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Stor receives the letter in the Orange Grove, his accumulated vacation time almost at an end. The lector signed the Lorraine, and sadly sighed. “The Skies hopefully await you. I am unsure the cost of your actions upon your immortal soul, or even if you will stay dead given the manner of our kinsfolk. I will pray for you, I love you grandfather.” Stor called over a P.C.-I, and placed his hollowed coconut under the spout. Chilled Paco Colada spilt into the container, complete with a tiny umbrella. The priest solemnly slurped his Paco Colada.

“Latz gruk lat wuz a hozh orc when ztwotz celebrate latz flattin bruddah” called Urlog from the great feast hall in the skies to the departed bandit lord of Thales

How da zkah people nub gruk dat da goi am landlocked. It am a zkahin lake, it nub connect to da zkahin ocean.

I smell helf seethe incoming

Stor gives a thumbs up as Medium sized Spider automatons make copies of the report for mass distribution

Full Name of Man - Guillaume Louis Date of Birth of Man - X Name of Woman - Heloise Therese Date of Birth of Woman - X Location of Ceremony - Temple of the Eternal Flame, Philipdelphia (Vienne) Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1870 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Stor

Full Name of Man - Frederick Charles Novellen Date of Birth of Man - X Name of Woman - Vivienne Anastasie Ashford de Savoie Date of Birth of Woman - X Location of Ceremony - Providence Basilica, Providence Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1868 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Father Stor

“Erm, Rev actually there is ERROR in this document! My father did not die, well he may be dead now, but I digress, he fled Almaris with his secret lover, Arch-chancellor Josephine and former Emperor Philip II in a hot air balloon, heading towards the Orange Groves. Whether he made it to the land of hyspian women and coca is anyones guess.” Stor then sends out small machines to add this addendum to every single copy of the document that could be found in public or easily accessible private library in Almaris.

“ZO DAYZ WHY DEY AM ALL PEEP LIKE TWIGS” Exclaimed Kulthark, notable medical doctor of clay men and Stargush entry techniques.

Monstrous Muyakelgs feeding on power and attempting to become local gods is such a fascinating and fresh dynamic. These beings are both powerful and weak at the same time, and their free will makes them unpredictable vessels for rp rather than just tools and extensions of their creators. I see the gears turning in the minds of the green tags, how is this construct lore different from all other construct lores… do we need more constructs? Don’t we have golems, atronach, sorvians, Animii, necrotics, and homunculi? While I harbor a fundamental difference in belief about whether the question “does this fulfill a completely unique end” ought to be asked if the means of creation are unique in of themselves, I will justify their existence in those terms. This lore is more than a shamanic way of creating constructs (which is important in its own right) because these constructs fulfill a unique role within the lotc community; neutral and free-willed monstrous/magic constructs. Golems and Necrotics are both what I would classify as “monstrous constructs”, beings which are inhuman in form and power. The caveat with these two constructs is that they are essentially slaves to their masters and have no free will, and while golems are usually good and necrotics usually evil, both are ultimately tools for their creator. Without free will, the possibilities available with both constructs either for event use or rp creation are inherently limited by the will of the creator. Atronachs, being what can be considered a magic construct, is in a similar boat, inherently bound to the will of a creator and thus of limited rp capacity. That is to say, Atronachs, Golems, and Necrotic abominations cannot become standalone major forces for driving rp, as they will always be bound by another, not that these groups are unable to create any rp at all. Animii and Homunculi are rp beings with free will. Animii can be monstrous or human formed, but are more often human in shape and size, limited in form by the lore itself. Animii and Homunculi are distinctly able to drive rp in a way beyond other constructs.The fact that BobRoss plays a machine which creates more machines and leads a clan is proof of this. Animii are not magical as they by default have no souls, no genus, no voidal connection, and this leaves other magical niches besides alchemy distinctly lacking. Furthermore, general lore restrictions on Animii discourage monstrous forms in size and shape, similarly Homunculi are generally human in form. Lastly that brings me to sorvians. Sorvians are of human shape and size, and although they have free will I believe they are far removed from the realm of the muyakelg. I see Muyakelgs as being wonderful event creatures as well as characters which will drive local rp and events.

To His Holiness High Pontiff Everard VI, Many years ago I wrote to you asking for a copy of the Crusader’s Handbook. What is the status on a retrieval of a copy? I have a pirates version, but would prefer an original. Furthermore, have you had a chance to deliver The Handbook of Sin to Father Clemens yet, or has it been withheld? With Brotherly Love, Father Stor

“Long has it been accepted that Harren, Joren, and Godwin we’re all of the same fleshtone, but it is logical to assume that the children of Joren compose both Heartlanders and Highlanders, while the children of Godwin are Farfolk. It may be asked how one brother can be darker than the others, but if we look at a supposed composite of Horen, it becomes clear that Horen himself was the protoman. Horen exhibits a variety of traits which are present in all peoples. Horen has darkly skintone, yet the blue eyes common of Highlanders. It must then be understood that the anomaly was NOT Godwin, but Joren, who retained the blue eyes but whose flesh may have been a slightly lighter tone which persisted in his children. Attached below is a drawing of Horen” writes Father Stor in response to his fellow Cleric. Below is an attached oil painting of Horen.

Father Stor sits in the boppin scrib (formerly Cracker Barrel) as his homeland burns, knowing that deep down it was all because the late Emperor Philip II failed to listen to him when he asked for lower property taxes and the relocation of the tavern.

Stor wonders why nobody has been able to create a cure. He reasons it must be because there is some form of Green Devil trickery which prevents others from comprehending what will most likely be a relatively simple recipe. Stor then submits a bid on behalf of the Vuiller family, for 1 million minas (payable in BRAE$)

Father Stor, a Lector born and raised in Providence, also remembers when he too was racially profiled for his imperial heritage. Luckily, a simple proclamation of “Go Flames” disarmed the ravenous crowd of anti-wig peasants, who realized that wigotry is inherent not to his race, but to his attitude.

Father Stor Vuiller opens his battle bookcase and slots in the Crusader’s Handbook, preparing for a Holy War.

Good Riddance. Time for a new person to complain about.

Stor blinks at the missive before shaking his head “And I suppose this woman probably thinks the destruction of Johannesburg was a miracle as well… such assumptions about random large explosions makes the church look backwards and ignorant” he comments to his fellow lectors “GOD does not wage wanton carnage to further a political agenda.”

Father Stor finishes reading, nodding to himself "Now this I shall put in the Nu Loc Library!"

Stor is stunned that people truly think forcing an emperor and a prince to act like the common people for a day is the Pontiff taking revenge on the men who attempted to usurp him. Stor thinks to himself, if this were a rebellion in Oren or Savoy, the emperor and prince would have executed the traitors.

Father Stor sighs.

Father Stor, Novitiate, screams the following as he rides through the streets of Oren. “Vargengotz has risen! He assumes his crowns! Owyn was a Farfolk! The Dwarven Taxmen cometh!”