From Shadow to Light

[DancingZebra267 1626]

✠ 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ✠

 

Date: 14th of Malin's Welcome, 2010

To All Faithful and Wayward Alike,

 

We, the men of the Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien, were riding through the blessed lands of the Papal States, our purpose steadfast as we carried out our duties. Upon reaching the lands of Ravenmire, our vigilance was rewarded, or perhaps tested, for it was there that we found the Daemon-Lich known as Zarvoth. The foul creature crept among the lands, surely in search of its next victim, its malevolence palpable even from a distance.

 

Recognizing the foe, we prepared for battle, for such evil could not be allowed to fester in the lands consecrated to GOD. United in faith and purpose, the brothers of the Order; Brother Henri, Brother Laurens, Holy Ser Raullin, Holy Ser Godefroy, and myself, Holy Ser Vincenzo, formed our ranks.

 

The battle was fierce, yet, against the combined might of our brotherhood, the Daemon-Lich faltered. Each of us fought with courage and conviction, our blows guided by the grace of GOD. As the struggle reached its end, it was Brother Laurens, wielding his spear with precision, who delivered the final blow, piercing Zarvoth’s heart and casting the abomination back into the void from which it came.

 

Let this victory serve as both a warning and a testament. To those who consort with the Lord of Deceit, to those who prey upon the innocent and faithful: there is no place for you in this world. GOD’s light shines ever-bright, and His justice is swift and unwavering.

 

To the faithful, let this be a reminder of the strength we hold when united in His name. Together, we shall continue to defend His flock, to purge the land of darkness, and to ensure that His will is done. The Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien stands ever-vigilant, ever-faithful, and ever-ready to bring His justice to the wicked.

 

Deus Magnus.
 

Signed,
Holy Ser Vincenzo, Chaptermaster of the Order of the Grail of Saint Lucien

 

[Dracanium 78]

The Watcher was out walking before stumbling upon a missive, though he saw they mentioned Zarvoth dead. A smile tugged at his lips, crumbling the paper into a ball and clutching it, the paper now ash upon opening his palm which was then soon carried away by the wind. .  "Well, atleast you are getting recognition. Even if it isnt in the way i wanted it." He talked to himself as carried on with his day.

[Pegleg_Bob 1107]

Constantine Leopold Haverlock looks out from his window at the street below, letting out a sigh as he looks at the corpse of the necromancer left on the road. "Bloody Hell, they can't even clean up after themselves after a fight now."  he then cleans up the mess left by the holy knights speaking to himself once more "Still glad there less darkspawn on the road I suppose."