Loyalty to One

[Bird5k 1083]

 

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This missive is placed across the land of Celia’nor and wherever else it may go.


“We are the unyielding radiant flame”

A common cause, bound by one heart, driven by shared emotions, and guided by a singular mind devoted to sacred ideals. This was the dream. This was the vision upon which The Radiant Flamekeepers were founded within your walls. From the moment our Order was formed, I believed, perhaps naively, that Celia’nor could become a beacon. That the Nation of Stars, through faith and guidance, might shift its course away from the cold machinations of power and politics, and toward something greater. Toward something divine.

I believed in that future. I believed in you.

In those early days, I offered you not only my faith but my hand. I stepped into the realm of your politics with the hope that my influence might steer your nation away from pride, from division, from the darkness that festers in silence. I stood before your people as a devout follower of Malchediael, the Patron of Holy Flame and Sacred Purpose, and I sought to extend His will into every chamber, every law, and every promise made beneath your stars.

But now, I see clearly. The light I believed could be kindled in your halls has flickered and died. And in its place, only shadow remains.

I have waited. I have hoped. I have prayed.

But no change has come.

And as a servant of Malchediael, I cannot and will not stand beside a nation whose actions stray so far from His sacred tenets. My loyalty, first and foremost, has always been to Him, to the values He embodies, to the purpose He breathes into each of us who have been Chosen.

His will is not vague. His commands are not hollow. They are clear, unwavering, and eternal.

• To uphold virtuous oaths and bonds.
• To resolve disputes before they fester into deeper wounds.
• To vanquish those who bring harm and transgression upon others.

In these sacred tenets, I find clarity. I find strength. And I find no place for a Crown or council that disregards them so freely.

You have broken your oaths. You have ignored festering wounds. You have allowed harm to spread, sometimes even enabling it through silence or scheming. You were given the opportunity to prove otherwise, to rise above the legacy of your past. Instead, you have only deepened the rot that threatens to consume you from within.

And so, I have made my choice.

I choose Malchediael.

I choose the Flame.

As Chapter Master of The Radiant Flamekeepers, I hereby withdraw our Order from the knightly branches of Celia’nor. I relinquish all political and martial duties once tied to your name. I cast aside any rank or station bestowed upon me by your throne. The oaths I once swore to your nation are now void, not in anger, but in sorrow. I sever them, not with violence, but with the unshakable conviction that no bond should persist when it is built on betrayal.

From this day forward, the Radiant Flamekeepers owe no allegiance to any sovereign, council, or crown. We answer only to Malchediael.

Let none claim this as an act of rebellion, for we rebel against no law of man, but we do stand in defiance of injustice. Let none call this treason, for our loyalty was never truly yours, but His. Let none attempt to twist our mission into ambition, for we do not seek dominion. We seek purpose. We seek to uphold the light.

To my fellow Templars, within and beyond Celia’nor, know this. I do not write these words to divide us. I do not claim your devotion is less pure than mine. We are bound by the same Flame, and we carry the same Blessing. If your path remains within Celia’nor, I will not curse it. But if your heart grows heavy and you seek strength beyond the politics of court and nation, the Flamekeepers will welcome you with open arms. You will find sanctuary, solidarity, and sacred purpose in our ranks.

The Radiant Flamekeepers will continue our mission, unbound by borders, unshackled from thrones. We will stand where others fall. We will shield the innocent where others hesitate. And when the darkness rises, as it always does, we will meet it with the holy fury of the White Flame. That is our oath. That is our path.

Celia’nor has made its choices. Now, we walk our own.

May Malchediael’s will shine upon those who remain steadfast, and may His Flame burn away all falsehood and fear.
 

Xavier Mayer Adiler,
Patriarch Of House Adiler,
Lord Of Favillarium,
Chief Librarian and Chapter Master Of The Radiant Flamekeepers.

 

[Frisket 4538]

"I wish him the best of luck.... Hopefully ponce eats and stops looking like a twig when i am gone"

Ember comments on her own when she reads this

[ValleyOfLavender 580]

Siofra read her father’s words, a quiet sigh escaping her lips. “I wish you luck, Maln… I know there was nothing you could have done,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. With a solemn nod, she set the letter aside and turned to pen her own response.

[ArgentEra 459]

A hooded musin reads over the missive, pinned to a post between the Norlandic and Celianor's lands. "Oh uncle - I wish y' safe passage... for y' and yours..." He said softly, pulling it from the post and into his bag to show his father later.