𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝙾𝚏 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 | 𝚈𝟸𝟹𝟿 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚐𝚎

[Maiyun 362]

 

 

 

 

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And Owyn was made again as the light of his blade, and the great city was destroyed.
    And for leagues all the wicked who looked upon it were stricken with the afflictions of Harren. So Owyn joined his father’s father in the Sixth Sky.

Book of Silence, 20-22.

 

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It has come to the attention of the Crown that the Cursed Children who reside within Numendil remain without the protection of any explicit law. In pursuit of change and the betterment of our realm, an allowance has been granted for the enactment of the following writ, crafted to safeguard their livelihood and continued presence within the walls of Numenost. Númendil is a realm of redemption, and it is only fitting that our laws bear testament to that creed.

 

I. Under the ecclesiastical authority endowed to His Eminence, Cardinal Nerium and the royal lineage of the Arthalionath, the group herein referred to as the Cursed Children shall be considered a protected class within the capital of Númendil.

 

II. The Radiant Guard is hereby empowered to interpret acts of harassment, discrimination, or unjust persecution of this protected class as grounds for lawful intervention. They are expected to act swiftly to dispel such disturbances within their patrolled wards. 

 

III. Any attempt to provoke conflict as a means to subvert the protections of this writ shall be seen as an offense against the Crown and may be met with punitive measures at the discretion of the royal authority.  

 

IV. Those who claim the protection of this writ do so with the understanding that they are beholden to the laws and customs of the land in which they dwell. All who seek such protection must present themselves for assignment and registration through Cardinal Nerium.

 

V. Within the Bene Lisse Choir of Saints Avenel and Amyas, a special place is reserved for Cursed Children seeking to elevate the status of their kin and the pursuit of a cure thereof. 

 

May they walk the path of healing beneath the watchful eyes of the Creator.

 

Praecordia Est.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Ardirnien Narthadis Arthalion of the Royal Arthalionath, Diplomat of Numenost, and caretaker of her people.

 

 

 

[Navigator 4260]

A false princeling of little renown smiled idly;

"Some sense, in this senseless world."

[ChainedDragons 1374]

Nickolai looks over the writ and smiles, petting his loyal screowls that ran around his legs. "We did it Frosty.. Wynne.. we made a change.. is a small one but.. it's the beginning." He places his copy of the writ in his bookshelf. He lets out a content sigh, leaning back in his chair. Nickolai could make change.. this was his proof.

[Frostdrop1 1843]

Reinhard was coiled up, hidden away from everything as pressure on pressure continued to pile. The sacrifice made to come so far - he couldn't quite consider it worth it. The older part of him would always mourn. Albeit, another part with some forgotten dream was fulfilled: the dream of a younger devil, much before vulnerabilities became liabilities.

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

Arthur simply gave a nod. Though he had to admit to himself that he was surprised this had happened, even if he shared in its sentiment. Though as he looked at the signatures below, he smiled and his surprise faded away and became understanding. 

[Morigung-oog 5697]

A weaver of souls exhales a lengthy sigh, and continues her research into empowering the rite of Unbound Fates...