THE FORMATION OF IDUNIA

[Lenny 1615]

Númendil as a nation has stood the test of time, by facing enemies of the faith, man and creation. Formed by my great-grandfather, Tar-Numenetar or simply Uther, it was made clear to him the purpose and redemption of our people after the sin of Harren of what he had to do and in his tenure his daughter, Tar-Caraneth, saw to fulfill and upkeep his mission in wars and purpose alike. Through many years, sons and daughters, this mission was soon fulfilled by the hands of my father; Anorhil Carandir, who brought it to a conclusion and sanctified our lands from the mistakes of our progenitor.

 

During the tenure of his High Holiness Harrentzadek, my father, Tar-Carandir, began his ministry for the preservation of the Temple and the stewardship of the Pontifical States, organizing the allies, policies and politics of the Curia as well as becoming a stalwart theologian to bolster the Temple’s authority. Notable families such as the Glennmaers and Vourkehardts were crucial for the support behind the throne, lending great strength within Númendil to secure its own position to aid the Temple. At the tumultuous occasion of the renewed Schism War, Númendil and Burgundy remained the last two faithful thrones, preserving the priesthood, restoring the Temple and finally ending the Hyperwar.

 

Though this was soon followed by a sly attempt by yet another case of churchly feudism, it soon saw conclusion by the hand of the righteous; the True Faith. And in the present day, having stood before man in the clash of steel, seen the Númenedain act and thrive, the tradition of our people take hold, it has become clear; the day has come.

 

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“The twenty-first year after the fall of the holiest city, the Lord’s Aengul Artifai descended before Harren and spoke with him. The Aengul said ‘Harren, you are chosen for the vocation of your father. Come, and receive the Lord’s prophecy.’“

Book of Scattering, 31 - 32

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The Church, since my birth, has been problematic in service to the Númenedain on the common grounds with frequent visits from the clergymen and soldiers of holy purpose who claim righteous involvement, only to overstep boundaries. The familiarity with abuse of position, and power, which has caused a rift to form between my people and the Church’s mission. 

 

The question of the faith’s involvement in the realm, the station and vocation of King and Queen, Prince and Princess, Knight and Ranger, et-cetera, it all boils down to the core creation of Aeradar, the pious nature of man and the virtuous path which the Númenedain have followed till this day, yet has frequently been disturbed.

 

And even in the face of this disturbance, the people have always answered the call of battle and the pursuit to correct the wrongs of the realm. However, to be faithful is not merely to kneel in the temples or echo the prayers of our fathers, it is to live in a covenant with the Creator, to raise one's blade in face of injustice, offering mercy in the shadow of cruelty, and to stay true to one’s word.

 

Each vocation is a liturgy, each labor a prayer, each act of virtue a psalm sung unto the skies. And even when the Church falters, the people remain steadfast in their beliefs. Where leaders have stumbled, the faithful have stood. And even in the face of the disturbances which threaten the peace, the pious path is never broken.

 

This has been the station of the Númenedain for so long, and what it means to be faithful, to be Idunian.

 

Yet, even in the face of such declarations and in the face of some of its servants have faltered, the institution itself has long stood as a pillar of our nation and it is through its order that kingdoms have risen, wars have been halted, and most importantly, justice has gained its place.

 

To dismiss the Church entirely is to ignore the source from which our people have both drawn strength and solace from. It is, without question, the compass which has pointed us toward righteousness. Therefore, as we press onward into the uncertain, but certain, future, allow the truth that the Church, for all its issues, remains bound to us and us to it. Prayers that echo, rituals for remembrance, and the thread of faith which draws us all together; unified toward a greater future.

 

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From the moment of my birth, I was prophesied and elevated in the path of some grand quest which I did not understand then, but it has become clear to me now. The mantle of Númendil has weighed heavy upon my shoulders, yet Aeradar does not burden a man without granting him the strength to bear it, and the trials which followed came swiftly, and by Providence were met with steel, resolve and faith which naturally saw victory.

 

It was I who brought the Númenedain to the long delayed slaying of the Gilded Queen, once the emblem of the House Pendraic, my great-grandfather’s line, and brought to heel by the very blade wielded by his hand. Its death marked the triumph of the son over the drakelings, declaring the rulership which was to come.

 

It was I who stood within the fractious lands of the Norns, where the word “honor” was long thought folly. Yet, by the united hand of man- led by Providence- the realms of Norland found themselves drawn into the Empire. 

 

It was I who took the call to face the rebellion of the Sigismundites, at the call of a dear friend and ally, when the state of Drusco sought to defy order and faith. With our banners raised, I called forth our allies and people who answered; the Eulers who roared and cut through the air unmatched, the Petrans of cut through like an unstoppable river, the Vourkehardts who stampeded forth upon their steeds, the scyflings of House Colborn who rallied beneath the command of their Knight and Commander, and the many- many soldiers of Idunia who stood shoulder by shoulder, as brothers and sisters, ready to protect the innocent and correct the wrongs of the ‘usurpers’.

 

Girded by the fellowship of our Princes and Peers, united beneath cause, treachery was struck down and proved once more that the Idunian do not stand alone. Númendil as a realm has never been a perfect creation, mistakes have been made throughout its journey and certainly by my own hand. It has been a lesson to take with us, as a people, into the future as we continue forth our legacy and the new age beckons us in.

 

All these victories are not mine alone, but the inheritance of a people who have endured. Númendil, at its core, has shown itself too great, too resolute, and too sanctified to remain bound to this simple station.

 

We have slain beasts and foul spawn of darkness.

We have tamed rebellion and war.

We have gathered allies and nations.

We have always answered the call.

 

Therefore, by the right of blood and divine sanction and the will of my people, I, Argelion Zorzagar, Prince of Idunia and King of Númendil, hereby declare:

 

The High Kingdom of Idunia has been formed.

 

A new age dawns, and the people of Númendil shall now be the people of Idunia; tested by prophecy and trial but guarded by the faith which has united humanity. The birth of a Kingdom whose roots lie deep within redemption, and has long endured in the path to redeem with its trunk being faith and now whose branches shall stretch across generations.

 

With its formation, the new capital of Idunia shall carry the name of ‘Alduun’, standing as the center of the tribes and bringing the name to life once more. Númendil shall be, unless declared otherwise, be afforded to one of my children to maintain; both culturally and ensuring the legacy remains intertwined with our people as the formation of Idunia shall not be forgotten nor left behind; it will be ingrained.

 

With heraldry carefully painted by the excellent hand of Ser Heledd of Garenbrig, Idunia shall pridefully host her work upon its banners, allowing them to flow in the winds for the prosperous future ahead. Her work has solidified the leap forth, and ensuring the history of Númendil remains upon our very flag.

 

 

Spoiler

The freshly printed Coat of Arms of Idunia which proudly depicts a Lion’s head wearing the Barrowlands crown with a necklace hosting the Radiant Star around its neck. The five miniature stars beneath it depict the original five founders of Numendil, while the main, larger one, presents their patron; Malchediael. On the left the Carbarum Harrenite Blade, Caledflwch, burns with the divine flames with a Lorraine attached. On the opposite, a sceptre of the True Faith burns brightly, representing the shepherding of the flock. Near the bottom, the Rhodesian Cross with branches from Caladhril, the White Tree, stands proudfully. And finally, at the top, the phrase ‘Guided By Flame, Arthalionath Eternal’ is written.

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Signed,

 

HIS ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Zôrzagar Argelion Anorion Harren Arthalion, High King of Idunia, Prince of Númendil, Chief of the Númenedain and the Tribe of Harren, Defender of the Númenaranyë, Sovereign of Númenost and Alduun, Knight of the Realm, Slayer of the Gilded Queen, Master of the Sharadûn, Protector of the Adunians

 

THE HONOURABLE, Ser Heledd Calenthan Glennmaer of Tir-Glas, Templar Justiciar of 

Saint Michael the Archangel, Knight of the Realm & Order of the Dawn, Lady of Tir-Glas

 

 

[Tainga 521]

"Glory to Idunia!" Bid the High Chancellor, smiling proudly.

[jihsoo 746]

3 minutes ago, Lenny said:

THE HONOURABLE, Ser Heledd Calenthan Glennmaer of Tir-Glas, Templar Justiciar of 

Saint Michael the Archangel, Knight of the Realm & Order of the Dawn, Lady of Tir-Glas

 

"Let's ******* go?" Bade the Princess of Tir-Glas as she spotted Ser Heledd's name. "Sponsored by Heledd's Herbal Haven?"

[Random 1690]

"Glory to Idunia." Adûnakhôr echoed the words of the High Chancellor, a wide smile on his face.

[Rig 17580]

Grimbeorn Tarus, an Adunian, and a soldier of the Legion of Trost said:

 

"My kinsmen have earned this. Glory to Idunia! Glory to the Empire!"

[Spellblades 749]

Ser Leif, a newly-dead Knight of Idunia, smiles from the skies.

 

"Glory to Idunia."

[Cupper 61]

"The High Kingdom of Idunia shalt never let righteousness be by itself!" Vârdamir, Prince of Idunia, declared.

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[VoidDimensions 280]

"Glory to Idunia!"  The Lord Angrûth of Tir-glas shouted from within Alduun's tavern as he had a drink of ale 

[Norgeth 1894]

Mirion Zimrabâr raised up the High Jeweller’s Sceptre after reading the missive, uttering alongside his kinsmen “Glory to Idunia! Aeradar wills it!” Echoed the artisan and warrior, sunlight reflecting a rainbow of colour off of the bejewelled object.

[TomFunks 756]

Within the storm-swept hues of Pharazôn, a radiance flashed. Reverence, earnest and true, to the Kingdom before his time. His father and grandfather, through their labors, had brought about a new age of their folk: a dawn wrought from piety and conviction. Thus, from his lips would the divine charge be accepted,

“Glory to Idunia.”

[Seva 624]

A Won-In, Scion of her People, stands as Princess amongst the Idunians, her eyes cast onwards to the Horizon.

 

"Once a legend, now my home. To the heroes of my childhood, and to the companions of my future."

 

"Glory to Idunia." Seojin Mîrithiel Sidhrion bids quietly, to Aeradar alone.

[Crevel 7557]

"And so begins the age that precedes the final son of spirit..." Father Martin ominously remarks to nobody in particular within his parish after hearing the official declaration.

[The Vulgate Cycle 577]

There was always a part of Arthur who wanted to say 'Numendil' and 'Exilic Kingdom' every time he thought of his people. Habit or comfort, of a time long past. He supposed he would have to get used to the name change, much as many had to get used to Numendil when they were born and raised in Barrowton. His people had come far, may they never fall again.
"The Adunian destiny is to unite, not to divide." he said aloud, recalling it from somewhere deep in his past. 

 

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A Blood Royal of the Iron Tower reads his cousin's missive from the top of the chocolate tree. A radiant smile touched his lips. Church sentiment aside, Castamir could only approve of those ancient names, brought back from their graves to be given new life. A better- more holy life he hoped. One less steeped in tragedy, one more brilliant than what came before. 

[Onnensr 1908]

Cardinal-Emeritus Nerium af Bene Lisse recalled his earliest memories. From the initial, dawning moment of his unusual birth, his eyes were seeing and his mind documenting. From the first time he stepped into Barrowton, as freshly masoned as that castle was, he had observed the journey of the Adunic tribe. Through decades into centuries, that quaint village was now a vital organ to a continent-spanning Empire. He sat in his office on the bare floor, a pale woman in black hammering together shelves, tables, and bookcases behind him, and his lips spread unbidden at the chronicle he bore in his head. 

[VolcanicGoat 299]

"Aeradar wills it!"