JoanOfArc

as mentioned above llir, I think it's not a browser issue but a google doc issue. They used to embed images automatically instead of uploading them to the website. Is there a way to making embeding easier or just letting us post google docs directly to the forums?

Find me a conflict between strangers ic, and I will find you what issue they had ooc

The Dame rode with her father, silently thinking over the words. As the raindrops sank into her half-plate, his words sank into her head. We seek to to create a legend... We seek to create purpose. A thousand years were gifted by the Creator for elves to have sanctuary, but who has to keep this gift alive? Us, for we are protectors of this gift. We must seek out this purpose like the Valah do and fight to keep this heavenly gift. And we must inspire others after us to take up this burden when our fight has been fought. Of course, those words never materialized for her. She kept her peace, much like her husband does.

Very cute in every sense of the word. I enjoy the aesthetic you were going for and I couldn’t really find anything wrong. I really do enjoy the fact you have fallen deities too—- having an eldritch horror as a fallen deity is really neat. Only thing that I may recommend is that you can always just act like these gods are the spirits themselves. gods on lotc don’t really care what you call them as long as they get worship as power of thought increases their power (plus spirits especially need prayers in their spiritual wars). Or you could always have it that these spirits psyoped the religion like Malleus in the Red Faith. Let’s you acknowledge the faith having a “real” god even if it isn’t what god they wanted. Either way, not to detract, I like this piece a lot and I hope it spreads! Canonism being the dominant religion is a bore and having some other faiths run around would be great

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教皇聖ルシアン神の人 Saint Lucien ‘the Man of Kamisama' Written by and Icon made by Kato Eren かと レン In honor of Yuuna Kim キムユウナ While most know of Saint Lucien as a High Pontiff, seldom do most know of the true history regarding the saintly figure. While not translated into the common tongue, the ‘Lucien’s Rise’ in Oyashi, shows some events at the beginning of Lucien’s life and to the modern day that I wish to share. The conversion of Saint Lucien was one of the pinnacle in his history. Saint Lucien was born as Velwyn Ashford, being a sun worshiper from the penal colony of Ulmsbottom off of the Duchy of Gwynon. But when he came to the west, he found a priest of the True Faith that spoke to him about the repentance that no Sun can offer, but only the creator of the Sun. In that service, the saint was so moved he vowed to never sin again and was baptized directly in the fountain. A miracle was performed just by that baptism alone. While the doves coming down from the Seven Skies could be a part of it, the truth is that Velwyn had drank from the fountain - receiving eternal life. The greater portion of his life is known to the West, having served as High Pontiff and then left during the Exodus with Emperor Horen ‘the Black’, he took up a high priestly role once more. Serving in the establishment of the Aeldinic Empire, converting his home province of Gwynon and establishing Ulmsbottom as an Owynist monastery. For the next hundreds of years, he served the Aeldinic Empire, being a personal missionary to the pagan nations that house Aeldin, specifically those in Ai-Zho. Lucien’s Rise does not necessarily describe his engagements with nations like cursed Cathant or the others, it does speak about the establishment of an creatorist parish on the isle of Edn. Having performed miracles there, the locals venerated him as a servant of a being higher than the kami. The Kamisama. Thus his title, Man of Kamisama was formed. Today, the living saint is either on expedition or serving faithfully in the capital of Novos Horos. But today, I honor him with a depiction of him as he first stepped foot onto Aeldinic soil. Holding a fragmented Lectitions of Owyn and proclaiming the glory of Prophet Godfrey's Empire. すべてのものを造られた主なる神よ、罪人である私をあわれんでください -セント。ルシアンの祈り “O Lord God, maker of all, have mercy on me, a sinner.” -St. Lucien Prayer

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Justinian sighed, getting asked to partake in democracy once again. The thing he hated the most. Such is the irony for authoritarians.

Justinian head towards the Tetsugawa to meet with the Daimyo of the Iron River.... He thought he saw in a vision his head being chopped off by the Oyashi, which did not ease his feelings.

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"Is this a ---" Kato Eren remarked, being taken promptly off stage by Kim and scolded for interrupting the performance of Harry. He sighed, going back behind his walled room. Sulking.

Justinian Basrid sends a brief letter congregating the new Chieftain on his ascension as well as a brief discussion on the history of Aesterwald, well, more specifically it's religious climate. "It is my belief, that while there may be some doubts on the religious orthodoxy of the Kingdom, there is nothing denying[...]" The letter went on for pages.

Éowyn skimmed the article with such an enthusiasm. "You could have not put it into any better words, dear friend!" she said joyfully to him. The Ibarellan then proceeded to hand more wine to Numerian to sell, not having actually read anything about the document and assuming it was an advertisement for her ranch.

THE KING OF PEACE, THE KING OF FREEDOM Written by Dame Éowyn Nullivari-Ibarellan Dedicated to my son, my Húrin Húrin, ‘the Rider’, in the lands of Man called Delmor in his final days. O Ye’ Child of Starry Seas, Listen well to my plea, For I have a tale to tell, Of a king who was true and free. From the ancient days, When Man and Elf hated, He remained true and just, Until the dawn of the new age. Húrin, ‘the Rider’, Who cometh from the west, Who neither man nor monster, Could ever hope to best. Ruler of our people, He taught us the way, To travel upon horseback, Into the silver Sun’s dawn, No maiden ever saw, Such a beautiful man, With hair that of flowery roses, And eyes of starry skies. No warrior ever dreamed, To serve such a fateful king, Whose mere presence, Brought an aura of divinity. No priest ever knew, A more devout man than he, Who worshipped our Lord, In every fiber of his being. From the western sea, To the eastern trees, All rode with the man, A hive of bees. But then the Men of Delmor, From their towering stone, Came to take from us, The dream of fields and peace. We fought in every valley, On every hill and plain, For the land that was freedom, Sacred Malinor. The Men of Delmor fell, Both from the blade and the bow, Our horses stormed forth, Watching them be shot down! On the plains of Aedonia, That is where they made their stand, Tens of thousands of men, Tens of thousands of elf. Then, from the sounds of war, Came up from the heavens, Came up from the earth, In volcanic destruction. Galmurir, the Drake of Sæwine, That terrorizing sight, It rained down hellfire, Upon all in sight. Mortal man, Eternal elf, Just a single flame. Burning the plains. Without thinking, our courageous King, Rode ahead from our horsemen, Charging down Galmurir with a spear, Our king charged on. Shrieking, screaming, A ray of fire came down. That hissing screech, Yet our King charged on. His loyal soldiers fell at his side, Men and women he knew, From bygone days, Yet our King charged on. The Drake of Sæwine, Flew down to clench, Men with his teeth, Yet our King charged on. And then a strike was heard, A wound that brought down the Drake, In one fell swoop. Falling from the heavens. But a betrayal from mortal Man, An arrow whizzing past, Aimed at our King’s neck, During this time of trial. Off his horse, our king fell, Ungrateful man, celebrating. The loyal soldiers, crying. All that were there. They pounced upon his body, As he grasped for air. His last words being, Unrecognizable for those there. In anger, our soldiers hunted, To exterminate the villains, That brought us such a ruin. No life would be spared. But in the morning mist, When anger subsided, Mortal men and dragon Lay dead. Curse those villains, Those mortal men, Our hatred is eternal, Our anger will never end. Truth was hard. This was known. Our king had lay dead. No rage could bring him back, Why must he be taken? The soldiers left the field, Returning to their homes, Shaken and ashamed, Of what had transpired. Peace and freedom, Values we have held dear, Were given to us, By the King without fear. They decided to move on, Heartbroken and depressed, As I am writing this piece, Pain within my breast. O Ye’ Child of Starry Seas, Cry upon this very day. For how could such a friend, Be taken by the Lord? And this is where I leave off, About Húrin ‘the Rider’, For it is too hard on the soul, To remember the King of Peace. The King of Freedom.

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