TO ALL XANNIC ZEALOTS

[framalam 837]

TO ALL FORSAKEN ZEALOTS

 

 

‘TO THE SUNLIT COVENANT, KNIGHTS OF FALLEN XAN, BEARERS OF THE GOLDEN LANCE, ANY SUBSERVIENT, OR ADHERING TO, FORMERLY OR PRESENTLY,’

As brothers in zealotry, and servants, albeit with detachment, of the same Lord GOD’s will, the Poor Fellows-Soldiers of Saint Jude would offer a helping hand to all those previously deceived by the fallen Aengul of Order, Janus.

 

Though Janus’ enactment of Order was Righteous and Just, his deviation from the will of the Lord GOD and his Ego led to his straying from his own Creator. The most esteemed Lord GOD is superior to Janus in every way, for the Lord GOD is superior to everything, in every way.

 

As Janus is dead, GOD lives. As Janus no longer empowers, GOD does. And it is in this fashion that we extend Faith in the one GOD, the Lord GOD, as an olive branch to you deceived many.

You deceived many, who fought, Righteously, and Justly, against the forces of Azdromoth, who seek only to plunge the world into flame, who manipulate the weak-willed, as you know. You, who were defeated, to the woe of the world, to the woe of all that is Good.

 

You deceived many, who now stand merely as servants to a passed Aengul. A lesser being. We, the Poor Fellows-Soldiers of Saint Jude offer you the chance, and life, to worship a greater Lord, the Lord GOD, the greatest.

 

Such may you ascend to His Kingdom, and not to the crumbling ruins of whatever horrid realm Xan has left decrepit for you all.

 

Our Order has more resources, more stationery, more acceptance than the Sunlit Covenant ever held. We are keepers of forts across Canondom, and enforcers against the Shade even past its borders.

 

Our Holy Vicar, the Pontifex Caius Primus, has Holily and Verily executed the Darkspawn which plague any realm he comes across. He has made such grand SINNERS as the Frost Queen repent and tremble before his might. He has slain Vampyres in Heretic Nations.

 

And this is but one man. One Vicar of our Lord GOD. Each of our Holy Brothers and Sisters do the same, every day, every hour, every minute. Our dedication is not to a false deity whose love is only given if you return it. Our dedication is to the Creator, the only, the Lord GOD.

 

And with this dedication, you deceived many, you may repent. We offer bed, food, blade, plate, shield, but also home. Eternal home, within the Lord GOD’s kingdom, across the Skies. Here, no petty Drakaar will ever reach you. No imitant Nephilim will touch you. Only the Lord GOD’s grace.

 

Heed our word, for it is not one of contempt, or of pity, but one of empathy. We raise the branch, and offer a hand, oh deceived many.

 

 

[satin 7600]

Yandel sat in the Black Cells of Tor'Praeth. His dreams were filled with the soft chime of prayer-bells, and murmured, unknowable, golden languages. His waking hours were spent staring at the impenetrable darkness, waiting.

 

My fellow Paladins will rescue me.

 

He did not know what else to think. Rescue had to come. It simply had to. The alternative was too terrible for Yandel to imagine.

[wowj 9747]

11 minutes ago, framalam said:

Darkspawn

"Don't say this word its the second era, say Evil-Doer." Takemura said

[Pancho 4197]

"You call us deceivers and liars, then say you lend a helping hand." A Paladin formerly of Xan sighed as he rolled up the missive and set it on his nightstand. He turned to his brother, Ryvel, as he frowned and tapped his fingers upon the wooden stand. "If a Knight strays from their Lord after doing so much in the name of Light, where is their honor? Nonetheless, don't we all serve the same King?"

@Kanapes

[framalam 837]

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[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"If you recruit, I shoot you," warns a military dictator from the South-West after banishing the gaijin from the Volunteer Brigade.

 

[framalam 837]

1 minute ago, Reckless Banzai Screamer said:

"If you recruit, I shoot you," warns a military dictator from the South-West after banishing the gaijin from the Volunteer Brigade.

"I AM LOYAL SOLDIER OF UNCLE O!!! LOYAL SOLDIER!!" He exclaims, crying.

[Traveller 2718]

Ardromiath grasped the missive between wretched fingertips, flame searing the edges of the page. "Petty Drakaar? We killed Order itself, and all your Pontiff can compare is killing vampyres. At least one Canonist gets the terminology correct - no Branded Light will find themselves under your dead God, their ego is too large."

[asoart 133]

"The vampyres and undead have long united, why can't we?"

[MadOne 4945]

1 hour ago, Traveller said:

Ardromiath grasped the missive between wretched fingertips, flame searing the edges of the page. "Petty Drakaar? We killed Order itself, and all your Pontiff can compare is killing vampyres. At least one Canonist gets the terminology correct - no Branded Light will find themselves under your dead God, their ego is too large."

 

"As if killing 'Order' is some grand feat." Caius said onto Frantzisko, on a totally unrelated topic. "All I have seen of the supposed agents of 'Order itself' is a loose conglomerate of rag-tag brigands that can't even agree with each other on their own doctrine. Order? Psch. The Azdrazi compare themselves to the Sons of Man. I should like to see them boast once they created their first Barony, let alone an Empire."

[kindEmperor 1466]

"Look at these men, pilfering of what was. Starving themselves of the known fact that their petty order of squalor has been erased from all parts of the known earth. - They live to regret, they live to sow their seeds deep in the world and nurture it with seeds of lies. Yet these seeds will not grow, they will never bloom and embrace the rays of the sun for it is dead at their own folly; undone and swallowed as my father gulped the richness of the divine and spat it out." The Nephilim pondered upon the fact for another moment as he bided his time, cackling at the missive before he continued to spew words like fire.  "Their false Idol is dead, the pretender has been left to slaughter at the grace of the Most Powerful. Their culture has been left into ruin and now we are left with the rubble to not only purify what the X*nnites failed at, we will perfect Order. Orderly Asioth. Asioth Orderly. For what does Ruin and Order birth ?" 

My fathers empire was established in an age before men could see with their eyes, now they will feel it within their very minds. For this is the price of greatness. 

And now go X*nnites, join the folly of these men and curse them with your dunce minds.

 

The egg-bearer that child of the New-God, The New-Order and God-Devourer spoke lowly in its humble voice of golden splendor. Its form twisted as its eyes ached at the missive in sheer and utter disbelief. Why? Why feed into a dead god, a dead concept, a worthless ordeal he imagined. 

[cadazio 2105]

1 hour ago, MadOne said:

"As if killing 'Order' is some grand feat." Caius said onto Frantzisko, on a totally unrelated topic. "All I have seen of the supposed agents of 'Order itself' is a loose conglomerate of rag-tag brigands that can't even agree with each other on their own doctrine. Order? Psch. The Azdrazi compare themselves to the Sons of Man. I should like to see them boast once they created their first Barony, let alone an Empire."

 

"I'm sorry, Holy Father," spoke the Crab, covering his ears with a grimace, "I barely caught your words over the forum-roleplay-replies. The talking-to-themselves are so loud I can barely hear myself think! Something-something Pontiff something-something ego? Lord... where is that even coming from?"

[Jentos 9422]

The An-Gho reflected the meaning of Xan's destruction upon a few students and nephilim. 

 

"We nephilim are precisely inhuman. Is power, let alone the greatest feat -- the ability to levy enough men to impress? No - a mere side effect of the Marian plague (1). Our rapture lay beyond the aims of a thousand different nobles, all seeking the same thing. Where one man seeks a crown, us serpents cast our lot, and changed the very world for it. 

 

I have seen countless men impress upon a king a barony, a duchy, a county. Ask them to blot out the sun, and the best could do is raise their hands before my eyes. " 

 

1. 

 

 

[Smol 2229]

Astraea shifts her visage to the flyer, pausing in her work in the fields after spending the morning in clinics caring for those she could help. She stares at it for a long moment before shaking her head a bit. She murmured something to herself, as she simply moved on with her day.

[Frisket 4538]

“They do not welcome us, they collude with the darkness in secret”

 

‘tap tap tap tap’ sounds of water dripping faucet, and from across the dining table sits Sofiele, drinking the water she gathered from it

 

”they continue to mock our effort. When it was them all who we had in mind…”

 

Sofiele frowned heavily, she seemed rather fragile, All that the world does is mock.