The Return & Reconciliation

[PCSwift 1422]

The Return & Reconciliation
 

• The Lands of New Ar’norian

 

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Adunians have fallen too far into the steps of Harren, becoming almost indistinguishable from other Humans. Humans that have killed us for no other reason than the purity of our blood. Many of our kind have left for better lands, taking a chance on emigration, or assimilated into the culture of Canonism. This is a calling for Adunians who still follow the ways of our ancestors, who truly believe in the Gods that have given us our place among the descendants. We are no mere humans-We are of purer blood. The blood of Harren and Sarai.

We must return to the old ways, reconcile with our Gods and progress further from where our forefathers were halted by those who still subjugate us to this day. We will gather South of Krugmar, where we can have our own home, free from the influence of Kingdoms who have persecuted us, and wanted nothing more than our deaths. We will grow stronger, recover our old ways and continue our way of life as the Creator had intended us to live. 

It is now that I call upon all true Adunians; perhaps those who have hidden from assimilation and venerate their ancestors. Those who have lived in anguish, under authoritarian governments who do not respect their kind. But not those who live in the White City, playing Canonist and Human. Nay, not those who have turned a cheek to their forefathers, and those before them. 

 

May your Ancestors guide you all.

 

Asbjorn Carthaig

 

 

 

 

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[_Elrith_ 4525]

"Are these the true descendants of Cartref Mor?" The High Keeper asked those of her clergy and council. "We should have casted all of them; as what was done onto the Oathbreaker, Aurelion." She snarled.

[__Hergh 785]

A forgotten adunian, bereft of flesh and path, would read such words if the sinews that frayed and hung from her skull; the creature would smile. The Thuri-Elendil's people were not gone and consumed by the White Spires of Numendil. Though stuck in place, she was, her bones had long since calcified. Fed only by the small creatures foolish enough to near her snapping jaws. There was still some hope left in the beast's maddened mind that her traditions would continue.