihoods. It had been seven weeks since the crumbling of a once glorious Holy Orenian Empire.

 

The diaspora of nobles, knights, and commoners looked for a new place to call their home. And it was on the seventh day of the seventh week, God showed His sign; a Cross of pure light shone above a plateau. This was God’s land, and He had shown His judgement - this lost tribe of Oren had been guided here. As if to christen such a revelation, a well of water erupted from around those gathered, providing many with earthly nourishment that was desperately needed.

 

It was then that Prince John Casimir addressed the gathered mass, weary from the march and having expended all their supplies. Upon a raised rock, with nothing but God’s land around him, he proclaimed the formation of the Kingdom of Balian in homage to Saint Lothar of Balian. For it was he who had blessed them with this land, a respite among the troubled deserts. But it was God who had shown them the error of their ways and delivered them unto a new foundation, a foundation of faith.

 

And now, from the maw of the Abyss to the windswept plains of St. Lothar, the Exodus had found their home. A new Kingdom of God would be erected here - the Kingdom of their Patron - The Kingdom of Balian.

 

 

[HogoBojo 4725]

"Another Kingdom, eh?" Geopolitical Mastermind of Almaris, Chef Hogo Bojo would say to himself as he gazed at the missive. "Over my many years studying geopolitics on this continent, I've seen much change. Nations rising and falling, pacts formed and broken, and new ideologies replacing old ones, and of course much much more. Although despite the many changes occurring over time, with a lot of predictable and repeatable things occurring, and even the unforeseen surprises, I still find myself quite shocked by all the recent geopolitical changes on this continent, especially within such a short spam. For so many events to occur so close together to change the geopolitical sphere so fast is quite intriguing to be sure. I suppose no matter how old you are, you can always be surprised and caught off guard by something. Here's to never being too old to be shocked then." The Chef would murmur to himself as he chugged his favourite drink of Carrion Black. 

[Jokinghills 825]

Viktor Darkwood would set out, marching out from his tent, ready to contribute to the new Kingdom Of Balian with all he can, a bottle resting in his pocket with unusual contents, reminding him of his previous failure.

[valecu 2128]

Eleanor chanted "Ave Balian!", whilst overseeing the construction of pallisades and gatehouse of their campsite.

[HIGH_FIRE 5490]

Drako Darkwood would smile reading the missive about how the Imperialists were doing "I shall visit soon, I must sort my affairs out as soon as possible" He would sigh with his newly found bear cub

 

[CharmingCavalier 2189]

Peter, his face withered from the sun’s wrath, looked up towards the sky and signed the Lorraine. “God guide us, for it is through Your Will that we have been delivered. So it will be by Your will that we triumph.”

 

After his short prayer the man then handed a hewn rock to his fellow man beside him as their work continued. On this hill, blessed by Saint Lothar, they would find redemption for the sins of their nation.

[sergisala 3451]

"We, the Orenian people, have truly been blessed by God. Glory to the Kingdom of Balian." Sir Charles Galbraith said as he arrived to the new promised land.

[Axelu 4333]

“It seems the Imperialists have themselves become Royalists… Was this ever a matter of succession or of pride..?” commented the laywoman, Ester de Cain.

[JoshBright 3016]

Sir Jarad Munnel would get the missive and read it wondering one word "Home?"

[Aehkaj 1244]

Viktor var Ruthern looked to the new city, wondering about the future in a nice change of climate.

 

A man in a metal mask overlooked the peoples moving into their new home. With a simple grumble, he turned to move on. Most likely to cause troubles for gate guards.

[seannie 7443]

"Let us be born anew from the ashes of the Empire, fully within God's Grace. He has bestowed upon us a destiny to fulfill." Charles muttered in prayer to himself after having witnessed the Cross in the sky. 

[Harald 2875]

As Sir Rev Vuiller marched behind Prince John Casimir he would hold his wife's hand, in his other he held the hand of his granddaughter Johanne. He paused looking over the promised land, a smile forming upon his face as he turned to the Vuillers "This.. this shall be our new home, just as Prince John Casimir has spoken.. The Empire in itself might be lost, but it will live forever in us, its people.." They had carried the belongings they had been able to take with them from their lost home of Vuillermoz, in the coming weeks they focused on aiding the others who had lost their home sharing their belongings and the dried food they had taken with them from the Grenz

Father Drasus Olivier Vuiller would look around, the young father taking a seat upon another rock that rested on the fields.. The newly appointed Chaplain of Balian getting to work offering guidance to the people of their newfound promised land

 

[tadabug2000 4924]

4 hours ago, Harald said:

As Sir Rev Vuiller marched behind Prince John Casimir he would hold his wife's hand, in his other he held the hand of his granddaughter Johanne. He paused looking over the promised land, a smile forming upon his face as he turned to the Vuillers "This.. this shall be our new home, just as Prince John Casimir has spoken.. The Empire in itself might be lost, but it will live forever in us, its people.." They had carried the belongings they had been able to take with them from their lost home of Vuillermoz, in the coming weeks they focused on aiding the others who had lost their home sharing their belongings and the dried food they had taken with them from the Grenz

Father Drasus Olivier Vuiller would look around, the young father taking a seat upon another rock that rested on the fields.. The newly appointed Chaplain of Balian getting to work offering guidance to the people of their newfound promised land

 

Lady Johanne Vuiller gripped at her grandfathers hand, light gaze lifting to the proud man as she took in his words. As camp was set, she'd help her grandmother Diana with tending to any injured with her miniscule medical skills and explore the newly constructed walls. The heat beat down on her, new compared to the often icy wind of Vuillermoz that she'd been used to.

 

One such Ravn Vuiller barely made the trip, already weak with grief before the civil war even began. Her weathered gaze took in their new home, taking note of just how many times she's been made to move due to the greed of others, a palm clasping at her cross as she murmured a prayer. The elder woman helped those to cook what meagre rations there were, to care for sickly children and busy bony fingers, leaving her no time to think of her recently departed husband, Sir Duncan Vuiller.