A PLEA FOR AID

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A PLEA FOR AID

12th of Horen’s Calling, 1933

Addressed to His Holiness, Sixtus V and His Royal Majesty, James Leopold

There is a plague, in the lands of Canondom. A plague wholly familiar to both the Canonist Princes and our Holy Mother Church alike; one considered quelled, in recent years. And yet, it remains - beings opposed to God’s righteous rule infiltrate the cities of Canondom, and ingratiate themselves with those dutiful and faithful members of the flock.

 

This is not an unusual tale; it has been seen with the Azdrazi, and with the Vampyres before. And yet, it arrives once more: on blackened wings the ilk of Iblees taint our cities and our faith. They work their charms into the minds of our lords and ladies. It is as Saul had done to Exalted Horen’s camp; inundated with gifts, he strode into the camps, working dissent and sin into them.

 

And thusly, were those lands of virtue tainted entirely. We cannot let such occur to those good nations of Canondom; it would spell doom for all. It has already begun - two Vampyres have been discovered in but the past two months, within the city of Whitespire alone.

 

With such in mind, I make a singular plea: I request the institution of mandatory testing for the populace of the Kingdom of Aaun, and that the provisions necessary for such be supplied to the clergy of Albarosa - aurum blades and salt. 

 

I pray that God guides our hands always.

 

 

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In Faith

Father Michael

[Qaz_The_Great 1189]

Baldr ponder on the notice from his own Kingdom's close neighbors.

[TheGreasyChef 123]

With the execution of one of the rumored Vampyres, came the disappearance of a nice-enough patron of the tavern, the lack of a loving uncle to many, and a face of the market square plucked away. The tavern in Whitespire's back corner didn't hold a bearded Illatian, claim instead laid by the generation his younger. Still, the table bore his name; Paul crudely carved into its surface and accompanied by a nearly pristine outline of Illatia. Both blood and wine stain the surface encompassing the rest of the booth; reminders of times both good and not. 

 

A father of three, a husband of one, and an uncle to an astounding sixteen. A life torn apart because of the way the people viewed his curse. There was no solution, and there was no justice.