Virtue & Repentia

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ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY                                                                        SINCE, 20TH MARCH, 2024

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As of yesterday, it’s been One Full Year, since first joined our little community here; and joined in writing this beautiful

story all together; there are few words that can amount, how dear & beloved, each of our lovelies here, have come to be,

and mean so much to me, and beat, in my heart’s, every small beat - I love you all, now & forever!

 

May this be my official anniversary post! ♥

 

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PENNED, SIGNED & AVERRED.                                21ST GODFREY’S TRIUMPH, 2020 IMP

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✦ HORENIC COVENANT OF OUR MOST EXALTED FATHER ✦

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R E P E N T I A

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HAENSE - REINMAR - PETRA - HYSPIA - BALIAN - CELIA’NOR

 

 

 Communique, by Amélie de Sacré-Coeur, Founder of the Covenant, 2020 ɪᴍᴘ’

 

 

VIRTUE & REPENTIA

“ Our Father’s Virtue, Here Yet Lives ”

 

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Honoured, Hearts, of the Covenant. What begs our steel, raised high aloft. Lest Father’s Virtue, Heart & Hope.

 

How long hence, did we look back; on our  mothers, fathers, sweat & blood; our kinfolk past, had wrought, in soul,

nary in steel, in fire, alone; that our Father’s Virtue, can naught fade, that it will break, and sunder fate; for amidst

the deepest, darkest night; there will e’er stand, of virtue’s light; those star-spun kin, of heart, and creed, sworn to

naught, but virtue’s deed; no quarter shown, to aught else, seen; but hate, and wroth, and tyranny.

 

For in lament do I chance weep; my heart sunk low, as my hand reaps;  raised aloft, for all to see, I give my life, to

His decree. I naught but pray for His mercy; for I have naught, left to grant thee.

 

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- ‘Repentia’, Amélie de Sacré-Coeur

 

Thirteen Summers - how hastened the march of winters, moons, and eves, seems now. I begged wonder, for all but

Three, how I chanced, to be returned; whence naught, greater & beloved, Princes, Sisters, Kings.

 

I still feel it; the warm depositions, of incandescent light, refracted, sourceless, amidst the very air, replete - in fields

of flowered gardens & brightest aurum light, the weightless touch, of our Seven’s Verdant Skies.

 

I still hear them; the bustled joyous calls, and cries, of our dearest risen kin - their words, echoed to my heart’s, every

long, since, beat. Only for the last of which to bid: “ Your duty’s naught complete. ”

 

SACRÉ ✦ COEUR

 

Thirteen Summers; have I tread, returned, from the Seven’s warm embrace; and thirteen summers, did I labour, with

the dearest hearts, the realms, have seen, unto this final charge, our Father, thence, left me - united Canon, stood as one,

in virtue, heart & creed.

 

First came the Pact of Garmont; whence, to my heart’s every small beat, did see our Númendain, Pétrine & Haeseni

kin, join in march, for all to see; two dearest hearts, so close to mine, that of the Tar, and Midland King.

 

Yet though lamented, it’s parting; did suffer naught, my labour cease - as had called, on all our kin, those I call yet,

of  brothers, sisters, kings; such from its ashes, thence to rise, the tempered bond, that joins our kind; nary a shackle,

but its link.

 

From Highland Tribe, our kinfolk strong; a Feldmarshal, and her Prince bold, resolve of steel, and willed of stone.

Battlebrothers, one & all, whence sieged as one, Belvedere’s Hold; to avenge the fall of the late soul, of our sworn

Caius, bold & strong.

 

From Midlands Wide, our kinfolk brave; a Prince, and his cousin, King, now resting, in their grave. The first to stand,

and last to fall, in resolution & resolve; from whence we sieged, Iblees’ fiends, and thence marched, here, to our heart’s

deed; to a Covenant, herefore, unseen.

 

From Shores of Spring, our kinfolk bold; a young Prince, now witnessed grown, a King as kind, as wrought gemstone. 

Beloved, and dear, as heart’s virtue; lost of doubt, we march in truth - for what is fair, and just, and kind, is plain to see,

naught just this time.

 

From Sanded Dunes, our kinfolk just; a young Queen, of passioned want, valour stood, laced to her heart, to keep His

virtue, in entente. A kinfolk fair, and just, as seen - steel raised high, and arrows lean; for whence justice, begs of it’s

call, it is our blades, that it, will hold.

 

From Malin’s Reach, our kinfolk graced; a Princess, kin, of  differed faith. Yet virtue sings, as wind, their blades; for

so past wrongs, nary begged hate. Riding as one, since fateful day, whence was returned by our Lord’s flame; valour

walks with us this day, and so does our kindred’s blade.

 

And alas..

 

From Riverlands, of kinfolk mine; my children, kindred, that doth shine; for which I serve, and give my life. Whence

virtue begs, our heart’s each beat, whence for aught Aevos, would toil & bleed; sooner to forfeit of our lives, than

spurn & shed, our Father’s cries.

 

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Yet whence our Princes, stood as one, my heart had sunk, labour undone - met with doubt, from dearest friends, of

cloth, of cross, and professed faith - I had met with them, to hush their fears, unfathomable, as they appeared; yet

my heart, would sink, and break, with each word, they spoke & bade.

 

Our Father’s virtue, all but lost, cast aside, by dearest brothers, of the cloth; cast amidst, the stifled touch, of ego,

avarice & worth. Our Lord’s banner, raised aloft, whilst of His virtue, all but lost.

 

For amidst His parting grace, nary else, is grand, and great; I pled, I wept, yet thence I knew, our Father’s words, to

me, were true - in His love, He let me try, to hush & change, the course of time, yet in the end, it would not be, this

was my labour, last decree.

 

The sevens weep, and so do I; for I naught relish, this dark time - I shall reap, I’ll sweat, I’ll bleed, this is my duty

to carry; whence this last labour, chances done, my life I forfeit, my duty none - cast unto our Father’s Flame, for by

His will, my hands I stain.

 

 

A SERVANT’S LAMENT

“ Our Father’s Virtue, Here Yet Lives ”

 

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“ The sevens weep, and so do I; for I naught relish, this dark time - I shall reap, I’ll sweat, I’ll bleed, ”

this is my duty, to carry; whence this last labour, chances done, my life I forfeit, my duty none;

cast unto our Father’s Flame, for by His will, my hands I stain.

 

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- Servant’s Lament, Amélie de Sacré-Coeur

 

Virtue, is nary nebulous - it is plain; as loving smiles, midst the rain; as red daubed cheeks, when it is cold; as gifted

warmth, when gray, and old; service lost, of want, or need; tireless, to each heart’s beat; for we rise, whence one

can’t stand; in defence, of kin, and land.

 

It lives in each, of our heart’s beat; delicate, it wants to breath; stifled, choked, unto one’s pain; mercy aught that it

does crave; whence nurtured, grown, from it’s small bud; does it thence flow, as does, one’s blood. For..

 

I am no more, no less, than you - a servant, hence, to god’s virtue; to our kin, and blessed flock, to each heart, of hill

or loch; it is for them, that we do rise, for their smile & precious lives; for we know, we’re naught our God, divinity,

we needs naught rob; for His justice, kind & fair; it is His children’s, now to bear!

 

 

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THE DAME, Amélie de Sacré-Coeur, Founder of the Horenic Covenant of our Most Exalted Father,

Ordained Vicar of the Faith, Holy Knight of the Faith, Servant to God, His Virtue & His Flock,

‘Show Mercy Father, For It’s No Longer, Mine To Give’

 

 

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HORENIC COVENANT COA

 

Credits: Lily (Pomegrad) ♥

 

Pomegrad was a sweetheart, and made the Horenic Covenant COA; using the symbolism first conceived for th e

Covenant & taking it so so much further, please send her all the love for it!

 

SYMBOLISM ✦ If you’re curious about the symbolism of the Covenant, formatting & COA, conceived, by Lily

& Myself, will include it here for all our lovelies, that are curious:

 

✦ Golden (Or) Laurel - The Symbol of Exalted Godfrey, as listed in the legenda sanctorum.

✦ Lorraine & Pendant - Representing the realms of Canondom, united in faith & it’s virtue.

✦ Crowned Knight (Helm Affronte) - Symbolizing the Canonist Princes, of the Covenant.

✦ Grapevine - Representing Celia’nor, having a deep importance in their history & culture.:

✦ Holly Leaves - Representing thorns, an aegis, as beautiful, as stalwart in the defence of faith’s virtue.

✦ Elf’s Hair Vine Flower (‘Repentia’) - Representing Faith’s virtue; fragile, delicate, and in needs of protection,

and nourishment, should we hope for it to nary wilt, break, or fade. Having even conceived, that it could come to

be known, as a 'Repentia' among the Covenant Realms, later on, if the Covenant wins & succeeds - to show that by

its light (virtue's light), even that which is led astray, may be wrest back unto our Father's Virtue & Path.

 

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From humble arrangements, Dszamila read over the missive of Amélie, from her triumphs to her plights. Although their paths did not start the same way, Dszamila knew that theirs, like many, converged onto one. Even if she may not see the Pétrine’s face up close, nor may she know the Haeseni’s own, they still journeyed together. Step by grueling step, they marched to the same fate–for themselves and the realm. 

 

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I am so thrilled I got to work with Amélie on the Horenic Covenant crest, along with those who gave their feedback to bring us to our final product! It’s been so refreshing to collaborate across communities and make friends along the way. <3

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**Valerie has always been immensely proud of her little sister and knows that their older brother and sister would feel that way too, seeing what their youngest has become. Although her role is to prepare to care for the wounded, Valerie has never stopped admiring Amelie. Whenever she can, she is there in her clinic or at home, ready to greet Amelie with a loving smile, hold her in a hug full of affection, and make her feel how proud she is of her.

 

"Be safe Ame, i know this will go well...i will wait at home for you to came back"

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Estevot smiled reading the missive. He recognized the last name and thought of Valerie. He hadn't seen her in years, but she was one of his only real friends from his days as a Holy Knight left. He hoped she was doing alright in this war, and that it would end soon. Nonetheless, he prepared to help however he could. And so he continued his training.

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"For a mother, the cry of war and the cry of her child are never far apart, and both demand her strength."

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She had prayed, with quiet desperation, that the worst was behind her; her heart clung to that fragile belief, seeking solace in the idea that the storm had passed. Yet still, the tremors lingered, a whispered echo of nightmares, an unshakable trace of the infernal darkness that held her in its grip. Even now, the subtle quiver of her hands portrayed the truth.

She stared at the missive, a silent sorrow in her gaze. Brows furrowed, lips pressed tight. The Dame-Warchief held her son closer since the Battle of Kretzen. She fought for him. And it was to him she would disperse her wisdom, for it was only with him she sat.

"If it is battle they seek, then battle they shall have, just as our ancestors of the Tribe of Theoderic and Gelimar did before us. War is not a mere clash of blades, but a trial of strength and will, to test the worth of our resolve. We fight not to destroy, but to prove that we can endure. Only after the fires of war have burned hot can we sit, as our forebears did, and seek the peace that follows. This is the way of our people."
 

 

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WER RASTET, DER ROSTET.