Callistus

4 hours ago, Ryloth said:

because the voidal magic “community” if there even is one seems so pale and boring that it just doesn’t appeal. This piece appeals, and provides voidal mages a “goal” of sorts

unfortunately the piece can only be as good as the general community behind it allows. the voidal people can’t even rightly use the tools at their disposal, so what makes you think hurling fuel to the fire makes it better?

It’s sad to see the promising concept of immortality, prevalent already as it is in the scape of implemented lore, being swung around like a plaything and pitifully reduced to a corpse without import or signifance by nature to the overarching narrative. I am of the ideal that eternlization must at its worse expose the aspiring mortal to clearly defined and resolute methods of contingency, and five consecutive deaths being requisite to any actual consequence is never the way to go about it. I can’t picture someone actually going through the effort of hunting an already biologically immortal entity, which stands by itself in the subject world as an already prodigious feat, five different times in tedious repetition just to impose death, and that alone is not to mention the fallible technicality of victimized Archon going on hiatus at their last life to outrun being stapled or killed. I am not stuck-up or adverse to ideas that don’t align with my personal beliefs, but I think you guys rushed it through and did not take your times thinking out these flaws.

Good luck.

23 minutes ago, Nozoa said:

The “PVP DEFAULT IS TRASH AND IT IS THE BANE OF THIS SERVER” player

yes but unironically

“The Wrath of the Beast is an undying flame, kindled by blood of the Heathen.”

In a time long predating the incursion of mortal-kind into occult knowledges and forbidden lore, the collective of humanity championed a grasp over primeval instinct and established an equity with the inborn Shadow that made men, men. Throughout this age instinct alone arbitrated the senses of the mortal man, who by design was a being formed through both sentience and primitive beasthood.

But with progression came the age of apostasy, and the contravention of sorcerers who first ventured into the pit of the ancient world in vain pursuit of power, who by so doing incised a mortal stain upon the living concord and the darkness that bound them therein. Thus, Sin was born, conscience was made, and the Beast was riven from its bosom. In their liberation decadent men and spirits staked claims over Godhood, forming in falsity covenants alike those of Xan and the Ascended, whereas perfidious Aenguls extorted veneration and usurped the natural way of Man.

The Beast was revoked.

Without it, Order was lost, and a great line severed progeny from ancestry. All was washed beneath a tide of falsehood, and newfound ethics and morals ruled in place, casting an artificial dark upon primeval instinct.

But the Beast still lives on, only fallow within every true-born mortal.

By Assimilation, the lost will be born again, wont to cleanse the land of its growing rot.

“Thus, man was made unto flesh, and flesh twice-over unto beast.

By the shadows in our blood, The New World shall be mended.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqXPW0oBKgg

“The Ailing Child is born, whose blood defiles the earth.

Are we left no other choice, than to raze it all to ash?”

With the enaction of sacrilege at the sacred grounds of the riverside chapel, an apotheosis of great wrath and darkness roused from the death of sleep, and the scourge of the ailing beast soon took root in the Gods-accursed hamlet of Johnstown.

Once, a maiden with pledged claim to virginity harbored an unwanted thing deep within her womb, and with what condensed into fear at the time came despair, where she turned to the local priests of the village to ask of them a cleansing of her mortal defilement. When the woman made known her predicament to the vicarage, a pact was soon forged and another broken, for the ignorant scholars had conceded to her wish and unwittingly ventured upon the immortal sins of feticide and God-slaughter.

The scholars of the Aemesh caved in to her sinful wish, and so began preaching their foreign form of exorcism to deliver the child stillborn, faced with death. Fate itself did not requite in kind, however, when the caste staked upon this mortal sacrilege, for it was a great beast that had usurped the virgin as it’s mother-surrogate by parasitic incursion, and the rapid growth that ensued was only symbolic of it’s beastly origin. Before they could realize the gravity of what they had truly imposed against all that was human and divine, the Beast-child was bequeathed a life through their sin, and without disparity massacred men and beasts alike in the most hideous of manners, enacting in turn to their sacrilege an inhuman desecration that later came to be coined the Precipitation of Blood.

For what their cantations had evoked was of no mortal provenance, but heinous sin in the scape of a God-child, through whom depravity was woven into corporeal being by rites that date back to the forbidden age where the Larian Wretch had usurped secrets of the blood in order to coax a beast that was always existent within Man.

 Thus it was that the First of Kin, Karzelak, so-called God-child was reborn into the world by a sacrilege of flesh and great-blood, heralding a new age defined by decadence and false Godhood.

The body of an unnamed faceless priest involved in the late sacrilege can be witnessed upturned and hanging as a centre-piece of the altar of Johnstown’s chapel, a retributive omen contrived at the hand of the beast. The priest’s entrails appear to spill, and dark viscera pools below at the bloodstained wood.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyknBTm_YyM

Indexium Lupus, vol ii, on the palliation of the beast, M. Horst writes;

“... those anguishing under beasthood traverse the earth at the break of midnight, intimating beasts in all manner of conduct and prowling by upturned sepulchures until sunrise. On the matter of their identification we have dealt thoroughly and at length, and assure that to the end of recognition one ought to distinguish these fiend by the following marks: they are of distinctly olive-complexion, their visions are feeble, their tongues are dry, their eyes drier, and they are wholly famished of saliva; but they are more than ever starved for bloods like the vampiric broods of Belvitz, and their limbs are afflicted by numerous ulcerations from lengthy falls. Let it be known however that the ailment, as any other plague in this world, is not without remedy, for it is at the very root a mere variant of dissipation in the sin of gluttony, a farther stage of inhuman indulgence cursed unto men should they subject themselves under the reign of primeval instinct and liken themselves in that fashion to lesser, foolishly desirous beasts.

This we exorcise by first opening a vein and dissipating the blood to the degree of fainting, and ministering to the patient an alternative and healthier source of sustenance. After this, let them be basked in wine so that they may rediscover revelry in mortal delights, and then holy water for several days, and by purgatory measure infuse the hiera from colocynth twice or thrice. Once absolved by cleansing let them imbibe the theriac of serpentine venoms, and administer the following: wormwood after purging; epithymus, dodder of thyme, acrid vinegar as a beverage, poley, squills, slender birthwort; phlebotomy and cataplasms.

When the parasitic ailment is already thoroughly formed into the body, rub the nostrils with fisstech prior to sleep.”

A pilgriming man of holy cloth is soon apprised on his path through the earth of the posture so bravely seized by the Church, in whom he had once seen a severed and sedentary people with idle hands and lesser regard for worldly affairs.

With greater respect thus, he ensures a letter is penned that conveys a concurrent stance by the Vicarage in this regard, and makes known also his desire to soon establish covenant with the body in mutual interest of their inclusive faith (be it only for the period of this war).

“Dawn draws as men are called to feast
Fire fades as darkness begets the beast
When flesh and blood become as one with wine,
Damned are They who in sin intertwine.”

Beneath a great shadow risen by cries and tales of hideous daemons assailing the land, the darkness of an infantile thing long deprived of humanity awakens in the cradle of a hamlet. 

“Rise, Karzełek, first of your kin.

Rise, arm of horror, to mirror the fiend suffused in Man.”

Borne by sin and that heinous scourge aflame within the putrid human soul, the beast naturally feasts upon such corruptions and dines on the abominable among mortals in order to suffice an intrinsic hatred. At this early time of growth greater focus is given by the sickly creature towards devouring nearby beasts of wood and at staggering rates disrupting the primitive course of nature and it’s fauna, thereby possibly exhorting the attention of nearby druidic herds. Wood-hunters tasked to root out the heart of this evil and retrieve it’s head had met as expected with great failure, but report that the beast whose origin is not entirely known senses deeply for the demise of its parent, slaughtered at birth at its own hand, and so holds all men responsible for the blood there shed. It is heard to cry in the quiet, uttering words believed to be the last spoken by it’s mother prior to death in blurred lines among pleas and calls for help.

Most assets of the ego thought possessed by a child are here plainly manifest; hatred, jealousy, curiosity, but also vengeful afflictions that bend toward bestial partiality, and those instincts are pointed in the highest degree towards the objects of its vengeance, namely humans and the sickness they harbor so deep. With the sprouting ego of this grieving newborn there is also a growth of morbid desires and wants of a pleasure which can only be sufficed by the mother, but who is now dead, hence there is in recompense aroused within the little child a feeling of deprivation and hatred toward Man.

Perspective of the Vicarage on Mortal Divinity and Greater Lores

”I have seen the ichors of humanity,

where great darkness lurks in vain–

where Godheads groan and whisper,

without presence, thought or name.”

WHEN Vicar Viedrick first established the principles of divine evolution and ascent upon the base subservient plane of mortal-kind, and proclaimed that the root and onset of variant states assorted under the appellations of madness or delusion serve in reality to designate untapped wells and potentials within the fragile human husk, largely condemning to it’s carriers as it is, and concerned chiefly with the primordial instinct, it was not then grasped what far-reaching concussion this abhorred and feared realization would pose on the comprehension of mortalities and divinities to the human collective in general, and the Aemeshite conglomerate in specific.

For this realization has so expanded in its implications that its most basal exertions have now reached beyond a mere select range of physiological afflictions. It has in fact guided a group of scholars toward an until-then unfounded understanding of the perceived limit of mankind; a new perspective was initiated which describes those afflictions in vague but gainful detail, and there is provided not only a base understanding of the afflictions of delusion and the origins of ailment but the prodigious by-product resultant of this defective mind as thoroughly conveyed in the lores of philosophy and Canonist myth alike.
 

Conjecture of the Mortal and Divine, Anatomy Occultus

On Flesh and the Mortal Coil

As rightly taught and believed among relevant scholars, flesh to men is comparative to the essence of spirit usurped by the likes of the Ascended in order to alleviate mortality, for flesh stands in the same relation to the mortal coil as the essence does to the soul, and they are both equally liable to a cryptic process of unshackling that lends them way to transcend inborn earthly limits. It is only natural and thus understood in this analysis that the essence is the fluid holy medium to those who ascend by soul or spirit, as the seal to mortality, and it’s removal results – again, naturally – in an injury or flexure to the soul unseen to the mere eye owing to its manifestation only in a spiritual scope (and little are the means by which one can look through this scope). Similarly, by contemporary rituals and sacred technique the transcendence through the corporeal coil (the flesh) rather than soul or spirit was in all attempted cases antecedent to a truly hideous and unaccountable physical mutilation of flesh by infliction of grave scars, crippled and twisted limbs, with partial sentience and times instinctive function impaired or deformed, originating from the corporeal wounds, or else the coil was unable to handle the thorough brunt of unshackling and the transcended being as a result suffers this in a manner more apparent in the mortal scope (bodily distortion).

On Blood and Sacred Presence

The Scholarship, which had its first true provenance in Aemesh, had been steadily on course of study through the centuries with the purpose of attaining further knowledges on the compositions of mankind and their origins in relation to God – in whose image and possibly anatomy the form of Man owes its root – while also extensively dissecting the human body via undefiled (holy) arcane methods in search of an alternate means or medium to aid or inspirit the Mortal Coil through itself either by infusions of foreign blood or an identical sacred presence so that transcendence may be achieved with the least possible harm of function or lasting injury to the individual and their flesh. 

Revolutionary results have recompensed these noble efforts, as the holy creation of the [redacted] plainly indicates, and injury was minimized and made transitory through allowing transcension to be achieved in short-lived bursts, enabling otherwise mortal men to assume corporeal divinity while mutations reversibly take place. This was made possible at first through the transfusion of blood imbued by preternatural presence as established by [redacted]. Several [redacted] exist however who roam freely and without mortal restraints, whose corporeal injuries and thereby divinity are permanent and irreversible as a result of prior trials which ended in failure. In their case divinity is achieved at the cost of variable sanities and sentience.

“Why didst thou rein thyself, to shackles of great detention?                                                                                                                                                                   

Why hast thou allured thyself, into the lair of the Great Serpent?                                                                                                                                                                     

                      Why hast thou drawn unto thyself, thyself?”                                                                                                                       “Assimilate thy beast and bathe in flesh,

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Cleanse thyself of mortal blood.”

Deep along the shores of a folk-deprived hamlet, symbolic nightmares appended by dreaded sensations take to depleting the mental – and thereby, to an extent, physical - health of a specific bloodline of people following what is thought by their elders to be the cyclic return of an old and far-flung breed of man-fiends wont on upbringing ruin and consternation upon the land, preying on beasts and men alike without true distinction.

Unable to physically cut long distances, the monster in the beginning derives its first inception and arrival on Arcaesan mainland from a mother-surrogate through the twisted form of Krekavac, where on the sixth month it rends the womb open and gorges the fresh corpse dry to suffice its carnal wants. In this early phase of suckling the child-beast, a mere husk to a far older beast, experiences already a kind of inhuman pleasure, for he apparently establishes the indulgence principle and the bestial instinct and considers that the former is primarily rooted in the latter, bringing to rise at once the more primordial nature of it’s true form . In well-thought precaution thus, it is greatly advised to those who hold their own safety and that of others at high regard that they let not the beast achieve that state of euphoria in the first place (lest it irreversibly degenerate and set itself upon the land), but instead deter it’s regression by slitting the throat of suspected impregnated womenfolk – who at that time serve as a potential catalyst to the parasitic beast – and imposing thereby an early end to the nearing scourge.

43 minutes ago, ComicD said:

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”You shall be taken into consideration. Seek out Johnstown, and call to the pilgriming counsul of Aemesh. The whispers will rightly guide you, where the trials may prove your worth.”

((Discord is Callistus#6280))

An old man recalled a decadent folktale, one not yet forgotten to his people

“... But if the aide of God were not conjured, although greatly pled, and limp was his right hand to the pleas sung without reutrn, may the Sun thereby be devoured; that in its wane, the dark may reign.”

On 7/15/2020 at 5:16 PM, Nozoa said:

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yeah

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoEGsxUZ2F4

Of the Sun, Myths and Men

When Wieghard set out in pursuit of the stars, there existed not deep within him a glimpse of hope, a deep reliance on fate defiant to all reason, that he might find Truth in it all. Always had he sought to meditate upon sin, and deliberate on the conscious purpose in questioning the very query long roused by the prodigious of Mankind; he studied in fact at depth through work and expedition in a then-vain hunt for an answer, and this answer he believes now to exist high, resident far to the great sky. Whatever it is that lurked above, dwelling with neither cause or reason, provided a salvation to rend curiousity.

These thoughts revolved and twisted deep within his mind, but it did not suffice him to merely think or will in thought; as hope without cause or reason is an instrument of the weak, that they accoutre upon themselves in order to spurn the immortal burden of inquiry bestowed unto mortal-kind, turning their backs on the purpose of being and divinity. Mankind had always striven as a collective for holy ascent, prying at earth and stone for the next step of a path into evolution; but so deep buried was this principle beneath varying and ludicrous ideals of political purpose and blood-based heirdom that the rest of Man will never hold witness. For their self-given designation of a cultural and communal species, Mankind had forbidden themselves the primitive visions, and instead allowed it better hidden into the pinnacle led unto by all prior processions of evolution, lying unseen through the name of a monarchy or sovereignty, whose constituents – in light of that knowledge – assumed themselves the trial of fulfilling this primordial purpose, and in so doing representing to cosmical ascension the salvation sought by a downtrodden Mankind. 

This foolish and unwitting reliance the race of Mankind had allowed their higher authorities, by nature, proscribed into them an eternal curse spoken of within the heavens as frivolity; frivolity and cowardice, and sets them in likeness not far from the idiotic and specious colonies of ants and insects, which do not prize selfhood or purpose but rely blindly on a fragile chain of command. Unlike ants and insects, however, this curse, touched upon throughout time by the philospohers and undaunted, is now incorruptible and chronic, too far rooted, that all Mankind can do at its face is prostrate and cower, as befits those alike cattle.

These debates of profound gravity had long since risen and verged into the mind of this astrologer, who, willing to pry at the matter in greater length, ventured decisively upon cosmic pilgrim, hoping thence to witness with his own eye this revelation, or concept, or psychaedical sensation that since birth had conducted into him these guiding whispers of starlight, and in beckons that shall later prove to him an imminent demise... all within a tomb of fateful madness, from which there can be no flight or escape.

This procedural rite ensued with no apparent deviation, for now the cold stone altar was lit by inscriptions not only withdrawn from meaning, but wholly abolished from all historic account (possibly even through the age of archaic blood sorceries and the rise of the first to meddle in blood). The altar consisted of etchings and hieroglyphics that owe no kinship in fact to any known bygone culture, least of all the civilities of Man, for there did not even derive from these patterns and symbols any meaning to the watchful eye, bar perhaps to older creations possibly predating of our existence, or our survival into whole-fledged civilizations. But in now deciding final verdict and seeking closure into this sacred ritual, the Astrologer had sown the circle in ash and ground basal coal (teased from the decrepit bone of a mentor) and began there to recite by memory word and vowel of an old conjurative speech, which patterned more after a force than mere vocal resonance, as though a dormant and inexplicable spiritual strength poured from the deep in order to invoke a medium that shall conduct him passage, or perhaps in a sacrificial offering or barter of the Soul that few had ever dared venture upon. It was not long before this far-flung cosm reposed to abridge the great exodus, thus tearing to ribbon that mortal veil which served to protect the plane from these very cataclysms and ruins that are apt in their own right to plunge the earth into ruin, and so usher a  coming age of vast and consummate darkness.

“Oh Vyrghan, of the Untrodden Land

By what right do you lure this curious monoculus?

An eye pinched, a soul bent, but the heart does not cower.”

Nothing followed there but the dark, and the fool who blindly wandered its depth without guidance by light. The heavens hence coalesced in blood, and the ashes of the land were as that of graven bone, reminiscent to Mordskov and the tragedies that plunged its pale city into great waste and ruin. The Astrologer had an epiphany; for the ashes of Ythril are unlike the ashes of other land, and the adage thus inscribed resonated deep within his mind, one wearied to great lengths by the contractions through time. 

“The ashes of Ythril are unlike the ashes of other land, where the Sun and Moon are conjoined by sacrament of hand”.

And the saying rang true; for what he once thought of ash in the desert was indeed a vestige of testimony to fallen planes and extinguished stars, whereas the hills and mountains were once moons, perished to exodus and half-buried beneath the scapes of the land. The Astrologer now had only the stars to seek for guidance, and so by path of the constellations known by heart he sought to venture east, where supposedly stood the Ruined City of Saints, and the Crypt of Suns that lies deep within.

Only death now stands the path.

3 hours ago, JaxonBlues said:

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”You shall be taken into consideration. Seek out Johnstown, and call to the pilgriming counsul of Aemesh. The whispers will rightly guide you, where the trials may prove your worth.”

((Discord is Callistus#6280))

Vicar Viedrick, with whom the faithful brother had met in noble pursuit, signs in peace the mark of Lorraine and awaits with conviction the discourse to come.

“Bless thee, in whom GOD had accorded knowledge and righteous seeking, and in whose audience we found heed and reason.”

“And a brassen crown I bestow unto thee, quoth the living Martyr, whose name imposed on the heavens high;

 that thou may preserveth the elden knowledges on Earth, and of the truth apprise thine flock.”

The Vicarage of Aemesh

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zxEOIRQwd4

I exhausted most bloodborne osts, recommend to me good music

I. Preface

II. Purpose

III; The Martyr / Living Apostle

IV; Precepts of Solemn Service

V; Path of the Olden Ones

VI; Vow of Induction; The Divine Adage

VII; Hierarchy

           vii/a: “The Vicars”,

           vii/b: “The Ministry”, 

           vii/c: “The Scholars / Inquisitors”,

           vii/d: “Oath Hunters”,

           vii/e; “Seekers”

VIII; Process of Ordination

I. Preface

Founded upon the primitive teachings of the Canon Church, the Vicarage as proposed of its name conveys at this age an archaic school of faith and thought derivative of the source canon.

As the faith endured its early differential schisms, there were those who alleged themselves immortally true to the first scripts, exhorting their children thereupon to abide in faith and uphold its integrity throughout a time of plunging virtues and mediocre values. It is of this procession of blood that the Aemeshite rulership claims descent, professing a dubious - and perhaps staggering - account of unwavering fidelity to the faith of their forefathers throughout the times. It is loftily preposterous, however amusing, that the creed should proclaim such resolve to heritage, but it remains wholly factual that few ever dared doubt the credibility of their devotion to the ancestral faith.

It stands to reason therefore that those in the creed who offer guidance spiritualize passages of the old scripture in order to lend credence to their word and lesson, and inscribe them with greater import.

"Guide us, oh living apostle, pilgrim through this barren land."

II. Purpose

The primordial and foremost of all intents within the creed lies per reason in the motive to preserve the teachings of the first ones from deterioration at the hands of weaker men and temporal modernizers, but also upon the virtue to shepherd the unguided from the path of divergence and total ignorance. The Vicarage did not over the ages deviate from this early design, but further rode instead in pursuit of the strewn knowledges, for which the hunt is thought - in accordance with their own scriptures - to have been entrusted into their lineage, and the many unblooded scholars of the covenant. 

As previously established, this scholarly pursuit, embedded in the faith as a pilgrimage and sacred journey required of all aspiring men, stands only second to the original purpose, and does not run in defiance with pre-established principles of the old faith.

There are those, however, who had forgotten the sacred accord and driven themselves into unseen verges, betraying themselves to pungent abandon. Those who relinquish themselves to the perfidy of fire are known among the seekers as apostates, and are outcast from the creed, deserven only to death at the hands of oath hunters.

“And there came truth of the smoldering darkness upon land, where unto them He entrusted the preserval of verity,

that only they may stand on the corpse of Earth, and soon preside over the lesser firmaments.”

III. The Martyr, or Living Apostle

Of the innumerous figures recounted in the ancient lores of Aemesh, there are none so highly thought of as the Martyr, once said to be a lesser Aengul who walked among men in a time of religious conjecture, and who guided the first flock of Aemesh into the righteous path. To the Aemeshites, it is the Martyr from whom they claim permanence of faith and extant position as a chosen flock that, since the dawn of time, did not abdicate nor pervert the integrity of the old faith. 

It hereupon comes as no surprise that altars are risen tall of his image, and invocations of all manner and sort consolidate his name in plea and calling, exemplifying in great clarity the height of position he poses to the covenant and its court of disciples.

IV. Precepts of Solemn Service

• The blood of kindred is sacred, and must not be let.

• The Eye is dormant, and shan’t be fought over; lest it wake’d, His soul anger’d.

• Foul death betide he who hath expos’d the godly accord, and the olden cult, or ever so whisper’d in perfidy.

• Fear the eye whence it waketh, and bide safely thy hidden nests; for the will is weakest before the gaping eye, yet the flesh ever strongest.

• One who so profess’d false worship and became pagan thus merits returnance unto ash, as he from ash born is to ash returned.

• Damned and twice-cursed be he who spoketh ill of God or His disciples, for their very hearts are dead and they cannot feel.

• One who forsaketh the doctrine of the First Men hast forsaken faith itself, and attests no solace in the sanction of God. Let his eyes thus burn whose flesh is blind, and his hide sung in fire.

• He who falleth in sin deep that he cannot find contrition should be left to ash untended, without recoverance, for the sinful atone with anguish.

• To deny a greater priest obeisance is to forsake oneself of all desire by means of earthly imprisonment; as they belong evermore to the barren earth, entombed, immortally undying.

“The lights of knowledge bade the Sun,

As darkness burnt and avail’d;

Forbidden lands we walk’d upon,

And death betide who fail’d.

Men shalt die and beasts might perish,

At the birth of a great God-child

Blood shalt spill of sinful clerics,

As skins so twist to hide.”

V. Path of the Bornless One

Those of the vicarage abide in keeping with the way of their forefathers to an invariable doctrine of method, ensuring thereon the continued strength of the creed and its survival unto their later progeny. It is in twisted devotion of faith and fiery spirit that they single themselves among the rabble of mankind as a chosen few, unto whom God - again, in belief - imposed the divine burden of preserving the unspoken knowledges and shepherding those worthy into the righteous path led by moonlight.

No doubt this fervor reflects broadly upon their kindled souls and incites thereupon a wrath said to be ordained of the heavens, which in turn strongly fuels their vigor against the dissent of heathenry and those whose presence incapicates in any way the moonlit course of the covenant. It is with neither regard for consequence nor repugnance do the true hunters and scholars forcibly raze a path towards guidance, and in the face of foes are more than willing to tread the gravest of measures in ensurance of consummate execution and closure of duty. Those who so willingly abandon the path as easily as they had entered it poise to the watchful eyes of the vicarage the farthest of threat of all, after pretendants to false Godhood, for only in such apostasy does the soul of a mortal-being cascade into the pit of spirits whilst its bearer forcibly persists upon the mortal realm. This the covenant considers nothing short of a heresy, a sham and a cruel stain upon the mortal veil, and therefore serves these stragglers to a blasphemous - albeit virtuous in nature - funeral, by means of imposing the foreign service of cremation or baptism of fire. This can perhaps be thought a mere display of mercy, as those cleansed by fire are returned to the heavens, and possibly even atoned of sin.

By no means also does the covenant insinuate any affront against the Canon and its many derivative branches, for although they see in its advocates a misguided people, they are not yet numbered among those plunged beyond hope. Unlike, for instance, the common elvenesse, whose beliefs had cut a much farther route from any pretense of faith or spiritual morality, which rivens them of all pity.

VI. Vow of Induction – The First Adage

The scriptures had implied since the rise of the ancient convenant, upholden well and truly by the dictation of tradition, that those inducted into the order must bind themselves in sacred oath, both spiritually and corporeally, by reciting words that shall signify in finality their commitment and solemn entrance into the order, from whence there can be no annulment nor return unpunished. Though the precise recital of words did indeed differ from generation unto another, it is ruled that there can be found no difference in neither nature or concept of the vow first uttered by the olden ones to that spoken today by present aspirants, and that the substance of dictum is received equally at all differing times, as observed very fairly by Saint Hergynrich. 

Once its speaker is knelt and presented afore fair council, and his fingers are aligned in formation of the Order’s sacred symbol - taught only prior to inception -  the recital may thus go as follows;

"Old lores tempt us far, as beasts unto feeble sheep

Beware the scourge that calls to men.

Deliver us our petty curiosity, guide our flock toward the deep

And light our eyes as you once did the first men."

VII. Hierarchy

 The Vicars

A council of ruling figures comprised entirely of blood claimants, vicars are bestowed a greater influence over the covenant, and are alone the father elders into whom the Martyr vested divine will-power and wisdom to lord upon the vicarage.

Their words are as though scripture to the disciples, and their posture within the covenant mirrors that of the mind, through whom cardinal mandate is decreed and principals are decisively imposed.

 The Ministry

The ministry constitutes an order of leading figures second only to the vicars, imparted authority through elective selection by the higher council. It is of their duty to ensure established order, shepherd the lesser disciples from perversion and etch the decisive mark of apostasy on those who had abandoned creed.

Should chance prescribe the Vicars absent, it is they who shoulder the burden of authority and perpetuate the inquisition into sought knowledges, for their posture within the covenant mirrors that of the heart, through which the covenant prevails and quenches approaching darkness.

 The Scholars / Inquisitors

The scholars of Aemesh form in themselves a part that is both propitious and integral to the continuity of the bloodline, whereupon their expansion into the darker fields of knowledge becomes a matter of utmost import. It is in this light that a council of bygone antiquity decided on the formation of a body of scholars whose purpose lied highly withdrawn from the rest of the covenant, far beyond the deep. To this end, the first scholars came to be as men wholly diligent and devoted to the primordial cause who studied properties of the realm that had long faded into obscurity.

Here, the body converged with that of the inquisitors, who would physically venture upon said uncharted territory in order to seek preternatural communion and retrieve lost relics or artefacts relevant to the order's pursuit. It should not be surmised, however, that a scholar cannot also be an inquisitor, for one can indeed be both, if at their own risk. The Scholars and Inquisitors therefore mirror that of the eye and hand, in respective order.

 Oath Hunters

Following a period of rising desertions and perfidy within covenant grounds, there had become in the elders' eyes a necessity to impose grave consequence on those who should forsake their vows, which came at that time to be embodied in a caste of adept hunters who coined themselves Abrathians. These men operated separately from the rest of the body and distinguished themselves by an inhumane bestiality which verged on the brink of beasthood, employing horrid techniques that swiftly eradicated any notions of treachery. Their vile repute derives from a methodical pattern of execution, typically from their habit of drenching the copse of a victim in oil and igniting it in through-cleansing flames, or at other times etching the cranium with a mark of apostasy. The troupe had later become the oath-hunters, and mirrors that of the sword through which justice is coldly, and impartially dealt.

 Seekers

Those who had yet to prove themselves before the ministry and high council, but who show if only a glimpse of hope are termed seekers, and are the lowest of folk within the covenant. At this point, a seeker must stand out among others and carry their weight before they can amount to anything.

Process of Ordination

What is your birth-name?

To whom do you vow foremost fealty?

To whom else do you owe allegiance?

What is the purpsoe you regard most cardinal to the continuity of mankind and all mortal-being?

Unto what form are apostates returned on death?

What ought men remain wary of?

Who is he that merits your spiritual faith and devotion?

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but please, have mercy.

In all honesty I do not think astral concepts deserve to be shoehorned into an applied lore magick. The idea of this niche is that it is by form and nature an unexplored and vague magick spoken of and described only to superficial lengths, while being otherwise torn entirely from pre-established facts and  lore enforced descriptions. The void is there already to satisfy the venue of sorcerous spells and teasing power from unseen chasms, so why appropriate another perfectly abstract concept meant strictly to countervail the void? I just don’t see the point.

I too once thought of writing on astral lores, but rightly came to the conclusion that the venue is better left well alone. It thrives thus far as an obscure realm withdrawn in entirety from all the glimmering elements we see casually deriving from the void. Just my honest thoughts.

What horror!

Through long discourse among colleagues and tedious work within the parchments my eyes once lengthily laid upon, I have come to unravel a thing of mystery that I waited long (surely for years) to uncover, if not for a time so inconceivably long that I perhaps could no longer count it in my mind, a husk of a mind which dances now on the very brink. But the fact that I had been so long at work on these accursed matters rouses not only doubt, but much fear in my heart for the fact that I cannot bear to see my work regarded with even an ounce of undeserved cynicism, doubtless as the so proclaimed enlightened scholars of Oren will come to treat it - they do, after all, claim to refute anything which denies their own dull conceptions of logic and simple reason. And nevertheless, I here blindly place my trust on God eternal that it will not find anguish at the hands - or more accurately minds - of simpletons who should willingly twist its words to serve a meaning they themselves wish to falsely tease of this grand truth, and that instead it should afford a prosperous material to wiser minds of this land, who shall certainly come later to piece of it a revelation greatly contributive to the tide of advancing humanity, and at large all those of true descendancy among elves, dwarves and orks, with whose existence I came lately to reconcile (largely on account of their recent progressions on wider fields of sciences and astrology).

I. A FLEXURE IN THE MORTAL PLANE

A COSMIC OBSERVATION WITHDRAWN FROM THE FORBIDDEN “VOID”

I have as of late begun to question the very integrity of this frail mortal plane in which the habitation we have come now to take for granted, and reciting this question in quiet mind I took immediately to venturing upon books and studies that related in some part or another to the basal bindings of our existence, or the laws thereof. It did not take me much time to begin learning that few ever truly posed this question, less so in a manner that appeared fearless of public opinion or criticism from the narrow-minded faithfuls to the Canon. On such revelation I took it over myself to begin delving and linking strewn pieces hither and thither that may - even potentially - open forth an avenue of sciences or knowledges presently unbeknownst to Man. And it is ever the flaw of us people, who are either so drowned in curiosity as to risk themselves the death of a curious feline, or elseways short-sighted and unable to pose an imperative question that absorbs us whole as a sentient and inquisitive populace. I loathe myself to be among this foolish flock, avoiding at large all topics on which the human collective abstained to write and seek. This plenteous time I spent studying various fronts of the forbidden sciences (keeping in mind that I avoided in entirety all subjects that linked to the void, for what I sought is much greater than that) that I came upon these scripts which vaguely drew my interests. They told, in no particular order, of separate incidents and happenings that although did not directly relate to the void, denoted another, and perhaps more sacred and unknown force to be at play. Thus I began to seek out their authors, and sent letters in attempts of communion, only to later on my attempts realize that these scripts were attributed to false - or unregistered - names, surely in their fear of being sought out by the church and prosecuted for heresy, or blasphemy as the priests are wont to accuse those who breach - or contradict - matters that are not for the common folk to know. I therefore rode the initiative to recompile their scripts and the mutuality among their lines, and attempted with no regard for perfidy to reconstruct the rites and experiments superficially noted in these scripts, but met again as I much suspected with tragedy after failure. I was nearly ready to forgo my pursuit until, at random, this revelation roused me from my apathy and led me to link this final ring to a chain that will bring first advent to a possibly new science, or concept altogether rid of this terrible old void. This piece, as I linked it, revealed to me a glimpse of long forgotten dread, a glimpse of a cosmic truth, to things that this ink, or even our feeble minds could ever hope to describe, things that we once mistook in the skies for suns and stars. It drives me mad now as I think of it, and brings me such pain as I try merely to imagine it, but perhaps we as mankind are afforded a great mercy - if we would truly see the skies, the endless firmaments, then what become of the aenguls, what hope is there for God himself?

We are led to coin these things to avoid questioning our frightful position, questioning what is truly among us in the nearer planes, but I suspect this should not stand for long. I admit to have stared deep (indeed, deeper than I could ever devour) and the so-thought stars stared back, that I can almost sense them rushing, even nearing, perhaps burning. Could it be a mere curiosity?

 I know not of what will befall us, but I know that we haven’t long; that we, after all, pose little more than a transient thought to beings that pose entire dimensions in their own respect. We are, I learnt, no better than the dead.. and why, we ought to be. 

We cannot in truth see as far as we thought.

Have we even a mere chance?

[To Be Resumed]

MC Name: Boruto

Character's Name: Wieghard

Character's Age: 50

Character's Race:

Adunian

Link to your accepted MA:

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/forums/topic/193180-arcane-displacementfaboruto/

What magic(s) will you be teaching?

Arcane Displacement

Summarise the Lore of this magic(s):

Do you have a magic(s) you are dropping due to this app? If so, link it:

No

Do you agree to keep the ST updated on the status of your magic app?:

Yes

Have you applied to teach this magic on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app.

No

MC Name: Boruto

Character's Name: Wieghard

Character's Age: 50

What feat(s) will you be learning?

         Arcane Displacement

Teacher's MC Name:

         Grandfathered

Teacher's RP Name:

         Grandfathered

Do you agree to keep Story updated on the status of your feat app?:

         Yes

Have you applied for this feat on this character before, and had it denied? If so, link the app:

         No

Are you aware that if this feat is undergoing an activity trial and fails said trial, that you will lose the feat? And that if it is apart of the Lore Games, it might drastically change soon?:

         Yes

A scorned and outcast Ruberni heard of the dispute that now festers among Kaedrin and the tyrants of Haense, deigning to mock this incident with great impunity (for he settles presently at foreign land).

“Did I not tell you, Sullivan? Observe! See for yourself the very fabric of degenerates who insolently scorn an act of kindness in this ludicrous facade of 'scruples' and morality. And no small wonder! The earth itself vow against this pretense, this fickle falsehood of theirs.”

. . .

“They are fiends, the devil’s very henchmen. Now I am sure of it.”

12 hours ago, Lhindir_ said:

Use of the potion a second time will cause their heart to give out and they will die.

Does this mean that beyond its first ingestion, this concotion may never be imbibed a second time? If not, I am personally dubious of strength sources that are exempt from true consequence, like a PK on death clause, without which there is a lot left to be desired. Nobody wants to face a practically immortal (thanks to monks) individual with power to indefinitely consume a potion that heightens strength twofold.