THE SILVER CRUSADE

[_RoyalCrafter_ 3518]

 

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Shield of the Silver Crusaders.

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Les Terres Saintes - French Crusading Song

 

 

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ISSUED BY:

THE DUKE OF BRABANT

ON:

11th of Horen’s Calling, 1968 I.T

 

 

Prayer for Protection.

“May the Creator protect us

And in turn we protect others

Let Him be our shield,

So that we may be His hammer,

ridding this world of darkness.

He who stands with me shall be my brother,

Amen.”

-Antonius Cardinal Artorus, Prayer Book for Owynists.

 

 

The faithful people of the Duchy of Brabant have been under constant assault by the agents of Iblees, foul necromancers and their minions. However, we still stand proud with unwavering faith. When they desecrate our holy grounds, we cleanse them, when they burn our churches, we rebuild them.

 

But now, it is time for the faithful to act, to purge these minions of darkness not only for the sake of the Duchy but for all of Braevos.

 

Thus, I, Ser Sterling Whitewood, Duke of  Brabant hereby call upon the flock of canondom and all honourable warriors to start the Silver Crusade upon the undead forces of The Vicar. This group will be composed of everyone who wishes to prove their loyalty to Godan, as well as those righteous who simply wish to purge evil from the realm.

 

For those hesitant to join, or those who believe the issue is the Duchy’s alone, I assure you that The Vicar doesn’t want to stop at our small Duchy. They want to burn down the chapels of Haense and Balian. They will not stop until our temples are burnt and all that is good is destroyed.

 

Noble or peasant, man or woman, take up your arms today and fight for purity and faith.

 

I saw you for what you are, an old man still scared of death, the fear of my lance causing you to stumble. The wicked powers you wield are nothing short but a mask, to hide your fear and weakness, the fear of closing your eyes and never opening them again.

 

Frail and foolish, afraid of life,

Hides from God and turns to strife,

Dark powers he wields with pride,

His pitifulness cannot hide.

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OOC: Add me and message on Discord if you want to be added to the event/crusade group chat for coordination, and send a bird in-game.

Minimum 15 people for these events. (give or take)

Events will take place roughly 3-5 pm EST

CRP (we will make it not tedious)

 

 

[!] Silver Crusaders standing on business.

 

 

Signed,

His Grace, Ser Sterling Blaxton-Whitewood,

Duke of Brabant, Marquis of Lotusgrad, Baron of Blackwell, Lilenburg and Swan’s Keep, Lord of the Peaks, Protector of the Weefolk.

 

Her Ladyship, Maxima Cosima Falkner

Court Physician and Herald.

[Javert 5717]

The current Regent of Talentine, Henry Arthur Haverlock, strokes his beard as he gazes at the missive. "My Canonist brethren shall not go without aid. Muster the Bannermen." he said to his friend and bannerman, Aleksandr of Talentine. @TheShinyHodzic

[TheShinyHodzic 30]

Bannermen of the Haverlocks, Aleksandr of Talentine, looking at the missive with his lord. "Da, My lord." he said swiftly before running off to rally his fellow bannermen

[DancingZebra267 433]

Holy Ser Gerard would make his way to Lotusgrad. "Deus Magnus!"

[Andustar 2262]

A wandering knight prepared his equipment for the trek to Lotusgrad.

"Ser Sterling calls for aid. He shall have it."

[critter 2544]

Henrik Amador saddles his horse, looking to his daughters as he ties the girth and adjusts the blades strapped to his back. 

"Remember this, lasses." - "When darkness comes for our kin, we ride t'meet it."

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@Cheese@CasChaos@sarahbarah@Melpomenne@garentoft

 

[Sewer_Rat 550]

The Bucket Knight would begin sharpening his pitch fork, in preparation for the crusade, as he made sure that it would be the most polished weapon around.

[Damnit_Delmar 1218]

1 hour ago, _RoyalCrafter_ said:

by the agents of Iblees

From within the depths of his lair, did the old Delmar come to look over the missive, his eyes widening as he brought his ivory clad fist up. "We are capitalists! Hardly agents of Iblees, my student must do better in marketing our allegiances"  Thusly did the old decrepit one begin his work, the whining and screeching of an undead steed, coming to be worked upon. 

[mmjinae 79]

Viviana Ximena Vilac read over the letter in her hand one more time, before tying it to the foot of a pigeon and letting it fly to Ser Sterling. Another soul joins the Silver Crusade.

[Morigung-oog 2592]

Valindra sharpened her aurum blade, her intent to join the crusade against the dark likely known to her friends based on her voiced tastes.

[MrMojoMordor 579]

Pym Volkov gazes at the missive before him: "Well, mea borsa knew them well ag offered shelter- it would be rude va niet extend mea help." he says in a mumble to himself and prepares to send a bird.