Sunlit Covenant | A New Dawn

[Sup3rGuy1 98]

 

Sᴜɴʟɪᴛ Cᴏᴠᴇɴᴀɴᴛ | A New Dawn

ʟɪᴛᴜʀɢʏ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

 

Tᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ Azuras, and the shadows who choose to listen;

 

In the shadows of this enduring night, the foes of this world fester: the ravenous undead, deceitful Ibleesians, and every other villainous soul who terrorizes descendant-kind. They take and manipulate the Sunlit Lord’s fate, and with it, they have brought upon a long dark, but let it be known that some still roam carrying that of his light. The age of darkness comes to an end, and a new dawn rises. We have endured your gloom, and in that endurance we rise. We come together as a single chorus of souls, a harmony of purpose you are powerless to silence.

 

From East to West, we gather our strength. The farmer trades his plow for a spear, a scribe, his pen for a blade, and they all set their sights on the rising sun. It is together, we wash across the continent, beating back shadows as the light of a new day is upon us; a new strength is illuminated within our very souls. Within that morning mist, we now find that where there was despair, there are now maps, strategies, and the quiet, unwavering resolve.  We lay the foundation now for what is to come.

 

So look to the East and despair. The sun remains, its light now carried by a knighthood you failed to eradicate. As the first light of morning burns away the dew and reveals the world in its true clarity, so too shall we come. We not only intend to hold the line, but we will walk into the dark, bearing a dawn of our own making. A new sun is taking its breath. We will not rest until every shadow is banished, until every stain is washed clean, and this entire continent is washed clean, sanctified, and bathed in the light of our purpose.

 

Liturgy is our salvation;

The Sunlit Covenant

 

Selwyn, ᴛʜᴇ Just;

Vindicator of Xan, Arkknight of the Sunlit Covenant

 

[StingyParrot 1595]

Spoiler

Right after the draugar CA is crazy

 

[Hiccup392 724]

A Sister stood within the Sunlit Sanctum, digits flexing whilst guarded by a set of Xannic gauntlets, relics only to her kin. The annointed Lightstones had been severed from their Divine origin, and yet, the dull glimmer left behind brought enough hope to ease the woman's mind.

 

Though battered, berated, and left to grieve to those that misunderstand, it was not yet time to surrender to Disorder. A broken wheel will still turn, even if hindered.

[SacredSource 397]

 

The passage was quiet, perhaps with only the sound of flickering light. He moved with purpose, the candlefire dancing against the remains half buried in dust. There was no time to linger on names or faces, only incense left as a parting gift.

"His fall does not bind us,

We will rebuild anew."

 

[Turbo_Dog 3567]

A letter was drafted, proofread, and final drafted before being sent to Selwyn, the Just

 

Dear Selwyn,

 

My glorious king you get ‘em!

 

-Sincerely Spuds,

[Sonybut7 530]

Spoiler

 

 

[Ardory 2978]

An Ordained Oyashi closes his eyes upon the mountaintop, meditating upon the rocky earth. Yet his mind stirs, a disturbance he has not felt since before the fall of order. Visions of golden embers burning in what was once dead ash, the orange-yellow gradient of sunset staying vigilant even after its source passed the horizon. He lets out a heavy breath as his eyes open once more, peering to the clouded heavens above. 

 

"You feel it too?" the scarlet metal naginata asks, resting upon a nearby boulder.

 

"I do."

 

Spoiler

 

 

[King_Kunuk 3022]

Spoiler

((cool post))

 

[Johann 2498]

Resting beneath a lonesome bark of the Ruhnskar, murmurings of the wind eventually carry the message to Gaelunduyn Ephoth. The acting Chaptermaster notes in good spirits:

 

""Another fledgling stretches his wings, defiant of the Long Night."

 

"The faithful do not falter; liturgy is our salvation - this is the covenant we bear."

 

 

[greisn 366]

"Fly a different banner. He's dead,"

an Elf lamented, sat by the mantle of a roaring fire.

A patch of scaled scar-tissue reflexively hissed, searing beneath cloth-wrapped bandages.