The Covenant of Ivoria

[HeyitsNano 1582]

 

 

HOMELAND OF THE IVÖRI

With Reference

 

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As proclaimed on the 7th of Owyn’s Flame in the Year of our Lord 2003.

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“Unto we who strive, who labor, who heed the high summons of Providence.”

 

HEARKEN O FAITHFUL,

 

Long hath the path of exile wound before us, a well-trodden road for we who name ourselves Ivöri. We are a people bound by creed forged in days beyond memory, borne aloft by the breath of ancient promises spoken when the world was yet young. Through lands both strange and barren, through tempests of fortune and misfortune as bleak as night, we have carried this flame–that we are bound to no soil save that which the Almighty Himself hath promised us in His word and sealed in prophecy. Strangers have we been, yet never lost, for that familiar pilgrimage in the fires of affliction. Thus was it in the eons past when we first arrived to a homeland, and thus is it still. A people quiet, yet resolute, figures cast in shadow, yet pursued in the light of God.

 

Our rites have girded us as iron; in the high passes, our songs have risen like the mountain mist, a yodel of yearning unto the heavens. At our firesides we gathered in long nights, breaking bread in fondue as the fruits of our labor. We have moved bound as steel by our forebears’ customs, by the echoes of prayers that reach beyond time. For it was written in the scrolls that the path of those chosen by the Almighty is wrought in trial, that we are as metals within the earth, shaped by the blows of hardship, formed to endure and to rise.

 

 

And thus, in a day’s swift passage, have we come unto that sacred height which was promised, the hallowed ground once known as Hochmacht. A crest ancient and solemn, broken by the wrath of the Almighty, laid bare as testament to His justice. In this place of humbled pride and scattered ruin, we christen its name anew: Mount Vindicta. Upon this high seat shall we claim our Providence, our heritage reborn upon these heights. Here is our homeland, here shall our feet root upon the soil we call Ivoria, blessed by the hand of His Holiness and given by Providence’s own breath, that we may dwell at last.

 

We raise our banner to the fierce winds, its hues of blue and white cast from snows and skies as our fathers knew them, a standard lifted upon this height for all to see. We see this land sanctified and eternal, a refuge to bind us as one. Here shall the Ivöri raise their voices; here shall our hands craft the cheeses of our forebears; here shall our feet tread in the dance of reverence upon stones ancient with memory. Each act we take upon this soil an act of faith, each custom our creed renewed.

 

So may this land endure for our sons and daughters, that they may walk upon hallowed ground, their steps echoing the lives of the ancestors who kept this promise. For it is written that they who hold fast to the Almighty’s word shall be sheltered by His grace and blessed in the land He hath ordained. Thus shall the Ivöri be bound in spirit to these heights, as the mountains stand tall, as the stones of Ivoria are rooted firm.

 

"The Lamb of the Mountain is now King in the East; and woe be to he who connives to banish it," of Horenic Determinism

 

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IN NOMINE DEI,

 

His Grace, Ser Atticus Keen, Princeps of Ivoria, Knight of Ivor, Protector of the Ivöri people

 

[Publius 4098]

President Levi Summers smiled broadly, so elated with the news of the industrious Ivöri people’s success. He would send a messenger to Ser Atticus Keen, bearing goodwill and interesting offers…

[tadabug2000 4918]

The youngest Keen, a mere toddler, peered over her home with a narrowed gaze, utter judgement there. "Papa! Where is all the pink?" Anneliese was flabbergasted at the sheer lack of the color!

 

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[Jayphynph 279]

”Ave Keen!”

 

A young child, not quite able to focus on things greater than the toys in front of him, felt a wave of passion and determination crest at his temple. 
 

Matthias Julius Keen looked up from the great battle he had manifested with his plushes, hearing two words from a source unknown. He shrugged and returned to his games.

 

[RedeemedAidan 1125]

A Knight of Ivor totally out of his own volition commented to himself, "The place needs more pink.."  This was most certainly said under his own volition and not because he was held hostage by the toddler Lady Keen. 

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[Legoclub22 122]

"Ave Ivöri," an aged Knight uttered, "Ave Keen." He gazed across the mountains before him, breathing in the cool, fresh air. It invoked in him a sensation he had not felt in years. "By God, we shall have our home again."

[OBJCTION 43]

Brother Raullin looked over the missive, his eyes landing on the picture of him proudly in display in the middle of the missive "yes...the model of ivor" he proudly uttered to himself in passing before returning to prayer

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[Kardika 1057]

Vindacus strode into the camp on his horse. He eyed the shacks and shambles, disdain coveting his voice.

"How the mighty have fallen... indeed... perhaps in time it shall be restored... yes... it shall be so..."

He murmured to himself as he began to chart out the landscape, setting stakes into the ground as he went.

"We've work to do..."

[Javert 9615]

Ser Meili Altwegg, a loyal Knight of the House of Keen, smiles happily as he goes back to making cheese.

[teeylin 1688]

The calloused hands of Ser Willermus-Bertschy von Graf penned a short message to Lord Keen. "Old contracts must be held, hear?"

[Trenchist 864]

Fr. Rabbi Elim of Esbec sits in a corner of the Lemon Hill Papal Complex signing off things, scribbling nondescriptly. A sudden urge dawns on him, as a small opening in his window beckoned. He felt the crisp cool air of the mountain, and for the first time in a long time breathed anew.

[framalam 837]

A little figure of an old man rocks side to side upon mossed stone.

”Saint… Saint Lucien smile on us? Saint Lucien?” he calls out to a VERY DISTINCTLY SAINT-LUCIEN-SHAPED piece of moss.