THE BURNING OF THE BASILLICA

[Melpomenne 1552]

[!] Before the Basilica of the Argentate Star, a site ablaze, lay a missive. This same missive would be seen pinned upon the doors of numerous chapels and other holy sites throughout Haense and Oren.
 

[Witches’ Sabbath, Francisco Goya]

 

 

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This entire post is PUBLIC knowledge and available to all.

This missive would have been spread via couriers, spoken word, and the wind.

 

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⦿PEN Y⦿UR EYES

 

 

[Unknown Artist]

✙

 

The horrid heat. A lesson.

 A warning calls from within the flames.

𐤕‬𐤇‬𐤄‬ 𐤇‬𐤏‬𐤓‬𐤓‬‬𐤉‬𐤃‬ 𐤇‬𐤄‬𐤀‬𐤕‬. 𐤀‬ 𐤋‬𐤄‬𐤔‬𐤔‬𐤏‬𐤍‬.

 𐤀‬ w𐤀‬𐤓‬𐤍‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬g 𐤂‬𐤀‬𐤋‬𐤋‬𐤔‬ 𐤅‬𐤓‬𐤏‬𐤌‬ w‬𐤉‬𐤕‬𐤇‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬ 𐤕‬𐤇‬𐤄‬ 𐤅‬𐤋‬𐤀‬𐤌‬𐤄‬𐤔‬.

 

[He-goat, Unknown Artist]

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Do not mistake his patience for weakness

 

𐤃‬𐤏‬ 𐤍‬𐤏‬𐤕‬ 𐤌‬‬𐤉‬𐤔‬𐤕‬𐤀‬𐤊‬𐤄‬ 𐤇‬‬𐤉‬𐤔‬ w𐤀‬𐤓‬𐤍‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬g 𐤅‬𐤏‬𐤓‬ w𐤄‬𐤀‬𐤊‬𐤍‬𐤄‬𐤔‬𐤔‬

 

He waits,

Watching from within your own eyes.

𐤇‬𐤄‬ w𐤀‬𐤕‬𐤂‬𐤇‬𐤄‬𐤔‬,

𐤔‬𐤐‬y‬𐤉‬𐤍‬g 𐤅‬𐤓‬𐤏‬𐤌‬ w‬𐤉‬𐤕‬𐤇‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬ y𐤏‬u𐤓‬ 𐤏‬w𐤍‬ 𐤄‬y𐤄‬𐤔‬.

 

He will claim those tainted and free them cleansed.

He will guide us, fix us, make us greater.

He is coming. Our time is nigh.

 𐤇‬𐤄‬ w‬𐤉‬𐤋‬𐤋‬ 𐤂‬𐤋‬𐤀‬‬𐤉‬𐤌‬ 𐤕‬𐤇‬𐤏‬𐤔‬𐤄‬ 𐤕‬𐤀‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬𐤕‬𐤄‬𐤃‬, 𐤅‬𐤓‬𐤄‬𐤄‬ 𐤕‬𐤇‬𐤏‬𐤔‬𐤄‬ 𐤂‬𐤋‬𐤄‬𐤀‬𐤍‬.

 𐤇‬𐤄‬ w‬𐤉‬𐤋‬𐤋‬ 𐤔‬𐤀‬v𐤄‬ u𐤔‬, 𐤅‬‬𐤉‬𐤎‬ u𐤔‬, 𐤌‬𐤀‬𐤊‬𐤄‬ u𐤔‬ g𐤓‬𐤄‬𐤀‬𐤕‬𐤄‬𐤓‬.

 𐤇‬𐤄‬ ‬𐤉‬𐤔‬ 𐤂‬𐤏‬𐤌‬‬𐤉‬𐤍‬g. 𐤏‬u𐤓‬ 𐤕‬‬𐤉‬𐤌‬𐤄‬ ‬𐤉‬𐤔‬ 𐤍‬‬𐤉‬g𐤇‬.

 

The G⊚at is ⊚ur savi⊚r.

𐤕‬𐤇‬𐤄‬ g𐤏‬𐤀‬𐤕‬ ‬𐤉‬𐤔‬ 𐤏‬u𐤓‬ 𐤔‬𐤀‬v‬𐤉‬𐤏‬𐤓‬.

 

 

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[!] The missive was left unsigned. There was no trace back to its source.

[Borin 5245]

"What a load of bollocks" Bishop Viktor states upon removing several missives from chapel doors "Atleast now we can renovate that awfully designed thing..."

[BobBox 3202]

 

One so knowledgeful of flame and of the goat watched.

Eyes flickered - not just one pair but two, three, all watching from behind each other like a queue.

 

They had awaited these flames for some time now, awaiting to see smoke bellow and for land to be scorched.

"And once more their gods are starved while we feast - long ago is the time of idle, now is the time of action."

He paused only for some moments before he stood and began to walk then. His gaze did not linger upon the smoke but rather his mind wrestled with the next step in which he was to take.

 

 

[Benjikhei 696]

" And that's the way it goes. . . "

 

Hums a pilgrim of foul repute, hammering a wooden sign into the ground - and scratching a medley of strange symbols and codes 'upon the surface into it. He then goes to sling his knapsack and various hammers and nails over his shoulder, and merrily trod upon his way - surely, today was a fine day. 

[Seva 264]

Having seen the events at the basilica firsthand, Orelia Darcheviede shakes her head as she puzzles over the missive. "When the realm of Mortals is invaded by that which they do not understand, all is lost. So shall we make what is unknown known, so the threat may be defeated." She gazes towards her window, a tight frown on her lips.

"When the burning occurred, a creature claiming to be the devoted servant of God chose, instead of saving our precious monument, to tell us to prove our devotion. The questions and wonders of those present ignored. And as we begged for the beast to give us any sort of sign that it was a being of Good, it bewitched a nearby woman to make those near her docile. It sought our obedience. Our blind trust. After so long battling the forces of Evil, it chose now to descend unto us and demand our allegiance. I could not make that oath, not while our place of worship burned and its eyes turned away from the flames as if naught was wrong."

"If creatures of another plane have come to seek our submission, whether of God or of Hell, we must stand on our own two feet. Our Faith is in not only God, but the spirit of Humanity. And should we choose to submit to these forces we will only prove that we are unfit for the continent where we now reign."

"Mortals will ever be the sole inheritor of Mortal affairs. These beasts of another realm have no business deciding our fate for us." Her words fell upon the empty space icily, as if daring those same beings to prove that they were truly on the side of Humanity, and not just pining for servants to feed to the coming storm.

[Burnsider 4542]

A winged dove, a servant of GOD, stood  upon the rooftop of a building in New Providence, watching the smoldering ruin. It was just a building. Stone. Brick. Wood. A building didn't matter. 

 

But the people who watched it burn with fear in their eyes. It was those that mattered. Not stone, but flesh. Not mortar, but blood. Buildings could be rebuilt. Faith was far harder. So she stood with the people of New Providence and gave them what she felt they needed. Compassion. Hope. 

 

And then, she walked into the flames. And in the destruction, she found hope herself. For in the fires, she found not a single body. And in the flames, the Waters of Gamesh still shone clear and pure. Those who did this would find righteous wrath fall upon them, and they will fall. For what is an ant to an auroch. 

[Proddy 2242]

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From within the cloistered, stony walls of Dun an Ein, one Woland of Attenlund would peer over the missive as a rather jittery and nervous courier boy would disperse a copy at the front doors. The Black Hawk of the Hexer's Creed mulls over it's etchings and odd runs with his lonesome eye, teeth gritting direly.

 

The brute's head casts upward, staring straight toward a ticking clock hung upon the mantle piece of a hearth. It's point would forever turn, much like the passage of time. Destiny colliding, inescapable fate interweaving. Tick tock, it would rattle. Tick tock, tick tock...

 

"The world forever turns, and we stand on the precipice of apocalypse." he drones out to nobody in particular. Perhaps just to himself as he sat within that empty hall, hand crumpling tightly around that paper. "But Causality has been severed many times over. And it shall be again."

[Endovelicus 610]

"Why do these cultists always burn down cathedrals? Ateast get an original idea." Comments Lucius, arms crossed, as he gazes at the burning building.