Family Through Fire, United Under GOD

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Family Through Fire, United Under GOD

FAMILY THROUGH FIRE.

 

ISSUED BY THE

 

ON THE

5th of Sigismund’s End in the year 2033

 

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O’ GUD, VOR HJELP I GYNE ERE,

The House of Colborn, along with the House of Black, has long been a devoted practitioner of the Canonist Faith. In addition to their unwavering piety, they have proudly upheld the traditions of their Scyfling heritage, a culture that has been observed since the earliest days of Aegis.

 

With this in mind, it is hereby proclaimed that any who bear the blood of  Saint Carolus Colborn, yet do not walk the path of Canonism, shall not be recognised as a member of the House of Colborn, House Black, nor as a Scyfling. Likewise, those of his blood who forsake our traditions shall forfeit the right to call themselves Scyflings. Our Faith and heritage are not just things we inherit at birth; they are responsibilities that we must honour and uphold.

 

We extend our hands to our kin, who have been scattered across the realm due to recent conflicts, and implore you to return to Herzskar, the home of the Scyflings. We invite you to continue your journey under the guidance of GUD and through the practices of the Scyflings.

 

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SKRALI VOR GUD,

 

THE MOST HONORABLE, Acelia Irena Colborn

Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings

 

THE MOST HONORABLE, Caliope Mariya Colborn

Matriarch of Colborn, Protector and Chieftain of the Scyflings

 

Lord, Joakim Colborn

 

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That brazen girl who held a mother of Norn-blood and father of Scyfling-blood bellowed out in crude laughter. Truthfully, after recent events she held disdain for that latter ancestry of hers, yet upon seeing this missive, and the signatories belonging to it- . . . Suddenly, a twisted yearning to that claim found her. She would take the name Colborn as desired, she would take the name Black as she desired, and she would heed herself as a Scyfling when desired. A missive wouldn't change her mind but instead fuel it. The Ivarsdottir grinned, stowing the paper away.