schizopost DEATH. TO. HONKMAT!!!!

[framalam 837]

 

PERVERSION OF THE PERFECT SOUL, GIVEN BY THE LORD GOD

 

 

FLAME UPON THE HONKMATI	WOE TO THE  MAGI	WOE TO THE HERETIC	DEATH TO ALL HERESIARCHS

PRAEFATIO

HARK, YE HERETIC, AND TAKE YOUR CHANCE TO REPENT FROM THE GODLESSNESS YOU HAVE EMBRACED IN YOUR SPIRALLING KEEPS OF FOUL MAGICKS. FOR IT IS FROM THE SAME VOID IBLEES CRAWLED OUT OF, AND THE SAME VOID THE DECEIVER WAS BANISHED INTO, THAT YOU DRAW YOUR POWER. FOR IT IS FROM THE SAME VOID THAT YOU DRAW, THAT THOSE AMONG YOU THAT GROW SO POWER HUNGRY INCUR HORRORS UPON OUR PLANE. IT IS FROM YOUR VOID THAT IBLEES’ MINIONS, THAT HIS LEGION OF SAULICANS, MAY WALK ON OUR EARTH, THE EARTH GOD GRANTED US, THE EARTH GOD SPLIT FROM THE VOID. HARK, YE MAGI, AND HARK THE WORDS OF THE EXALTED OWYNSSIAH, THE BLESSED FLAME OF GOD, THE REBUKER OF HERETICS, THE SOLE CONQUEROR OF EDEL. SO TOO AS OWYN CLEANSED EDEL IN HOLY FLAME SHALL THE SERVANT OF GOD, SAINT RAGUEL THE MESSENGER, BESTOW AND CALL THE BANNERS OF MAN ONTO YOUR VILE MOUNTAIN KEEP. FEAR THE PIOUS MAN. FEAR THE FAITHFUL MAN. FEAR THE ZEALOT, FOR THE ZEALOT HAS FAR MORE DEDICATION TO THEIR CAUSE THAN ANY MAGI WILL EVER HAVE TO YOUR FARCE OF A MAGISTRATE. DEATH TO THE HERESIARCH, DEATH TO THE MAGI, DEATH TO THE SAULICAN WHO ALLOWS IBLEES’ ENCROACHMENT INTO OUR HOLY TABERNACLE.

PROBITAS

TO THE SCION WHO HAS ACCEPTED A PERMANENT TAINT ON THEIR SOUL, TO THE CURSED CHILDREN OF THE NAZTHERAK, TO THE CURSED CHILDREN OF METZLI, ALL THOSE MONSTROSITIES THAT RESIDE IN THE WALLS OF HONKMAT. HERE IS VIRTUE. HERE IS HOW YOU REPENT. YOU MUST TAKE YOUR OWN LIFE TO PREVENT YOUR OWN EVILDOING. YOU ARE DEVILSPAWN. YOU ARE VOIDSPAWN. YOU ARE AGENTS OF THE DECEIVER. TAKE YOUR OWN LIVES IN ORDER TO CLEANSE THE MORTAL PLANE OF THE ERROR THAT LED TO YOUR CREATION. NO MONSTROSITY OF THE DAEMONS SHALL BE GRANTED ENTRY INTO THE TABERNACLE OF HOREN, FOR YOU WERE NOT BORN OF THOSE BORN OF THE FIRST COUPLING, YOU WERE NOT BORN OF THE FOUR BROTHERS. SO, YOU WILL BE CONDEMNED TO ETERNAL DEATH, ETERNAL DARK, AND ETERNAL DAMNATION UPON YOUR PASSING. HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THIS? YOU MUST RETURN TO THE STATE YOU WERE BEFORE YOUR UNGODLY BIRTH: NOTHINGNESS. YOU MUST RETURN TO NOTHINGNESS BY TAKING YOUR OWN LIVES AND SAVING THE MORTAL PLANE THE PLIGHT OF YOUR EXISTENCE BY KILLING YOURSELVES.  TO THOSE HORENITE SCIONS, TO THOSE MALINITE SCIONS, TO THOSE KRUGITE SCIONS, TO THOSE URGUANITE SCIONS: RELINQUISH THE TAINT OF IBLEES’ VOID UPON YOUR SOUL IMMEDIATELY, OR FACE THE ETERNAL DOOM THAT COMES WITH AN IMPURE SOUL.

IF YOU KNOW NO WORDS BUT THESE, THOUGH, KNOW THAT THE SOLDIERS OF THE FAITH SHALL STRIKE TRUE, AND THE SOLDIERS OF THE FAITH WILL STRIKE RIGHTEOUS. WHAT USE WILL YOUR HERETICAL FLAME BE AGAINST THE PUREFLAME OF THE SAINT MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL? WHAT USE WILL THEY BE AGAINSTa THE FERRUM MACE OF A DEVOUT PILGRIM, WHO HAS BEEN CALLED TO RECLAIM HIS GOD-GIVEN EARTH? THEY WILL BE OF NO USE, AND YOUR CORPSE WILL WITHER, ALONG WITH YOUR WALLS. SURRENDER NOW AND REPENT.

INVICTUS

TO THE HERESIARCHS OF HOHKMAT, THE MAGISTERS OF A FALSE, SAULICAN SCHOOL - KNOW THAT YOUR RULE IS ABOMINATION AND AFFRONT TO THE LORD GOD AND HIS FLOCK. YOUR ‘MASTERY’ AS YOU SO DEFINE IS MERELY A PERVERTED REFLECTION OF THE DIVINE, HOLY, AND RIGHTEOUS CRAFTSMANSHIP OF THE LORD GOD. I REMIND YOU ANY POWER YOU HOLD PALES IN COMPARISON TO THE OMNIPOTENT, BOUNDLESS STRENGTH OF THE CREATOR LORD YAHWEH. YOUR TIME OF RECKONING HAS BEEN COME, AND HAS BEEN RIGHTEOUSLY DELIVERED BY A TRUE AND LEAL SERVANT OF THE LORD THE SAINT RAGUEL THE MESSENGER. YOUR TOWERS OF STONE WILL CRUMBLE BENEATH THIS HOLY FLAME. YOUR GOLEMS OF THE VOID, IMITATIONS OF THE LEGIONS OF UNDEAD LEAD BY THE DECEIVER, WILL FALL TO PICK, HAMMER, AND MACE, THE CHOSEN WEAPONS OF THE RIGHTEOUS. THE MAGEMONT SHALL TREMBLE WITH THE MARCH OF A MILLION HOLY MEN. THE SKIES ABOVE YOU WILL FLASH WITH THE LIGHT OF GOD. YOUR MAGIC WILL FALTER. YOUR DEFENCE WILL FAIL. KNOW THIS YE MAGISTER: YOU CANNOT BARGAIN WITH THE WILL OF THE CREATOR. YOU CANNOT STAVE THE FLAMES THAT COME FOR YOU WHEN YOU HAVE STOKED THEM SO LONG. REPENT OR PERISH FOR THIS WORLD WILL NOT SUFFER YOUR EXISTENCE ANY LONGER.

VEREDICTUM SANCTUM

THE LORD GOD HAS SPOKEN UNTO US THE MESSAGE, AND DELIVERED IT BY THE HAND OF HIS MOST HOLY MESSENGER AND SERVANT, THE SAINT RAGUEL THE MESSENGER. TO THE WRETCHED MASSES THAT SERVE THE MAGISTER AND WOULD LAY THEIR LIFE DOWN FOR A FALSE CAUSE, KNOW THAT YOUR SUBJUGATION TO THE IBLEESIAN IS A SIN IN AND OF ITSELF. HONORBOUND OATHS TO FALSE KINGS ARE NOT DISHONOURABLE TO BREAK. THE MOST HONOURABLE ACT IS REGICIDE. STRIKE DOWN FAERYEL. STRIKE DOWN SULERION. STRIKE DOWN ALL THOSE WHO SEEK TO ENSLAVE YOU AND HAVE YOU DIE AT THE HANDS OF A RIGHTEOUS CAUSE. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MEAT FOR THEIR GOLEMS, NOTHING BUT CADAVERS TO INSPECT TO THEM. YOU WERE NOT MADE TO LIVE BENEATH THE SHADOW OF THE VOID, YOU WERE MADE TO EMBRACE THE LIGHT OF THE LORD GOD. THE SAINT RAGUEL THE MESSENGER HAS DECREED THE SEVEN SKIES CLOSED. THE KEY TO THESE GATES ARE IN THE HANDS OF THE SONS OF HOREN, THOSE WHO SWORE THE COVENANT OF PURITY, THOSE WHO WERE GRANTED THE GIFT OF SPREADING THE WORD AND VALUES OF THE LORD YAHWEH. NO SIN CAN ESCAPE THE WATCHFUL EYES OF THE LORD. LET NO MAGI DOUBT THE TRUTH OF THESE HERE WORDS, HARK!: THE SOLDIERS OF THE FAITH MARCH EVEN NOW, THEIR BANNERS OF THE SAINT MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL RAISED HIGH, THEIR WEAPONS BLESSED, THEIR CAUSE RIGHTEOUS. THEIR ZEAL, THEIR UNWAVERING FAITH SHAN’T CRUMBLE AGAINST THE HERETICAL, UNSTEADY, FALSE VALUES THAT YOU SO PRECARIOUSLY STAND UPON. RISE UP AND STRIKE THEM DOWN.

EPISTLE TO THE MAGI

‘Grace to you and peace from our Lord GOD, the Most Merciful, Singular, and Omnipotent. I am Owyn, servant of the Lord, called to prophetic vocation in His service.

 

Verily, the Lord GOD put many powers into the hearts of men, and we are all commanded into His service and the service of others, whether as physicians, craftsmen, or kings.

 

But you, reserving your gift for your own power and gain, unknowingly serve the gain of Iblees. GOD’s power is eternal and mysterious, without part or form, incomparable to any. Who can truly imitate the Most Unknowable?

 

The Lord GOD has no peer, but you seek power like His, even equal power. This is a selfish sin, for none can compare to GOD, none can truly understand Him. You seek not wisdom for the good of others, but desire power for yourself. This is the deepest blasphemy—envying GOD, a desire that cannot be attained.

 

The Lord is the Most Incomparable, and no one can surpass Him. You must find satisfaction in serving your realm and the realm of men. To you wicked magi, I say: GOD is unknowable, His mysteries are holy, and no art can rival His boundless ability.’

IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!!!!!!

FROM MY OWN RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LAYMAN-DISPENSED JAMES II VERSION OF THE HOLY SCROLLS. AS A HUMBLE ACOLYTE I HAVE NOT LAID MY EYES UPON THE MOST HOLY, PRISTINE, ORIGINAL TEXTS. THIS IS NOT A FUNDAMENTALIST QUOTATION. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LUCIEN

Edited September 6, 2024 by framalam
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[bumblefina 2766]

Mother Clover opens a little hatch in to Lucien's cell under the Lemon Hill monastery and slides him his plate of gruel while he scratches his missives onto the stonework. She will pray harder for his full recovery.

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Glim agreed

[Cat Evocation 3728]

The three mages left in the empty streets of Hohkmat would stop their tea party. "Do you hear something? Shouting in the distance perhaps?"

 

 

"Nah." Said another.

[Lmcfc 515]

2 minutes ago, Mr. Etan said:

The three mages left in the empty streets of Hohkmat would stop their tea party. "Do you hear something? Shouting in the distance perhaps?"

 

 

"Nah." Said another.

 "ea have not heard anything my friend" another mage sipped at her tea "absolutely nothing"

[H 820]

Ayche is moving some of his belongings out of his old office in the Chamber of Fire. It's been many, many years since he was back in the city - thankfully, that old sword is still right where he left it.

He tilts his head as he steps off the lift and heads back out onto the empty streets. "What was that?"

"Must have been the wind."