Dispelling Lurinite Lies

[AlternisJ 128]

The orc let out a deep sigh, being at Lurin while the events happened "Yet again the Church make a mockery out of itself, after assaulting one of the leaders of Lurin, bringing a dark spawn to the city... It's clear they can not be helped. So be it." The orc continued his speech to his small group of orcs. "The church are clearly aiders of the Dark spawn, as shown by them harbouring the one which came to attack the Pope. May we be blessed by the spirits to continue our hunt where they have betrayed themselves to."

 

[Minuvas 2882]

Razad would remark to a small council of mages "Curious....our treaty bound friends trying to disparage us in the dark, while they themselves are hosting agents of the enemy, while I wait endlessly for those forces they promised to help us fight the demon and the necromancer..." With a flick of a wrist a quill and parchment hover into his hands "I should write Valindra about this, a devoted Canonist Mage." @Morigung-oog

 

"Dearest friend,

 It would seem the Lurinites can't seem to help but crossbow themselves in the foot. I'd not see our own people do the same, and I'm interested in establishing more permanent and formal relations with the Church...let us meet. 

 

-The Binder of Fates"

[Werew0lf 12022]

“The Pontiff speaks lies. I saw him - he’s the actual lich, there was no ‘Johanes’. He stabbed himself with a necromancy bone-knife and then blamed an innocent guard! The Pontiff is in cahoots with demons and liches! I was there when it happened! I saw it all!”

 

The Archlich, Alkayin, wrote on a missive, and sent ghouls to post them on notice boards around the world, disguised as messengers and soldiers of Lurin.

[ChaoticRoller 591]

Meira looks at the missive at her left, then to the one on her right. She looks at them, confused at them both for a long moment. Shaking her head to try and wake herself up seemingly but, is still having trouble determining the "he said she said" arguement and who is right and who is wrong. "I t'ink it would be best t' wait for more evidence." She says in a room by herself, as she pins these two missives

on a board with some pins and connecting them with yarn to connect the dots. Staring at the board caressing her chin trying to figure out anything that could pertain to this.

 

[Snow1770 248]

Lumia looked at Polly a for a few long blinks. As if to say “why are you like this”. She’d read over the missive before eventually rolling her eyes at it and flinging the papers into the fire pit which devoured them happily. She’d shake her head. “I tire of these Canonists. We cannot breathe without one of them seeing and shouting EEEEVIIIILLLL”

[Onnensr 571]

Father Nerium read the situation and began to get to work immediately on a solution. Using paper, some basic glue, and the glitter shavings he got off a certain Jenny when she wasn't watching, he stayed awake late into the night to create a masterpiece that was tucked beneath His Holiness door before the crack of dawn.

 

Spoiler

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 11594]

A military governor laments that the War of the Poppies was not enough having neglected to follow up on routing out the listed do-badders in the Treaty of Sakuragakure, 154 SA because of life and being occupied with the demon-lich Lord Gashadokuro on his border. He smoked his cigarette from his porch as he read the missive from the Church on the porch of the Kato clan estate and long contemplated the consequences of actions and inactions before dropping it on his lap with a few embers falling atop it from his smoke. A massive migraine set in as the old samurai held his head,

 

"They're all involved with Gashadokuro, they're all plotting against me."

 

[salamanderfantasy 667]

It takes the Doctor a solid week to decipher the missive. Confused squinting at the parchment next to her on the floor, on her knees and taking a scrubbing brush to the bootprints of a dozen of Saint Jude's men marking their way through the sterile zone of a clinic.

 

Words are sounded out, etched in the margins of scrap parchment, prompted along by an encouraging entourage of alchemists, conversation punctuated by the bubble of liquid as bottle upon bottle of disinfectant filled. 

 

And it is while one hand is busied with the binding of bandaging the other, yet another would left open and bleeding and salted, that the Doctor's eyes trace along a particular set of words.

 

"A strange looking creature."

Well, she supposes at least that part is true. 

 

The missive is promptly disposed of among the waste gauze. Literacy seems to only be usefull when spent on something worth reading, she concludes. In the quiet of the library, one hand traces over passages of necrosis, festering wounds, gangrenous limbs and blood infections, and the other sprawls notes under a page titled 'treatments'.

[Apollonous 144]

On 2/17/2024 at 12:50 PM, Sander said:

Dispelling Lurinite Lies

21st of the First Seed, 168 S.A.

 

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Dear brothers and sisters in faith,

We write to you, our Canonist flock, from our private apartment in the pontifical residence. For we're bedridden, recovering from blood loss and a wound. A stabwound near the shoulder, one that's concerningly showing some necrosis of the skin around the wound, though our medics tell us that with rest and treatment, we will make a full recovery. We were stabbed by a lich, presumably one with ties to the Arch-lich we've been hearing about recently. But we were not stabbed in the Apostolic City, or in some Canonist princedom, but in Lurin, and to our regret, the Lurinites have seemingly been telling falsehoods about the details of what happened, to which end we will provide you with the true story here.

The previous Saint's Day, we were told there's been some issues with members of the Order of Saint Jude that'd gone to Lurin to test there for darkspawn. In hindsight it became apparent that they'd not been provided the adequate papers - a treaty we'd signed with Silver Lubba Mika Anarion allowed men sent by the Church to test for and combat darkspawn in Lurin provided they had a papal permit for such. One would say this would be a minor issue, but supposedly the Lurinite response to this lack of a permit was quite belligerent and we were told their 'Queen', which we were later told was the Silver Lubba's consort, was shown to lack the dignity of her office by disrespecting the Church's men and insulting and making a mockery of not just the Church, but GOD himself. Naturally, we wondered what we'd done to deserve such disrespect from our easternly neighbours, for we believe we've been quite the good and courteous neighbour considering these are ties between a land of pagans and the Holy Mother Church. 

Thus we set out with a small retinue of personal guards, consisting of Holy Ser Gerard, Holy Ser Robert, Brother Lug, Brother Reynard and Brother Alexander, on a short ride to Lurin. Once we got there we found the gate closed, but luckily there were plenty of people in the city square to ask for someone to open the gate. One of these people was Edvard Kervallen, another was a figure by the name of 'Johanes'. We were received by mister Kervallen, a member of Lurin's council by the title of the Lubba's hand. He seemed courteous enough at first, bringing us into a government building for us to talk and bringing with him some men of his own, Johanes being one of them. We presumed that this Johanes was a guard, as he seemingly stood guard at the end of the room behind us. 

After a less amicable, moreso tense conversation in which mister Kervallen not only showed lacking respect for the treaty signed by the Church and Lurin, but also insulted places such as Haense, Petra and Hohkmat for consorting with darkspawn and not doing enough to combat the darkspawn threat, the events of that day took a turn for the worse. Despite mister Kervallen having repeatedly stated 'There are no darkspawn in Lurin', it was suddenly revealed that the figure known as Johanes was a lich when he had snuck up on us and suddenly stabbed us with a bone dagger, morphing into his true identity. Four of our guards piled onto the creature within the blink of an eye, and while we drew our own sword to try to get a swing at that spawn of Iblees, our medic Alexander Llopis - blessed be his heart - pulled us away from the fray. 

As other Lurinites poured into the building, swarming us, and one of them - a strange looking creature - insisted on providing 'care' for us, we told mister Kervallen that our personal medic would provide us with medical aid and that we would be leaving, back to the Holy See. On our way out we started hearing the first hints of the lie that these men of Lurin would later spread in declarations on paper; that this lich that had hidden under the name of 'Johanes' had come into the city with us. That he was one of our guards even, they would say. The men of Lurin blamed us for bringing a lich into their city, a lich that we were supposedly consorting with, but that... stabbed us in the shoulder? Increasingly, as we rode home and as we were given medical treatment, it began to dawn on us that the opposite could well be true.

We deem it a logical conclusion on the events of that day, that this lich 'Johanes' was working with the men of Lurin and that the stabbing with a necrotic bone dagger was part of a setup. Do not believe the Lurinite lies saying that he was one of our guards, that he was a man of the order, that he had come into the city with us. He was already in the city, he was brought into the room with us by mister Kervallen, he had no ties to the Order of Saint Jude, and we'd never seen the creature before, let alone appointed him as one of our guards.

Do not believe the stories of pagans consorting with darkspawn who insult the Church and GOD. We shall pray to Saint Amyas for our recovery, and we thank those of you who pray for us.

 

Sincerely,
His Holiness, Sixtus VI

 

 

23 hours ago, Snow1770 said:

Lumia looked at Polly a for a few long blinks. As if to say “why are you like this”. She’d read over the missive before eventually rolling her eyes at it and flinging the papers into the fire pit which devoured them happily. She’d shake her head. “I tire of these Canonists. We cannot breathe without one of them seeing and shouting EEEEVIIIILLLL”

Apollyon would yawn loudly when she woke up in her own home in the Halfling village before getting up and washing off her face with soap and water before looking off to the side at that missive she'd picked up yesterday. She'd gasp as realization struck her before shoving it in her pocket and running out. "Cyris!" She hollered and there he was, the Halfling King himself who he shoved the missive too and pointed to the Pontiff's own signature. "'Et's his Hornyness..." A shit-eating grin formed on her face as she continued towards the big city.

 

Once outside Lurin she'd stopped to peek into it's newest vassal Caledonia, where she soon located the purple head honcho himself Conor and waved the missive in front of his face. "'Et's- 'et's-" She'd WHEEZE then giggle madly as she let out in a whisper, the same bad joke for the second time that day. "His hornyness...."  All that before hurrying to the gates of Lurin where she darted inside to locate that wife of her. She ran up and down the streets frantically, scouring the councils' chambers, the keep, the gatehouse, the keep again before finding her, finally, sitting at that old swing they used to go to. There.. she fell to her knees in the grass... crawling the last few steps to her, waving that same missive above her head.  "Lumia!" she huffed and coughed before collapsing altogether... "heh."