Union of Fire

[Onnensr 1908]

 

UNION OF FIRE

 

Salutations and Blessings,

Joy and Laughter,

Be Whole and be Goodly,

And be Entirely without Want.

AMEN.

 

Soon the next battle is upon us! The Covenant and the League will march against one another in battle, to settle the transgressions of the former, and to again elevate the latter to its rightful position as the one true believers upon the continent. Blood will be spilt, good blood on both sides, and it is a tragedy we are brought to this every fifty-odd years now it seems. That the earth ever dries at all is its own sad miracle, lest we could never till the swamp of carmine our nation's sow. No one disagrees – I should think – it is unfortunate we’re brought to end the lives of Man again and again, but what should come on the day of our Victory? What can we expect when the last trumpet quails?

 

When we have at long last toppled the demon-riddled cities of Celia’nor, or Haense, we must turn to the source of their corruption. What happened in these places to cause them to go so stray from the light of God, and when? Was it in their very blood all along? I don’t believe that, but I believe – it began decades if not hundreds of years ago. Precedent was set, iniquity was sold as the balm to temporal woes, so that today we have it that when you walk into Celia’nor, there is always a non-zero chance you might see a servant of Mordring in open daylight. But why is he there? Why is it, in these cities infested with reprobates, that these people are there at all? Their black masters sent them, from behind the veil of night.

 

In the vast cosmos dark legions well with the corpses of our enemies and compatriots alike, with their mangled souls, with Man’s inventions and genius in hand. They are waiting for the day Aeos is too frail, too thin, as they’ve fattened themselves on our miseries. When this war at last shall end and the Lord’s wedded Church again looks across the board map to see a sweep of gold, our great conquest over depravity once more, it will not see on that map the root cause of any single drop of blood nor fleck of flesh shed in all that killing, nor could it merely see its lair and march up to its gate!

 

The enemy gate of the future wars is not on the map, not for hundreds more years might it be. Their gate is across the stars, and we must consolidate our planeswalkers and our good angels, and bring to them God’s justice. Let no realm outside our own forget, the Sons and Daughters of Man are the most inventive, intelligent, merciful, beautiful, blessed and FAITHFUL products of the Almighty. 

 

Let them see us Manifest our Destiny across the stars!