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Lucien's Rebuke of Nevaehlen

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After seeing the word of the High Priest, Holy Ser Vincenzo would send out a missive across all of Canondom.

 

 

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Sanctimonious Derfey rises on the third day from the crypts of Nevaeh'len. It was after all they who had delivered him to the cross in the first place, it is they who admonished him and called out to the Deceiver to banish him from the realms of men.

 

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"Let there be peace. Forgive the Wood Elves for their transgressions. It is in their nature."

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"Everiazh really be targetin' elvez huh." the goblin notes. Glad not to be an elf himself.

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Isolde peered down towards the missive that would soon reach her hand as it made way across the lands. Her eyes peered to her still, ever destroyed and maimed shoulder. Recalling that night - of which had stolen not only a limbs worth, but her passion of archery with it - at the hand of these Holy Knights.

 

" 'None shall be maimed or slain unless they have specifically provoked a provision of this code.' "


"False face must hide what the false heart doth know. I shan't allow your grievances repeated on another of the Nevaehli people, again."

 

With that, it was crumpled - and tossed away. As she made way to the clinic, in search of further aid or perhaps replacement of her destroyed shoulder and unworking arm.

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Prince Thorin of Ravenmire ponders the geopolitical effects this shall have. Yet, a child of Ravenmire was unjustly dealt harm, and for that he was happy that action was being taken. Even so, there was much to be done, and the Prince soon began preparations to ride to Numendil to discuss matters with Tar-Anorhil.

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After reading the missive Gul'ash would move to a wall with the words "Darkspawn Invasion" and "Canonist Crusade" carved into it together with an array of tally marks underneath both.

 

The Nevaehlite goblin would add another tally mark to the latter shaking her head.

"Evuri zkaheeng tik dey Bûrz-zpawn tayke agh leahd dey kanoniztz feehl dey neehd to mayke eet evun ahgain."

 

Gul'ash would then wander off into the Vale again, preparing herself for the fun times that were inbound.

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Lareh picks up its axe once more readying against these cannonists once more "I...... will........ defend....... our....... home..." boomed out the massive golem  after this missive was read to him

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"How would the world fare, one must wonder - if other lands made ventures into Lands of Canon at the smallest slight?"

 

Something muses at the far-edges of reality. No answer is returned and for this, it is grateful.

 


 

 

Something stalks through the trees within the Mountains and Forest. It waits, patiently.

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The Prisgoth found himself wandering through a nursery of Ameonn'ikurn, rounding up fallen branches as quiet tunes rang from closed lips to appease resources of old. An oddly stubborn dedication led him on his task; he'd sworn himself to self-preservation, to remain alive longer than all others - to avoid dying by hands of men whose lives ceased earlier than his own. And yet, to cower was a greater shame.
 

Much like Aeve, and much like Kairn; his blade would meet the battlefield, remaining vigilant against all odds. 

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Yhl’Flaaowni pauses in her art when she heard the news, retracting her hand from the torn body of the orc she had been using the blood of to create a mural of Metztli. Bringing a towel up to wipe her hand, she hums to herself as her hulking bodyguards stood to attention.

 

Seems we am have new target.” The cheetrah murmurs, looking over the mechanism. “Good. Been long time since she sacrificed Canonist.” 

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"Good!" Spoke the Bishop. Though he and the Grail often butted heads, standing on opposite ends of the spectrum of the Faith, for once he was happy to see them being called upon. "These are the true enemies of the faith. GOD-speed Brothers." He nodded in agreement with the missive, and looked forward to supporting the operations. 

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"Ai. I as an outsider have not much information on this events expect currently this paper from this Church, that has a large influence over lands, including Petra. It is sad to hear, from what this single source tells, that Elis Amélie d’Amaury got harmed by the elve in an inappropriate violent reaction. To a question, that is intrusive in context of Nevahles differing belief systems, but could have been answered in a more civil manner. Especially to a child.

Reading before, this line of events came from that another elve was revealed to be a necromancer. Individuals like them do pose a danger to everyone and should be investigated, their risk to society rated. But only against them personally should adequate action be taken in addition to other involved, who truly actively by their own will help in the individuals harmful work. The same "only against them"-action should be taken against the elve that used violence as an answer to a child's question. But it is for the nation, to prosecute their own citizens for crimes. Demanding for a punishment is possible and some heavily pressure can be applied towards Nevahlen. Yet here In Fathers name, a whole crusade is that would target everyone, even uninvolved citizens, is exaggerated. 

That is what my conclusion is, from what information stand I currently have. It will be important to get also a statement from the other side. Only then, like The Marbfil told, the truth in between can be found.

Father, please led aid and comfort to all innocent, that got harmed or will be harmed. Aiio-livo Vati, Eiios velco-livo."


Would Viny speak to herself while working on her winery interior, while reading this text.

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A great, deep shame filled the heart of the devil after reading the theology present. Rotten and bitter was the taste in Reinhard's mouth, and his gut churned in nauseated disgust that he shared kinship with these people, at least, in lineage. However, perhaps the so-called blessing he bore was that he did not have to suffer looking like these demons. Perhaps the mercy he was offered was that he would always be rejected by the real evil that walked the world. Despite his horrendous circumstances, there was a comfort to be had in that thought.

 

Else.

 

The word rang in his mind like sweet music adrift on the wind. Maybe, just maybe, to be else was to be their opposite. Would he just become a hypocrite, then, as so many canonists did? It was something to ponder. Perhaps it didn't matter. Perhaps none of it mattered! Afterall, here these canonists were fighting for a dead god, or fighting for a lily-livered one. They shed blood and sacrificed and became murderers for a falsehood when they could pick from a thousand other, tangible truths.

 

Yet they chose murder.

 

And then his mind turned to the prior saint's day, when mangled arrivals had appeared in the clinic from a truly unholy, necromantic assault. Where was this Holy Grail then? Nowhere. Where were they when he was drugged, and abused? No where. Where were they when it mattered? No where.

 

No, they would rather stab the tree-loving folk for existing. Maybe for having a revealed darkspawn. And, yet, that place was safer than anywhere else the devil knew against dark entities, and the void.

 

He hoped, prayed, even, that if some god truly did exist for these people that he let them suffer all the ache they put upon others tenfold.

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