Irony, Faceless and Ashamed

[HeyitsNano 1582]

 

I R O N Y

FACELESS AND ASHAMED

 

Published by Atticus Keen, Prince in Ivoria

6th of Godfrey's Triumph in the Year of Our Lord 2023

 

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Brothers of Ivor,

 

IRONY. There is no better word.

 

When we settled on Mount Vindicta, as a people seeking homeland, the world order created myth and  resistance. Remember when they created stories of us, painted us as evil and accepted any rumor as truth. When the cabals of the enemy colluded to destroy and root our spirit, we were seen antagonist. 

 

IRONY. They said that these Pontifical States would only turn into ruin, that we would be rooted out, tossed and turned, thrown into the dust and left to die with the Church of God. They paraded in their palaces and forts, in their tea rooms and balls, on the imminent downfall of the High Priest’s temporal authority. Recall when their perceptions even made way to Gottenthal, infecting the minds of our young who knew only prosperity and peace, making them question even that which they had not witnessed themselves.

 

IRONY. I ask all Ivöri to look amongst themselves, and question: what names will be remembered for years to come? Who paints the new world order, and who does not? Faceless and ashamed they will be when it is not them. Faceless and ashamed they will be when they realize their judgements precipitated their destruction. Faceless and ashamed they will be when they realize that amidst the mercy of God their culture is at loss and their people will soon disappear from under them.

 

IRONY. The Holy League will prevail, the King of Idunia will prevail, and the allies that believed will too prevail. Faceless and ashamed they will forever be, as Mount Vindicta establishes itself continuously a stronghold of the faith, as the legacy of the House of Keen remains a stalwart defender of the Faith. 

 

IRONY. Faceless and ashamed.

 

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IN NOMINE DEI, 

His Highness, Atticus Keen, Canonist Prince, and Princeps-Emeritus of Ivoria

 

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Holy Ser Vincenzo drew his gaze upon the missive, nodding in agreement. "Facts."

[sergisala 3451]

THE IRONY OF HISTORY IN MOTION

A Letter from Father Marc
6th of Godfrey’s Triumph, Year of Our Lord 2023

 

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IRONY.
There is no finer word.

They said we would fall.
They said the Holy Pontifical States were a dream too fragile for the world.
They said that no nation built on faith could survive the cynicism of the age.

And yet—here we are.
And where are they?
The Covenant, fractured. Their unity, a myth. Their vision, a ghost.

 

IRONY.

They called us backwards, they mocked our clergy,
They said Mount Vindicta would become a graveyard of failed hopes—
Yet it is they who stand buried beneath their own broken promises.

They dressed themselves in crowns, cloaked themselves in treaties,
And spoke as if power was theirs by right.
But power belongs not to those who inherit—it belongs to those who believe.

And we believe.
We believe in the divine purpose of mankind.
We believe in a civilization not bound by borders, but by truth.
We believe in a world that is still to come—
And we are building it.

 

Let the world see clearly:
It is not we who were mistaken.
It is not the Pontifical project that has faltered.
It is not the League that has splintered.

It is they who underestimated us.
They who could not imagine that faith, discipline, and destiny would rise stronger than gold and convenience.

They said we would die.
Instead—we are giving birth to something greater.

From Mount Vindicta, the flame is kept alive.
Among the ashes of broken coalitions,
A new order is being forged—not in shame, but in purpose.
Not for a few—but for ALL OF MANKIND.

 

IRONY.

They laughed at us.
Now they are silent.
And we—we are only just beginning.

 

AVE KEEN. AVE IMPERIUM. 

 

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Signed,

Father Marc Galbraith of Lemon Hill, 2nd Headmaster of the Imperial Society of the Exalted Horen 

[Sebbysc 744]

One of the Princep's scribes procured a copy of his Father's work for Henrik's daily reading. He settled into his seat outside of DAS WUNDERBAR that overlooked the valley below. His eyes began to scan over the document with interest. A profound feeling took upon the young Lord, for he witnessed the very actions referenced in this missive. Within the city of Valdev his family was harshly thrown out and their name tarnished by the Raev slander. If it was not for the grace of his Lord GOD then he would've been slain within their gatehouse by faceless guards. He held no personal disdain for his brothers in faith, but he couldn't help but continue to recount these transgressions. A long list was saved in his memory, and this list would be close to his heart in the near future.

[Legoclub22 122]

An aged knight knelt atop the most sacred peak of Mount Vindicta, placing his chipped sword and battered helmet before him. He looked down upon his people, at long last free to grow and to prosper in their own homeland. Looking to the horizon, he watched the sun beginning to set over the Pontifical States. Surely, it was the end of an age, and indeed, it was the end of the age of this Knight. He looked to the opposite horizon, and saw the dark night beginning to creep into the sky. He reflected, then, on the dark and evil days he and his people had websites. He remembered all that was lost, all the faces gone too soon. He looked heavenward, to the glorious array of white and gold revealed in the clouds above by the setting sun. He saw into Paradise in that moment, and saw a number of familiar faces looking down.