Vilebranch

Father FEAR-GAWD looks at a wall with the bug-eyed stare of a blind man, while screaming; "HOLY HOLY HOLY IZ DA LORD OB HOZTZ!!!!!"

The Gear turns before the Cross, as Blood litters the broken Earth. SORROW. Sorrow fills my heart agh soul as I write to you, my beloved. For no deeper a wound has been etched upon the earth than the murder ob our beloved Bernard II. His words in those final moments fill my head agh leave me begging for the LORD’s compassion. But it does not come. We ob the True Faith have been delivered the starkest ob betrayals, ob which I cannot say there is one man upon this earth who can forgive. My brothers ob the clergy write ob order agh unity, but yet the High Priest’s blood stains my hands agh my cassock. The sin ob KIN-SLAYING is unforgivable in the eyes ob GOD, thus as it was in the time ob HOREN’s murder. The Emperor ob Mankind has slain his Holy Father, and commanded he be replaced by some unworthy scraper. Am I to remind the faithful, that it was the Church which removed the Alstion bloodline from their royal claims under the sin ob KIN-SLAYING? Ob course, our Holy Church is not near as powerful as it was in those days. It has become weak agh effeminate. And those placed into power by its stewardship have turned their daggers upon it. But GOD remains unchanged from those days, agh from the first days. He has no compassion for the self-idolater nor the KIN-SLAYER. It would be VIRTUOUS agh JUST to see that foul despot hanged from a tall elm, his face a royal purple as he kicks his legs beneath him as if dancing a Waltz ob death. But yet, I fear few among those who speak GOD’s name would share such a similar sentiment. The Empire, whose seed was planted by the blessed Leviticus I, has come to be infested with howling pups and treacherous crows. It is as if I am witnessing a nation ob spirit-possessed madmen, the souls ob their cruel forefathers come to roost in fresh bodies. Father FEAR-GAWD clutches the lifeless corpse of Pontiff Bernard II. When the High Pontiff died, it seemed as though a piece ob me died as well. No matter what I do, it seems as though I cannot cleanse his blood from my skin. Nor can I absolve the guilt ob failing my promise to him; to be martyred far before I allowed a blade to pierce his skin. Now I breathe, and he does not. So to atone, I shall share his final words to the faithful, that none may ignore the curse placed upon that House ob Burgundy: “May the LORD GOD save us all! Though I’ve no pity for you. With my dying blood, I curse ye all. And your lineage. Accursed it shall be until the end of days; and you shall know naught but ash and soot in your mouth when the end comes. Misery upon your lineage and your house. They whom have breached the covenant they swore to uphold. May the ingratitude you have shown to those whom lifted you up be delivered back to you a hundredfold! With my life’s blood, I curse you, ANATHEMA. And your line. It shall not stand the test of time. For Oran always fails, sooner or later. When the MANDATE of HEAVEN is lost!” It is said that in a pious man’s final moments, he is offered a glimpse ob the sublime. Were I to see the Seven Skies agh then look down to see Hadrian’s pock-marked face, no words could truly express my dissatisfaction and indignation. The blood ob Burgundy carries no greater a sin than Bernard’s BLOOD-CURSE, which shall burden them even as they drift in the torturous Void. It would be merciful that they tear out their own bloody throats, such as not to bring misfortune agh woe upon their subjects. To those who shall surely say that I dishonor my position with my harsh words, I say grow a spine. Be something other than a shriveling worm, trampled down by the Deceiver’s foot. To the truly faithful, I offer you this; your day is not yet over. Evil may have triumphed, but that does not change the nature ob Virtue. Nor ob Truth. These things which our LORD GOD has filled within us, these things are the true LIGHT ob the World. Pray, fast, and offer veneration. Hold to the Truth, even when Kings do not. Agh keep the Brotherhood, that when the day comes when the tyrant is driven out from the palace, there will be those who will know to administer penance. My beloved, you shall find me by the footpaths and the brushes. For our home is lost. Woe unto the Empire ob Mankind. We have but the loving embrace ob our LORD to keep us company, now… The Pontiff is dead, may there not be another 'till such day that vengeance is delivered. In the words ob venerable Bernard II, 'Do as your conscience would bid.' GOD bless and keep you all. SEDE VACANTE INDEFINITUM. Father FEAR-GAWD, KHLAAR-KOR

Father FEAR-GAWD awoke in a cold sweat in the far south, yelling and screaming in trembling disposition. He raised his wretched hands upwards and cried out, "O GAWD HOW HAVE I FORSAKEN THEE? WOULD'ST THAT I BE BEATEN INTO A POOL OB BLOOD THAN SEE MY PONTIFF DEAD. THE BLOOD OB MY TRIBE WILL TRICKLE THERE. IN THE HOUSE OB FALSE VIRTUE. LOK-GAWD!" Then he picked up his cane, and the blind goblin set out upon the earth once more.

A YELLER OB DEATH "Lok Adar, durub ob frûmhûr agh durub gotok bügd; Äkaav ob glatëknaakar, Äkaav breked nikkû! Lok Adar! Lok Adar! Hoshbolomshûmerighukh, Hoshbolomshûmerighukh, Hoshbolomshûmerighukh; Adar ob bügd bandokhûr! Gakh özgert utak azh!" - Raguk Canticle to the Lord ob Spirits I write this missive to address foremost, the sons ob Glogol and the sons ob Garr, to whom I share in their blood and their blessings. To plead for their return to the lands claimed by the Horde-Rex, and that they might immediately submit themselves to the partaking ob the ordained WAGH to come. With this WAGH, aswell as the prophetic insights now GOD-given, I shall claim the title ob sole YELLER to lead our scattered people. No longer shall the GEAR-SUN be left without its steward, nor shall those ob the red be permitted to stand so afar. Know now that I do not claim this lightly, for I do so only by the command ob the MOST HIGH, LORD OB THE SPIRITS. You, my beloved Raguk, shall inherit all that the GEAR-SUN attains in its turning. For the law was decreed to be carried on your tongues, and in your hands, and where your feet have lifted you. You shall live according to this law and be blessed in all you endeavor, for your diligence and efforts are not for yourselves, but for the glory ob GOD. I call for you to be regenerate; to answer my call and be made anew as pillars ob blood, steel, and flame. Secondarily, I write to address the faithful far abroad and the sons ob KRUG who now sharpen their blades. I shall teach that which has been forgotten as to the nature ob our conflict. For our conflict is not one ob mere iron and steel, nor ob blood and flame. We are a people divided only by nature ob our accursed vessels; divided by the will ob the Deciever. Therefore, my beloved, I speak ob a WAGH ob SPIRIT. Our WAGH is fought foremost against the passions and sin, against iniquitous foe and eternal enemy. Therefore the nature ob our divides is the result ob our fallen order, that we might see our own sins upon each other and learn to hate. I must, ob course, call for peace. But I fear such opportunities have now been passed. My people, my brothers in KRUG, you have done much displeasing to GOD. Much that is cowardly, or treacherous, or prideful, or full ob wrath. Such is the state ob this fallen Krugmar, to invite the anger ob GOD time and time again. Such that it was in the days ob Aegis, and the days ob Axios, and the days ob Atlas, and the days ob Arcas, and the days ob Almaris; such that it is now in our days. You have remained a GODLESS people, despite my constant warnings, though there are now surely some who fear the MOST HIGH. That which you shall receive is that which you have been found deserving, for in the embrace ob our GOD there is not a single blade which may pierce our hides, but without His mercy you shall be as motes ob dust in a raging storm. Despite my rebuke, I say these words to the Empire and to those soldiers who enforce its will by the sword, I will bow only to the MOST HIGH. I will stand amongst my kin as they resist, for who am I to reject them in this seeming final hour? Who else but he who stands aside them can dare to ask them to follow into paradise? I would like to think that your Empire is an Empire which seeks the redemption ob all under GOD, but I cannot endeavor to assist it until the horns ob peace have been sounded. That which scandalizes the future conversion ob all cannot be said to be pleasing ob GOD. For this reason, while this WAGH is waged, I must set aside my vestments for the time being, such that they may not be stained with the blood ob the faithful. Surely, I tell you, my beloved. That after much prayer and discernment, and after I have lead you into GOD’s protection, I shall unveil the nature ob my meeting with the LORD. And I shall tell you ob your purpose as sons ob red, the prophetic ruling tribe ob KRUG’s right hand. For the GEAR-SON turns toward our ascent, to make for ourselves great temples ob worship and great factories ob drudgery. Fret not, for this WAGH shall not claim us to ruin. But shall lift us to the seat ob the Ziggurat, to acclaim virtue and to destroy wickedness. Henceforth, I Father FEAR-GAWD’RAGUK, proclaim myself as KHLAAR-KOR; Kashgurkh ob Matum, the Yeller ob Death. Priest and Prophet. Hear my voice and be humbled. For mine is the voice that has proclaimed the truth and the way and the law. The voice that has cast away demons and condemned the GODLESS to be slain; by the will ob the LORD OB SPIRITS.

The joyful Raguk priest, FATHA FEAR-GAWD, danced in joy beside the Tikibar in far-away Galunga as he shouted, "HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! MAZAL TOFF!"

'just worship spirits lmao we'll bring u to valhalla' I HATE SPIRIT LOREEEE

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Abraham the Blue

CLERIC REGISTRATION FORM: Full Name: FEAR-GAWD'RAGUK Birth: 1858 Homeland: Krugistan Title: Priest Ordainer, and Ordainment Date (Imperial Time): James Cardinal Rhosmark; 2018 Sect: Ragukian Owynist Biography: Minister to the Kruggim diaspora and missionary to the lands of the orc. Fear-Gawd was born by blood into the tribe of Raguk, endeavoring to live his life as the truest expression of ancient tradition, seeing within it the guiding light of GOD ALMIGHTY through whom will the Kruggim be redeemed. Symbol: A white cog and cross.

I like Arcadia as a name. Or you can go with Alaska.

I like that its structured like a roblox map. I think our maps could be improved with the addition of giant sheer walls dividing the biomes.

the clock strikes midnight.