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M a l e d i c t u s S a n g u i s D i a b o l i A n A c c u r s e d V a m p y r e S l a i n It is with a proud hand, that these words here laid forth, will carry solace to those victims of the accursed knight known as Vukosav. As on the first night of The Amber Cold, I - who shall not be named, bared arms against this foul creature of the night, and slew him. For those unfamiliar, uninformed, or plainly dull, this daemon went by many a name. In the north, among the kingdoms of men, he is known plainly as Nosferathree the Vampyre. Westward, in the jungles of orcs, a creature branded The Beast Impaler sowed chaos in those savage tribes. And in the middle kingdoms, the tales of Moth-Man rung across the land. Further south in Savoy, it has come my knowing of a man labled The Slasher of Savoy. Under the light of God, I can affirm these creatures be one the same; for in my time of plight, did I behold his unhallowed form. A beastial maw, beset with palar fangs did he posses. Sunken eyes and elven ears forbye. Further, did it take the form of a fair lady, alluring and inviting, for I did follow her to my own detriment. To the Canonists I speak thus: The excommunicated knight, Vukosav Rodomavic, is no more. To Gale the Fisher @QizuI speak thus: Those five fish will be collected on request. To The Lordship of Du Loc @El PadrecitoI speak thus: I demand land and title as compensation for my efforts. To The Princedom of Savoy @CaelriaI speak thus: I seek a bride who possess a countenance more lovely than that of all the fair ladies of Almaris - as indemnification for the creatures trickery.

Eve of the Evangelist Sinbad al-Bahaar III Sursum Harken to thee, O! wretched soul; Harken to thee, for thou shan’t be absolved. Harken my son, for this place I shalt hallow; Harken my son, writhe to thy marrow. ~ Thus they made ascent, drawn t’ords spire dark; Dogged and forlorn, didst the two embark. Thereupon they harkend, a cry enwreathed with fear, And lo! before them didst nae man appear; ‘Twas a daemon, and its hand beheld death, Vorpal sword didst it carry, slung abreast. There Arvos stoodeth snarling, maw oozing, For the deceased he tested accusing; And upon them, didst a cruel voice resound; Tone unt’ords, and dolorous spite abound: “Woe unto thee, who begirds mine sanctum Cometh-hither! for thou art nae phantom.” And to him Lucien spoke: “Impede naught For this divine journey hast been fate-wrought; Thou shan't query that which is ordained.” And thus, did the Holy Father obtain A staff alight, forged from which is holy; Crest gleaming baleful, coalescing slowly. Bursting forth, pure and smiting didst it strike; That place mute of all light, now shining bright. Thence fell Arvos, his soul rended in two, Upon which they journeyed, vigour gained anew. Figure 1: Bursting forth, pure and smiting didst it strike... Previous

Armiger Sinbad al-Bahaar, upon hearing the news, began packing his things for the journey south.

✠ Fidem Numquam Mori ✠ An Ode to Faith Have faith in him, for he shan’t lie; For in the sky, will he reply. Have faith, O son; for time is nigh; Fidem numquam mori. Have faith and heel; uphold decree, For in his realm thy fears relieve; Have faith forlorn, you shall receive. Fidem numquam mori. Have faith in God: entrust thine life, For path be true and faith be rife; Have faith and trust to hear his fife. Fidem numquam mori. “Have faith my son; cling near and hide For on thine path, I shall provide; Have faith in me; my love ebbs wide.” Fidem numquam mori. Armiger Sinbad al-Bahaar of the Supreme Order of Exalted Owyn

Eve of the Evangelist Sinbad al-Bahaar Dedicated to High Pontiff Tylos I II Proelium Beyond them layeth kingdom lacuna; Beyond them, the unfaithful and lamented; Beyond them resounded ululations lost; Beyond them, layeth spire Proelium. ~ Day hadst drawn near, for the penumbral air Bellowed its last utterance, t’ords the pair; Yet, lustre didst not pearce those palar pines, And they went onwards, in enshaded strides. Thereupon, the two came t’ords the spire gate And the Holy Father proclaimed in wait: "And lo! before thine, be spire Proelium, And upon its crest dwelleth Odium; Thy dole and enemy it is foretold, For in his demise, thee shall be absolved.” Then the Father beconned Tylos forthward, Sealing his words with demurring accord. And afar, the two saweth a man eld; Lugubrious was the voice they beheld: “Despair taketh ye! O, sinners of faith, For thine lot beeth of that other space; And thou, that has wandered, living soul, Withdraw thyself, yet I’ll lop off thine nole.” Thereupon, Lucien responded thus: “Vex thee not, Oedipus, for it is us, And question nae more, for it hath been willed; Attend thine gate, for those spirits fulfilled.” Then they went forth, to the point of ascent; Where without a star, do the dead lament. Figure1: Day hadst drawn near, for the penumbral air Bellowed its last utterance, t’ords the pair;

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Eve of the Evangelist Sinbad al-Bahaar Dedicated to High Pontiff Tylos I I Laboribus In shades dark, a spire doeth reside; Mortal ties relinquished, did it abide. Upon its foot, a twisted holt causeth dread: A diaphanous haar, draped on its bed. Astray in this glade Tylos seemed to wade, For his straightforward path had been swayed. Despair seized his soul, as the night drew near; Forlorn he toiled, spirit gripped by fear. Before his eyes, did one present itself In the form of a shade was its visage. "Alas, tis time”, proclaimed Tylos derisive, "O, ghoulish sprite, take pity on thy soul! For once I believed; thine faith being whole.” He answered him thus: “No ghoul do I be For a man I was, now a shade you see. High Pontiff Lucien didst be thy name: Lucien The Good, they did proclaim.” "Avail me holy ghost for thou hast lied!” Tylos made response with mewling strides. "Fret not, for in the skies, thou cries been heard When, from aloft, he dost bring you his word. Regarding thou faith you shan't be denied As for thine guidance, I wouldst provide.” And Tylos to him: “O, Holy Father, But for how shouldst we leave with great ardour, For the path forward doeth be mired And with each passing, I groweth tired.” Parting thine hands, the spirit made clear; A path to the spire, did he make appear. Figure 1: Astray in this glade Tylos seemed to wade... Figure 2: Parting thine hands, the spirit made clear; A path to the spire, did he make appear... OOC Thread Theme

I'll be looking forward to this!

Sinbad beamed as he read this missive found discarded on the street. "I do be making a name for myself", he thought.

It scares me to think how long this took.

Assorted Poems of the Silver State Vol. 1 Ando Alur There it do be, thy soaring city of grace; flecked with flora and the country green. White are her walls, claiming dominion of space, many sepulchres abide unseen. Beneath your marble spire do you retire. Oh, high prince, most generous you’ve been; a rapacious hand could only cause ire. On the fringe, two pale towers cling. What thou among the cloud’s hast never known is the fire-and-pyre, when she would ring. Away! away! for you have sinned, tremble upon the residence of paradise and noumena; Ando Alur is no place for the finned! Cast down the unworthy! and tell me dear traveller have you seen a: Puxie in the wind. Alas, your journey here shalt be of fable; much like the High Tales I do proclaim. Forlorn white towers those rocks do cradle, the pursuit of magic be its aim. - Sinbad al-Bahaar. 4th of The Amber Cold Year 33 of the Second Age OOC