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Karl von Wittenbach, from his own retirement in Balian, considers returning to the Petra once more. Perhaps one last time, to congratulate the Archduchess and the new Queen.

"The time is now" said sister Angelica

Sister Angelica woke up, put on the veil, and prepared to cast holy magic upon the vile Lurinites that dare threaten Canonist realms

"We ought to end these Lurinites." declared an enraged nun of Lemonhill.

A SUMMON TO HYPOCRISY ISSUED BY THE HOLY ORDER OF ST. JUDE IN THIS YEAR OF OUR LORD 1947 ON KNOWN AND SPECULATED VAMPYRES Recently, a missive had been published by the many Lords and Ladies of the realm. Their signatures laid silent at the bottom of accusations of vampirism, and now it is time for us to act. It is so very simple to hide behind cobbled walls of impregnable castles, where aurum and salt may not reach. But your actions cannot be erased from history, merely concealed. For that is how you creatures of the night act. You cloak yourself within veils of dark, hoping to not be caught by the just inquisitors of GOD. But what if I said, that among those signatures, lie two black sheeps? They are so quick to demand the death of the House von Augusten, while they too harbor vampires of their own. Such a fact angered not only I, but my brother in faith Bishop Callahan as well. Therefore, we hereby issue a summon to the following people, who may either subdue themselves to testing or be deemed guilty. Ser Leopold Haverlock and his wife. After the incident with Aaren Colborn, I have been investigating more alongside Bishop Callahan. It is then that we found out the Lord Haverlock had been not only housing and protecting, but wed to a vampire. The mother of his children. The both of them are to arrange a time they may find favorable, and show themselves to the Castle Priory of St. Jude in Veletz in order to be jointly tested. Emilio Varoche An old ally of Allessandra de Vend, Emilio of Varoche has been deemed a possible vampire. Not only him, but his kinsman “Paul Varoche'' too are summoned to the Castel Priory of St. Jude in Veletz in order for testing. While that of the Count Varoche is only a suspicious, his kinsman Paul is deemed a confirmed vampire, one who had worked with “Ibisa”, vampire and necromancer. LET THERE BE TRUE LIGHT. HIS GRACE, Callahan Bishop Citrea, Grand Prior of the Holy Order of St. Jude HOLY SIR Halston Veynot, Grand Master of the Holy Order of St. Jude, Holy Knight of His Mother Church. HER SERENE HIGHNESS, Dame Avalon ‘the charred spear’ of Númenost, Sergeant of the Holy Order of St. Jude, and Knight Protector of the Canonist realms. DAME Bronwyn of Númenost, Knight of Númendil and Neophyte of the Holy Order of St. Jude. THE REVEREND, Mother Oksana of the Holy Order of St. Jude

"Perhaps this wouldn't be a problem, if only Petra kicked out those nasty mages." declared Angelica, who is not quite like other mages.

"The madness only grows in the heartlands. When will this end?" wept Avalon to her three children, all too young to quite understand.

"What can we do?" wondered Avalon of NUmenost worriedly

The Prince and Princess of Minitz had spotted the fire that devoured the neighbouring Barony, and with haste did they ring the bell and ride to assistance. Yet, upon arrival, they were met with gruesome sight. "Where is the Baron, anyway..?" Avalon inquired of her comrades while they proceeded to set off the fires. Only moments later did they find the decapitated body, and with sorrowful gaze and hushed prayers, blessed the man with proper burial.

Avalon nods sagely

Avalon studies the newly published church document with endless interest

Maeralya Sythaerin returned to the Silver City with a great disappointment lingering at her heart. She had slain three druids in the name of Saint Robert, yet it all felt so boring. With a slow march, she reached her manor, stored the retrieved loot, and began pacing left and right frenetically. That taste of blood simply manifested a new thirst for war. She wished to wage more, and more, and more.

"Oh." muttered Avalon of Numenost with mild concern.

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IGN: scarimari DISCORD: m150204 SKIN: Northern Front: Giles AMOUNT: 400 mina

Maeralya Sythaerin considers submitting herself and her husband, yet hesitates. . . "For the love of my son." she told hersef.

"The West is falling. How many will weep?" Avalon of Numenost murmured from within her secure chambers, wherein a pair of young boys slept covered by fresh silk sheets.

maeralya smiles bigly

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