VELETZ BURNS CHURCHES

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"It's more effective than I expected." Lanre Cerusil remarked this as newfound Voidal plasma scoured the interior of the church, blackening what it touched. 

 

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"I was baptized by a man who inspired me - that same man has eschewed the rightful ruler of all mali from his faith. Perhaps it was not meant to be." 

 

Regardless of whether it was meant to be, residual energies of purple and pink crackled across the floor of the church, bubbling, melting. If there was anathema present that day, it was that perverse sight - wretched magics of the Void, defiling a place of God.

[Boknice275 1588]

[!] Ser Philip reads the missive in disgust, shaking his head from side to side.

 

"Killing halflings, burning churches .. - and yet, the Veletzians claim I am the dishonorable and crazy one?" Philip mused, looking out his window at the crashing waves around Balian Tuvia, basking in the relative peace of his homeland.

[milkyi 1985]

Enide de Weit, known to some in the courts of Winburgh as both trumpeter and cupbearer, of late delved into a far more expressive pastime. Her artistic talents might not be deemed remarkable, yet her work held deeper significance to the recently anathematized and excommunicated Captain-General Sir Gaspard.

 

She painted into the late hours, capturing the Bull of Middelan crouched amid Vallagne's once-ivory chapel, his gaze almost contemplative. On one side, a depiction replicated from Cardinal Stanislaw's audit, while the other featured the shield of the Burgundian Bull.

 

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Kursik af Vennith would eye the painting released from the halls of art within the League. He careened his neck to the side pulling his mask to the side. With shock and jaw agape two words escaped his mouth. "Holy Moly...." 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"Gaspard, you can't do this!!!" A habachi chef disguised Cardinal who was not Tonito malded upon hearing news of the temple's desecration. He did a check /roll 20 to see if he would survive from this news but ultimately hearing of Mother Rhosyn's survival he did not have a heart attack. 

 

"Mi corazon es broken, this es maddness." The habachi chef wipes off his disguise make-up and makes plans to visit the desecrated temple to Saint Edmond to help salvage what remained from the house of DIOs.

[Apotolofo 2204]

A certain sorceress cackles maniacally at the missive, still brushing soot and ashes out of her hair.

 

"I think they should be thanking us. . ." Mused the elfess, dressed all in black. "It's much better looking, now- has a gothic feel."

 

She sighs happily, remembering the delightful smell of burning churches. . .

[clonky 1976]

The eyes of the Princess of Malinor lit with the flame that burned before her. The Petran Church, a heap of scorched rubble and rafts that have burnt the very structure of the church. Her visage was simple - admiration. Seraena knew her husband to be a devout Canonist. Regardless of if she was an elf, or if he was an elf, there was one problem.

God was not with any of us in war. 

Regardless of this fact, her heart pitied those humans who did not have the life that she had. She could live for centuries, while they lived for less than a century itself. The hostages under her care, a young coupling, were subject to the kindness that Seraena showed. Next time, though, God would not be with Seraena, nor guide her path toward the tolerance that held her heart so. 

After all, with the excommunication of Hurin, it seemed that elves and Canondom did not mix. She would not force the lily pad to sink beneath the water. 

Alas, the burning of the church was but a mere act of vengeance. There and then, a small simper arose on the horizon of her countenance, and shone like the dawn. Here was a new day, a temperate change to facilitate her new found freedom. 

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With a triumphant stride, Sir Andrik left the church, benches ablaze behind him. As the flames roared, he returned to Veletz thus, The Knight found solace in his bed, the satisfaction of the league's bold actions granting him a peaceful slumber.

[Digit___ 1225]

“HERETICS!” Exclaimed the pious Canonist alchemist, Klaus von Berkhoven, as he threw an empty potion bottle against the opposite wall of his laboratory in righteous anger, reading the missive that had been brought to him.
“They decided to bath in the ash of one of GOTT’s homes on earth? Then Ich will personally send their damned souls to where they should go und take their heads as trophies.” The Reinmaren zealot proclaimed as he left the room to go sharpen his weapons without cleaning up the mess left under the chalkboard.

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[woke 1157]

With a sly grin upon his face, Sir Rupert exited the church, feeling immensely gratified. Galloping back to Veletz on his horse, The knight went ahead to the welcoming ambiance of the tavern. There, he attributed tranquility amidst the turmoil to the league's daring accomplishments, all while savoring a bottle of ale.

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The Sparrow rubs his brow embarrassed - maybe he shouldn't have made the jokes and comments he made when he was serving ?

Gob Ztabba-Zniffa fries some meat on the still hot rocks of the Church "There, There - Let mi gib lat zum grub! Iziz will bi MAGH ztronk afta thiz!" he pats the burnt stone building only to screams - he forgot it was hot..

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9 hours ago, milkyi said:

Enide de Weit, known to some in the courts of Winburgh as both trumpeter and cupbearer, of late delved into a far more expressive pastime. Her artistic talents might not be deemed remarkable, yet her work held deeper significance to the recently anathematized and excommunicated Captain-General Sir Gaspard.

 

She painted into the late hours, capturing the Bull of Middelan crouched amid Vallagne's once-ivory chapel, his gaze almost contemplative. On one side, a depiction replicated from Cardinal Stanislaw's audit, while the other featured the shield of the Burgundian Bull.

 

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[Hom 1987]

Atticus Reinhold stares out at the smoking remains of the the Church of St. Edmund- Close enough to the manor that he could still smell the ash from the study window. His hands curl against the stone, as he turns. He passes by the ladder to his sister's bedroom as he walks, who not long before, had been stolen away to the Veletz capital. Not a solider, but a carpenter, and a citizen. He lets out a sigh of relief when he hears the creak of her footsteps in the attic. Still home, and still safe.

Then he moves to the living area, where his son had fallen fast asleep on the bear-skin rug, weary from his ordeal. He too, was taken for no crime  other than his presence in the manor. He too, had returned. Atticus lets out a sigh, seating himself on a nearby chair as he glances back out the window, at the rising smoke. He prays that he had not put them in danger, for simply bearing the name Reinhold.

Edited November 29, 2023 by Hom