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"AMIN" cries a kohen of the Limontine confessino.

KRUGISTAN BY SKALVOR’S HAND 2A 233 ABDICATION Skalvor has returned from pilgrimage and deemed himself too weak in Mind and in Body to rule Krugistan. Skalvor has returned and been disillusioned with the state, and de facto disintegration of Krugistan. Skalvor therefore relinquishes his title of Rex of Krugistan, to be claimed by any worthy enough to take it. Skalvor will return to the Northmont, and reclaim the mantle of Waghtinka of the Thaug’Maugrim, to lead his people in times of trouble. LIVE AND DIE BY THE WAY, SKALVOR WAGHTINKA OF THE THAUG’MAUGRIM

TEMPLE REGISTRATION FORM: Year of Consecration: 2005 Full Name: Blessed Temple of Saint Lucien Precise Location: Gottenthal, Ivoria Administrant: Fr. Harreniel Heraldry:

CLERIC REGISTRATION FORM: Full Name: Lucien Aldricson or Lukas von Berkhoven or Ildriunn of Aldric's Mill or Slawomir Lis or Harreniel Birth: 1XXX Homeland: Idunia Title: Parish Priest of Ivoria, Holy Ser, Ordainer, and Ordainment Date (Imperial Time): Harrentzadek, 19XX Sect: True Faith, Chadashite Biography: Educated and inscribed in service to the Holy Mother Church as an orderman of Canonius and Tiberus van Aert's Order of the Eternal Crusade of the Midlands. Inactivity of the OECM and exile from Numendil for inflammatory remarks of racial, religious, and anti-institutional nature toward many fellow citizens prompted independent armed monastic work recognised by holy knighthood under pontifex Caius Primus, and eventual ordination by HP Harrentzadek. Symbol: Accumulated Works: (INCOMPLETE LIST. MOST SIGNIFICANT WORKS PER OPINION OF FR. HARRENIEL ATTACHED.)

Wandering amongst the woods and meadows of the near north, SKÂLVOR looked upon the departure of yet another comrade. In the songs of the stars the Hobgoblin had toiled under and prodded at, instrumental in all songs of victory, the lodestone of Hyspian delapidation, to give SKÂLVOR the glory of conquest emeritus, he sang and sang Zilzibin’s taunting tongues to the Fifth Star, as its steady drum ushered him south once more. ”The zhara cleansed by hand of hobgoblin. None forget the troll, Skâlvor so forbids. HYSPIA DELENDA EST, ac fuit, a deed of doings both you and I.”

An Uruk the magi had never known, and one who had never known the magi, but one who had long known the contempt of Grommash towards the taint of the Void, scratches his chin as his eternally longer return from self-induced exile draws on, and on, and on. “It is not place of void-weaver to prate on Urkdom. No honor in Void. No honor, it seems, in absence of mine.” A letter is scrawled, both to the cub Hordespeaker, and to the voidalist:

A confused priest quips among the gathered war tents of the Burgundian host!: ”Didn’t we already conquer this one? I’m not wholly sure it’s their title to hand out! HOH!” Like any good quipper, he sits back, sips his tea, and takes a puff of his thyme pipe.

A WANDERING REBBE quickly has his faith in humanity restored as the faith of the Raevor he had previously been so quick to label as apostate swine was confirmed. A chapel, and good people of the Lord. Quickly, he began hobbling his way out of the grotto to begin his missionary work.