THE UNBURDENING OF OUR TORMENTOUS BLIGHT

[milkyi 1501]

On the 16th day of Owyn’s Flame, 1931

 

 

TO FAITHFUL CANONISTS OF THE REALM,

I recount a harrowing encounter on the dimly lit main road that winds its way to the court of Númendil, just outside their borders. As I ventured forth, armed with naught but a flask of Carrion Black, a sturdy walking cane, and a flickering torch to illuminate my path, I bore witness to a man clad in the known heretical Canons Regular tabard, spreading his twisted doctrine through menacing threats, seeking to ensnare innocents within the web of his misguided faith.

 

I stepped forth to confront this individual, exposing his words' falsehood and denouncing him as a harbinger of darkness and sin. Yet, despite my efforts, he drew forth his blade, forcing an elfess to succumb to his faith, branding her forehead with the unholy symbol of his perverse ideology.

 

Instilled with righteous fury, I hurled a flask of Carrion Black at him, and in swift succession, my torch followed. Startled, his steed reared, unbridled by his faltering grip, plunging him into a chaotic dance of flames that seethed within his steel plate armour.

 

Despite his torment, the heretic summoned the strength to rise, and with desperation gripping my heart, I threw my cane toward him as one would a spear, seeking to halt his escape. Alas, fate paid no heed to my plea. Yet, providence smiled upon me as another traveller, Haus Weiss-Vuiller, emerged, wielding his arcane prowess repeatedly to topple the heretic to the unforgiving ground.

 

A depiction of the childbearing Oksana bludgeoning a Mogg to death.

 

As the pursuit raged on, my childbearing state became the target of the Mogg's violent ire. With the life of my unborn child teetering on a precipice, I resolved to defend myself, and in a climactic clash, aided by Leutwin Barclay and his skillful use of a sturdy brick, the schismatic met his demise. In the throes of battle, I wielded my cane, delivering the final bludgeon to his face.

 

I confess the man's death was brutal, an outcome borne of my unyielding effort to shield what fragments of my family remain. Having already suffered the painful loss of one child, I could not take to witness another fall victim to this abhorrent disease spreading through our Duchy.

 

To ensure justice prevailed, we presented the lifeless body to the Duke of Adria, a stark testament to our unequivocal statement that we shall not idly tolerate the spurning of virtue as it is spat upon.

 

Pressing forward on our journey, we had finally reached the grounds of Númendil, where we initiated the cleansing ritual by Owyn's Flame, consigning the separatist's remains to the ever-burning pyre of their hallowed Temple.

 

Though we have purged a solitary speck of scum from our realm, the lingering stain of darkness persists. This marks but the inception of our quest for purification, a battle we shall wage with unwavering gallantry and faith in the face of such profound malevolence.

 

May the divine light of GOD guide us.

 

 

AN ALDERSBERGIAN FAITHFUL,

The Right Honourable, Oksana Marusya Sarkozic,

Countess-consort of Aldersberg

 

[excited 10833]

 

Sir Dima Cato Ivanovich, the woman's paternal grandfather, smiles from the Seven Skies.

[__WaterFox__ 631]

Grimhildr has a great deal respect for Oksana after hearing she beat an armed and armored man on a horse with nothing but alcohol and a cane

[Laeonathan 3969]

The court jester of Adria for once looked serious "When are we finally getting rid of that utter scum?" he wondered to himself as he read of Oksana's deeds.

[alien_mc 521]

On the way to Numendil,  Leutwin saw Oksana, and the man who had donned the Mogg armor.  He stopped in his tracks to see what the issue was. Remembering what his uncle, Emilio Varoche  taught him, that a brick was a fine weapon to use. He charged forth and wacked the Canons Regular over the head with it after Oksana hit the Canons Regular in the head with her cane, the two killing him instantly.

[Frawlic 266]

Anastaja Maria wanted to be as girlboss as Oksana when she grew up.

[Optimus420 1732]

Jan Ivanovich smiled as he read the deeds of his cousin, offering a firm nod of approval!

[PrimnyaQuorum 1036]

A tired Weiss-Vuiller lifted his head from his desk to find yet another missive he hadn't read. Tired eyes scanned through the document as he muttered something about him being a Doctor, to his empty office. 

 

Arcane prowess may have been a bit of a overstatement, but mop the dirt with a Mogg he had. In truth, Oksana had down most of the work - The blonde silently resolving to never stand between a pregnant woman and anything for as long as he lived.

 

Still - a problem remained. He sighed, standing from his desk as he grabbed his coat. More meetings to be had - truly, the bane of his existance.

[PanicZealot 206]

Devrick Wintercrest read the news with a slight smile on his face as he held his newborn son on his knee, though he still wondered how Oksana was holding up. "Damn Moggs"

[CloudMagma 196]

"Now that's an Adrian woman!" An Adrian soldier would exclaim proudly.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11594]

The local Numendil parish priest took a whiff of the air in the large flameist temple and made a comment to himself, having missed the execution.

 

"Someone was cooking carne?"

[critter 2469]

Fabian notes that the Raev woman's drinks are to be very much on the house, next she graces the Valdev tavern.