Choral Enrollment

[Onnensr 1908]

 

The Archintellex will be hosting a meeting this [Sunday June 1st, at 7 EST] at the Bastion-Temple of Numenost regarding the open enrollment of new Choristers and prospective Provost. Initial recruitment trails will begin the same day. Many individuals have come forward with the interest in donning our vestments, and those individuals who may be unable to attend would be encouraged then to send a letter to Cardinal Nerium of Idunia to arrange a personal rendezvous. This enrollment pertains not only to the Upper Choir, but as well as the Lower Choir (including ChoirKids), and Retrochoral Volunteers coming from separate orders or offices. 

 

The Bene Lissë Choir of Saints Avenel and Amyas has taken on several distinct missions since its recent inception, which shall now be elaborated on to incite excitement and interest in the Order. For further details or inquiries, send by pigeon to either His Eminence, Cardinal Nerium – or to the Choral Secretary Iúliwen Arthalion. 

 

News has spread across the wizard world of a Voidal Horror named the Chromaweave. Following Chorist investigation, it has been discovered to be long-lived, intelligent, and a hazard of tremendous magnitude. Chroma’, as it is known colloquially, travels across interstellar realms to plant seeds of itself down into the firmament, and gorges upon the color of that realm to sustain and empower itself. Never in one place long, it leaves a location in ruin, where its next sights are set upon the Skies. An intolerable affront to all Creation, efforts are underway to eliminate the threat.

A True Wizard by the name of Okra the Red appeared before the Archintellex and has confirmed the existence of a terrestrial threat in the frigid North. Men are now being organized to bring holy fire to the monstrosity called the Snowman, a type of frozen homunculus. Believed to be a Man-Eater, locals are encouraged to avoid the snowy vistas and remain inside their homes at night until the situation has been resolved.

The Magic Commission remains strong. As of writing this missive, we are approaching over forty wizards that have submitted to questioning and registration, now archived between both the Church and Her Choir. Still, there no doubt remains many magi that are either ignorant or have refused to do so. Apostates are encouraged to humble themselves with verification before the Second Phase of the Magic Commission is fully drafted. During this early period, great clemency has been afforded in any case with a comfortable basis of rationale to do so. However, this will not remain the case forever; standards of registration will be increasing in the subsequent years. Templars for the time being are exclusions to the necessity for badges outside of C Class magi, as their Orders will be contacted at a later date to arrange a more efficient modem of registry.

 

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Holy is God, the Father of all; Holy is God, whose counsel is done by His own powers; Holy is God, who wishes to be known and is known by His own people; Holy are You, who by the Word have constituted all things that are; Holy are You, from whom all nature was born as image; Holy are You, of whom nature has not made a like figure; Holy are You, who are stronger than every power; Holy are You, who surpass every excellence; Holy are You, mightier than praises.

Hail to the King of the Skies – Amen.

 

 

 

[PrimnyaQuorum 3999]

2 minutes ago, Onnensr said:

News has spread across the wizard world of a Voidal Horror named the Chromaweave. Following Chorist investigation, it has been discovered to be long-lived, intelligent, and a hazard of tremendous magnitude. Chroma’, as it is known colloquially, travels across interstellar realms to plant seeds of itself down into the firmament, and gorges upon the color of that realm to sustain and empower itself. Never in one place long, it leaves a location in ruin, where its next sights are set upon the Skies. An intolerable affront to all Creation, efforts are underway to eliminate the threat. 

 

The Pale-Elf deeps a deep breath, setting down the paper. For a moment, he almost feels insulted.

 

The feeling passes as quickly as it arrives; soon does he return to his Swampy Vigil. 

[Digit___ 1225]

“A Choir?!” A redheaded child by the name of Aviel shouted in surprise! “I think I’m good at singin’, I should join!” The 11-year old Helfgott hummed. He then grabbed a blue crayon and a page of parchment before writing a poorly-spelt letter to the Archintellex!

“I wonder if I’d get a cool hat.” The child thought to himself as he wrote.

[drywall 198]

"Vhat ist zhis?"

 

          A curious child queried, the jingling of her boots sounding as she stepped forth to collect that missive from where it was pinned. Her eyes scanned over the entirety of the paper, soaking in every detail.

 

          Every letter.

 

          Every word.

 

          The colors included.

 

          Despite all that was written, every thought-provoking sentence and the context of what was inked, the weight of the meaning behind the missive and what it meant for those who accepted it, she could only say four words.

 

"Ich can nicht read."