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The Hearth-Brother of the Red Faith, Mimesis would look at the missive that was passed through to the many hands that called Aevos home. He hated what the Imperials had done to High King Haakon and High Keeper Ellenore but interestingly enough, a curiosity emerged in his thoughts… ‘What will the Red Faith be like now?’… ‘Would he be able to educate the Haakonson in his people’s heritage and faith?’… ‘Would Sorviankind still be welcomed in Norland under this occupation?’… There was only one way for the Hearth-Brother to know the answers to his growing list of questions… ”To Vjardengrad I go, there is but one person I can ask my queries to.” He spoke to himself before looking to the fallen that were laid to rest, praying in Common and Naurvakiaan before departing for Norland’s capital… —————————————————————————— A Skanarri Warrior, Líf, would look over the missive that passed along to him as he ripped a chunk of roasted meat from the leg bone of a recent hunt. Once he swallowed the chunk, he looked over to Ingvar, his chieftain. “Wasn’t Igness learning to be a Keeper in Norland? I believe it best we reclaim our dedicant before those weakly Southron fill her head with their falsehoods and their cross-god’s ‘teachings’.” Spoke the former Southron Canonist, now Red Faithful Skanarri. @Javert @Digit___

SHWING! The Imp would fall bisected as white flames crackled on the blade of the Templar, Once-Dawnservant now-Enlightened Mind, picked up the missive with his free hand as he stowed away his sword as he walked away from corpse of the imp. While he agreed with MOST of what the author wrote, he could not agree with how Templars were explained and how the author proclaimed himself as an Angel. ”These false messengers need to learn when enough is enough, this ‘Salatiel’ is not better than the Auspice of Justice, Raguel…” He spoke to himself before casting the missive into a nearby campfire as he made the journey back home.

“So much work to be done..” Spoke the voice of the Sorvian Hearth-Brother, Mimesis, as he assisted as best he could before having to retreat to the warm of Hearthfires to ward the deathly chill of the north brought on by The Mountain from his body. In his spare time, Mimesis would play his lute in the tavern for what could be hours to lift the spirits of his fellow countrymen; other times, he could be seen looking over tomes and notes that his new friend and partner, Iris ( @minarichankun), brought with them in their shared goal of research and knowledge.

Within his Mindscape, The Dawnservant and (soon-to-be) Enlightened Mind, pondered as he saw the Seventy Declarations fly around him like birds in an open sky, a smile fell upon his features as certain declarations caught his eye. “It has taken my fellow brothers and sisters far too long to realize the world that we find ourselves in now…” He spoke to himself as he recollected the Seventy Declarations back onto a piece of parchment. “Now, let us see how long it will take for them to realize that any Aenguls that descend from the Skies and teach The Holy Scrolls are nothing more then charlatans and false teachers… Auspices called for by The Deceiver to stray the flock from Light of GOD” He added before walking towards a door that appeared within his Mindscape, it was almost time to wake up and train… that and to teach his son a newly invigorated message!

The Knight of Heaven, The Dawnservant, would look over the edict as he leaned against a wall within the borders of the Holy Imperium. His eyes looking over the missive several time before his hands shivered a bit before the black-armored knight recomposed himself and gave a soft sigh. “Now is not the time to hide away from the world and focus solely on slaying the forces of Darkness. This entity threatens all Descendants and it is my duty to defend the innocent and pure souls of the Descendant tribes…” He spoke to himself before pushing himself from the wall and made way to make his preparations.

The ever vigilant-eye, The Dawnservant, was able to acquire the Hesir’s missive during his trek through the northern snows of the continent. His oceanic eyes filled with courage read through the missive as he gave a smirk from under his blackened helm. “Let us meet these agents of Darkness with the ever-sharpened blade of Light…” He spoke to himself before making his way to assist his fellow Canonists against those who slither in the Dark, the northern lights gleam against the crown, decorated with Lorraine Crosses, that rested upon his helmet and the plates of his black armor.

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The old Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, was once more taken from his alchemical duties as yet another missive had been penned and sent across the realm for all to see… though the recent events weighed heavily upon the Ravenstates now, a brighter future was soon to come “I am glad to be within a realm and know a man who takes his oaths with all seriousness…” He commented before returning to his work

The old Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, looked over the missive and gave a wide-eyed gasp of shock at what occurred “By the Flame! I am glad that Owyn is alright, but I am sure Anne is distraught with what has occurred…” He spoke with a sigh as he fixed his Animii monocle before he bowed his head in prayer for the protection of the Ravenstates and the royal couple. ———————————————————— Once he had gotten home and was assisting his elderly father with packing their things, Arthur Helfgott was handed a missive by an Animii servant; his eyes widening and gave a whistle and drawn breath “Well then, that escalated quickly… I probably should have stayed around in case things went belly-up from Constantine’s revocation from the Prime Minister position..” He commented as he looked to his father, handing the missive to him.

Arthur Helfgott would look up from his meditation as an exhausted Klaus von Berkhoven appeared before him and was handed the missive… The Master Templar stood up with his wispy white aura flaring “LOUIS DID WHAT?!” He exclaimed before his brows furrowed into one of rage and extreme disappointment before he put his helmet on and prepared his horse “If ANYONE is to bring justice unto Louis… IT. IS. ME…” He spoke before snapping the reins and bolting off to find the wayward Templar.

A Hearth-Brother of the Red Faith, Mimesis, would give the feeling of a smile from the porcelain mask that sat upon his being as he strolled through Karoslund when he was not busy with reading and maintaining the Hearthflame beneath the Ashwood Tree. Though faces of confusion, fear, and suspicion fell upon the robed and masked construct from the Haeseni people that observed him; the young Sorvian only cared to help those in need to the best of his abilities.

The aging Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven né Denodado (formerly Josef Denodado), would look upon the missive with interest and curiosity after being given it by his Halfling-sized Animatii courier. The man rubbed his cleanly shaven chin with his free hand as he thought “I will have to have an audience with my great-nephew about this..” He spoke to himself before looking out to the entrance of his shop “Oh Hermana, what would you do in my place..?” The older man asked to an empty room as he thought about his younger sister, Maria Denodado ( @Myrthe ), who had taken his place as heir to their family and noble titles. “You were honestly the smartest and most dedicated to the family out of the both of us..” Joseph added with a soft chuckle, a pain in his chest as he felt like he was the last of his father and mother’s children still alive.

The Knight of Heaven, The Dawnservant, had gotten ahold of the missive and read through the detailed and poetic account of the Balianese Queen. A rage filled his chest reading of the spilling of blood upon the grounds of two churches “These actions are why I did not associate myself with this war… heresies thrown at the other like a volley of arrows ‘cross a battlefield.” - “But to draw your blade and spill Canonist blood upon the sacred halls of our Almighty GOD is unacceptable…” He spoke to himself as he began to walk towards his horse as the frock of his black armor billowed in the wind behind him. “The only justice is that of GOD, no man has the right to judge someone’s belief in HIM…” He added as he rode out, the fire he had left behind fizzling out once he far away.

The aging Alchemist and Great-Uncle of Isabel Rostova, Joseph von Berkhoven, would take the missive for a short Animatii helper and smiles the sun’s smile “I am a great-great-great uncle now!” He cheered in excitement, he is just that great!

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— OOC — ((MC Name: WarriorOfAzure)) ((Discord: blaurps)) ((Timezone: CST)) ————————————————————————— — IN-CHARACTER — What is your name? Cesia Why seek membership to the Mages Guild? I seek membership to the Mages’ Guild so that I may study the Arcane Arts to assist and help others in the realm. What arts, if any, do you currently practice? I do not currently practice any of the Arcane Arts as I am an aspirant. What position do you desire to attain upon acceptance? Practicus When should you be contacted for an interview? I am open to be contacted for an interview at any time as I do not have many responsibilities.

The aging Alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, would become wide-eyed and in shock upon hearing the news that his great-nephew-in-law had been slain as an informant came into his shop “This war will only bring suffering upon friend and family alike…” He spoke before sitting down at his desk and goes deep into thought. All he could think about was his family… —————————————————————————— As he looked up to the stars above, The Dawnservant, would sigh once he heard the news of Prince Thorin’s passing there was only one thing he could say… ”Another life yet lost in this worthless war…” He would say before donning his helmet once more and ventured once more on road. —————————————————————————— Somewhere far away from Aevos, Dion Thibault, leaned into a gestured hand who told him of what had occurred upon the equally distant realm before he spat his wine and stood up once the words of Prince Thorin’s death fell upon his short pointed ears… ”The Haensers did what now?!” He exclaimed before looking over to his older brother, Alaimme Thibault (@Digit_005) ”Did you hear what I just heard, Brother?!”

The robed Sorvian would tilt his head as a dove descended and landed upon the pointer finger of his main right hand, he would then see the missive bound to the avian’s leg and took it from its holding, beginning to read said missive. ”Oh, what joy, what joy!” The young construct would exclaim happily before he grabbed a piece of parchment and would begin writing a reply to Flynnigan ’To Chieftain Bluefern, Flynnigan, It is joyous to hear of your matrimony to your beloved! I will make sure that I am in attendance to this important event in your life! From, Mimesis’

The aging alchemist, Joseph von Berkhoven, would smile as he read his great-niece’s missive as he took refuge in a room for the night within the walls of Ravenmire “I can only hope that my fellow Hyspians who love DIOS will come and seek refuge from the tyranny and oppression from the heretic-loving, lie-spilling, Haenseti puppet Queen..” He spoke to himself as he sat back in his chair and begins to pray quietly. —————————————————————————— The wandering warrior, The Dawnservant, would come across the missive on the road and rips if from the noticeboard and took a moment to read said missive, his eyes scanning it “By the Flame…” He would speak to himself as his eyes looked to the missive “This adds another piece of the puzzle to the bigger picture..” He spoke before looking to the west and then to the east “It is a shame Canonists must fight amongst themselves when they should be focusing all their resources to eliminating Darkspawn and Dark Mages from their lands.” He spoke before nailing the missive back onto the noticeboard before he began moving once more. The man’s bronze-colored armor gleams in the sunlight as he walked.

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The elderly Waldenian farmer, Hildibrand Brawn, would take the missive from a young Reinmarien farmhand he had employed due to his century-aged body. His eyes skimmed through the missive as he read quietly to himself, his Vander spirit came out but not as what the Cardinal would have want… ”He calls ‘imself a Waldenian aber he does nicht write ‘he full name o’ GOTT ‘pon ‘is missive? Say HIS glorious and powerful name with your chest, lad!” The elderly Brawn Patriarch would say to himself, raising his voice a bit like a disappointed father.

Username: WarriorOfAzure Discord: blaurps RP Name: Estrella del Maravilla Age: 15 What is one thing you would do as Alcalde? I would want to being the construction of an educational institution as the sessions I have heard and read in records of La Escuela de Veronica was that students would learn in what is the court building of the city. But not only for the core curriculum classes, but open it up to more extracurricular courses that are kosher with the Church (Housemagery, Bardmancy, Etc.).

The guard for the diocese of Altamirano, Arthur Helfgott, would smile as he received the missive of the consecration of the Monastery of High Pontiff Caius I. “I should bring father along with me to observe this most important ceremony. Saint High Pontiff Caius I is an important figure in not only the Holy Mother Church but to all of Waldenia for his service has continued to bring hope, joy, and determination to all that look up to him.” He spoke to himself as he signed the Lorraine Cross.

The Knight of Heaven, The Dawnservant, looked upon the warrant and took a sigh “Just as I thought, their message was too good to be true and look at them now, attacking men of the cloth and their fellow Canonists openly has caused them to be wanted…” The man spoke to himself as he shook his head in disapproval “Now is time for judgement to these heretics…” The Dawnservant added as he donned his armor and armaments “My cause will not be tainted by this ilk, GOD wills that judgement be brought upon the Vinovians…”

The aging knight of the Seven Skies, The Dawnservant, would read the missive with interest but a sense of skepticism as well. “Their call for the Holy Mother Church aligns with what many I know have spoken about but I must take caution to the wind. While I could align myself with them, it sound too good to be true…”