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THE BAD MOON RISES "Brothers and sisters of mine, Moonborn! 'Tis I, your brother from the homeland of Shroglund, come to revive our Moon-blessed clan. I, Skarsnik'Shrogo, after having been given vision of our great ancestor Zniitgit'Shrogo, find our clan desolate and all but forgotten upon the Isle of Azuras. No Visions, Nae, Prophecies induced by our blessed Madcap aren't given anymore. The wretched cult of Aztran Sun-Tyrant has been given free rein of the ilse while the temple of Luara withers away." [!] An artistic depiction of Zniitgit'Shrogo, Grand Mushob of Clan Shrogo "No longer! No longer shall I allow that cursed Sun-Dragon to rule over the Moonborn and chosen. I, Skarsnik'Shrogo, make a claim! By the authority vested in me by the BAD MOON, I declare myself Gobbgoth! I also make summons as my first decree as Gobbgoth, Goblinkind! Return to us, Return to Shrogo, Be slaves of the Sun-Tyrant no longer and join our Ancient and blessed clan! For Shroglund! For Luara! LOP LUARA!"

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter had been staring at the missive for hours, Reading each word a thousand times over "No.... My brother~" A single phrase joined by a single tear that rolled down the cheek of the usually stoic and emotionless Knight. After the good Templar broke down to his knees, the missive dropping from his hands as more tears followed "My GOD why have you forsaken us so~" He said as he wept before the altar in the Cathedral of the Exalted, For once in his life of service Barend felt uncertainty, Doubt... But the flame inside would soon remedy that, The voice of Saint Michael dissalowed him any reprieve or time to grief and turned the Knight to rage, A single flicker of piercing white went through the Templars eyes as he slowly rose again "In nomine dei.." Marching from the Cathedral to find who hurt his friend and brother so

THE BETRAYAL OF ANNE DE BEAUMONT Preamble; Recently, certain facts and information have brought a traitor of our cause into the light. We'd like to start by making entirely clear that we were not aware till recently and shalt not rest till this traitor has been brought to heel and thrown before GODs righteous judgement On the serving of the BETRAYER; Standing accused is Anne De Beaumont. You stand accused by the flock and this Army of HERESY for serving and worshipping the BETRAYER and his False Champions who bring their taint upon this world. Added to this is a charge of oath-breaking, Oaths taken before GOD and we thine peers, Oaths swearing ye in service to our LORD GOD in standing against the forces of the BETRAYER and the protection of the FLOCK. The punishment for these charges is death by crucifixion. The Verdict; On the charges of Heresy of the highest order and oath-breaking, ye, Anne De Beaumont, by thine own admission, are found guilty and sentenced to crucifixion till death. We do not expect you to answer our summons, but are hereby implored, regardless, to find salvation for thine tainted soul and repent thine sins before our friend and ally HIS EMMINENCE PATRIARCH-CARDINAL ALARIC JORENUS to be thereafter sent to thine judgement before GOD WE URGE ALL MEMBERS OF THE FLOCK TO FIND US! FIND AND JOIN US SO TOGETHER WE MIGHT HUNT DOWN THE AGENTS OF THE BETRAYER AND PURIFY GOD'S KINGDOM! Signed, Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter, Knight Vicar of the Holy Army of the Exalted

Dravil Ireheart again shook his head "Ye crazeh old fool, Foine oi'l break yer fookin noseh" The Elder Ireheart went back to penning and soon enough drafted to the old Onar another letter "Ef yeh insist moi Brother oi will stand an' foigh' ye. But knoow vereh well Greybeard yer words will nae beh forgiven, Yer insul's previous we'reh forgivehn fer dei woos spoken in passion of our Elder clan, Dah blood o' YAVOK flows through meh wehn oi mixed my blood weet dat o' moi Brothers an' sisters. Ter threa'en an' takeh aweh somethin dat is nae yers to takeh aweh es nae onleh insulting bu' harmful tuh oor traditions. I will pray to LORD DUNGRIMM dat he moigh' forgiveh yeh fer yer needless hatred untuh meh, whu has jus' doneh his duteh to his clan." Dravil 'The Bold' Ireheart

Dravil Ireheart reads the words of insult upon his name and gently shakes his head penning Onar a response "Moi kin, Et 'urts meh greatleh tuh 'ear ye, one o' moi brothas undah dah loine of Yavok an' boi dah grace o' Kjellos speak suh poorleh o' meh. Bu' dah fact es trueh dat oi 'ave been a Oidle Clan Fa'ah, Dah role 'as been 'anded tuh meh wehn oor clan sat o' dah verge o' ex'inction, Handed tuh meh fer dah soul reason o' keepin Yavok's loine aloive. Ef ye, Moi Brother, Truleh believeh ye beh wor'eh o' callin yeself moi Clan Father oi 'appileh allow ye tuh takeh dah burden of meh shouldahs an' will happileh call ye thusleh" Signed below was Dravils signature combined with the banner of the Ireheart clan

An ancient Goblin sits within a secluded cavern, maddened scribbles of the All-Seeing Eye Ixli littering its walls an occasional distorted cackle left his form as the mad Goblin continued his worship of the spiritual realm of Forbidden knowledge and Madness... this is what became of Al-Uk'Yar, The once Motsham of the Iron Horde had lost his mind entirely to the ancient spirits realm. Would he awnsers Kretz's call? Who was to say, All Al-Uk said in response was "LÛP'ILZGÛL LÛP'IXLI!" Followed by a eery cackle as the dragon-horned Shaman wove his stave about in dance about his sanctum of insanity.

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter couldn't help but pray to his LORD GOD for forgiveness. Although his order had not partaken in the war, he begged for forgiveness for the Canonist souls he had failed to protect and failed to save. The Good Templar couldn't be everywhere at once, but he blamed himself regardless "Blessed be the Lord my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight, My Goodness, and my Fortress; My high tower, and my deliverer; My shield, and he in whom i trust; Who subdueth my people under me... Which people now are returned unto ye... Amen."

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter calmly reads over the missive giving a gentle nod. Though the Knight was sworn against marriage by a sacred vow, he always felt glad to witness the sanctity of the bond between Canonists. "Lord GOD blessed be those who seek to enter in Holy Matrimony" Drawing the Lorraine across his chest.

"Whats a book?" wonders Ser Rattus Augustail aloud, The Royal Mouseguard never having read a day in his life. But Damnit if he wasnt gonna help collecting books!

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter polished his blade from the Olog blood after he had received treatment from injuries sustained in battle. Staring at the large head of Uz-Bahku he had taken after defeating the beast "Once your kind we're like brother to the Exalted Horen... how can ye stray so far from the Light."

ON VALERIE AUCLAIR. Preamble; In recent times sins committed by the Holy Dame and Mother known as Valerie Auclair have come into the Light and revealed their truths to us, Charged with several crimes against the faithful the following has been decided. On the Lying to the flock; Informed by the former Page Franz Edmund von Augusten and eyewitnesses of the Alba Grand Diet who were present at the time. Dame Valerie has been found guilty of lying to the faithful by disguising herself as a humble beggar to gain entry to the Alban duchy. On the Threatening of the flock; As confirmed by both members of the Holy Army of the Exalted as well as several members of the Grand Diet, Dame Valerie has been found guilty of threatening the flock to procure donations from the canonist flock, Announcing that should they refuse the Good Army would launch an attack against the faithful; A notion that harbors not a shred of truth. The Sentence of Valerie Auclair; As a result of the aforementioned charges to which both the verdicts were guilty and after a shown inability to ask for forgiveness or any form of regret shown by Valerie Auclair the following has been deemed, Holy Dame Valerie will be demoted to be a regular footsoldier, holding the rank of Warden. Additionally, Valerie Auclair has been charged with a duty of repentance which shalt end in publicly apologizing to the people of Alba and prayer of forgiveness and Repentance to our Lord GOD witnessed by either Knight Imperator Lughais or Knight Vicarus Barend. Signed, Holy Ser Lughais MackSkaul, Knight Imperator of the Holy Army of the Exalted Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter, Knight Vicar of the Holy Army of the Exalted

"In dah nameh o' Kjellos." Dravil Ireheart emitted, pressing his fist upon his chest.

Dravil Ireheart could be found deep within a forest, hunting its denizens for flesh and pelts to warm dwarven youth "Ye lads goneh numb en dah 'ead? Firs' sum troial noohw des? Dwedmar lef' an' roigh' beh loosin soight o' dah ball game ereh" The stout Dungrimmite shook his head fervently as he plunged his axe in the neck of a writhing deer.

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter reads over the invitation, seeming rather disgruntled at the fact the wedding is held in a city-state that does not only openly permit pagan religions but centers around one. "What in GODs name! They do not even have a Holy Church! How can a CANONIST wedding be in a pagan-state!" The Knight shook his head fervently, placing the invitation on his desk. He'd certainly have quarrels with attending a wedding not held in a church.

Holy Ser Barend De Ruyter sits knelt before an altar in the great cathedral of the Holy See, Praying to GOD. Rising from his knelt prayer as he finished up, Nodding gently. "Mortuus est Pontifex, Salve Pontifex! Salve Pontifex Fleeperus primus!" He draws Lorraine over his chest with respect to the passing of Deunoro I and wishes for the good health of Fleeperus. "Mazel Tov!"