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Artur Helfgott, would read the missive before passing it to his father, Klaus von Berkhoven ( @Digit_005 ), shaking his head with a sigh “Who is going to tell him Uncle O passed away a decade ago?” He asked before signing the Lorraine in respect to the former Shugo. ——————————————————————————— The Battle-Bard of Blackworth, Dion Thibault, would look over the missive, scratching his head as he was confused as he was looking at the list of personal invitations to Grense’s upcoming tournament for any mention of Blackworth or Ravenmire.

A man clad in armor of black, The Dawnservant, would get his hands on the missive and gives a look of disgust as he read about what the men of Keen and Grense did to a neutral nation. “And now they think those of the Canonist belief sacrifice others in the name of GOD…? The Holy Regency is made up of nothing more than heretics wearing the mask of good-faring Canonists.. CHANGE and REFORM needs to be made soon or else GOD will surely close the gates of the Seven Skies to the truly faithful…” The Templar spoke to himself before going to his desk to start writing. ——————————————————————————— The short Kha’Cheetrah of Vortice, Xinan, would get his hands on a copy and smile the sun’s smile from his maw at what had occurred between the Silver Empire and the Canonists “This should show Canonists ne to mess with neutral nations that ne want war… but Canonists are hardheaded folk, so they ne listen to own common sense.” He spoke to himself with a soft huff, still bitter about losing his home during the war.

The man clad in armor back, The Dawnservant, would read the missive at his refuge away from the chaos before making his way to a small chapel, taking off his helmet before entering the chapel and kneeling down before the Lorraine Cross “LORD GOD above, pray protect your innocent earthly princes for those wrought of corruption and darkness within their very breast wish to bring nothing but bloodshed and annihilation to YOUR people… may only YOU bring judgement upon those that seek the destruction of those chosen by YOUR Light to lead the tribes of Exalted Horen. It is in YOUR merciful and glorious name… AMEN !”

Joseph von Berkhoven, the princess’s great-great uncle, would smile hearing the announcement of his great-great-great nephew, the Hyspian Alchemist would begin to gather some supplies to go and meet the newborn prince. ——————————————————————————— Dion Thibault, Levy Warrent of Blackworth, would jump for joy upon hearing the news and runs to find his brother, Aleamme ( @Digit_005 ), and push the missive into his face “We must go and see the newborn prince! Maybe even make some gifts for the Royal family in celebration!”

Dion Thibault, Warrant of the Blackworth Levy, would pick up a copy of the missive and read over it, the Auvy Half-Elf sat down on a nearby bench before looking to the keep of Illation before holding his hands together and bowing his head in prayer "DIEU, please guide Duc Henry to the Seven Skies.. we all know he deserves happiness with what he had to contend with here in the world..." Dion spoke in a quiet prayer as he held his Lorraine cross tightly in his hands, the only thing he could do now for the Late Duke Henry Haverlock.

A great piece of lore written for those looking for a certain magic niche without having to delve into the Dark MAs (and tying yourself to a deific power)! Love that there are costs to using the magic for the user that will bring about character development for someone who decides to become a Hag. I would totally play this MA!

A red-skinned Uruk, Varn’Brawn, The Scholar, would read the missive from the Sovereign of Vortice and give a sigh as he looked towards the east “Mi wizh dat da Rexkhan wuld juzt blah Yub tu mi challenge ob da Rex Klomp.. but he nub kare abut da traditionz ob da Urukim agh onleh karez abut spill’n da blud ob magh innocentz thru da dizhonorable exkuz ob flat’n a pe’ple dey alredeh flat’ed off da face ob da wurld.” He spoke to himself before taking the glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh “Nubanz liztenz tu mi…”

[!] A missive would find itself spread to all nations of Aevos, this missive seems to be shorter compared to the last two this writer has sent out [!] Honor Arises Penned by Varn’Brawn, The Scholar, in the Year of Our Lord 1999 ———————————————————————— Da Dubty’Futh [24th] Day pazz’d agh nub rezponz frum da dizhonorable Rexkhan, az iz go’n back ‘ntu da tradit’nz ob da Rex Klomp, if da Rex haz nub izzu’d a rezponz ob Yub or Nub tu da challeng’r den it iz by right ob da challeng’r tu klaim da title ob Rex frum zuch a kow’rdleh agh tyrannikal leadah. Mi haz zent mizzivez kall’n fur a Rex Klomp agh wayt’n fur a rezponze, dez ar da mizzivez mi haz zent out az recetz: Mizzive Ahz: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/241802-a-zilence-brokn-tuu-layt/ Mizzive Dub: https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/241833-honor-blahz-n-aktnz/ Zo Mi, Varn’Brawn, Da Zkolah, klaim da title ob Rex frum Daahd Lur fur hiz kow’rdice agh dizhonor on our pe’ple’z eraz-old tradit’n. Bekauz ob diz kow’rdice agh extreme violat’n ob da Kodez ob Krug: Code 5 On Country: To steal from, attack, or otherwise harm a friendly or allied nation to the Iron Horde is no different from harming the Horde itself. Code 5 On Honor: Knowingly evading the consequences for one’s actions, whether defeat or violation of the codes, is cowardice; one should accept their punishment. Code 7 On Honor: Refusing to honor the terms of a klomp spits on KRUG’s name and weakens one’s honor. Krug favors those who fight the hardest for what they believe. Code 12 On Honor: Kneeling to any-ONE or any-THING violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. Mi hereby deklare Daahd Lur WHITEWASH agh EXILED frum da zakred dezertz ob Popo Krug ‘ntu antiquiteh. Mi wyll make otheh deklarat’nz lateh on az diz mizzive iz tu make da deklarat’n ob da change ob leadehzhip wyth’n da Rexdom. Wyth Honor agh Rezpekt, Varn’Brawn, Da Zkolah Rex ob da Iron Uzg, Honorable Zon ob GOTT agh ob Krug [!] A Blah to Common Translation would be attached to the missive [!] The twenty and fourth [24th] day passed and no response from the dishonorable Rexkhan, as is going back into the traditions of the Rex Klomp, if the Rex has not issued a response of acceptance or denial to the challenger then it is by right of the challenger to claim the title of Rex from such a cowardly and tyrannical leader. I have sent missives calling for a Rex Klomp and have been waiting for a response, these are the missives I have sent out as receipts: Missive One: (Link in first part of the post) Missive Two: (Link in first part of the post) So I, Varn’Brawn, The Scholar, claim the title of Rex from Daahd Lur for his cowardice and dishonor of our people’s eras-old tradition. Because of this cowardice and extreme violation of the Codes of Krug: Code 5 On Country: To steal from, attack, or otherwise harm a friendly or allied nation to the Iron Horde is no different from harming the Horde itself. Code 5 On Honor: Knowingly evading the consequences for one’s actions, whether defeat or violation of the codes, is cowardice; one should accept their punishment. Code 6 On Honor: To form an oath or give one’s word but fail to uphold it violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. One’s word should never be questioned; it is one’s law. Code 7 On Honor: Refusing to honor the terms of a klomp spits on KRUG’s name and weakens one’s honor. Krug favors those who fight the hardest for what they believe. Code 12 On Honor: Kneeling to any-ONE or any-THING violates the will of KRUG and weakens one’s honor. I hereby declare Daahd Lur WHITEWASH and EXILED from the sacred deserts of Father Krug into antiquity. I will make other declarations later on as this missive is to make the declaration of the change of leadership within the Rexdom. With Honor and Respect, Varn’Brawn, The Scholar Rex of the Iron Horde, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug [!] Artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar writing the missive [!]

[!] Yet another missive would find itself spread across all of Aevos, the writer seems to be passionate enough to write this as clearly as can be for all to read [!] Honor Speaks in Actions Penned by Varn, The Scholar, In the Year of Our Lord, 1999 ———————————————————————————— An munth haz pazz’d agh nub even a blah ‘r missive frum da Rexkhan, while magh ob lat wyll blah dat he iz focuz’d on da upkomin’ invasion upon da Rexdom ob Vortice, dis nubthin’ mor dan anothah exkuz out ob da duzenz dat da Khanate haz given fur itz rezon tu Wagh. Whyl dey blah dat dey konvert tu da Tru Fayth ob Da Kanon, Mi kannub accept dat dey hab fur-gon der eras-old traditionz ob Zpiritualizm agh Shomo. Fur lat kannub break frum a tradition dat haz been ingrayn’d ‘ntu a kulture goin’ az far back az da Anz Rex Krug, who ‘n annals ob Urukim hiztoreh, iz gruk’n tu all wyth’n da Uzg akross da generations az Shomo Rex Krug. Whyl Mi du nub b’leve ‘n diz pagan fayth, az Mi am an ob da anz Kanonizt Urukz who zout out tu learn of da Holeh Zkrollz, tu learn wub REX GOTT haz ‘n ztore fur all ob uz. Dat iz why Mi red all four ob da Holeh Zkrollz: Virtue, Zpirit, Gozpel, agh Auzpice fur ALL ob da zkrollz teach uz zomtin’ agh wi muz apply it tu our lyvez ‘n da prezent. Wen Mi hurd dat da Uzg had grovel’d agh begg’d b’fure da layt High Pontiff Caius I - may he observe da flock frum da Zeven Zkies - Mi wuz fyll’d wyth both joy agh angeh; Mi hab da highes’ respect fur da layt High Pontiff fur mi layt lifemate, Scrap - may izi rest ‘n peace ‘n da Zeven Zkies - wuz employ’d undah da Ducal Blarg ob Barclay wen dey were ztill land’d ‘n Haense but az Uruk, wi du nub flee frum battle az it wud dizhonor da proud legacah ob Popo Krug, zo it kam az odd tu mo dat da proud bruddaz agh ziztahz ob da Iron Uzg cow’rd az a TRU Holeh Kruzade wuz tu kloz ‘n on da zacr’d dezert. Diz kurrent “Holeh” Kruzade iz nibtin’ mor dan zeveral perzonal agendaz frum da rexez ob dez rexdomz b’hynd kloz’d doorz whyl da armiez are indoctrinat’d by Raguel, Auzpice ob Juztice. Da Holeh Momo Church, da inztituton dat mi hold kloz tu mi heart, wizhez tu forcefullah konvert doz ob da pagan faythz by zubjugaton ob der rexdomz agh gruk’n how konverzon tu anothah religus praktiz, az mo am a formeh Zpiritualizt, iz lyk’nd tu karin’ fur a garden, fur it takez tyme until da flowerz reveal der beautiful blozzomz tu da gard’ner. Wyth mi kritisizmz ob da Holeh Momo Church agh da Eaztern Wagh azide, mi now re-focuz on da primareh agh moz important topik ob mi missive, Rexkhan Daahd Lur, az ztat’ed Mi hab nub been d’liver’d a missive ob Yub or Nub ob da Rex Klomp by Daahd Lur. A few queztunz tu da zilent Khan… Wub are lat afraid ob? Mi am nubtin’ mor dan a skolah who wuld be ztudy’n da myriad ob bookz wyth’n mi ztudy dan zav’n mi blargland frum an incompetent agh kow’rdleh warrior. Wur iz latz pryde? Mi am tu gruk az da Rex ob da Khanate dat lat wuld take pryde agh joy ‘n flat’n a man ob mi opinionz zenzelez wyth latz bare fiztz az aneh othah Uruk wuld. Who du lat actu’lleh zerve? Mi am ob da gruk’n dat a Rex zhould zerve hiz people fur da betterment ob hiz rexdom but all Mi peep frum lat agh da mizzive, writt’n by Kretz’Ox, dat haz been brought tu mi peep’nz, iz dat lat agh da armi ob da Khanate wuld ratheh be da High Pontiff’z lapdogz den tu kare az da ekonomeh agh populat’n ob latz rexdom dwyndlez. Mi wuld hab to agree wyth da Zquealz’ mizzive abut da Khanate’s relat’nzhip wyth Caurost, DA KHANATE WULD NUB HAB AN ARMI WYTHOUT PADD’N DER FORCEZ WYTH DAT OB DA NUMB’RZ OB BRUDDA MALIN! Rexkhan Daahd Lur, lat hab until da Anh’Dub [12th] Saint’s Hour (1pm EST/12pm CST OOC Time) tu rezpond wyth latz anz’r. Wyll lat accept da Rex Klomp az magh ob Popo Krug’z kubz hab dun b’fure or wyll lat decline da Rex Klomp agh hold tu da powah dat da tytle ob Rex bringz out ob kow’rdice agh inkompetenzi? Mi du nub kare if da exkuz lat addrezz iz dat “Mi am prepar’n fur Wagh, Mi hab nub tyme fur diz.”, wen chall’ng’d lat are tu addrezz da challengez immediatleh agh wyth all hazte or be azham’d dat lat keep latz lipz zealmd juz tu focuz on a petteh exkuz fur a Wagh. DIZ REX KLOMP IZ NUB ABUUT POWAH, IT IZ ABUUT RETURN’N DA IRON UZG TU WUB IT ONCE WUZ OR FACE OBLIVION OB OUR ERAZ-OLD KULTURE!!! Until den… Zign’d, Varn, da Zkolah Zcion ob Klan Gorkil, Honorable Zon ob GOD agh ob Krug ———————————————————————————— [!] A Blah to Common Translation would be pinned to the missive [!] A month as passed and not even a word or missive from the Rexkhan, while many of you will say that he is focused on the upcoming invasion upon the Sovereignty of Vortice, this nothing more than another excuse out of the dozens that the Khanate has given for its reason to go to war. While they say that they convert to the True Faith of The Canon, I cannot accept that they have for-gone their eras-old traditions of Spiritualism and Shamanism. For you cannot break from a tradition that has been ingrained into a culture going as far back as the First Rex Krug, who in annals of Orcish history, is known to all within the Horde across the generations as Shaman Rex Krug. While I do not believe in this pagan faith, as I am one of the first Canonist Orcs who sought out to learn of the Holy Scrolls, to learn what REX GOTT has in store for all of us. That is why I read all four of the Holy Scrolls: Virtue, Spirit, Gospel, and Auspice for ALL of the scrolls teach us something and we must apply it to our lives in the present. When I heard that the Horde had groveled and begged before the late High Pontiff Caius I - may he observe the flock from the Seven Skies - I was filled with both joy and anger; I have the highest respect for the late High Pontiff for my late wife, Scrap - may she rest in peace in the Seven Skies - was employed under the Ducal House of Barclay when they were still landed in Haense but as Orcs, we do not flee from battle as it would dishonor the proud legacy of Father Krug, so it came as odd to me that the proud brothers and sisters of the Iron Horde cowered as a TRUE Holy Crusade was to close in on sacred desert. This current “Holy” Crusade is nothing more than several personal agendas from the leaders of these nations behind closed doors while the armies are indoctrinated by Raguel, Auspice of Justice. The Holy Mother Church, the institution that I hold close to my heart, wishes to forcefully convert those of the pagan faiths by subjugation of their nations and knowing how conversion to another religious practice, as I am a former Spiritualist, is likened to caring for a garden, for it takes time until the flowers reveal their beautiful blossoms to the gardener. With my criticisms of the Holy Mother Church and the Eastern War aside, I now re-focus on the primary and most important topic of my missive, Rexkhan Daahd Lur, as stated I have not been delivered a missive of acceptance or denial of the Rex Klomp by Daahd Lur. A few questions to the silent Khan… What are you afraid of? I am nothing more than a scholar who would be studying the myriad of books within my study than saving my homeland from an incompetent and cowardly warrior. Where is your pride? I am to think as the Rex of the Khanate that you would take pride and joy in beating a man of my opinions senseless with your bare fists as any other Orc would. Who do you actually serve? I am of the thought that leader should serve his people for the betterment of his nation but all I see from you and the missive, written by Kretz’Ox, that has been brought to my attention, is that you and the army of the Khanate would rather be the High Pontiff’s lapdogs then to care as the economy and population of your nation dwindles. I would have to agree with the Halflings’ missive about the Khanate’s relationship with Caurost, THE KHANATE WOULD NOT HAVE AN ARMY WITHOUT PADDING THEIR FORCES WITH THAT OF THE NUMBERS OF BROTHER MALIN! Rexkhan Daahd Lur, you have twenty and four [24] Saint’s Days (24 OOC hours) to respond with your answer. Will you accept the Rex Klomp as many of Father Krug’s children have done before or will you decline the Rex Klomp and hold to the power that the title of Rex brings out of cowardice and incompetency? I do not care if the excuse you address is that “I am preparing for a war, I have no time for this.”, when challenged you are to address the challenges immediately and with all haste or be ashamed that you keep your lips sealed just to focus on a petty excuse for a war. THIS REX KLOMP IS NOT ABOUT POWER, IT IS ABOUT RETURNING THE IRON HORDE TO WHAT IT ONCE WAS OR FACE OBLIVION OF OUR ERAZ-OLD CULTURE!!! Until then… Signed, Varn, The Scholar Scion of Clan Gorkil, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug [!] An artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar training for the Rex Klomp [!]

The Uruk Scholar would see the missive from Irungit’Raguk after being prayed over by his elderly friend. Varn, The Scholar would send back a letter to its sender, it would bare only one word: ———————————————————— NUB ————————————————————

[!] A missive would find itself spread across all of Aevos, the writer seems to be passionate enough to write this as clearly as can be for all to read[!] A Silence Broken too Late Penned by Varn, The Scholar, In the year of Our Lord 1999 ———————————————————————— Fur tuu long hab Mi kept mi zilence aboot da on-goin’s ob our wurld, but nub anymore… fur tuu long hab Mi kept mi zilence tu nub be zkrutiniz’d by da Faith Mi hab kept ever klose tu mi heart, but nub anymore… Mi wizh tu blah mi gruk wyth blunt hon’stah agh truth thou Mi gruk many wyll brandish der blades agh ztart kaztin’ der foul hexez agh kurzes mi wae, but Mi du nub kare anymore ob wub diz mortal plane does tu mi fur mi WYLL join mi layt lyfemate, Scrap — may izi rest n peace — n da Zeven Zkies zoon after dis iz written moz likeleh but Mi wyll nub cower agh beg fur furgyv’nez lyke mi pathetic agh dizhonorable kin dat follow a mor pathetic agh dizhonorable “Rexkhan” at itz helm. Mi red da Zkroll ob Auzpice agh tu blah dat Mi wuz zurpryz’d by wub Mi red wuld be undahraytin’ mi tru horror tu wub blindz our Holeh Momo Church deez paz few yearz… dis “Tru Aengul” iz nubthin’ mor den a kon-artist dat wizhez tu thro da entyah wurld ‘ntu pandæmonium fur itz own pleazure agh entehtaynment. Mi red da peepwitnez account ob Zer Philip agh Da Dawnzervant wen day did klomp wyth Raguel, mo horror turn’d tu anger reedin’ abuut diz dæmon’s eldritch abiliteh tu reztore latzelf through mortal vizcera az if it were nub blahgyv’r ob our REX GOTT. Agh juz today Mi red da mizive dat da Khanate wyll march wyth da Holeh Momo Church wyth da zame bloodeh exkuz dat doz ob Vikela zpiryt’d away tu da Krasts ob Vortice. Diz, dear readeh iz da zame exkuz da Urukim ob da Khanate uz’d tu raze da Zhire ob Dunwen, tu zubjugate Lurin b’fur da Republic ob Zalvo beat dem tu it agh now, dey uze it again tu zubjugate da Rexdom ob Vortice. But nub anahmor fur Mi hab peep’d mor dan enough tu gruk where diz iz goin’… MI, Varn, Da Skolah, Zcion ob Klan Gorkil challenge Rexkhan Daahd Lur tu da eraz-old tradition ob da REX KLOMP!!! Mi bruddaz agh ziztahz ob da IRON UZG hab had it wyth wub Rexkhan Daahd haz dun tu da Honorable zonz agh daughtahz ob our Popo Krug. Mi pray dat diz be an honor-bound klomp meanin’ dat NUB ANZ iz tu ‘ntehfere wyth diz sakred ryte ob da honorable zonz agh daughtahz ob Krug, fur da ajtion ob duin’ zo iz dizhonorable. Mi pray dat diz be an honor-bound klomp meanin’ dat da uz ob aneh zortz ob mojo, enchantmentz, runez, zpecial metalz, alkemicalz, agh poizonz be FURBIDDEN by ANEHANZ who iz der tu witnez or, ‘n da kaze ob Rexkhan Daahd agh Mi, doz klompin’, fur da aktion ob duin’ zo iz dizhonorable. Until den… Zigned, Varn, Da Skolah Zcion ob Klan Gorkil, Honorable Zon ob GOD agh ob Krug [!] A Blah to Common Translation would be attached to the missive [!] For too long have I kept my silence about the on-goings of our world, but not anymore… for too long have I kept my silence to not be scrutinized by the Faith I have kept ever close to my heart, but not anymore… I wish to speak my mind with blunt honesty and truth though I know many will brandish their blades and start casting their foul hexes and cursed my way, but I do not care anymore of what this mortal plane does to me for I WILL join my late wife, Scrap — may she rest in peace — in the Seven Skies soon after this is written most likely but I will not cower and beg for forgiveness like my pathetic and dishonorable kin that follow a more pathetic dishonorable “Rexkhan” at its helm. I read the Scroll of Auspice and to say that I was surprised by what I read would be an underrating my true horror to what blinds our Holy Mother Church these past few years… this “True Aengul” is nothing more than a con-artist that wishes to throw the entire world into pandæmonium for its own pleasure and entertainment. I read the eyewitness account of Ser Philip and the Dawnservant when they did battle with Raguel, my horror turned to anger reading about this dæmon’s eldritch ability to restore itself through mortal viscera as if it were no messenger of our LORD GOTT. And just today I read the missive that the Khanate will march with the Holy Mother Church with the same bloody excuse that those of Vikela spirited away to the Krasts of Vortice. This, dear reader is the same excuse the Orcs of the Khanate used to raze the Shire of Dunwen to subjugate Lurin before the Republic of Salvo beat them to it and now, they use it again on to subjugate the Sovereignty of Vortice. But not anymore for I have seen more than enough to know where this is going… I, Varn, The Scholar, Scion of Clan Gorkil challenge Rexkhan Daahd Lur to the eras-old tradition of the REX KLOMP!!! My brothers and sisters of the IRON HORDE have had it with what Rexkhan Daahd has done to the Honorable sons and daughters of our Father Krug. I pray that this be an honor-bound klomp meaning that NO ONE is to interfere with this sacred rite of the honorable sons and daughters of Krug, for the action of doing so is dishonorable. I pray that this be an honor-bound klomp meaning the use of any sorts of magic, enchantments, runes, special metals, alchemicals, and poisons be FORBIDDEN by ANYONE who is there to witness or, in the case of Rexkhan Daahd and I, those fighting to be used during the klomp, for the action of doing so is dishonorable. Until then… Signed, Varn, The Scholar Scion of Clan Gorkil, Honorable Son of GOD and of Krug [!] An artist’s depiction of the Uruk Scholar [!]

A certain Orc who lived far from the Honorable Desert, Varn, The Scholar, would almost pop a blood vessel as he almost destroyed his desk with his clenched fist “DIS IZ IT, MI KAN NUB TAKE DIS ZAHK ANAHMOR!!!” The red-skinned Uruk roared as he went to write a missive, clenching the Lorraine cross around his neck to calm himself down before later sending out messengers to spread the word as he prepared himself for what is to come…

The Dawnservant, out of his black armor, would read the missive he had the Holy Ser had written together and sighs as he looked up to the midnight sky from repairing his armor after the battles that they had done in Ailmere “If Aenguls actually bleed like us mortals.. they would not go to such violent and graphic means to restore their missing limbs…” He spoke to himself remembering the eldritch and horrific means that the Auspice of Justice, Raguel, went to restore its ‘perfect’ form.

The Dawnservant, a soon-to-be Templar would read the missive, giving a look of disgust at what he read “This… man thinks it is right for Ghouls, those created from foul and dark rituals, to be protector of Humanity..? This is nothing but HERETICAL filth!” He spoke as he casts the missive into flames of a hearth “Normally, I would share a missive with my mentor but I think he would do the same thing…” He added before he started to write a missive of his own.

A man clad in black armor, The Dawnservant, would look over the missive and give a sigh “Why must our brothers and sisters cower away and leave the lands to these imperial oppressors? This is no Crusade in the name of GOD, this a Crusade orchestrated by and in the name of the Pretender and the Heretic, but I still pray that the Eastern Nations hold the line against this Heresy…” He spoke as he look out east, the expanse of water in his view towards Silasia’s former territory “Bringing back the Light of GOD to the misguided flock is imperative… GLORY TO GOD ALMIGHTY!”

Reading missive as he sat by a fireplace, The Dawnservant, sighed once he finished looking over its contents before looking to The Enlightened Mind “Those blinded by Raguel’s flames have finally created their own inquisition in this pretender’s name to silence our voices of concern. What is our next course of action, my mentor?” He asked as he looked over to the elder, The Dawnservant‘s helmet sat beside the young armor-clad man. ———————————————————— In the Far Northern Duchy of Blackworth, the Auvy Warrant, Dion Thibault, cheered loudly with joy at the establishment of the Order of St. Raguel “By DIEU Almighty, someone finally takes this situation more seriously!” He exclaims!

CALL TO THE SEVEN SKIES A Desire to Serve —————————————————————— Oh Almighty GOD, THE MOST MERCIFUL, SINGULAR, and OMNIPOTENT, Exalted, and Blessed Brothers and Sisters of the Seven Skies, I call to you as a son and brother in need of guidance with your blessed and sanctified Light. The world below grows darker every day as those who call themselves Canonist but adhere to the whims of the Daemon Raguel the Pretender, who so pridefully calls itself “Aengul of Justice” and “Messenger of GOD” mean to ravage the world of pagans and faithful believers botg. For this daemon called forth by Vargengotz, a wyrm directly under the DECIEVER’S control, sows the seeds of apocalypse, and the destruction of our world and our faith. I humbly call towards thee to assist in my fellow believers’ cause to cleanse the minds and pull away the wool of deception from the eyes of our fellow brothers and sisters. I care not anymore to pledge myself with any worldly ruler for the only ruler I pledge my very body and soul to is the LORD GOD ALMIGHTY. With this I say, LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, THE MOST MERCIFUL, SINGULAR, and OMNIPOTENT, may YOUR Light be the only one that guides us into an age of purity and peace amongst Humankind. EXALTED HOREN, grant myself and my fellow compatriots with your VIRTUE blessed to you by GOD’S Light! EXALTED OWYN, grant myself and my fellow compatriots with your FLAME blessed to you by GOD’S Light! EXALTED GODFREY, grant myself and my fellow compatriots with your PURIFICATION blessed to you by GOD’S Light! EXALTED SIGISMUND, grant myself and my fellow compatriots with your GUIDANCE blessed to you by GOD’S Light! So that we may bring our fellow brothers and sisters back towards the Light of GOD and not fall deeper into the abyss that Raguel The Pretender has created in order to put Canondom into a stupor while Iblees destroys the world! I am prepared to do what must be done, GOD save our souls! The Dawnservant

[!] An artist's sketch of the restored statue of Ra'tuhmet within the Temple of Ra [!] The Restoration of The Light Penned by The Prince-Consort of Rah’tuma, 187 S.A. [!] A missive would find itself posted on the roads and within the cities of Western, Eastern, and Southern Aevos [!] ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Leh-iy, my people of Rah’tuma and the wider continent of Braevos! I write this missive to humbly announce that the statue dedicated to LORD RA’TUHMET OF ETERNAL SUNLIGHT has been fully restored to its completion! My labors have cost me one Rah’mun Year of my life, but it is worth the cost to see LORD RA’S TRUE Light return upon our world after decades the False Sun corrupted the heavens above. My fellow Netjer and I wish to hold a festival in honor of LORD RA’TUHMET’s brilliant return to the Material Plane! In which I bring upon the continuation of recruitment into the Netjer of RA’TUHMET for if we are to return the TRUE LIGHT upon the world again, I must bring numerous more faithful under my wing in order to do so. With this, I welcome those who seek festivities and the opportunity of faithful adherence to our walls of Rah’tuma! With Balance Restored, Haitham By the Grace of the Gods, Prince-Consort of Rah’tuma, Ahurhemtepi Netjer of Ra’tuhmet, Son of the Light

A man clad in armor black would receive the missive and read it aloud before looking to his mentor, The Enlightened Mind (@Digit_005), his blue eyes looking towards the wiseman "Shall we sally forth and make ourselves known to the Archbishop Ramiel, Teacher?" He asked in a curious but excited tone "I believe that GOD has heard our prayers to grant us allies in the Eastern Diocese."

A man, clad in armor black met up with his mentor, The Enlightened Mind ( @Digit_005), and holds the missive to him “It looks to be that we have started to change history.. but we must be ready for anything, The Holy Mother Church may have drank too deep of Raguel’s lies.” He spoke as he looked to wiseman “I will not doubt they will send people to silence this revelation.. but we must look to unite with those that stand with our cause and those that we can bring into the fold.”

A man clad in armor of black and blue, Artur Helfgott,would read the missive and the attached terms between Silasia and those it had made treaties with as he sat by a campfire somewhere on Aevos. A sigh escaped his lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose “Why must fellow Canonist brothers and sisters fight amongst themselves? The Grand Duchy has its rights and obligations to protect those that have helped them.. It is only through a love of peace in our world that we may unite our differing cultures to face the most true and dangerous threats against us…GOTT help us all..” He spoke to himself before looking out into the distance, seeing the faint light of a small hamlet in the distance miles away from his camp. ———————————————————— Haitham, the Son of the Light, looks upon the missive, one of disgust as he saw that some of the Canonist realms may be violating their agreements with Silasia “This war is slowly becoming less of purging Isfet’s influence or territorial gains by the day, it sounds more so that those who are siding with the Luraki are being manipulated by forces most likely hiding within FALSE LIGHT they see as true reason for their decisions..” He spoke to himself before looking up towards the almost completely restored shrine to RA’TUHMET, THE ETERNAL SUNLIGHT, before giving a sigh and continuing his work. ———————————————————— Within a scholar’s study, Varn, The Scholar, would read the missive aloud in Waldenian as a fellow scholar, Klaus von Berkhoven (@Digit_005), before looking over to the elderly Highlander “Wub duz lat gruk ob diz, Klawz?” The red-skinned Canonist Orc asked wanting to have a scholarly and theological discussion with his friend.

A Call from the Light Penned by The Prince of Rah'tuma, 186 S.A. [!] A missive would find itself posted on the roads and within the cities of Western, Eastern and Southern Aevos [!] Leh-iy, my people of Rah’tuma and the wider continent of Braevos! I write this missive to call to those that wish to embody the Light of our highest God of Rah’tuma, LORD RA’TUHMET OF ETERNAL SUNLIGHT, who created by the KA’TAU, created the very world in which we walk upon during our day-to-day lives. For the past Rah’mun Days, I have labored tirelessly in the restoration of LORD RA’s shrine for it laid shattered by an unknown defiler.. but that is no longer the case for it as the days go by, the closer his shrine is to being completely restored! As LORD RA’TUHMET’S Ahurhemtepi Netjer, I call for those that wish to be champions, to become WARRIORS OF THE LIGHT to come forth to Rah’tuma and to the sunlit steps of the Temple of Ra to commit to yourself to toward the goal of purging the world of Isfetian influence with the HEKA of the TRUE and ETERNAL SUNLIGHT of LORD RA’TUHMET! For now I await those that wish to become my fellow Netjer within the priesthood of RA’TUHMET. With Balance Restored, Haitham By the Grace of the Gods, Prince of Rah’tuma, Ahurhemtepi Netjer of Ra’tuhmet, Son of the Light

The sound of a hammer and chisel could be heard from within the Temple to Rah’tumet as Prince Haitham, who has worked for many Rah’mun Days straight, to restore the shrine to LORD RA. The ‘ame Prince only stopped for a moment as a servant came into the temple to pass him the missive from his Pharaoh, Atemu-Ta, after having finished reading the missive he called the servant to leave and rest before he himself continued his task on restoring what was once shattered by an unknown defiler. “The Radiance of the Eternal Sunlight WILL be returned before we march on the swamp!” He stated to himself as he chiseled the detailed features of the Rah’mun Spirit’s head.

The once-Hyspian Uncle of the current Viscountess of Banderas, Joseph von Berkhoven, takes a sigh of relief that his homeland has taken a neutral stance on the war. “I wish more nations would take this stance within the Canondom, I will not and never will fight alongside supporters of a KINSLAYER.” He spoke to himself as he looked out the window of his home within Kretzen “Reinmar should not participate in this Aaunic and Veletzian feud…” He added ——————————————— Having just returned to his study from a journey with Klaus, the Scholar, Varn Brawn, read the missive that was laid on his desk. A smile coming upon his visage as he read the young sovereign’s missive. “Da yung ladeh iz more thoughtful dan mozt kubbiez izi age or even oldah Rexez. A lettah muzt be written tu spread diz zentiment tu all Canondom.” He spoke to himself as he brought out a fresh piece of parchment and dabs his quill into an inkwell before he started writing.

The Viscountess’ uncle, Joseph von Berkhoven, read the missive while thinking. He read out the fields of education to himself thinking “Ich wonder if they are willing to allow extracurricular courses.. would be useful to teach the young the basics of Alchemy, at least the uses of herbs along with the Signs und Symbols..” He comments as he brought out a fresh piece of parchment to draft a letter to the Viscountess of Banderas.