Unity Through War, and Onward Into Peace

[Publius 4098]

[!] Across the realms of the old Covenant, riders left the office of a commoner diplomat from Vallagne. His writings bore on them the Sixth seal of Paridisus, reading as follows… [!]

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United Through War, and Onward Into Peace

 

Auspice 3:11. Now the final command of GOD, which is the perfection of the world:
Auspice 3:12. Thus the virtuous of other tribes are marching down from heaven, and the Skies are given over to the sons of Horen.

 

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Spoiler

 

 

Long have we fought for and sought security in the Canon realms, and long yet seems the fight and search for it.

 

Word swirls across the many states across Aevos, urging us back to arms so soon after the mortal struggle the Covenant found itself locked in against the League of Veletz. Word swirls, declarations and proclamations called into question when tested again.

 

These words swirl, as old treaties and affirmations are sucked down the drain.

 

Wildly differing national interests pull apart our once robust allies, no principle guiding us. Where war once saw us stand together, peace sees us wander further away. Why must this be the case? Should it not be easier to stand united in Peace?

 

Our Covenant must not be rendered impotent, lest we lose our unity and purpose in conflict. 

 

Once already, we witnessed it waver. Its purpose is not to be our spoils, that in which we fight for. It is our sword and shield - and what do we use it to defend now?

 

It cannot be the pressure of conflict, unity forever only possible in war, for us to meet only at the edges of a pool of blood. It ought instead to be in shared institutions, in developing beyond our feudal structures that make us hardly anything more than warlords with crosses. To contribute to more than a mortal realm - to create something in the image of His Kingdom.

 

Upon the Crowns bestowed by our High Pontiff, from our Canon Princes and laymen, I beseech you to look upon the example of the Exalted Horen, who united humanity. We are many eons removed from his example, yet his lessons seem lost on most - our Kingdoms no larger than those tribes he once brought together, more divided than they ever were since the Prophet’s time.

 

To each of you who looks upon His righteous example, feeling the urgency in this endeavor, send word to me in Vallagne, by way of the Fairweather Cafe. We must establish, for the benefit of humanity, a society that reminds our people of the virtues and principles.

 

Faithfully yours,

His Excellency Rigoberto de la Cruz, Mayor of Vallagne, Vice-Chancellor of Petra

Edited March 4, 2024 by Publius

[seannie 7443]

Tiber of Aaun, caught pondering whilst overlooking the Silver Sea, is shown the works bearing the Sixth Seal. A content smile quickly spreads, now musing on the conversations he had with the Man of Petra - he replies to the Nauzican,

"Master Rigoberto has published his letterings on the Idea? Splendid! Was looking forth to such. Perhaps now is my time to access the printers once more, so may we sway the minds of our ordained rulers away from the foolishry they befit themselves. For a prosperous and united Humanity, devoid of Ibleesian interference."

 

The elderly Elfling concluded with a repeated tapping of his index upon the nearby coffee table, his silent pondering resumed as the Societal courier dismisses themselves.

 

 

[Nectorist 12869]

Father Davide purses his lips as he reads his friend’s missive, but he eventually chooses to meet with him at a later date to discuss its contents. 

[yopplwasupxxx 5946]

Bishop Amleth sends a letter to Rigoberto stating his interest in conversing with him in the near future.

[Fleeperpriest 1484]

An Owynist Rabbi is reported to have, upon unraveling the document, immediately shrieked in terror, launching it a nigh miraculous distance over the low walls of the Monastery of Santa Juli'el and into the wilderness. He is said to have taken at once to the basin of ablution, scrubbing his hands, then burning his robes and donning the Julian habit, and further secluding himself for seven hours for 'tevilah'. 

 

"THEY ARE SPREADING COGNITO HAZARDS!"