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[!] A letter is sent to the Galbraith. Dear John Augustus Galbraith, What is an 'Oompa Loompa?' We would like to use this insult ourselves - it rolls off the tongue quite neatly - but we do not know what it means. - A Wordsmith

"There are no doubt cultures - various elven ones, I believe - where tattoos and markings are an essential part of their culture and traditions; the Pontiff would ignore this in the face of Darkspawn. We should not ignore and presume the rites of others to be inherently worthy of suspicion because a few Darkspawn adopt their methods." Yandel frowns heavily, monologuing at great length to the somewhat tired barmaid - who, no doubt, simply wanted him to leave.

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In some lonely clearing, Yandel read - grunted with amusement - and wrote a letter to the Accursed Child. They think you unholy, through no fault of your own. In accordance with the laws they have set, Baalial, you will perish at the edge of the ignorant blade; it is as I once told you, years and years ago, that man has confused faith with truth, zealotry with tradition, and forgotten the simple fact: that it is far more righteous to be struck by the wicked than it is to strike the unlucky, or the ill-born. This plea will fall on angered ears, and they will hunt you, and you will never cut through the fog of their idiocy. Why tolerate the intolerant? Come away from them, Baalial. You owe them nothing. @Proddy

A dodgy-looking beggar approaches you, knocking his old stick against the side of your arm. "Psst!" He gets uncomfortably close - you can smell the garlic on his breath - and whispers into your ear. "Only madmen and historians believe their own lies." He then scuttles off, wary of the Globalist Haense Agenda agents.

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Dear Celach, I have pondered, and thought, and prayed. I am on an extended pilgramige that I hope to return from soon, but I thought to send you the conclusions of my prayers prior to my return. To put it simply: The Living Waters and the Glowing Lorraine are, in my view, Holy sites, undeniably places of miracle, and though the current Pontiff may insult them, I do not see why this need give me pause. You were mistaken in your earlier conclusion, when you stated that I 'needed his authority and permission' to conclude my task; I do not. It is not a question of whether he will come to my side, but rather if he will come willingly, or, as so many are in our good faith, he will have to be dragged and made to see the folly of his doubts. I would rather the latter need not come to pass, of course; he is the Pontiff, the Vicar of man, and I will always hold him in great esteem and have all the respect in the world for him. I do not blame him for his doubts. I scarcely believe it myself - a half-elf, given instructions by the GOD? It is incredibly improbable, not impossible, but extremely unlikely. And I do not cast doubt on what I have seen and heard, what you have seen and heard, but rather I understand now that I must show appreciation and sympathy for the doubts and fears of men. I was too quick, in my conversation with him, and I did not use the right words; it is not me wielding the power of miracles, but rather, Him, and I should have made such clear from the beginning. I should have made clear, too, that I did not think myself a Prophet. But I fear to face him - I do not want to be stoned to death, as he has threatened me with. Therefore, for now, I have concluded that I must continue my efforts prior to my speaking again with the Pontiff, and prior to my joining the Church. We put the cart before the horse - we must build the Stone Chapel prior to my joining the Church, else they will never accept the truth; we must show it to them - we must make them see. I am already working on such, and will inform you when the humble building is built. But I fear, though, that Caius I may do as he threatened, to 'blow it down', and I therefore am of the opinion that it must be kept a secret from him, else he will surely destroy it, as he has said he will - and what a terrible thing, for that Holy site to be torn down by a Pontiff. That would leave an intolerable blemish on the earth, and forever turn my opinion of him, which would be a terrible shame. You know why. I readily admit that I was somewhat overly zealous in my first meeting with him; I forgot, as I have done before, that men are men, and that these matters must be taken slowly. I hope you are keeping well, and I hope your leprosy has improved. I have been unable to do good on my promise of curing it due to this journey, but the pilgramige is vital, I feel. - Serwa

"Ooooh, drama," said Yandel, who was completely uninvolved but found amusement in reading missives that he had nothing to do with.

Serwa prayed for salvation. "The only true deity is GOD."

Only two truths are known; The Canonist ‘God’ is the Devil, who has tricked mankind into worshipping him, And the True GOD, the Absolute, the Creator, is in everything, passive, eternal, and uncaring. The Absolute is within us. But GOD is effectively dead, splintered into a million-million pieces, scattered out across everything, being everything, seeing everything - and thus rendered inconsequential. He is in us, acting as what we would call the ‘soul’ - our most essential part is a piece of the GOD. We therefore know that all Descendant-Kind is holy; elves, dwarves, orcs, and man. The children of the Four Brothers each carry the spark of GOD within them - as do the little offshoots, too, and they are no less important. Therefore, how are we to remake the GOD if He exists within every one of us? The answer is simple: everyone must die. No, reader, do not slit your throat upon hearing this. Think of it this way; if you're an elf, this may simply mean waiting to the end of days, but for the rest of us, we are not so lucky - we must silently work to orchestrate and bring about great slaughters, cataclysmic magickal events, so forth. We will never achieve our goal - the resurrection of the GOD - through consistent murder of individuals; such only serves to distress those carriers of the GOD. No, we must not murder the King but instead destroy the city through pre-planned war. Thus, we know that we are all Holy, that the GOD is dead - that murder is blasphemous, and slaughter is Holy, for it brings about His return. Of course, what little I know of the GOD can never be enough. We must work to learn more of Him - to become closer to the Absolute. Permit me a brief explanation as to why. Many think of the AengulDaemonicks as something to rally behind - some even go so far as to devote themselves to a particular Aengul or Daemon or other. But this is mistaken; the AengulDaemonicks are not motivated by rightenoussness, they are motivated by greed. They are motivated by power. They devour what souls they can - and bear in mind, these souls they claim are parts of the GOD. They devour as much of Him as they can to become as much like Him as they can manage, for each desires ultimate, total power. They are as tapeworms. Individuals who know this and still devote themselves to the AengulDaemonicks are simply powerhungry and sinful, and deserve death - they tarnish the GOD. It therefore goes without saying that true worshippers of the GOD should have no truck with the AengulDaemonicks. We must break the heavens that they, themselves, have built - for the heavens are on earth; the green grass is paradise, and the hard rock is the most comforting bed, for GOD is in all these things. We must strive to know GOD; we must devote ourselves to Him. And as the GOD is, by definition, in all faiths and none, we must construct a great Temple to Him, one where we must construct an altar for every faith, a place of worship for every belief. We must do this, lest we die ignorant of the truth - for it is prophecied that when man, elf, dwarf, or orc realises the truth of the GOD, he will become as GOD, a part of the world, yet seperate - that is the Absolute that we must all strive for. We therefore conclude that the AengulDaemonicks are as tapeworms, that their followers are sinners, and that we must work to know the GOD, and construct a great Temple in his worship, with an altar for every faith. I conclude by saying thus - if the above intrigues you, if you wish to know more, perhaps even to help, simply send a letter of reply, and we can no doubt meet and speak - perhaps you can even help in my constructing the Temple. I intend to write more, but the Absolute is grasped through doing, not writing, and through many, and not one. The Black Priestess

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My living waters, I have found thee; How thou hast turned to truth, to hide me from myself and display my absence. I foretold thee and prayed at the Blessed Lorraine, And will build a Stone Chapel for thy worship.

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