TO VANQUISH THE SHADOW, 539 E.S.

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TO VANQUISH THE SHADOW

 

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LADY PALATINE

Naf zwy 7th hag i Msitza ag Dargund i 549

 

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LIGHT PRESERVE. For a generation, this phrase has been ingrained into the minds of all those who served in their youth under the guidance of Patriarch Villorik, Cardinal Jorenus. The formation of the White Comet proved instrumental in instilling a strengthened fervor for faith and an intolerance for all things that dwell in shadow. Be it witches of frost or foul necromancers, the warriors of the Light have charged forth in the name of GODAN to pursue these creatures and figures who have turned over their very souls to unspeakable horrors and hidden overlords.

 

Though the Patriarch’s presence has become less in these past few years, occupied as he is with the greater inner workings of Canondom, his teachings remain. His mission continues. The frozen lands of Ailmere–the northernmost region of Aevos–is fraught with the dwellings of demons and dark magi. The very land, trapped beneath centuries of snow and ice, is holding captive the souls of innocents kept from eternal rest against their will. The land itself is sick, and these covens of malefic heathens only allow the blood they shed and the havoc they wreak to further infect that ancient landscape.

 

The Highland Realm borders Ailmere, where the Haeseni have made their home for three generations now. Some of our territory even encroaches upon it–leading to our clash with the known ‘Raiders’ in the time of King Aleksandr II. And since the death of Blessed Queen Amaya, we have seen increased attacks upon our capital and surrounding crownlands by these shadowy villains who seek to test our resolve and push our people to the brink of collapse. The Aulic Informant’s diligent reports have also shed light upon the dire circumstances of these lurking foes–and the true strength they conceal.

 

As your Palatine, I say this: I grow weary of witnessing more destruction at the hands of these fiends. I grow tired of seeing our crops burned, our farmhands terrorized, and our kinsmen murdered in cold blood. We’re Haeseni, the blood of Joren and people of the North. We shall not fear and turn away from the cold–but confront it, once and for all. This age of shadow in Ailmere must end. And so, I call upon the loyal men and women of Haense to take up blade, bow, or poultice. To bear the banner of the crowned crow in defense of our realm and to ensure our future prosperity. I call upon the Brotherhood of Saint Karl and the Marian Retinue to stand alongside the Crown–to scout and to seek out these devils wherever they might hide. In the name of your King, Marius III, I call upon the Haeseni to see the good Patriarch’s work to fruition.

 

THE KINGDOM OF HANSETI-RUSKA SHALL CLEANSE AILMERE, IN THE NAME OF GODAN & FOR THE LIGHT.

 

WE COME AS CROWS.

 

 

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Godani Jest Wielki,

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Marius III, by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Hochmeister of the Marian Retinue, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Slesvik, Solvesborg, and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia, and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Markev, Nenzing, Siegrad, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Astfield, Buck, Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, and Rytsburg, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector and Lord of the Highlanders, etcetera.

 

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, Milena Anastasya, Lady Palatine of Hanseti-Ruska,

Duchess-consort of Galahar, Lady of Isle Maenvestiyaeo, Kossaras of the Walton Order of the Unyielding

 

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This post is to further generate some roleplay story and conflict in the northern regions of Aevos, particularly in the area know as 'Ailmere'. While we intend to go about things as organically as possible through scouting parties and organized excursions, we encourage any and all dark magic ('darkspawn') groups to please feel free to reach out to us about engagement and interaction. The hope is that this will create meaningful roleplay conflict for both Haense and those who play dark mages of any variety.

My discord is munazaldrizotii, please feel free to reach out to discuss any proposed events between groups!

 

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It seemed that all Tatiyana's life, spent training and learning and hunting, had lead up to this moment - her newly appointed sister as Palatine declaring an official WAR, one she had been fighting since her youth with no official proclamation. The Duchess would swiftly send off her weapons to the Vidausi smith, ensuring her blades would be sharp enough to cut down any shadow which would find itself in her path.

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Mahpiya sat at the feet of his old teacher again, within the confines of his own laboratory this time. He wrote with diligent detail the details of the making & curing of the infamous Sigismund's Candle as he listened to Naith Loa'chil teach Osgod Colborn. News reached them of the Lady Palatine's recent-most missive, the laboratory filling with chatter while he sat contemplatively within his own headspace. He remembered the example he gave to Ipera vas Ruthern, of moderation & extremes.

 

 

He laughed to himself then. I shall throw myself against the eldritch with war cry upon my tongue & a dancing sword in hand. There is no moderation for the likes of them. He looked up from the book he wrote in, a mischievous smile fled from him then.

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The feeling was strange to Villorik.

 

Those who had once followed him as greenhorns, now declaring their own hunts. He wondered if they truly fathomed the capabilities of the Shadow, but he supposed it mattered not; it was their destiny, as sons of Joren, to face hardship after hardship until the calamities foretold by the Scroll of Auspice had come to pass, and Paradise was born from the ashes of the World.

 

From his balcony in Lemon Hill, Villorik's winged helmet stared off across the sky - tinted orange by the setting sun - in the direction of Haense. He pressed a fist into an open hand, and bowed his head.

 

"Light preserve," he muttered in prayer to the hunters, "and prevail."

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Mahpiya sat at the feet of his old teacher again, within the confines of his own laboratory this time. He wrote with diligent detail the details of the making & curing of the infamous Sigismund's Candle as he listened to Naith Loa'chil teach Osgod Colborn. News reached them of the Lady Palatine's recent-most missive, the laboratory filling with chatter while he sat contemplatively within his own headspace. He remembered the example he gave to Ipera vas Ruthern, of moderation & extremes.

 

 

He laughed to himself then. I shall throw myself against the eldritch with war cry upon my tongue & a dancing sword in hand. There is no moderation for the likes of them. He looked up from the book he wrote in, a mischievous smile fled from him then.

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[JuliusAakerlund 2402]

Somewhere deep within the mountain hearth of Kazan, searing hot steel was wrought from rock. With each piece of slayersteel forged Davyd peered into the shimmering mirror of its blade. "May you strike true the foe of man. May you part the darkness and bring forth the light and from it may peace rest upon the land oncemore."

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

Once, a twisted tree stood overlooking the northern kingdom. 

 

Once, a home lay in tatters, blood and animal corpses strew about. 

 

Once, the Haeseni did not simply discuss the notion of the Hells at their doorstep - they lived it.

 

The footprints of something large can be found in the mud around their walls. Something is watching them. 

[iris1612 1780]

Reza Ludovar assumed her stance in the training yard. Knees slightly bent, weight balanced between both feet. Elbow cocked, the tip of the blade hovering just so, at eye level. Then: front foot forward, extend the arm, lunge! 

"You must tell me, in your own words, why it is that you must learn to fight." The Patriarch's words echoed in her mind as she drew back the blade, and repeated the drill from the beginning. Knees slightly bent, weight even. Elbow cocked, point at eye level. Front foot forward-- arm out-- lunge!

She did not yet have the answer. But with each passing repetition, it became more clear to her. Almost like prayer.

[sarahbarah 7105]

From the Seven Skies, one queen of yore beams with pride. Light preserve and prevail.