IMPERIAL INQUISITION | THE SILVERWOOD SCAR

[MRCHENN 4741]

 

Issued and averred by the office of the

GRAND INQUISITOR

 

 

ON THE MATTER OF THE SILVERWOOD SCAR & THE ENTITY KNOWN AS REIKENOR, THE WRAITHLORD

 

✠ I: THE SCAR IN THE SILVERWOODS

The Inquisition has become aware of a wound festering within the Silverwoods: one that imperils not merely the security of its borders, but the sanctity of the realm entire. The land itself has been unmade; the earth corrupted, the forest withered, and the air rendered hostile to descendant-kind. From a ruinous fissure torn into the material plane, the Abyss bleeds into our world without ceasing. The dead rise from the ground in endless succession and defile all that GOD's creation has set in order. The Silverwoods are to be considered denied territory. No civilian or military personnel is to enter the affected zone without sanctified support and considerable arms.

 

✠ II:  THE WRAITHLORD

The works of what dwells within the Silverwoods can be described only as purely Evil. The entity, Reikenor, is a wraithlord of singular power, self-willed, unknown but most unlikely beholden to some greater, dark master operating within the realm. It is titanic in stature, skeletal and spectral in form.

Its capabilities, as confirmed by intelligence gathered, are as follows:

✢ Commands necromancy at the highest observed order, raising and directing the dead in organized assault, sustaining endless waves of construct from the earth of the fissure itself. It may summon this assault both from ground or sky.

 

✢ Its weapon and abilities carry properties of decay, observed to rot and deteriorate material on contact, including armaments and armor.

 

✢ The divine protections of the faithful are significantly diminished within its sphere of influence. Holy wards are to be considered unreliable in proximity to this entity. 

 

✢ Deploys abyssal fire offensively, punishing ranged combatants with force sufficient to shatter cover and interrupt any attempt at ranged engagement. 

 

✢ Regenerative abilities, meaning conventional arms are likely insufficient to permanently harm it. This office theorizes the fissure serves as the source of this regeneration, though this remains unconfirmed.

 

Through intelligence and testimony gathered, the following doctrine has been established by this office. The entity, identified by those present as herald of some new purpose, has made its intentions clear.

It does not seek dominion. It does not just seek the spread of undeath as an end in itself. What this office has encountered is something more total in its ambition and more terrible in its implication. Its doctrine is the closure of the Heavens: the severing of the covenant between GOD and His creation and the rendering of the descendants without grace, purpose, or divine order: a world stripped of meaning, in which existence itself is made hollow, and in which the very act of Creation is undone.

It spoke of Fate as already decided and its victory as inevitable. This office does not record this as boast. It records it as a warning.

 

✠ III:  RECOMMENDATIONS

The fissure must be closed. This office calls upon mobilization of armed forces capable of sustained engagement with undead in significant numbers, and aid from the Holy Mother Church for the deployment of whatever holy rites may be brought to bear against an entity that actively suppresses divine power. Any and all persons with intelligence on these matters are hereby summoned to testify before the Inquisition.

 

 

AVE IMPERIUM!

 

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H V M A N I T A S    I N V I C T A

“Für Gott und Kaiser,”

 

HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, Hadrian I of the House Horen, by the Grace of GOD, 

Emperor of Man, Holy Imperator, King of Seventis, Salvus, Renatus & Oren, 

Duke of Middelan, Helena, Sunholdt, and Reutov, Baron of Pestilles,

Protector of Grense, Protector of the Heartlanders, Patriarch of House Horen & the Tiberian Dynasty, 

Captain-General of the Church, Defender of the Faith.

 

ALEA IACTA EST

 

P E R  F I D E M  I M P E R I I

 

THE RIGHT HONORABLE, Antonius of the House Helane, by the Grace of GOD, 

Count of Valmont, Knight Captain of the Imperial Order of the Red Dragon, Grand Inquisitor, 

Patriarch of House Helane, Lord Commander of the Blackwyrm Company.

 

 

Simon of Vîlachia, by the Grace of GOD, 

Knight of Valmont, Sergeant of the Blackwyrm Company.

 

[Chimeraof1999 1187]

Damien, a guardsman and cadet for the military, was excited. The man clamored together his armor and his set, but although began to think about it. He was not entirely ready to face on an unknown threat, the undeath have gained superb power over the land and he was not too familiar with the inner workings, only the fighting styles of lowly ghouls. He shook away his concerns, before beginning to ready the coin to buy more gear.

 

[Lbunz120 41]

And so did the Redeemed Knight put downwards the missive on the mahogany table. He looked towards his wife, a solemn expression upon his scarred visage, then laid a silvery plated hand onto the table as he rose. "It seems I'm needed once more." He bid, as he made way for the door.

[Mestvin 947]

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[MooWood 1]

Late into the night, one armored frame raises its helm from the missive to another across the forge. The plates grind against each other, a low note not unlike the drone before a war horn sounds. "Fᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ. . . Tʜɪꜱ ʟᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴛꜱ. Tɪʀᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴇ, ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ?" Then, with the rumbling of gears and a long, low hiss from some mechanism within, it adds, "Tᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ. Yᴇᴛ, ᴛʜɪꜱ I . . . ᴡᴀɴᴛ: A SCOURING." Long and dark is the night ahead.

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[Digit___ 1224]

Azure-hued eyes read the missive that had been given to Aviel Roy by a passing courier. The Helfgott's brow furrowed as he then rose his head from the letters upon the page.

 

"This taint'll be purged, even if this Wraithlord believes it t' be Fate." An ornery smirk permeated the man's visage. "Man has fought Daemons an' won for millenia, the Silverwoods'll be purified o' this malice. DEUS VULT!" Aviel shouted as he drew his sword from its scabbard and held the tip of the blade southward, the golden etchings upon his Daemonsteel weapon , once held by his brother-in-arms, glimmering in the rays of the Sun.