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“This Pontiff guy is getting boring now,” spoke King Sugarfoot II, yawning against his straw bedroll.

King Sugarfoot II clambered up the ladder from behind the Church, and hopped in through the window. With his shortsword, and pure fury and rage in his eyes, the man began to slaughter a number of soldiers in his path - humans, elves, and dwarves alike. At the end of the fight, he seated himself upon eight corpses, using his teal bandana to clean the bloodied weapon. "Wooph,"

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King Sugarfoot II went behind Sir Hendrik, the Lord Marshal who lost against the baker. The halfling would produce a knife, and would stab the man numerous times in the back, eventually watching the body of Sir Hendrik flop to his front. "This is for losing," Snap. He awakens from his dream, realising that he had not killed Sir Hendrik, and was actually tucked away in his small haybale bedroll. "Ah - what a dream."

In most faithful depiction, the seated angel Raguel burning in righteous flames. Bells tolled across each canonist kingdom and city on the sixth hour of the day. They rang, knell, and clanged from every spire, to every temple. From the peak of watch-towers, to the undergroves of ancient tombs. Golden light basked through glass windows, opening breaks and cracks of divinity across each altar and their cloth. Candles swept by roaring, burgeon flames rippled and began to grow in size and ferocity. On the seventh hour of the day, men and women of the canonist faith - be they Owynist, Lucienist, Saulist, Judist, Sigismundi, or simply of any ecclesiastical background - found themselves drawn to premonitions and visions from above. (These visions are based on consent. Do not feel forced or inclined to have them. They are not restricted to anybody, canonist or not). These visions were in due course of a grey-robed man; his face is covered by a large hood adorning it - the hood was fitted by a white laurel that deigned him justice. He remains seated upon a chair; the room seems to resemble an ancient palace in Santegia. Flames burn and rip across his body, painfully clicking and popping, like sizzling flesh. In the vision, the angel makes to stand, revealing great, white, and feathered-wings from across his spine. His right hand is displayed, whereby two fingers are crossed over each other, denoting his righteous fury and justice. “Justice emanated from GOD, mastery over all life, death, and creation.” From his left-hand, the angel Raguel presented an object; a holy relic - it was a golden chalice, or grail, embedded by numerous gems. A halo of sunfire permeates from the Holy Grail of Saint Lucien. Promptly, the vision would fade. The angel would descend soon, to pass on this most holy relic. References: The Holy Grail of St Lucien - MART

In the Seven Skies, there was no Stanislaw to be seen. No son, in death, to be cherished or remembered. There was no warm smile at the end of the empty white clouds, nor joyful yells from the since-fallen son. At the gates of hellfire, the angel Raguel clenched his spear of light. Fury, enraged, as he prod and thrust his sparkling prongs into the stomach of great evil foes. Wings, large, white and feathered, extended from his spine and curled out - flapping elegantly. In his left hand, something illuminated and grew in radiance - a grail, made of gold, besmirched by a halo of sunfire. The angel fought, endlessly, whilst in silent mourning for the woman named Veronica.

King Sugarfoot II remain frustrated as the hours went by, observing the Queen across the table. "How annoying,"

CAPTURE OF THE QUEEN The Majesty of the People TO THE COALITION Hail to you, foul men and women. Yet again, we have prevailed in combat. Look at us - we come into your homelands, marr your soil in blood, and then capture your dutiful queen. We do so without any error in judgement, nor evil in our mind. We have done this because your people seek to genocide our culture, our people; you seek to slaughter our innocent children and women, whilst deigning us as sinners. Let it be known, we have captured the Queen of the People - Amaya of Haense will remain with us. As much as she cares for the people, does the people care for her? Come and rescue her from the Veletzian homelands, lest we have to execute the queen, with no people to save her. We only offer you a few hours. Yours truly, King Sugarfoot II, the King of the First Halflings, Sir Hendrik van Aert, Lord Regent, Marshal of the Legion.

King Sugarfoot II takes up an old crown and adorns it on his scalp. He readies his shortsword, pointing it forth towards the landscape. "Aaaaaah!" He yelled with his comrades.

THE FERRYMEN A coin for your troubles TO THE COALITION Hail to you, foul men and women. Cesar II has been captured by our valiant forces once again. Yes, again - it’s becoming a tiresome ordeal, to be honest. He is being held in the lands of the brave Krugmarian with other men and women captured; their councillors, some of the mutt of Hyspia. However, I provide to you an opportunity that does not come around very often. Now that you know where this ‘king’ is being captured, come and rescue him. If you do not rescue him, we shall be entertained by watching Cesar II be forced to fight to the death in an arena against his own men and women. We will provide you with a few spare moments to gather your forces and meet us on the battlefield, or we shall deliver heads on pikes. Yours truly, King Sugarfoot II, the King of the First Halflings, [!] A depiction of a map and the captives in an arena is pinned at the bottom of the missive. (X: 690 - Z: 1920)

It’s not mindblowingly stupid, it’s very likely to happen. People on this server abuse lore. I believe that if you’re going to add a mechanic which sustains them, such as warmth, it should have actual detriments which isn’t “hur dur they wanna touch fire and go a bit loopy and mental”. If I got turned into a frost creature and had full warmth, I think I’d still go insane regardless of losing “the warmth thing mechanic”. Other than that, good luck.

REQUIESCAT IN PACE 1919 - 1958 His corpse rests upon a bed of flowers, nestled by grass and dragonstalk tulips. Stanislaw’s fingers are crossed, to symbolise his righteous fury, whilst adorned with numerous golden crosses. For the next hundred to thousand of years, the corpse of Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald would not rot - it remained in perfect condition, youthful, without bad odour, and without any signs of decay or blood-loss. It did not look pale, and some may even mistaken it for a sleeping man - yet, he was dead. A miracle in its own right. Wherever the corpse rested, sunlight always basked it in heavenly light - even in areas without glass, open windows, or under the night’s shade. The undead may seem perturbed and feared by the sight of this god-fearing corpse. A courier from the Church of the Canon delivers a notice to all foreign denizens regarding the passing of Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald, known as Stanislaw Julian Weiss at birth. This was written by Stanislaw before his death. To my friends, family, and fellow canonists, I return now to the Seven Skies, so that I may rest with my fellow brothers and sisters, to dine with the Archangel Razael in Akerlaniya. So that I may find my place amongst His angels. There comes times of tribulation, where strength is tested by mortal men, and in turn, we must persevere and fight. Unity is necessary amongst the flock of GOD; from His shepherds, to His creation. Life is a gift from our pertinent, all-powerful Lord and we must live to our fullest. I have sought to smite the unrighteous and those who neglect our Lord GOD, and I have been unable to complete this holy task. Even in death, I will burn with the flames of righteous fury. I will become that which stands for justice This is the end for Stanislaw, so love and live to the fullest. However, this is not the final chapter of my story. From your dearly departed, Stanislaw Julian Weiss. At the hour of death, bells tolled across all canonist lands - they were not rung by the hands of men; the sound resonated from the tallest of canopies, to the deepest of caves. All men and women could hear this chiming, this dangling of bells. Those surrounding the body of Stanislaw would notice ethereal, bright wisps of white to escape and flutter around. From the rooftop, a humanoid silhouette adorned in grey robes flew into the air, bearing angelic, white-feathered wings. It would be noticed by all in the Kingdom of Haense for those few seconds, encapsulating their digits, and forcing them to watch. The Angel Raguel returned to the Seven Skies. (These letters are private and not public on this forum. Do not metagame this). WALTER WEISS AUDO & VERONICA TO MY OTHER FAMILY TO THE CHURCH TO THE KING AND QUEEN OF HAENSE (These dreams work on OOC consent. Please do not feel obliged or forced to have them. Mainly for the purposes of generating and fostering roleplay). In the coming days, those across the lands would have odd dreams, lasting for seven days. DAY 1 - A man adorning grey-robes stands in front of your peripheral. His right hand is consumed in flames, whilst the other hand adorns a dirk knife. There is an injury across his right-palm; it seeps gold, pit-pattering onto the earth below. “Smite the wicked,” said a voice. Great wings, white and feathered, stretched out from his spine. “Guide the ignorant,” DAY 2 - There is a vast stretch of tall grass winding across numerous gardens. At the centre of this land, there stands a large, wooden tree with beautiful red and golden leaves. However, the fruits dangling from the tree are rotten. “Allay your fears, the fruit is GOD’s best,” spoke that same voice. DAY 5 - An old priest wanders forth; each part of his uniform is ordained by glistening crosses. The priest halts before you, and offers you a small wooden twig with green clovers. “This will guide you to your friends,” As the priest continues down the path, you notice the corpses of many soldiers littering a large burnt greenland nearest you. DAY 3 - Your vision opens to find yourself in a bloody battlefield. As you look down towards your hand, they seem weird - they lack flesh; entrails of meat and cartilage clinging by undead bones. In front of you, a soldier adorning the Rhodesian Cross plunges his longsword into your ribcage. “This heart has already been claimed by Iblees,” exclaimed that same voice. DAY 6 - You are surrounded by hellish flames; it begins to burn your flesh, popping, crisp, and croaking. Flakes waft into the air; the crackling is joined by a foul odour. “I am righteous fury,” Something stands guard in the far distance; a large gateway with bright skies and clouds. It is a grey-robed figure with great, white feathers. DAY 4 - Water, translucent and clear, streams down into a marble piscina. As you peer in to look at the reflection, you meet the face of a man - he adorns a grey robe, the hood ushered over his black hair and beard. The water begins to bubble and transform red and murky. DAY 7 - On the seventh day, you awaken to numerous visions. You see grassy plains and hellish mountains, clear streams and bloody rivers. The vision ends with a winged angel impaling his flaming claymore into the neck of an inferi. “I am Raguel. This is justice.” The Angel Raguel rises.

Swiftly, a letter is penned back in response. "To the Grand Magister, Please do not fear. I do not intend to come into your lands with any intent to start or cause strife. We have not prejudged your people, and simply wish to ensure that the claims of Ibleesian and blasphemous cult-worship is not occurring in Canonist lands. There is no threat of death, unless if you plan on standing in the way of our righteous investigation. However, from your clear intentions, that is not the case - we too have fought against and purged the Anathema, the undead, the inferi, and great draconic foes in the past. We will be bringing our own escorts; do not be alarmed - they are all holy-men of the Order of St Jude, who will not be deigning to break any secular laws. I will also be inviting some of my priests to venture through the lands. If they attempt to disrespect the populace, I will be ensure to sort them straight during our visit. Sadly, I cannot trust the escorts of your land; this does not come from a place of hatred, and I will be readily happy to accept any of your men or women to guide me through your lands, but there are claims most wicked even in the soldiery of Petra, so I must remain perturbed. If you feel the presence of our holy-men causes panic or fear, you may bring your own force of people as to negate this threat - but as I promise, there will be no violence. Hopefully, this investigation ends in good faith." GOD bless you, Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald Auditor of the Church Justice of GOD.

"Hear me, darkspawn." The Cardinal Stanislaw declared, with a lofted finger.

"This ***** thinks I care about Breakwater," spat the good Cardinal Stanislaw, perturbed by some weird sensation. He decides to hit a pose.

“I AM THE JUDGE AND EXECUTOR.” GENERAL PRAYER “Almighty and everlasting God, whose very name and object is perfect Charity, grant, I beg Thee, that I might do the things that Thou commandest, and consecrating all things to Thee, might make Thee the object of all my desires by aiding those around me. For in my fellow man I see Thy love, Thy perfecting hand, and the potential for good, and so, seeking Thee, I venture to help him today.” ☩ Heed all those of the Canonist Faith, under the mercy of our Lord GOD, most generous, benevolent, and powerful. Our Holy Mother Church has started an investigation of the lands of Petra, most specifically their vassal-state, Hokhmat - a city besmirched with Ibleesian cults and the void. As executor of Canon Law, it is within my jurisdiction to investigate matters of folly, breaches to our most virtuous Holy Mother Church, and those issues that lay tainted by the hands of Iblees. It has come to our notice that the Kingdom of Petra currently hosts a vassal state of mages in their place, willingly, who breach Canon Law, preach Ibleesian rites, and praise the void. To Queen Catherine Arabella of Petra and her court, please allow for this investigation to occur without any halt. Please know that I will strike down anyone who goes against our Holy Mother Church, be it peasant or royal, including those who attempt to dissuade us from completing this holy task. I would hope to see her majesty, known to be a most pious monarch, does not disrupt any ongoing investigation and submits herself to supporting us in this task. We will ensure to be fair and to abide by secular laws whilst in your motherland, but if our task is obstructed, I will show force. ☩ A final commemoration to my holy friend, Father Tonito, who rests now in the Seven Skies - I will ensure the completion of the magic bill, and vindicate the Anathema who forsake your investigation. Rest well, friend. There will be a visit from us within the coming days. Do not fear questioning, it is our duty as GOD-fearing mortals to submit to His word. De oppresso liber. Freedom from Oppression. ☩ DURA LEX SED LEX ☩ THE LAW IS HARSH, BUT IT IS THE LAW

Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald rushes up towards Saskia, holding a quill and notebook. "What do you mean by this?! Are the church stocks going to fall due to this event?!" He attempted to gain an interview, but was thrown out by Veletzian soldiers.

“I AM THE JUDGE AND EXECUTOR.” GENERAL PRAYER “Almighty and everlasting God, whose very name and object is perfect Charity, grant, I beg Thee, that I might do the things that Thou commandest, and consecrating all things to Thee, might make Thee the object of all my desires by aiding those around me. For in my fellow man I see Thy love, Thy perfecting hand, and the potential for good, and so, seeking Thee, I venture to help him today.” ☩ Heed all those of the Canonist Faith, under the mercy of our Lord GOD, most generous, benevolent, and powerful. Our Holy Mother Church has, in conversation, made agreement that we condemn the actions of Sir Gaspard, Gustaf Otto, Hendrik, Valentin van Aert, Sir Godric, Sir Ethan, Saskia van Aert, Johanes van Aert, Húrin Nullivari-Ibarellan, Yvine Pavlichenko, and find it to be a slight against our virtuous Church; they have lived a blasphemous lifestyle. For that very reason and cause, we hereby declare that the aforementioned is considered EXCOMMUNICATED and ANATHEMA in the eyes of GOD, most generous, benevolent, and powerful. To my good friend, Sir Gaspard and his men, this decision does not come without a heavy heart, and it pains me so that your actions, of your own cause and control, have led to this damnation against our holy faith. Let it be clear once more, that this decision has not come easily. However, there are crimes and boundaries that should not have been overstepped; as Auditor, this disgusts me. The Veletzian Leadership has proven to be nothing short of men and women who fell to a sin of lust, disregarding the rationale of their actions, to cause a great deal of harm to that of Man, who we should knowingly, and lovingly, protect, cherish, and unite with. War is ever prevalent before the eyes of GOD; it is not war that causes this. It is the blatant and heretical disregard of faith throughout, and the bloodshed wrought against innocent men, women and children who care not for secular warfare. To this, hear the sins listed: a prompt and effective investigation by Father Ferrus has found the aforementioned colluding with darkspawn, most evil worshippers of Iblees, with the lands of Veletz sprawling with necrotic and draconic influences. Furthermore, the aforementioned have shown wanton disregard for Canon Law, and believe themselves over the throne of our lord GOD most generous, benevolent and powerful. Actively, for every day, they partake and invite the Anathema to their land, aforementioned Ferrymen, who are considered their armsmen and make up a portion of their military forces. During a peace conference held by the deceased King Emund - may he rest in the Seven Skies - the canonist rally, filled with righteous and virtuous men, found that an evil amalgamation of forces had slaughtered the pious monarch, and in turn, moved to attack ordained priests and holy-men apart of the rally. This force held blasphemous orcs and elves that worship pagan deities and spirits, and the Anathema Ferrymen. Although victory was ours, it was disappointing to see that the aforementioned willingly partook with the Ibleesian, and supported in the wanton murder of a holy king. As commanders to their forces, we cannot hold those who were blindly led to be faulted - they should have understood that they would face accountability for this collusion of dark forces. It is written in Canon Law, to harbour those excommunicated, is a great violation to this holy rule. Blatantly, did the Veleztian Leadership deny the existence of Canon Law in Veletz, and denied authority to our lord GOD through his shepherds, our Holy Mother Church. This was all stated, in a proud voice, to His Holiness Sixtus VI. Furthermore, they attest and claim that all buildings and relics of the church, laying in the lands of Veletz, are theirs and not of GOD, and in conjunction, the Church. Lastly, the Veletzian Leadership has made attempts - that succeeded - in forcing Petra to depart from the Canonist League; a unification between canonist men and women, so that we may protect our own kind, and share in the love and warmth sufficed by the lord GOD, most generous, benevolent, and powerful. All peaceful attempts to resolve this matter by the vicar of GOD have only led to the aforementioned unwilling to concede to any point of peace, as if they fester in conflict. Yet, the lord GOD, most generous, benevolent, and powerful is merciful to His shepherds, and His followers, that He desires to show forgiveness in sin. To this, we offer the sinners a chance to be absolved of sin, by undertaking penance. Let it be first that you concede all matters of the temple and relics in Veletz to our Mother Church, and in full, to our lord GOD. Cleanse the Anathema from your lands, including those Ibleesian that marr your soil with their venom. And lastly, those wishing to seek forgiveness, must wander on burning charcoal across an arduous pilgrimage, lashed seven times, so that they may be freed of their perilous sin. Let it be known then, friends no more. You are hereby excommunicated and considered Anathema. I do not care for those petty quips that come my way, let my body charter our lord GOD, from the marrow of my bones, to the blood on my fist. If you disagree with this, fight me. De oppresso liber. Freedom from Oppression. ☩ DURA LEX SED LEX ☩ THE LAW IS HARSH, BUT IT IS THE LAW THE ANATHEMA SIR GASPARD

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SLEEP. The descendants in those lands may find themselves coming across an abnormal dream. Prophets, seers, veil-watchersand all those who could envision it. However, it was not simply restricted to them - some dreamt of it in the northern lands of Haense, and others in the Kingdom of Aaun. Both nations who once succumbed to a tsunami, and the other, a great and tormenting blizzard. You awaken in a forest, running - it is red, crimson, blood spurting from trunks. Light is in the distance; it is orange, and the sound of crackling embers resonates far away. However, the sound of your breath overcomes the rest. As you run, flames spew and ripple across the trees, besmirching the canopies and burning them. Eventually, you halt before a large row of burning houses in an abandoned village. It does not seem to be similar to anything you have seen before; it is no descendant construction. Your eyes pan into a soulless realm made of flesh, meaty walls, intestines sprawled across each corner, eyes splayed in a messy display. As your vision focuses onwards, it halts before three great ebon-black pillars. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink. Eyes. [Please watch the video if you do not want to read what the vision is]. [This vision is for all MAs and CAs that have the ability to guage prophecies. Furthermore, it is open to all who actively partake in the nations of Haense and Aaun, and can come as an odd nightmare. Haense and Aaun specifically, as they have been two of the main targets]. [DM Werew0lf for clarification].