To the Interdicted and Excommunicated, 2020

[Terry 2680]

"We Haeseni submit ourselves only to GODAN, and vy, Pontifical States, Numendil or whoever else vy may be, evidently do niet speak for him like vyr predecessors once did." Commented an elder Ruthern, dusting off an old set of armor. He had gone to war many a time before, but never against his own man. 

 

Times were certainly changing, and those that foamed at the mouth for war finally got what they wanted, in the guise of Religion.

[ProcaPro 557]

The news reaches Branimar like a slap in the face might meet a child. Poorly. He holds the missive in unsteady hands, and he desperately wishes his family was back from wherever they'd scattered to. Vanir was for Haense, first and foremost. So where did that leave him? Country or self.

The crippled man makes for the aviary, a slow and painful thing. Letters must be sent.

[TaraJess 2848]

Johanna Vuiller rode through the gates of Balian after what may be her final trip to Lemon Hill. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes as she made her way to  her home, for on this day she witnessed her family split apart. Even through apologies, promises of mercy, all she could do the minute she entered her home and shut the door behind her, was weep.

[DancingZebra267 1626]

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Upon hearing the grim tidings of war, Holy Ser Vincenzo knelt before the altar in the Temple of Ard'Karden, his head bowed in heavy prayer. He traced the Rhodesian Cross firmly over his chest, then whispered. "Saint Lucien of Ulmsbottom, pray for us. Fill our hearts with unwavering faith and grant us the strength to cast down the wicked, that GOD’s will may be fulfilled upon this earth. Let our blades strike with holy purpose against the heretics and the Raevir, who for too long have turned from His law. As our forefathers rode forth with steadfast hearts against the Raevirs, so too do we ride now, bearing His light. Let us not falter, though the road be long and the enemy many. Let His justice flow like a river, and may His truth shine through us as a beacon to all. Amen."

 

And now, once more, the LUCIENISTS ride, as they did in ages past against their ancient enemies.

 

[WhimsicalOwl 268]

Lenora sits quietly after settling into her new home at Lemon Hill, eyes red and puffy from crying. She thinks of her siblings, of her own twin. She had made her choice and they their own. In light of the conflict to come, she utters a prayer

[Zqppy 918]

"My whole life me and everyone i held dear were persecuted by Haenseti Schismatics, Heros and faithful pennanced soldiers were slaughtered by the crows and their allies In the night... Justice for Sir Magnus, Justice for Sir Illatius." Earoslav would solemnly speak letting out a great sigh from his hold in Ravenmire "What now do the Haensers use to cope, all they know is War... and so we shall give it to them, through GOD, we have remained, and through GOD we shall prevail. DEATH TO HERETICS, GOD IS WITH US. the true Raevs have returned to put you in your place." the Grand Prince would declare yet again now with more vigor, he would begin grabbing his father's boomsteel hammer looking upon it verily before weeping "Bo, my father.. my only true King.. we march to retake vy home.. to retake it from those who scorned vy made vy take a new name and then chased vy to the edge of the world.. A Raven is much stronger than a crow ever was..." He would wipe the tears from his eyes as he donned his Princely Armor the Amador teal cape flowing as he did so. The crests of Ravenmire and the house of Carrion proudly represented on his tabbard "Me and my family are the last true Carrions descended from Tuvya. We are Ravens, not Crows. We shall have our BLOOD and no one shall stop us.. Death to Haense for God niet Godani." He would reassure himself one last time as he stepped out onto Eastminster street as it was lined with soldiers their Swords raised on high, sons of Renatus and Raev in unity like in the times of Sigismund "Ave Ravenmire, Long Live the Grand Prince, Death to schismatics" the chants echoed out into Earosgrad like A Coven of Ravens drowning out the sky as the carcass of Haense laid ready for Feast.

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1 hour ago, Zqppy said:

"My whole life me and everyone i held dear were persecuted by Haenseti Schismatics, Heros and faithful pennanced soldiers were slaughtered by the crows and their allies In the night... Justice for Sir Magnus, Justice for Sir Illatius." Earoslav would solemnly speak letting out a great sigh from his hold in Ravenmire "What now do the Haensers use to cope, all they know is War... and so we shall give it to them, through GOD, we have remained, and through GOD we shall prevail. DEATH TO HERETICS, GOD IS WITH US. the true Raevs have returned to put you in your place." the Grand Prince would declare yet again now with more vigor, he would begin grabbing his father's boomsteel hammer looking upon it verily before weeping "Bo, my father.. my only true King.. we march to retake vy home.. to retake it from those who scorned vy made vy take a new name and then chased vy to the edge of the world.. A Raven is much stronger than a crow ever was..." He would wipe the tears from his eyes as he donned his Princely Armor the Amador teal cape flowing as he did so. The crests of Ravenmire and the house of Carrion proudly represented on his tabbard "Me and my family are the last true Carrions descended from Tuvya. We are Ravens, not Crows. We shall have our BLOOD and no one shall stop us.. Death to Haense for God niet Godani." He would reassure himself one last time as he stepped out onto Eastminster street as it was lined with soldiers their Swords raised on high, sons of Renatus and Raev in unity like in the times of Sigismund "Ave Ravenmire, Long Live the Grand Prince, Death to schismatics" the chants echoed out into Earosgrad like A Coven of Ravens drowning out the sky as the carcass of Haense laid ready for Feast.

 

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[GhostSHTR 1205]

10 hours ago, Legoboy7984 said:

"It is stated within our Canon Law that nie one may be punished by ecclesiastical penalty unless they have breached canon law. Koeng Joren did niet. Furthermore, it affirms that nie one is guilty of a breach of canon law unless they have voluntarily committed the act or, through negligence, allowed it to occur. Koeng Joren had just ascended to the throne and had nine involvement in such matters. As his borsa was Koeng." The Lord Speaker, Sigmund Ludovar states. "It brings great sadness that this is taking place."

"If the very church who speaks of law and order break the very laws they created. Then the church is lost, we shall stand with our koeng and may godan guide us," spoke Edvard Ludovar to his father within their home of isaakev

[Zqppy 918]

1 hour ago, indiana105 said:

 

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[Toffee 2843]

Erika Kortrevich read over the announcement of war from the confines of ve Karodur, the palatinal tower. Princess Milena may have passed away, but it was as if her spirit lingered there, and brought her a sense of peace.

 

It was a surprisingly eloquent announcement, considering it had sprung from the pen of a man who could not contain his own emotions, nor read the Canon Law with any sense of scholarly nuance. If he had even read them at all. As Erika's pleas to the Curia, and her offer to do penance, were ignored, she had no choice but to publish her own findings. On the legality of excommunication, the dangers of blending the secular with the spiritual, and, indeed, the Lector-Cardinal's own wrongdoings.

 

She poured herself a measure of Carrion Black and set to writing.

[Lortime 1153]

The Patriarch was watering the Garden in St. Joren's, after reading the publication. He fought, with every ounce of strength to prevent his war, but it was not enough. The Pride of His Brother-clerics, the Pride of His Koeng, would sooner damn the continent to utter destruction than they both would genuflect themselves in the Light of the Lord. There was little left to do now except live long enough to clean up the inevitable mess humanity brought upon itself this day. Someone had to care for the simple folk of the realm; it was clear to him that was his Divine Mandate, now. 

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

Spuds read on as he looked upon his created army of primate brained helpers. Rambling off to them his own ideals instead of to the wind or fireplace “War is the only time god cares for people as he grants them the authority to kill others of the same flock. That is divinity. The sheep who met other sheep are now both seen as goats and will be made into mutton which is thrown out instead of eaten up. And I plan to be one of those butchers. Leyd has given me such authority always. And war makes it all ok. Now go sharpen my axe!” 

[Josh3738 3137]

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