Virtue and Honour

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[!] This paper is only accessible to members of The Ivory Charge of Tahariae or those that have been given it by Heulwen herself.

 

Once there was Purity in the world.

There was Honour and Virtue.

Now that we have lost it,

We have lost Peace and Purpose.

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Once, as people, we were crowned in Laurels. A simple, honorary wreath to show our pure virtues and honour in the face of God. For as long as we lived as one race we were crowned in these. Simple icons of our purity and freedom in God.

 

But now that we have lost our crowns. We have lost our Virtues and Honour with them. When they were stolen from us by Iblees, that foul, accursed Daemon. They were placed just out of our reaches. Tedious, but not impossible to retrieve. 

 

But, when God’s children came down in droves, to “protect” the realm. But yet taint and scar it with every step taken on its hallowed ground. We look and remember Aegis for the acts they have wrought onto the world. They have descended to ask for us, Mortals, for our souls to further their Mantle’s reaches in our Realm. To play as pawns and knights for a war that is not ours.

 

Let it be a reminder that in the Holy Scrolls of God, specifically in the Scroll of Gospel 1:7-9

 

“He assigned their roles, and said that Aenguls shall rule all that is, and Daemons all that is not. So they resided in the planes below GOD, and no place was forbidden to them but the Void. And GOD saw that it was good.”

 

Clearly, in God’s own words, Aenguls are not meant to meddle or be in our realm. But yet they do, furthering the distance between us and our stolen crowns of Laurels. All but impossible to retrieve and attain for the average layman.

 

Every Ibleesian, every Infernal being, Voidal tear, horror and those that have given their Soul, their very seat of Purty, to a Divine or Dark being have furthered the divide between us and our vaunted, hallowed Crowns. And it is, that we, in His word, the word and Light of Tahariae that we shall see them felled, denied and put in their deserved place. So that we, and all Descendants can retrieve what is ours by Birthright yet again. 

 

But yet it is in the image of Tahariae, and His gracious silver-ivory light that we shall see them again. It is in His beacon and words will we see unto us the sufferance of our Crowns. It is in his Image, Divine, yet one of Purity and Sense that we will have our Honour and Virtue, our Peace and Purpose, our Purity, given to us again.

 

We will keep the Old Hymn rolling. On and on.

 

Cofiwch Anrhydedd.

Cofiwch Rhinwedd.

Cofiwch Purdeb.

- Heulwen o Ifori Arian

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[Werew0lf 24181]

"Idiot mortal attempting to comprehend the heaven's," bid a spectre of justice, crunching the missive within its gauntleted hand.

[frvma 1014]

57 minutes ago, Werew0lf said:

"Idiot mortal attempting to comprehend the heaven's," bid a spectre of justice, crunching the missive within its gauntleted hand.

"Erm, metagamer." Said Heulwen.

[Werew0lf 24181]

5 hours ago, caerwynt said:

"Erm, metagamer." Said Heulwen.

“Aengul of meta play,” he corrected.