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On the 18th Amber Cold, Year 216 S.A. Metallic-melodic chains whipped and cracked around a pale, porcelain figure. A chill spread from her head to her fingertips as her eyes dimmed from what light it glowed. Finding herself at the edge of her bed, her head hung in the air as she contained her face within the obsidian cages of her blackened palms with a tremble. Her hands ran up and toward the silvering blonde locks, tugging at them desperately as to ease herself from her shakened feeling. Around her surrounded page after page, writing and scrawling every bit of ambition she held dearly, as if these mortal desires could ground her from what she saw. Ever enigmatic, ever mysterious. Some were positive, some were negative. And even then, it tormented her and taunted her to something she could never reach or see as truth. These visions consumed and gnawed at her soul, pulling her heartstrings in directions that rocked her to her very core. Her breaths became shallow, rapid, her chest falling and rising, any sort of calm failing her as though she were under an invisible weight. It happened again. Divination. While the noblewoman knew that these were only prophecies and perhaps not the truth, these possibilities always seemed to linger. They were spontaneous, infinite, melding and blending what she knew was true with what were only prospects and suggestions made by her mind, tearing it into two. Truth and delusion fought over authority. The Heiress of the Rourke found herself at her wits end. Her skull that held views of eternal fields of green, ever growing, only seemed to wilt, dulling. A distant memory, a dream, a moment stuck in time with her forever. Naoise reminisced. She recalled such with ease. Her mother, her golden hairs, who wore gold and green just as she did. How the sun’s setting danced across her mother’s skin, giving her a luminous glow. How her eyes reflected unto her, a gaze that swelled with such pride. How the white walls of Ildon were then, all but vast verdant fields that swayed in the calming winds. How in the moment as her mother unravelled that stark blue scroll that she drew up, revealed what was her dream on that simple parchment. Her mother’s dream became Naoise’s and more. That was the day she swore it. The day that Naoise O’Rourke swore that this dream was just as much hers, and one that to be sure that would flourish into fruition. A beautiful family. And even whilst imperfect, she longed for one of her own that was lively and filled with warmth and laughter like the one she knew all her life. She recalled a cerulean eyed stare who made such a declaration of love. It resonated with her deeply as her lips curved into a melancholic smile in thought. And yet, it was just a helpless thought. A place of sanctuary and serenity. She could not ever be more close to grasping this with her darkened digits. And yet, as she closed her eyes and tried to retreat back to this fond memory. She couldn’t evermore be disillusioned with it. Faeleth-Naoise fiddled with the object that sat on her finger. A ring. Something she had tried so hard to attain, and even as it sat there perfectly on her dusky hands. It felt foreign. Unreal. Almost as if it clung onto her trying to pull her back down and away from what circled within her mind. Much like the one who sought to ensure she would be safe, protected, unharmed, he would not know of what cruelties that plagued her. That she was the harm she had put unto herself. Her thumb traced the band with a heavy-weighted exhale. It bore around her left hand, a promise of spending eternity together, a promise of a lifetime. Time. Future and past seemed to rush after her. Her fingernails dug into her skin, crimson crescents marking into her palms as she shook her head, overwhelmed by the sights, feelings and thoughts crowded toward her. Tears threatened to fall from her haunting emerald eyes, slipping down the mounds of her cheeks unwelcomingly. She shifted from panic to despondency, the weight of such responsibilities bearing heavy on her shoulders that collapsed inwards in response to some sort of force, dragging her down under. A cascade of vivid futures, taunted their beauty cruelly before her, unable to get within her reach. A fog like storm clouded her gaze, as they’d shift, persistent in dancing the possible horrors of impending doom. Inhale. How her mother taught her how to carve her first instrument to how her baby brother bantered with her with a quip. How her father held a smirk and a hearty chortle, ever ready to crack a joke. How her best friend supported her as she dug a hole in the rain, no matter how messy it got. How each laughter from her dear friends sung in her ears to how they chased her within the streets. How her nieces and nephews crowded toward her, her eyes longing toward them as if they were her own children. How her lover held her and cried with her one last time between crystalline tears before bidding a final goodbye. It pushed, and pushed, and pushed. An oasis of memories and fantasies was brought to a drought. A dry and desolate wasteland. The echoes of tranquility and rest beckoned Naoise, in one final hauntingly enchanting symphony, as something cold pushed sharply against her chest. Exhale. There in her room laid stories and words exchanged. They littered and spilled from under her pillow, accompanied by a thick book that kept word on her experiences and tales. Where parchments scattered upon the bedroom quarters, a neat pile of letters sat on her desk. Sealed, unopened, and each barring a neatly written name. A missive would be sent out to the Realm of Numendil about the O'Rourke Heiress' sudden death. [ Do not Metaplay these Letters] Ma & Pa Jay Amaranth Raphuel Calamaethor Ser Baralin Vourkehardt Maria Vilac Auris & Ceru’wyn Godferik Iduna Thank you to all who has RPed with me during my time with Faeleth. And most especially thank you to @Callyand @Bonesfor giving me Naoise to play when I had returned from my 2-3 year hiatus from LOTC. From the moment I got to play her and be able to build her story, I am so grateful that the two of you had reached out to me and thought of me immediately to play Maeril and Edwyn's daughter in a comfy and safe environment. Ultimately, this wasn't the ideal way I had imagined to PK her, but even then, I of course had to give my tragic, irish lady, her due with a tragic and woeful ending. I had chosen to PK her as an end of an Era for playing her. I had gotten burnt out, ran out of ideas for her on how to progress and develop as a character to point where it had stagnated. Thank you for reading thus far, and hopefully you can catch me on another character <3.

Salamdeul Language Won-eo (원어), Jaguk-eo (자국어) , Chonwon-o (천원오) History Foreign Influence The origins of Won-eo can be traced back to the ancient peoples of the Won region, whose early interactions with the Cathantese Imperials and the Oyashiman Samurai played a significant role in shaping our language. Long before the establishment of the Won Kingdom, the region was home to a myriad of clans and tribes, each with their own dialects and forms of communication. These early languages were often rooted in the natural world, mirroring the landscapes and the traditions of the people that had settled there. Trade and migration between these societies gave rise to a proto-version of Won-eo. This early form of communication was fluid and adaptable, as speakers borrowed terms and expressions from one another. With the ascent of Cathantese dominion in Ai-Zho came rigid social structure, bureaucratic governing bodies, as well as writing and linguistic conventions that were adopted by scholars, seeking to align themselves with the distant empire, adopting the use of Cathant characters. Only the highest officials, steeped in years of study, could grasp the meaning of the Li characters, leaving the common folk to labor in the shadows of illiteracy. As the Oyashiman rule cast its shadow over our lands, their language, softer and more fluid than those of Cathant, found favor in the courts and among poets. The Oyashiman language left a mark on our speech. It is from these influences that Won-eo first began to evolve, absorbing elements from the foreign powers that ruled over the peoples of the South. A Language for The People However, it was not until the great Hyeonmi kings that our language found its true form. In its establishment, the challenge of communication among the diverse factions became evident, as the remnants of Cathantese and Oyashiman languages lingered alongside indigenous dialects, and the Lords-Beyond-the-Water struggled with the complexities of the Won language, as well as the writing systems of Ai-Zho. The Sup-e Angyo scholars crafted a writing system that reflected the phonetics of the spoken language while drawing from the aesthetic elements found in traditional Ai-Zho scripts. This effort created a writing system that was accessible, allowing even the most humble of citizens to partake in the art of literacy. This initiative was not just for academic purposes, it was also a statement of cultural reclamation and empowerment in the hopes of a unified national identity. Formalities and Respect in the Won Language The expression of respect and hierarchy is important in Won. As a reflection of Salamdeul society values, the language is imbued with a system of formalities that indicate how one converses with others, depending on their ranke, age, and social standing. This nuanced approach to communication is essential in maintaining harmony and demonstrating the deep respect our culture holds for elders and authority figures. Honorifics and Titles When addressing individuals of higher rank, such as nobles, or officials, one must employ specific honorifics to convey respect. For example: For Royalty: King: “Wang” (왕) is used for a king, and when addressing him, one would say “Wangnim” (왕님). Queen: "Yeowang" (여왕) refers to a queen, with "Yeowang-nim" (여왕님 as the respectful form of address. Prince: For a crown prince, the term "Wangja" (왕자) is used, and when addressing him directly, one would say "Wangja-nim" (왕자님). Princess: A princess is referred to as "Gongnyeo" (공녀), with "Gongnyeo-nim" (공녀님) as the respectful address. Any Royal: “Jeonhae” (전하) is the respectful way to address royals For a High Official: One might say "Seongsaengnim" (선생님) when addressing a learned scholar or government official, meaning "teacher." For Nobles: The term "Gongnim” (공님) is also used for lords and high-ranking individuals, denoting their noble status. Addressing Religious Figures In Won culture, alabaster monks and priestesses are highly revered, and there are specific honorifics and titles used to address them. These terms emphasize respect and reflect their spiritual roles in society. Religious Titles Seunim (스님): Monk Sunyeo (수녀): Priestess When addressing these figures, especially in formal settings, the titles are often used alone or with respectful terms, as follows: Addressing a Monk Seunim-ssi (스님씨): Honorable Monk Seunim gongnim (스님 공님): Your Reverence (for a senior monk) Addressing a Priestess Sunyeo-ssi (수녀씨): Honorable Priestess Sunyeo gongnim (수녀 공님): Your Reverence (for a senior priestess) Addressing Peers and Inferiors The Salamdeul language includes distinct forms for addressing peers and those of lower rank. The choice of language reflects the speaker’s social standing and the degree of familiarity with the other person: To a Senior (Elder): Use -nim as an honorific suffix. Example: Halabeoji-nim (Grandfather) or Eomeoni-nim (Mother). To a Peer: Use the individual's name with -ssi for politeness. Example: Annyeong, Jin-soo-ssi (Hello, Jin-soo). To a Younger Individual: Use the individual's name without honorifics, but still maintain a respectful tone. Example: Myeong-ho, jal jinaess-eoyo? (Myeong-ho, have you been well?) Everyday Words in the Won Language In our daily lives, the Won language is rich with expressions. Below are some fundamental words and phrases that you will encounter frequently. Ne (네): Yes Aniyo (아니요): No Annyeong (안녕): Hello / Goodbye (informal) Annyeonghaseyo (안녕하세요): Hello (formal) Je ireumeun <name>-imnida (제 이름은 ___입니다): My name is ____ Annyeonghi gyeseyo (안녕히 계세요): Stay well (when you are leaving) Annyeonghi gaseyo (안녕히 가세요): Go well (when the other person is leaving) Jal gayo (잘 가요): Go well (informal) Jebal (제발): Please Gamsahamnida (감사합니다): Thank you Mianhamnida (미안합니다): I’m sorry Eotteoke (어떻게): How? Je (저): I / Me Dangsin (당신): You Geu (그): He Geunyeo (그녀): She Ireum (이름): Name Imnida (입니다): Am / Is Example: “Annyeonghaseyo, je ireumeun Moon Seong-Hwa imnida.” Greetings, my name is Moon Seong-Hwa Note: In Ai-Zho, one’s clan or “family” name comes before their given name. Saram (사람): Human Jangsu (장수): Elf Baninban (반인반): Dwarf Dokkaebi (도깨비): Orc Eumsik (음식): Food Bap (밥): Rice Guk (국): Soup Jjigae (찌개): Stew Chae (채): Vegetables Banchan (반찬): Side Dishes Dangsang (당상): Banquet Family Terms: In the Won, family holds a significant place, and there are specific terms to denote family relationships, however they can often be used to denote the relationship of two individuals regardless of blood ties. Abeoji (아버지): Father (formal) Appa (아빠): Father (informal) Eomeoni (어머니): Mother (formal) Eomma (엄마): Mother (informal) Hyeong (형): Older Brother (for males) Oppa (오빠): Older Brother (for females) Unni (언니): Older Sister (for females) Noona (누나): Older Sister (for males) Dongsaeng (동생): Younger Brother/Younger Sister Halabeoji (할아버지): Grandfather Halmeoni (할머니): Grandmother Ajeossi (아저씨): Uncle Ajumma (아줌마): Aunt Sachon (사촌): Cousin Written and published by: Ninth Level Won Court Surveyor, Ceremonial Seventh Level Deputy Assistant Section Chief of Works, Fourth Level Colonial Minister, Childeok Left State Councilor Moon Seong-Hwa. Approved by the Ministry of Heritage

A piece of neatly pressed parchment was posted on your town's bulletin board: TIᖇEᗪ Oᖴ TᕼE EᐯEᖇYᗪᗩY ᖇOᑌTIᑎE? Do you find yourself withering away on the battlefield, wishing for a break from it all? You may find yourself living in Aevos, but have you seen everything it has to offer to live, thriving? ᒍOIᑎ TᕼE ᗩᗪᐯEᑎTᑌᖇEᖇᔕ'ᔕ' ᑕᒪᑌᗷ The Adventurers's' Club is a group of like-minded individuals who trot through Aevos to marvel at its many wonders. A peaceful and inclusive Club, we offer guided tours of our lands weekly on Sun's Smile after lunch! We operate on the basis that all creatures regardless of riches, status, or race are born with an adventurous spirit that we at the Club hope to foster! And it's fun! Earn Adventurers's' Club medals for feats of bravery on missions to cash in for fabulous prizes (TBA)! 3 Adventures with the club and earn a membership card FREE! Curious? Stop in our headquarters to see our Adventuring wares for sale and speak to a Founder! We have 8+ years of successful Adventures with almost no casualties! No Celia'nor? NO PROBLEM We also have a branch in Koyo Kuni offering practical adventuring skills! [missive to follow] [The parchment was signed by all four founders] ᛕꪀꪖꪜꫀ ꀭꀎ꒒ꍟꉣ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 รภ๏๏кร (knave) (julep) (marigold) (snooks) [the o's of snooks' name were punched out holes] Shop Adventure Mart

Somewhere within the realm of Aevos A young dark elf has a spur of the moment idea to cheer up and prepare those around for a spooky season! (especially in times of war). With a pumpkin on his head and mina in his pockets it starts with C'nor! Just him at first but quickly it turns into a group of 3! They decide to go to hyspia in search of others to spread on the spooky cheer to! NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THE WILL OF THE PUMPKINS! from here there numbers only grow! they rally in the tavern of HAENSE before turning there sights Numendil! Although most of the talking is done for him now hes glad to see the group almost double in size! with even the addition of a GIANT pumpkin wearer! TO PETRA THEY WENT! ALL ON HORSEBACK THEY WENT RIDEING TO PETRA'S GATES....only to find it...locked and empty! Naught to worry! with smiles on there faces and Joy within there hearts they return to C'nor almost quadruple the size of when they first started! By the end. nothing was left but a wooden sign within C'nor's square 'Pumpkin cult' it read... but they where no cult, no crusade. they where just bunch of folks who wanted to spread joy and calibrations but, as the final people returned home HE realised he still has a ways to go. this was to go to ALL of aevos, not to just the few. he was not done Calibrations, joy.... Hope must be spread regardless of status

희망의 순례자 A Ship in the Distance: A hush fell over the city as faint, distant chants reached the ears of the gathering. It was a murmur at first, the steady rhythm of the drums grew louder in unison with the voices that were carried on the fog as a shadow loomed within. Square sails, large and imposing emerged from the thick fog, revealing the silhouette of a strange ship. Its hull was decorated with spikes, like the armor of a great ancient beast. At the bow, a dragon’s head jutted forward, its mouth frozen in a silent roar devouring the waves beneath it. The ship glided into the lagoon, the waves parting for the tortoise ship as it cut through the water, pushed not by wind but by the quiet rhythm of its oars. Salamdeul depiction of the Numendian cliffs The people of Numenost gathered along the edge of the square, drawn by the spectacle. The ship came to a halt with a groaning creak, its sides lined with dark cannon mouths that peered out from inside the vessel. From its stern, a procession of rowboats were lowered into the water, each carrying figures cloaked in flowing robes and shining armor. Warriors disembarked first, followed by monks and shrine maidens in colorful ceremonial attire. They started to make their way to the gate in unison, a parade of umbrellas and banners unfurling over them, their vivid colors shining in the thick, gray air. Flutes, drums and prayers accompanied the parade up the cliffside and to the gate. A Call to Arms: The music came to a slow stop as a monk dressed in white stepped forth to those gathered at the gate. Tension filled the air as he spoke, first in a foreign language before switching to common. “The call has been answered. The order of the Black Tortoise has come, as once the children of Harren aided us in expelling 저주받은 기 원숭이 왕국 - The Hou-zi plague from the lands of Won and liberated us from the Li-Ren Imperials.” The monk paused, letting his word hang in the air like a long-forgotten tale, before speaking again. “Now, we return the debt. We come to stand besides our western kin, in this righteous crusade against the darkness that looms to the east. The Salamdeul have come to join in the Robertine Crusade!” The words of the monk were followed by a flurry of drums, chants and celebration from the Salamdeul parade, the Easterling Adunians finally reuniting with their long lost siblings.

[X] “Riverside dusk, daylight’s pale remains, a sanctuary.” Penned by Lady Faeleth-Naoise Pádraigin O’Rourke On the 9th of the Amber Cold, Year 200 SA FOREWORD “ It has been brought to light that amongst the guards of Númenost do those donn capes of green trimmed with gold. Where an eagle dons the cloak, do THE ELENDÂRI, THE KNIGHTLY ORDER OF ILDON makes itself known to the Realm. Where they fall under the crest of Al’Ildic, honoring House O’Rourke and serving under the crimson banner of the Exilic Kingdom of Numendil. Within the serenity of the Fiefdom of Al’Ildic, the ELENDÂRI seek to find many more a warrior, to protect, and safeguard those seeking sanctuary upon the peaceful fields and riverside of Al’Ildic. So, does the House O’Rourke share the name of THE ELENDÂRI, welcoming those who seek Knighthood, Faith, and the hearth of a place many call, ‘Home’.” THE ELENDÂRI Emerging in the lands of Numendil, THE ELENDÂRI seeks to serve the Fiefdom of Al’Ildic that rests across the river of the neighboring Kingdom of Petra. Where the water runs and the Kingswoods stalk proudly along the borders of Al’Ildic, much adversity, and threat lurks upon her peaceful doorstep. THE ELENDÂRI inspired by the assiduousness of ELENDIL patrons, strive to pursue and uphold the virtues of protection, justice, vengeance, and loyalty. Under the aegis of authority within THE ELENDÂRI, ‘PERSEVERANCE, OBEDIENCE and JUSTICE’ are called upon those who wear the vert green and gold. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ PERSEVERANCE While the motto, OUR BLOOD OVER ALL calls upon those who bear the name O’Rourke to uphold and preserve the honor and dignity of their bloodline, it also beckons those in the face of misfortune to persist even amid the toils and spoils of bleeding crimson. To seek to finish a quest to its end, to hunt those who seek solace in the darkness, and to protect those who weep for the peacefulness of the haven: of these do THE ELENDÂRI uphold even despite the challenges that may cross their blades and chest plates. OBEDIENCE Being either a Knight or Soldier under THE ELENDÂRI does the CODE OF CHIVALRY still administer, upholding the Oath and displaying the diligence to follow these guide many of the deeds of a commendable warrior. Obedience to what has been vowed elevates and separates those who fall into cowardice, ignorance, and betrayal. It is by this solemn pledge that failing to uphold these vows is to dishonor the name O’Rourke and, even more - dishonors the one who had caused such a transgression. JUSTICE The paramount virtue of justice is what guides many O’Rourke and ELENDÂRI. It is the duty of THE ELENDÂRI to confront and correct any wrongdoings. Whether it is against the Church and GOD, against Al’Ildic, or the Kingdom of Numendil, upholding justice requires those to respond to the voices of the marginalized with their blade and their tongue. HIERARCHY & RANKS For the House of Rourke, it is more common for the leaders or the main hierarchy of ranks to be headed matriarchically, honoring and paying homage to the women who have proven themselves worthy of leadership roles within the history of House O’Rourke. Even so, any soldier who strives for greatness and proves the betterment of self can ascend the ranks within THE ELENDÂRI. BEGINNING WITH LORD/LADY O’ROURKE OF THE GREEN HAVENS, THE RANKS ARE AS FOLLOWS: CEANNASAÍ OF THE ELENDÂRI KNIGHTLY COMMANDER - Currently : Ser Baralin the Bold ( @Cass_the_Scribe) The Cennasaí of the Elendâri is a Knight chosen for their exceptional skill, their unwavering perseverance, and their proud sense of justice within the ranks of the Order. They are entrusted with executing the commands of the Lord/Lady O’Rourke, enforcing obedience and discipline within the Elendâri, and leading the Order, may it be in battle or defense. The role of the Cennasaí is a reflection of trustworthiness within the Knight regarding the reigning Matriarch/Patriarch of Al’Ildic. The Cennasaí serves as the right hand of the O’Rourke and as such, they are held in the highest regard and respect within the Ranks of Elendâri. KNIGHTS OF ILDON KNIGHTS OF THE GREEN HAVEN The Knights of Ildon, or ‘Knights of the Green Haven’ are the sworn protectors of those who cry, “Sanctuary”. These Knights are chosen for their militaric strength, and dedication to the practice of the CODE OF CHIVALRY, and are the striving goal for those who seek the call of Knighthood within the Elendâri. They are encouraged to be the guardians and guides of their Squires - Passing down their knowledge and wisdom to the aspirants who search for the valor of Knighthood. Should the knights wish, they are welcomed to don the House O’Rourke’s colors of vert green and shining gold - a testament to their new growth and prestige within the Ranks of the Elendâri. SÁIRSNT SERJEANTS These soldiers, the Sáirsnt, are those who are in charge of keeping order, and most importantly protecting those of Al’Ildic. The Sáirsnt are officers who employ their militaristic services to the public, aiding those in need of assistance in their day-to-day life in the hearth of the fiefdom. Whether it be a quest or a mere task of hauling commerce, Sáirsnt direct these pursuits with pride. Maintaining the order and serenity of the ‘Ildon’ (Sanctuary) of the land is no easy feat, for they guide those below their ranks. Most especially Tiarna Captaens proving capability and potential in joining their rank. TIARNA CAPTAEN(S) CAPTAIN(S) Tiarna Captaens are aspirants striving to join the ranks of Sáirsnt, pursuing the ambitions and responsibilities of an officer. Often following in a Serjeant’s footsteps, Tiarna Captaens are chosen for their drive for justice and dedication to serving the Fiefdom of Al’Ildic. They will often aid their Sáirsnt in quests as their right hand or reinforcements, supporting in whatever is needed to complete their endeavors smoothly. DALTAÍ SQUIRES & FOOTMEN Aspirants of Knighthood and all things noble, Daltaí are taken in by a Knight of Ildon by their fourteenth summer or so in pursuit of rising the ranks. Those eager to undertake the trials and tribulations of chivalry undergo training and lessons constructed by their knightly mentor. The challenges the Daltaí face, test their courage, wit, and commitment to serving those before themselves. The virtue of selflessness will be provoked by the greed of praise and indulgence of fame. Only the altruistic will prevail. GUARDS Tasked with protecting, guarding, and providing those who seek the haven of Al’Ildic, Guards are most especially prominent within the ranks of Elendâri. These soldiers are not knighted but have sworn to protect the fiefdom. Undergoing training, they follow the orders of those above their rank. Though many stagnate at this stage, those determined to prove themselves through their actions and words will find themselves rewarded. RECRUITS Yet to prove themselves amid discord, Recruits are those who wish to join the Elendâri - often taking on tasks and rigorous training given by their upper ranks to demonstrate their merit within the Order. Rarely do many spend their time as recruits, as those ambitious to join the Knightly Order of Ildon are easily recognized for their prowess. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ HOUSE ARMOR: TO BE UPDATED. . . FOR THOSE ENLISTING ASPIRANTS For those wishing to enlist in THE KNIGHTLY ORDER OF ILDON, send a bird to either: Lady Maeril-Emgliana of Al’Ildic, ( @Cally) Ser Baralin the Bold, The Master of Arms ( @Cass_the_Scribe) Ser Edwyn of Al'Ildic ( @Bones) Lady Faeleth-Naoise O’Rourke ( @jihyunah) Or, fill out an application / head to Al’Ildic or Númenost. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SIGNED, LADY FAELETH-NAOISE PÁDRAIGIN O’ROURKE Heiress of House O’Rourke, Master of Al’Ildic Commerce, Consigliere of House O’Rourke Daughter of Elias’ Point and Erin’s Holdfast, Physician of the Númenost Clinic LADY MAERIL-EMIGLIANA MAEYA O’ROURKE High Lady of Al’Ildic, Matriarch of House O’Rourke, Lady of Elias’ Point and Erin’s Holdfast, Court Musician of Númenost, Templar of the Archaengul Malchaediel and Knight of the Realm LORD AMATHAL-EDWYN ISOVAR STAFYR-O’ROURKE High Lord of Al’Ildic, Templar of the Archangel Malchediael, and Knight of The Realm

ON HARRENITES, FLAME, AND FLESH: A PRISONER’S THESIS OPENING PRAYER FROM THE VENERABLE FATHER PACO DO I RECITE THIS PRAYER TO SAINT NAFISUS THEODERNESIS, LORD VANDALORE OF VANDORIA. ‘Creator of man, overseer of all things right, Whose powers none can resist, Save and deliver us, we beseech, From the hands of our enemies, By granting us dominion over them, Show us the path to victory, That we might produce it in Your undying name. AMEN’ PRAEFATIO I FEEL MY GRIP ON SANITY LOOSEN WITH EVERY ACHING YEAR I SPEND IN THIS BLASTED SQUARE OF CELLS. I KNOW NO TALK BUT THE TALK OF THE STREETS, INFINITE STRANGERS I WILL NEVER MEET. I KNOW NO HAND BUT THE HAND THAT SLIPS FOOD TO ME. I KNOW NO GUARD, BEYOND THE JINGLING OF MY DOOR. I KNOW NO SUN BEYOND THE LIGHT THAT TRICKLES IN FROM MY BARRED WINDOWS. AND YET, I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE ENLIGHTENED. WITHOUT ENLIGHTENMENT, WE ARE NOTHING. I LIVE AS A HERMIT. I TAKE THE DIET OF THE EXALTED, I REFUSE TO EAT ANYTHING BUT CABBAGE, PUSHING IT STEADFASTLY BACK ACROSS MY DOOR. AND SO, THROUGH THE ADVICE GIVEN TO ME BY HIS HOLINESS, I FIND RESUMPTION IN WISDOM THROUGH GOD AND HIS PROPHETS. I FIND RESUMPTION OF SANITY IN THEIR IMITATION. ALL THE SAME I KNOW I GROW DETACHED FROM THE LIFE I ONCE LIVED. HERMITAGE IS NOT A FEAT, NOTHING TO BOAST OF. IT IS UTTER AND COMPLETE DEVOTION TO THAT WHICH YOU SET YOUR MIND TO: GOD. I LIVED TWENTY FIVE YEARS AS A MONASTIC. I WILL LIVE TWELVE MORE AS A TRUE ONE. IRONICALLY, CRUELLY, IT IS MY YOUTH I DREAM OF NOW. OF ANTONIUS HARREN’S REJECTION OF ME AS A SQUIRE. MY BLIND DESIRE TO BE A KNIGHT WAS WORLDLY. IT WAS NOT, HOWEVER MUCH I MAY HAVE PRATED IT WAS, A GODLY ONE. I DID NOT YEARN TO SERVE GOD. I YEARNED TO BE A KNIGHT. IT WAS ONLY THROUGH HUMILITY, EXILE, PAIN, AND SECLUSION, THAT I DID FIND GOD - IN MY SLEEP. I SAW THE ACCURSED LANRE CERUSIL SLAIN BY RAGUEL, AND I KNEW MY REQUIRED VOCATION FROM THEN ON. IT WAS MY DUTY, WITHOUT PAY, WITHOUT FOOD, WITHOUT STEAD, TO SERVE THE LORD GOD AND DO AWAY THESE HERETICS THAT DARED EXIST ON HIS PLANE. I WAS THE SOLE MAN OF A DEAD ORDER, AND YET IT DID NOT MATTER. MY SERVICE WAS TO GOD, AND GOD CAN NEVER BE DEAD, FOR HE IS GREATER THAN DEATH. MY CHAPTER MASTER HAD LONG ABANDONED ME - THIS CHAPTER MASTER WHO EVEN NOW, DECADES LATER, INVOKES WAR. DEATH. HE SEEKS TO ROB THE VERY GIFT GOD GRANTED US FROM THOSE WHO WOULD OPPOSE HIM. BUT, THIS DESIRE WAS GODLY, EVEN IF IT WAS GROUNDED IN WORLDLY AMBITION. TEMPLAR TAUGHT BY OIJIN - YOU KNOW YOUR OWN NAME. I THINK, MORESO, OF MY COMPANY IN MY YOUTH. THE MALINITES I SURROUNDED MYSELF WITH. KNOW THIS, GLORIA THRICEBLOOD. KNOW THIS, ADUNIANS. KNOW THIS, ANTONIUS, WHO I AM ETERNALLY INDEBTED TO FOR HIS EFFORTS, EVEN IN VAIN, TO REDEEM MY NAME TO THE TAR. IT WAS NOT TO BE. I AM PAN SLAWOMIR LIS. I AM THE LEPER KNIGHT. AND SO, WHEN I CLEAVED STEIN’S HEAD - STONE, OR WHATEVER FALSE NAME HE TOOK - FROM HIS BODY IN THE WHITE CITY, I LET ILDRIUNN DIE. I TOOK UP MY VOCATION AS A SERVANT TO GOD, THAT I SERVE HUMBLY, THAT I SERVE WITHOUT PRAISE, THAT I SERVE TO MY OWN PERIL. KNOW THIS, ADALFRIEDE, THAT MY IMPRISONMENT IS ONLY JUST SO LONG AS MY THOUGHTS ARE MY OWN. KNOW THIS, THAT INJUSTICE IS THE REFUSAL OF JUSTICE. KNOW THIS, THAT YOU REFUSE ME JUSTICE. TAKE MY TONGUE. GOD’S WILL SHALL GRANT IT BACK, AS IT DID MY EYES, AS IT DID MY LEGS, AS IT DID MY ARM. BUT THIS IS THE PERIL I ACCEPTED, AND SO THIS PERIL I ACCEPT. DREAMS OF IDUNIA (turnermohan) IT WAS IN THIS SCRUTINY OF MY PAST THAT I DID GLEAM THE PAST BEYOND IT. THE PAST IS STATIC, UNCHANGING, AND YET INFINITELY EXPLORABLE. I RECALL THE TEXTS OF THE SCHOLARIUM. I RECALL THE TEXTS OF THE BOWIES. I RECALL THE HERETIC FAITH PREACHED TO ME BY AL-ILLDIC, MY HOMESTEAD WHOSE NAME’S SIGNIFICANCE I DID NOT KNOW UNTIL MY SCHOLARLY READINGS AND INVESTIGATIONS. IT WAS IN THIS THOUGHT I DREAMT AGAIN. I DREAMT OF KILTS, I DREAMT OF SHAMANS, I DREAMT OF DRUII, AND IN MY SLUMBER, I GREW ENRAGED. FOR THE SIN OF HARREN WAS NOT THE LAYING WITH SARAI, FOR THIS HE WAS NOT ACCOSTED; THE SIN OF HARREN WAS REFUSING HIS VOCATION FROM GOD. HARREN CHOSE PERSONAL WORLDLY AMBITION OVER HIS PROPHETIC STATION. THE SIN OF HARREN WAS WORSHIP OF HIMSELF, OF THE TALLEST OF HIS TRIBE. THIS SIN, IT SERVES ONLY TO ENRAGE THE RIGHTEOUS. BUT THE SIN OF THE HARRENITES ONLY GREW AND FESTERED THERE FORTH. IN THE BLIND IGNORANCE TOWARD GOD, THEY WERE WHISPERED TO BY SAULICANS AND IBLEESIANS ALIKE, SERVANTS OF THE FOREST, DEMONS OF THE TREES. AND SO, THE HARRENITES STRAYED FURTHER AND FURTHER FROM THE HORENITE, GODLY IMAGE ALL MAN ARE MADE OF, AND APPROACHED THE MALINITE. THEY SOOK TO ABANDON THE COVENANT OF PURITY, AND THOSE WEAK WILLED AMONG THEM ANSWERED. BUT THIS CHURCH WAS WEAK, FOR THIS CHURCH WAS FALSE. ONLY LOST ADUNIANS - EXILES - DARE PREACH IT STILL. AND WHEN THEY DO, HERETICS, KNOW THAT IT SHALL BE THE BLADE OF A NUMENEDAN THAT SEVERS YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR BODY, AS I DID STEIN. FOR IT IS FOOLISH TO WORSHIP THE CREATIONS OF GOD INSTEAD OF ITS ALMIGHTY, WHOLE GLORY. YOU CONSUME BREAD, BREAD FROM FLOUR, FLOUR FROM GRAIN, GRAIN FROM WHEAT, WHEAT FROM EARTH, AND EARTH FROM GOD. WHY WOULD YOU WORSHIP ANY STEP BETWEEN, AND NOT THE FIRST, NOT THE GREATEST PROGENITOR? THE NATURE OF THE BIRTH OF OUR PEOPLE AND OUR EXISTENCE IS ONE QUITE WELL KNOWN. COMBAT, BETWEEN SARAI AND HARREN, UNTIL THERE WAS COMBAT NO MORE, BUT LOVE BETWEEN PEOPLES. OUR VERY ORIGIN IS SIN, BUT SIN SEEMINGLY FORGIVEN. DESPITE HIS SIN, DESPITE HIS TRIBE’S SIN, GOD IN HIS MERCY DEMANDED ONLY PENANCE THROUGH SERVING HIM, IN THE VOCATION HARREN WAS PROMISED. OUR ORIGINS ARE INTERTWINED WITH THIS SIN, AND THIS REBELLION, AND THIS REFUSAL OF GOD’S GIFT. AND YET, THROUGH GOD’S WILL, AND GOD’S WILL ALONE, WE CONTINUE TO EXIST. FOR, WERE WE NOT THE PEOPLE OF THE HOLY CITY? DID WE NOT LIVE BETWIXT THE TOWERS? WE EXIST MIRACULOUSLY, THROUGH THE WILL OF THE LORD GOD. WE ARE THE CHOSEN PEOPLE FOR THE FOURTH EXALTED. THE TRUE HEIR OF HOREN TO REPLACE THE FALLEN ONE. WE EXIST MIRACULOUSLY THROUGH GOD, AND THUS WE ARE HIS CHOSEN PEOPLE. GOD DID NOT STRIKE OUR LINEAGE DOWN. THOUGH DEFILED IN OUR PAST SIN, OUR PEOPLE WERE GOOD ONCE. OUR PEOPLE WERE DIGNIFIED, ROYAL, PRIESTLY, KINGLY, AND EXIST SOLELY THROUGH THE LORD’S DESIRE. FOR AS THERE WERE THREE SONS OF FLESH, SO TOO ARE THERE THREE SONS OF SPIRIT: ONE OF GODWIN, ONE OF JOREN, AND ONE OF HARREN, YET TO ARRIVE. OWYN’S ROLE WAS NOT TO TAKE UP THE MANTLE HARREN REFUSED, BUT RATHER TO PURIFY THE SIN HE INVOKED UPON HIS TRIBE. OWYN WAS THE PURIFIER, NOT THE HEIR. AND SO CAME THE FIRST SON OF SPIRIT, SON OF JOREN. FOR THERE WERE THREE SONS OF FLESH, AND SO TOO ARE THERE THREE SONS OF SPIRIT: ONE OF GODWIN, ONE OF JOREN, AND ONE OF HARREN, YET TO ARRIVE. GODFREY’S ROLE WAS NOT TO TAKE UP THE MANTLE HARREN REFUSED, BUT RATHER TO RESTORE THE KINGDOM, TO REFORGE THE MANTLE FOR HIS BROTHER TO TAKE. FOR THERE WERE THREE SONS OF FLESH, AND SO TOO SHALL THE THIRD SON OF SPIRIT COME, ONE OF HARREN, YET TO ARRIVE. AND HIS ROLE WILL BE THE ROLE OF HEIR, AND HE WILL TAKE UP THE MANTLE THAT OWYN, SCION OF JOREN, PURIFIED, THE MANTLE THAT GODFREY, SCION OF GODWIN, REFORGED. FOR HARRENITE REDEMPTION HENRY A HARPER I ROT AND LANGUISH UNWILLINGLY IN THIS CELL FOR VARIOUS WORKS I MADE TALKING TO THE REDEMPTION OF THE AZDRAZI OF TOR’PRAETH. I SHUNNED, THEN, AND STILL, THOSE OF SHIROHEBI, AND OTHER CLIQUES, AND I SHUN NOW, THAT OF TOR’PRAETH. I SHUN THEM FOR THEIR HERESY, DESPITE THE FALSE VIRTUOUS MISLED AMONG THEM. FOR, THE SAVING OF MAN DOES NOT COME THROUGH OPENING ITS ARMS TO A KOBOLD, BUT TO HIMSELF. THE OWYNFLAME, FLAME, AND FIRE THAT THE AZDRAZI PERVERT AS HOLY SIGNS OF THEIR OWN MORTAL KING OFFERS INFINITELY MORE REDEMPTION TO THE ADUNIANS, AND THE LINE OF HARREN, THAN IT EVER COULD TO THE MOLOCHSPAWN. THE MERE FACT THAT THEIR DEVILISH NATURE CAN BE CONCEALED, AND OFTEN IS, IS IRREFUTABLE PROOF OF ITS EVIL. WHY HIDE SOMETHING, IF IT IS GOOD? THIS SAME POINT HIS HOLINESS BROUGHT UP WHEN I REFUSED TO SIGN THESE VERY WORKS. I USED A PSEUDONYM, FOR, DEEP DOWN, I KNEW THEY WERE FLAWED. REDEMPTION, AS MY NAMESAKES WOULD SAY, AND AS I WOULD SAY, MUST COME THROUGH ACTION. A HOLY ACTION TO REDEEM THE LINE OF HARREN FROM THEIR PROGENITOR’S INACTION. THE OWYNSFLAME MUST BE EMBRACED, AND USED FOR THIS HOLY ACTION, AND NOT PERVERTED AND TWISTED AS THE AZDRAZI DO. THEIR FIRE IS USED TO SELFISH ENDS, TO CREATE UNHOLY WEAPONS THAT ONLY TOOLS, AND THINGS OF WAR, AND ONLY WAR, WOULD EVER NEED. THAT IS NOT THE PURPOSE OF FIRE. IT IS TO CLEANSE, TO PURIFY, AND TO REDEEM. THIS REDEMPTION IS OURS. IT IS HARRENITE. THE MERCYFLAME BURNS IN OUR HEARTS, THIS FLAME OF GOD. IT IS OUR MANDATE, SONS OF HARREN, TO CORRECT THE ERRORS OF PREDECESSORS. GOD CHOSE US TO IMBUE THE OWYNSFLAME WITHIN: THIS IS THE HEARTFIRE THE PAGANS TWISTED AND BASTARDIZED INTO THEIR OWN HERETIC FAITHS. I RECALL TO YOU THE RED FAITH: A WORSHIP OF FIRE. IT IS NO COINCIDENCE THAT THE NORLANDERS, AND THE ADUNIC HIGHLANDERS OF OLD SHARE CULTURAL TRADITIONS. ROUGH, RUGGED MEN OF THE NORTH, WERE FIRST US. WE WERE THE FIRST NORLANDERS, OUR HERETIC ANCESTORS. AND SO IT WAS US, AND OUR FLAME, THE FLAME OF GOD, THE MERCYFLAME, THAT THE RED FAITH WORSHIPS. THEY SAY, ‘The Allfather has saved us with his flame!’, BUT IT IS NO ALLFATHER. IT IS GOD. GOD WHICH SAVED YOU IN EXILE. GOD WHICH GAVE YOU HIS MERCYFLAME. GOD WHICH YOU DENY, YOU REJECT, SO FERVENTLY AS OUR ANCESTORS DID. YOUR REDEMPTION IS NULL THROUGH YOUR BREAKING OF OUR LINEAGE, THROUGH YOUR ELECTION OF MALINITE LEADERS, THROUGH YOUR CONTINUED REJECTION OF THE LORD GOD. HERESIARCH, I NAME YOU, HIGH KEEPER. IT WAS THE OWYNFLAME, THE MERCYFLAME, THAT SAVED YOUR PEOPLES FROM EXTINCTION, AND YET YOU WORSHIP IT AS IF ANOTHER GRANTED THAT FIRE UNTO YOU. WHERE IS YOUR ALLFATHER? HOW HAS HE APPEARED? WHAT HAS HE MADE? NOTHING. ONE SAULICAN, AMONG AN ALREADY IBLEESIAN-TAINTED GROUP OF HARRENITES, WHISPERED HIS NAME INTO THEIR EARS, AND FROM THERE WAS YOUR FAITH BORN. IN MISINTERPRETING YOUR SALVATION AS LINKED TO FALSE GODS AND LESSER PATRONS, INFINITELY LESSER ASPECTS OF THE LORD GOD, EVEN WORSE, NONEXISTENT ONES, YOU HAVE REPEATED HARREN’S ORIGINAL SIN. YOU HAVE DENIED THE VOCATION GIVEN TO YOU. YOU HAVE PRIORITIZED CONQUEST, DEATH TO THE MAGE, ABOVE YOUR GOD-GIVEN SPIRITUAL DUTY. WOE TO YOU, REJECTORS YE. THE HEARTSFLAME THOUGH OWYN IS RENOWNED FOR THE OATHING OF THE COVENANT OF SPIRIT AND HIS CLEANSING OF EDEL, SO TOO DID OWYN AND HARREN SWEAR A COVENANT OF REDEMPTION. ONE COVENANT THAT, NO MATTER WHAT, NO MATTER HOW GRAVE THE SIN, THE TRIBE OF HARREN WOULD BE REDEEMED BEFORE THE END TIMES. THE FLAMES THAT CONSUMED HARREN’S BODY AND HEART WERE NOT AZDROMOTH, AS I MAY HAVE HERETICALLY PUT FORTH PRIOR, BUT LOVE. THEY WERE LOVE OF A FATHER, LOVE OF A NEPHEW, LOVE OF THE LORD CREATOR GOD. OWYN’S SIN OF KINSLAYING, WAS NOT ONLY THIS, BUT IT WAS WRATH. IN WRATH, OWYN STRUCK THIS THROUGH HARREN’S HEART, PRESERVING HIM FOR ALL ETERNITY. AND SO HARREN WAS SENT TO JUDGEMENT, AND SO HE TOOK HIS PLACE WITH HIS FATHER IN THE SEVEN SKIES. AND SO HE STAYS THERE ETERNALLY, SEPARATED FROM THE SIXTH SKY, FROM HIS FATHER, BUT ALLOWED ETERNAL VIRTUE AND LIFE IN SPIRIT THROUGH THE FLAMES OF LOVE THAT DID PIERCE HIS HEART SO. BUT, THIS VERY LOVE, IS THAT WHICH CONDEMNS HARREN’S TRIBE NOT TO SIN, FOR THE SIN OF THEIR PROGENITOR, BUT RATHER TO THEIR REDEMPTION. AS HARREN ERRED, SO TOO CAN HIS PEOPLE, BUT SO TOO CAN THEY CHOOSE NOT TO ERR. SO TOO ARE THE HARRENITES REDEEMABLE, VIRTUOUS, AND THE CHOSEN PEOPLE. SUCH IS THE COVENANT OF REDEMPTION: THE TRIBE OF HARREN WILL BE REDEEMED THROUGH THEIR VOCATION, AND BEFORE THE END OF TIMES. AND SO MANY TIMES DID THE LORD GOD AND HIS ANGELS, AND HIS EXALTED, AND HIS SERVANTS ATTEMPT TO CORRECT THE HARRENITES, BUT MANY TIMES DID THE HARRENITES FALL STILL TO THE SAULICAN WHISPERS OF THE GREAT DECEIVER. THE LORD GOD DID PLACE THE MERCYFLAME THAT TOOK OUR PROGENITOR INTO ALL OUR HEARTS, AS IT WAS PLUNGED INTO HIS. HE TRIED TO SAVE THE PEOPLE OF THE HOLY CITY, AND YET WE DID NOT LISTEN. WE COMMITTED THE SAME SIN AS OUR FATHER. WE ERRED. WE FELL FROM THE DIGNITY, FROM OUR PRIESTLY, REGAL, NOBLE NATURE INTO PAGANS. WE BECAME LOST, AND WORSHIPED THE TREES, THE SPIRITS, AND ALL THOSE LESSER BEINGS. SUCH IS HOW THE LOST ADUNIANS OF YORE, THOSE HERETIC BOWIES THAT WERE THRUST OUT FROM SOCIETY BY CHOICE AND LACK OF VIRTUE, RATHER THAN THROUGH A NOMADIC LIFESTYLE, DID SPEW FLAME FORTH FROM THEIR CHESTS. THIS, IRREFUTABLY, WAS THE VERY MERCYFLAME THAT TOOK OUR PROGENITOR. AND IT WAS THESE VERY ADUNIANS THAT SERVED AS THE PRECURSOR TO THE NORLANDICS, THAT SERVED AS THE FLAWED PRECURSOR TO THE BOWIES OF THE OLD FAITH STILL TODAY. THOSE THAT LIVE AS PROOF OF HARREN’S SIN, AND ITS LIVELIHOOD. THE PATH FORWARD IS PAVED THROUGH MERCYFLAME. THROUGH OWYNFLAME. THROUGH THE VERY HEARTSFLAME OUR KIN CORRUPTED INTO A VILE INSTRUMENT OF THE SPIRITS. THE ADUNIAN LINE MUST RECLAIM ITS DIVINE VOCATION. WE MUST REBUKE THE SINS OF OUR ANCESTORS, AND STEM THE SIN FROM ITS ROOT: INACTION. WE MUST CORRECT THE MISTAKES OF HARREN AND THE PAGAN DISTORTIONS OF OUR ONCE PRIESTLY CULTURE. THROUGH HOLY ACTION AND PURIFICATION WILL WE BE REDEEMED AND RESTORED TO OUR ORIGINAL PURPOSE. TO SERVE. TO ACT. LUCIEN ☺

What happened to those who weren't there wondering why the server was crashing. (AKA, canonists, orcs, and elfs attack Silasia like Hydrogen Bomb vs. Coughing Baby.) Spoilers: Based @Panchofor making this! Join the fight and save the halflings from annhilation, protect the rest of Aevos from a potential pandemic, and be remembered in one of the most important wars in the history of Aevos!

[!] A missive would appear by bird, spread to the notice boards of Aevos, in all cities, for all to read at their leisure. ISSUED THE 3RD OF THE GRAND HARVEST, IN THE YEAR 196 OF THE SECOND AGE BY THE WILL AND AUTHORITY OF THE RADIANT GUARD War comes. The foes of all that walk in the light—those who savor deep breaths of air rush through the tree, a sip of cool water, and the warmth of a hearth—scheme within their dens. Their schemes have spread across Aevos: through Celia’nor and the Vale, Balian, Petra, and Númendil, Norland, Lurin, and Hohkmat. Roads are strewn with the corpses of those who seek freely and safely. Bandits prowl in the name of coin, while those with darkness in their hearts bow cravenly to stone men. Women are abducted, the fire in their hearts snuffed out, with spikes of ice in their place. The good people of Canondom turn to their Churches, praying to the Creator and the Exalted for deliverance. They cling to the steeples, clawing at holy bricks to escape what comes. The glacial tide creeps higher each day, and with it, good men and women drown. The tide comes from the North on horseback, borne of a pact between those with rime-choked veins and those stained Ibleesian. Their acolytes vary from gargantuan, masked, metallic beings, to twisted, writhing creatures with hives of crawling insects just behind their very eyes. Even more, a pact of Gravelords, their stonemen, and dark-figured followers. Their empty bodies swallow souls to fill a hollow that would consume the world. To them, I declare War. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë has tasked me to deliver justice and retribution upon our foes. Not simply the foes of Númendil, but the foes of all Canondom. The Tar has recognized the great strife and conflict inflicted not only upon myself and my family, but upon the world. I have ventured to their den and survived: my soul taken, my warmth torn from me. I have gazed upon the face of my virtuous daughter, the Reverend Stefaniya, and beheld the wounds inflicted by wicked cruelty. Their words to her, as she lay, eyes ripped from her in their sadism: “We are targeting you because we enjoy it.” I am no shepherd. But it is the duty of the strong to protect our meekest. I call upon the strong to raise their shield arms in the defense of the innocent, and their sword arms to punish the wicked. To the wise, I seek knowledge, that we might find our foe’s hearts. To the faithful, I ask that your prayers shield us. To the ingenious, I ask you to arm us with your tools: bottled flame, dragon’s breath, null-arcana, and your sturdiest hammers. To all, I urge you to find your wrath. Boil with righteous fury. Let that anger become fire. For it is we, the Righteous, who will grind stone to dust, and ice to frost, and scatter them to the dark corners of the world. I have been to their den and survived: my soul taken, my warmth ripped from me. I have been to the mountains in the frozen North and kept my baleful eye upon Lumbridge. I have seen their voidal tears, and the remains of them, all the same. A weapon of cataclysmic proportion has been whispered to me, something pursued by our foes. For the sake of all those who breathe, who drink, who seek warmth, and safety: they must not be allowed to take it. To Naele. To Pompo Perea. To the Gravelords. To the Pale Knights. I seek you. BY ORDER OF, HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, and Templar Justiciar of the Archangel Michael, and Knight of the Realm HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, Arathor Erenion Caranethion of the House Arthalionath, Prince of the Númenaranyë, Ranger of the Aran-în-Eryn, Templar Justiciar of the Archangel Michael, and Knight of the Realm THE HONORABLE, Ser Victor Rorin of the House Tarus, Veteran-Ranger of Númendil, Wildsmen of Garenbrig, and Knight of the Order of the Pyre THE HONORABLE, Ser Eldacar of the House Marsyr, Knight of Numendil, Spear Sergeant of Gwaith Halbarad HIS GRACE, Aerin of the House Marsyr, Arch-Bishop of Idunia

Princess Lôminzil, recognizing the growing uncertainty and discord spreading across the land of Aevos, has seen the struggles of those who have lost their way and are unsure how to move forward. In response, she extends an invitation to embrace a timeless code of conduct—a guide to help you navigate the challenges ahead and find your true path. These laws are not just rules, but seek to serve as a beacon of light in dark times, offering wisdom and strength to those who choose to uphold them. 1. Never Judge a Book by Its Cover: Give everyone a chance to show who they really are before making judgments based on appearance or first impressions. 2. Keep Your Promises: Like heroes in stories, honor your word and commitments. Trust is built on reliability. 3. Help Others in Need: Acts of kindness, big or small, can have a significant impact. Offer a helping hand whenever you can. 4. Be Careful What You Wish For: Think through your desires and decisions, as they may have unexpected consequences. 5. Kindness is Always a Good Choice: Even when others are unkind, choose to respond with kindness. It shows strength and compassion. 6. Believe in the Magic of Possibility: Be open-minded and believe that extraordinary things can happen. Stay optimistic and hopeful. 7. Face Your Fears with Courage: Don’t avoid challenges or fears. Confronting them can lead to growth and discovery. 8. True Beauty Lies Within: Value others for their character, kindness, and integrity rather than their outward appearance. 9. Stay True to Who You Are: Be authentic and embrace your uniqueness. Don’t change who you are to fit in or be liked. 10. Actions Speak Louder Than Words: Let your actions reflect your true intentions. Be reliable and show your care through what you do. 11. Respect All Living Beings: Whether it’s people, animals, or nature, show respect and care for all forms of life. MINUS DARKSPAWN AND EVIL. 12. Challenges are Opportunities to Grow: See obstacles as chances to learn and improve. Don’t be discouraged by setbacks. 13. Use Secrets and Knowledge Wisely: Be careful with the information you have. Don’t use secrets to manipulate or hurt others. 14. True Love and Friendship Cannot Be Forced: Real connections happen naturally. Don’t try to force relationships or feelings. 15. Laughter is a Powerful Tool: Use humor to lighten situations, bring joy, and strengthen your bond with friends. 16. Speak the Truth, But with Compassion: Be honest, but consider others’ feelings. Truth and kindness should go hand in hand. 17. Forgive and Let Go of Grudges: Holding onto anger only hurts you. Practice forgiveness and move forward 18. Cherish and Protect Your Friendships: Like valuable treasures, friendships should be nurtured, respected, and protected. 19. Celebrate Each Other's Successes: Be genuinely happy for your friends when they achieve something. Support and uplift each other. 20. Keep the Wonder Alive: Stay curious, dream big, and don’t lose your sense of wonder, no matter how old you get. And Remember: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝕷𝖔𝖒𝖎 HER ROYAL WHIMSINESS, Lôminzil Aranuiriel of the Royal House Arthalionath, Princess of Númenost, Leader of THE LEGEND CARVERS, The Nightflower

Born the 52th year of the Second Age. Danika was born from a love affair between Gildroc Goldhand and Dagura Ireheart. Her mother abandoned her soon after her birth to live as a free spirit, her father raised her by himself. She didn't even know anything about her mother until she was much older, often hearing the joke that she came from her father's beard. One of the few girls in Urguan, Danika didn't have friends. She had uncles, many uncles. Torsun Goldhand, a distant cousin. Sigrun Ireheart, her father's friend. Alaric Grimgold, a more distant cousin. Rylanor Goldhand, the clan father in her youth. Lonely. Danika was so lonely within the slumbering mountain. Her friends would be her books, and, oh, she had many 'friends'. Hours and hours of reading, totalling to years worth of wasted time. Alone. Daydreaming. She would make stories in her head when she ran out of books to read. Princes and princesses solving the tricks of dastardly beings, saving their loved ones, reunited and happy in the end. A prince finding a princess, happily ever after. Happily ever after. Danika dreamed of a happy ending all her life. A prince to sweep her off her feet. She never knew the comfort of having friends, but, gods, did she wants to know the comfort of family. She wished she could write her own books. And she did. She wrote a singular book, over seventy pages. It was never published. --=+=-- The first loss. A memory now hazy to her due to her young age at the time. All she remembers is seeing her father leave their home one last time, the usual goodbye, the usual kiss to the top of the head. The next, she's being told by Torsun and Sigrun that her father is dead. She was told he shaved his head in shame and killed himself. He never said goodbye. What was she supposed to do? Gildroc was all she had. She became the ward of Sigrun Ireheart. One day, on one of the many days she went to visit his grave... A ghost puppeteered his corpse in front of her eyes, jeering at her. Mocking her. She dreams of his rotting body moving jerkily often. The Second loss. Her entire clan was ashamed. Labelled traitors. Torsun left. Ran off to the humans. Banished. Rylanor was killed. Executed. There was no one left to lead. Clan mother, the youngest in history. She didn't have a choice. Either she takes up the mantle or her clan falls apart. Whispering in her ear was her 'uncle' Alaric Grimgold. In the other ear, the banished Torsun Goldhand. Only a little girl, used as a puppet. She couldn't make her own decisions. She couldn't possibly try. She gave up, of course a little girl would; returned to the protection of her adoptive father. It was then she learned of her mother. Of the fact she was abandoned. Inevitably, Danika returned to a world of make believe. Alone. Daydreaming. --=+=-- It was years before Danika returned to Urguan, leaving her home, what had become her entire world. On her first few days back, she saw old faces, familiar faces. Yet, she didn't see her 'uncle' Torsun. She assumed him banished once more. Fate, it seemed. It was the 173rd year of the Second Age. She happened to meet a Grandaxe girl and the two spoke of books. The two of them approached the first dwarf they saw, asking where the library was. Thurgrim Silverbraid. He led them to the library. Though Danika was standoffish and cold, he made an effort to talk to her. He was different from the dwarves she had known before she hid away. Charming. Immediately, Danika set to making him the prince of all those stories she used to read. Her cold persona shifted to something open and friendly, something she hadn't been in decades. She was the one to ask 'do you want to talk over a drink?' At that very same dinner, or drink, together, Thurgrim learned she was a Goldhand. Immediately, he made her aware of something she had missed. --=+=-- A massacre. Her entire family. Murdered. Everyone. Gone. and... Torsun did it. . .. ... There was nothing she could have done. The last of her clan, a young dwarf named Grimni, took up the mantle of clan father. It was just the two of them left. Them, and Torsun. Out there. Somewhere. Hunting. Danika tries to focus on the task at hand, not the loss of her clan. She supports Grimni as best as she can. When he comes to her with a plan for revenge, she can't possibly convince him to do otherwise. Revenge. He planned to trap Torsun in a pit of all places, lured by the artefacts of their clan. It worked, somehow. Torsun, now a husk of a man, made of metal, fell into the pit, yet he seemed unharmed. Through the gabs in the walls Grimni spoke to him. Through the gaps in the walls Danika spoke to him. He barely spared her a glance, dismissing her. She only chuckled, too weary to try and get a explanation out of him. Nor closure. It was a rough night. Wrought with night terrors, memories, traumatic scenes from her childhood. --=+=-- Moving on. Thurgrim was there for her. They had their first date in the Halfling Shire, overlooking a lake and wheat fields. The sun shone down on them, making his red hair almost appear golden. She hadn't smiled so much in decades. They just talked and talked. Just like she dreamed. A happy ending. They had been together for seven years before he proposed. It was the 180th year of the Second Age. Danika returned from travelling to find out her partner had become the new Grand King. She never thought she could be a Queen. Never. Shocked would be an understatement. Of course, Danika was upset at Thurgrim for not telling her. Yet, he distracted her. By bending the knee and asking her to be his wife. Danika had always dreamed of being a wife to a charming prince. Reality instead brought her a charming Grand King. They were the first married within the new temple of the Grand Kingdom. As King and Queen. The ceremony was sloppily done, to be truthful. Danika had to give her entire ancestry as the officiator had mixed her up with another in the books. But it didn't matter. Because, no matter what, it be a statement of her love to her husband. Grand Queen of Urguan. The few years Thurgrim was Grand King, it felt like there were constant problems. It didn't last long, like most Grand Kings seem to do. When Thurgrim chose to step down, he was interceded and deposed only moments before he could post his own announcement. A grave insult, a slap to the face for the work he had done. Danika didn't love her underground home anymore, especially not with her first child on the way. She didn't want them to be as lonely as she was in her youth. These combined with the return of her 'uncle' Torsun Goldhand, somehow pardoned by the new Grand King and allowed to roam freely, formed the hard decision to finally leave their home. They decided to go to Númendil soon after Danika had her first two children. Twins, Zoriya and Devana, two baby girls. Red haired and hazel eyes. In Númendil her daughters were able to socialise and make friends their own age, like Danika never could. Zoriya was a sociable handful while Devana was placid and quiet. Danika loved her daughters deeply, though she had trouble showing it. She's always had trouble with things like that. When her youngest daughter came, this fault hadn't been fixed. Morana, strawberry blonde and green eyes. Adventurous, wildly so. Another bigger handful than their eldest. Thurgrim was left most of the work while Danika retreated, once more, into a world of fantasy. Not alone. Daydreaming. --=+=-- Danika died on the 12th of Grand Harvest 196 Second Age, aged 144. A loving wife. A mother of four. She had woken up like usual, walked down to find her husband and youngest daughter outside their home. An old friend of Thurgrim's was at the door. They exchanged a brief conversation before Thurgrim pulled her away to talk. An update on the situation in Urguan, affecting his clan. In truth, Danika was more focused on things affecting herself. She cut him short with reassuring words, holding his cheeks as she always would. "Ye'll be fine." "I love ye." A quick kiss and she went to speak to Morana. Danika could admit that she hasn't been the most active mother. It was never something she really pictured herself as, so she didn't acclimate to the role easily. Realising this, Danika wanted to spend time with her youngest daughter. Get to know her. Bond. While they walked along the road out of Númendil together, stopping at times to talk... A figure approached. A demon. "I need more souls... Lets see how the average dwarf measured up." It hissed sinisterly, brandishing a spear, pointed in their direction. Without a second thought, Danika withdrew the sword her husband had given her and stepped before her daughter. "Average?! I am above average at least!" She yelled to the demon, making a joke in the face of grave danger. "Go. Run. Find yer father." She whispered to Morana, watching the girl run away. As soon as she turned back around, she was dead. There was no way in hell that Danika could ever win that fight. In other words, her death was inevitable. --=+=-- Her body, rendered without a head, was brought back to Númendil. Straight to Thurgrim, the love of her life. Shocked into silence, all he could ask was for her to be moved to the clinic. There, she was draped in a pure white cloth, her hand left in the open. Once full of the warmth of life, Thurgrim holds her cold hand. It takes everything in him not to break down. Her daughter, Morana, had witnessed her death. She was brought to the clinic and saw her mother's covered body. Only once Danika's corpse was moved elsewhere did she run to her father. Clinging to Thurgrim's leg, he's forced to focus on comforting his youngest child as opposed to his grief. He takes her hand in his and spoke softly to her, "Ah'm here. Ah'm late- But ah'm here... Ah kept moi promise tae you." "Ah jus' wish it wasn' at th' cost of breakin' another." Running a thumb over her knuckles, remembering the warmth of their last interaction. "Ie love ye too, Dani." His voice threatens to break. "Ah'll never forget you. Or yeh gettin' angry with me... Or any of those times weh spent together." They return home. Thurgrim cleans off the diamond necklance he made for her all those years ago, taken from her corpse. And he gives it to Morana. Something to keep her mother close always. And he takes the wedding ring he made. Something to keep his wife close always. And that is the end of Danika Goldhand Ireheart Silverbraid.

It is no simple nor easy thing to kill a man. This act wears on the soul. For this, I pray GOD forgive me for the justice I hand down and the sentence I cast forth. ON THIS DAY, THE 13th of the DEEP COLD, 195 S.A. The merchant, Marlon Pell, had entered into Numendil. Brazenly, carrying his wares, the man assumed no misdeed nor misgiving. Within the crowd, though, amongst the Numenedain that reside in fair Numenost, upon her arches and in her homes, were two. Amber Mossborn, and myself, Ser Victor Rorin. It was as though the devil were summoned at the mention of his name, a Faustian thing: the duo speaking of the atrocities cast by the man upon them. And so he appeared. The only thing missing was the smell of brimstone, and cloud of sulphuric smoke. Marlon Pell was quickly apprehended and dragged to the Temple Church of St. Caius King. I, Ser Victor Rorin, presided over the hastened trial. Within Numendil, there typically are no trials. But I wished to lay Marlon Pell's sins to bare. Amongst the stone altars, the holy fire and bleached skulls of the Temple, I stood atop an altar and made Amber Mossborn heard. She spoke of the torture inflicted upon her, by Marlon Pell. She spoke of being abducted, and dragged away to be blighted and peeled and enflamed. She attested to his words, as she rode in delirium and daze from pain and suffering upon horseback. His mutterings; "I did what I had to." I gave my recount of events. While I was on an expedition put forth by Marlon Pell, advancing to a ruin he had identified, I traveled with four others. The Druids, Aspen and Widow. The Marshal, Ser Caspian. The Lady, Yera. As we had just begun to piece together the happenings at this ruin, formed our plan, and executed, a horde had arrived. One, I was familiar with. I saw the same faces that hours earlier had stolen my soul and warmth. Our party had scattered like the wind. I was the slowest amongst them: in heavy armor, and, closest to the center so I might help where I could. I would have perished if not for the altar's rumblings: the Skeletons that rose could not discern living from dead, and fought those who arrived, as well as those who fled. As ice chunks soared, steam rolling off the newly formed skewers as their surface met the wet, damp air, I consigned myself to die. Were it not for the infernal plume of hellfire and smoke that bellowed, and the voice that commanded their attention, I know I would be naught but scattered limbs on recycled grave dirt. And so I commanded Marlon Pell dragged to the city square, despite his arguments, and despite his pleas, to be tested as a Darkspawn. So he might die a man, or a monster. I, SER VICTOR RORIN, ON THIS DAY, THE 13th of the DEEP COLD, 195 S.A. CONSIGN AND DOOM the MAN, TO DEATH. His BODY to be HUNG at the FEET from the side of NUMENOST, with a LENGTH OF CORD no longer than FIFTEEN FEET. A KNIFE HANDED TO HIM. TO SWAY until DEATH finds him through EXPOSURE, or the ELEMENTS, or HE TAKE HIS LIFE INTO HIS HANDS, and FLY BACK into the DEPTHS of which he came. So help me GOD. BY ORDER OF, Knight of the Order of the Pyre, Veteran-Ranger of Numendil, Wildsmen of Garenbrig, Huntsmaster and Kingsguard of Balian.

PENANCE FOR A LIE UPON THE TOPIC OF LYING AND SPREADING FALSEHOODS, AND HOW TO REPENT FOR IT, WITH REFERENCE TO THE SCRIPTURES PREFACE To begin a text, thesis, or investigation into any subject, I believe a section as to why the text is being produced is necessary. As such, in any material I publish under my name (or a pseudonym, Adrian of Ascalon) I attach a preface, to explain why I am writing it, and to further allow myself to be challenged. It is fallacious to think of oneself as wise. The more you know, the more you realise you do not know. And so, I invite fellow scholars to do the same: facilitate challenges. Allow your conceived notions to be changed, shifted, corrected - as mine so drastically were. I had intended on writing this piece ever since my confrontation with his Highness Antonius, Crown Prince of the Numenedain outside the steps of the most blessed Cathedral of St-King Caius; I was accosted for a most grievous falsehood I told to two men of an organisation I had previously called home - the Radiant Guard. I know not how these two men found me, considering the seclusion of the keep, but they did. When they did, and saw me through the gates of the Nephilic keep, I told my lie. I was there willingly, as a scholar, as a theologian, as an ally, and yet I lied. I told them, thinking to protect myself, that I had been captured by heralds, and was in dire need of rescue. This was a complete fabrication. I could have left whenever I wanted. I had simply thought to protect myself, and my career - my life - by lying, selfishly disregarding the threats I posed to the two guardsmen, and whomever they rallied, as well as the Azdrazi. They had committed no such sin (kidnapping a monastic), and yet I lied and wedged a further gap between them and Canondom, merely to preserve my name from attribution to their cause (which I threw away only a few days later). Though I do not think such is sufficient penance, apologising, I shall formally do so here regardless. To the Radiant Guardsmen: I apologise. I knew you to be good men, with likely little knowledge of the Nephilim and their ways. I thought by sheltering you, and myself, I was somehow saving you. This, obviously, was some Saulican justification for a thoroughly stupid deception. To the Nephilim: I apologise. I had no right to do what I did, and yet I did. You accepted me, even if sceptically, into your keep, and allowed me to scour your books, take from your philosophy, and challenge your views. What I did implied shame to be in your keep, implied intent of evil on your part - these are both merely extensions of the lie. THE WEIGHT OF THE SIN OF A LIE Within Man there are an indisputable virtuous few senses. Not to murder, not to lay incestuously, not to lie. Lying is dishonest, and dishonesty is inherently evil. Yet, why is it inherent? I propose, and put forward through proof in the Scriptures, that the Lord GOD has placed these inherent values in the Spirit of Man, through his Light. However, GOD has similarly forbidden and shunned the liar through the words spoken unto his Prophets, the Exalted. Though we have no record of such words being spoken unto Horen, words shunning lies, there is ample evidence in the epistles of Owyn and the books of Godfrey that lying is how we Men perceive it: bad, and rotten with Sin. For instance, Owyn admonishes the Jorenites in their namesake epistle, and in Spirit 2:6 speaks of how lies and deceit have created false images of GOD by construing His word with the words of lesser beings. These construances are lies, and so through lies, the Jorenites felt pain, for there is no pain with GOD, but without. And so, through lying, the Jorenites distanced themselves from GOD and brought upon themselves the pain of being far from Him, and His light. Though, like the Deceiver, lying takes many forms. For one, in Gospel 6:44, as Godfrey allows his subjects to worship him as the Body of GOD, as a literal representation of the Creator rather than merely his Prophet, and a Son of Horen - that which he was. Godfrey did not tell his subjects to do such, he never commanded them as king, but he did not correct them either. And thus did Godfrey lie, not through words, but through omission, and so he lied all the same. And so he rebuked his lie all the same, when he grovelled before GOD and begged for forgiveness. And GOD, in his benevolence, did forgive him, acknowledging that as Man, he was flawed, and that his Sin, just like the Sins of all prophets, would be carried forward. Another of the line of Horen, an ancestor of Godfrey, Harren, lied in a different manner. In the Book of Scattering, Harren has forged Idunia as a strong realm, joined with the armies of the Malinites to have the largest army of all of split Man. And it is with this army that Harren does reconquer the Isthmus of Kramoroe. He does this, but only after making a promise to the Aengul Artifai, that after he had conquered the holiest city between the towers of Aemon and Daemon, that he would accept the laurel and horn, and fast in the Grotto of Gramesh for three days, and accept the Lord’s call. And so Harren’s armies, like Krug’s before it, rife with heresies and Malinite perversions, did sweep through the Isthmus of Kramoroe, the holiest city, and Harren and his armies did feast together for days. When the Isthmus of Kramoroe was taken, however, the Aengul Artifai descended again unto the world, and asked of Harren to fast three days in the Grotto of Gamesh once more. And yet again, Harren delays - this is his lie. Clearly, Harren never held intent to take his father’s mantle and become a prophet of the Lord GOD. Instead, he was content to live among liars, heathens, and twisters of His Light, and so he lied too to the true servants of the Lord GOD. And so, when Harren did eventually venture to the Grotto of Gamesh, it was with a lie at his heart. Harren never wanted to become the Prophet, and to accept, and break his promise, was to lie. We can see the weight of Harren’s sin when his nephew Owyn Godwinson comes to his hall later in his life, illuminated in His Light. Though death was not his penance as judged by the Lord GOD, and was instead punishment brought upon him through Sinful kinslaying. However, Harren is, upon Owyn’s entry, with His light around him, blinded. This is his penance for his rejection of the Lord GOD, and his lies - to be blinded by His Light. Whether the blinding was due to his rejection of the Creator, or his lies, is up to interpretation. I, for one, believe that Harren was blinded as a liar because he saw His truth, and was so overcome with His light, that the Creator blinded him, so he may only ever see truths - the Lord GOD’s truth - again. PENANCE I was instructed to write this reflective piece by Sister Clover, a Curial Officer, and secretary of his Holiness, the High Priest Fleeper I. As a monastic, she was hierarchically unfit to deliver me penance as I confessed my Sin to her, and as a Curial Officer and a long serving devotee of Fleeper-Artorius, I take the penance she serves onto me as valid, or valid enough to guide me until a priest can properly see my confessional. This piece, this investigation of the faith: this is my penance. However, I do not think this piece is sufficient; I think soon, I must blind myself as valid penance for my lies, which could have risked sparking renewed Inquisition, and the death that would surely come to pass with such a thing. I implore, again, all scholars of the faith to reach out and talk to me about this subject, as it is only through the challenging of our ideals that we strengthen them, and our resolve. I make every act I make, and every word I say, with conviction. HOLY SER LUKAS VON BERKHOVEN, the ‘Apsinthion’, GRANDMASTER OF THE ORDER OF THE DRAKEGUARD OF THE BLESSED BASIL

Warning, Naughty words! FROM THE FIEFDOM OF GARENBRIG PENNED ON THE 12TH OF THE DEEP COLD, YEAR 181 OF THE SECOND AGE More Heralds travel from the cliffs of Garenbrig’s borders, bearing another message. “From here on, let it be known that the Levy of Garenbrig is no more. The Fiefdom of Garenbrig shall henceforth be protected and manned by the Knightly Order of the Pyre. In a land bordering the great Aran-In-Eryn, or “Kingswood”, the need of warriors of Noble Stock has been deemed increasingly necessary. Suffering adversity from Cultists, their dark gods, great beasts, poachers and undead, the safety of the Town of Garenbrig is under question, as is that of the rest of Aevos. Thus, the newly dubbed “Knights of the Pyre”, or the “Order of the Pyre” shall begin building its rank to serve this purpose, to protect the peoples of Garenbrig from the threats that lurk in the dark corners of the world. Therefore, if you are interested in Knighthood, Holy Purpose, and the Slaying of Fiends, look no further.” Enclosed on the messenger’s parchment, of which he hands out, reads the following information: THE KNIGHTS OF THE ORDER An order of Guardians, Hunters, and Errantry The Knights of the Pyre, their namesake taken from the sigil of House Glennmaer, serves the Fiefdom of Garenbrig, vassal land of Numendil, bordering the Kingswood, along with the Church as a whole, as most orders do. An Order of Courageous soldiers, Knights, and aspiring squires, the Order of the Pyre prides themselves on their keen and ready ability to slay great beasts, and swathes of the servants of Iblees. The Tower-Pyre symbolizes not only the enduring nature of the order, and the house it belongs to, but also the purity of GOD’s flame, and a shining beacon that all may flock to when in need. The Order sigil consists of the same Sigil as house Glennmaer, now serving as their official order of Knights, to represent the enduring Light of the Pyre regardless of its surroundings. Green is used as a primary color for Uniforms, signifying the good green land that GOD granted the Descendants. Red is it's secondary shade, signifying the Owynist practices and Origins of the Order. Being a Knightly Order of Numenedain origin, it follows three simple rules as part of its Dogma: I. Follow the Scrolls, and take to heart the word of GOD. II. Follow the Code of Chivalry, be you Knight or Soldier. III. Hunt the beast wherever it hides. No corner of the Realm is to be left without the Light. As alluded to within the dogma, the Duty of a Pyre soldier, Knight or not, is to make their name through the guardianship of Garenbrig, by hunting any servants of the dark within their fiefdom, and bordering lands. Whether it be sprites and pixies swapping babies in the crib, or goliaths that threaten the land with their thunderous gravity, it is the duty of the order to be rid of them, swiftly and without fear. RANKINGS AND TRAPPINGS The Knightly Order of the Pyre consists of Four ranks. I. Initiates Recruits of the Order, yet to prove themselves in a conflict. Armed with lighter arms and armor to facilitate training and conditioning. This rank serves as a trial of sorts, and soldiers rarely spend much time as an Initiate. II. Man-At-Arms / Wardens Infantry Soldiers of the Order, who are not knighted, but are trained and oathed to service. These soldiers receive full gear in the form of Coats-of-Plate / Brigandine, various weaponry, shields, rations, and of course, a Saint’s-Weekly pay. If a Man-At-Arms does not bear the title of “Squire”, their duties do not include the dressing and serving of Knights, for they are merely expected to follow their orders and learn from them. Wardens are akin to Men-At-Arms, though equipped more-so for ranged combat, scouting, and hunting. In terms of ranking, however, Wardens are on par with Men-At-Arms, with the single exception being the Lord-Warden. This is mostly assumed considering Lord-Warden must be a Knight to take that role. III. Squires Squires are existing soldiers or younger peoples that have been taken under the wing of a Knight. It is their duty to fight alongside the Men-At-Arms, of which they may have been a part of originally, whilst also shadowing a Knight. They must assist their Knight with their arms and armor, and accompany them on business and in battle, to learn the ways of the Knight, Etiquette, and the Code of Chivalry first hand. Men-At-Arms promoted to being a Squire often spend little time as one, as most of their training will have been done as a Man-At-Arms, barring the teachings of the Code, Scrolls, Etiquette and Heraldry. IV. Knights Soldiers who have proven themselves, and taken it upon themselves to learn the ways of the Knight, according to the recommended and widely accepted list of training that all Numenedain squires undergo. These men and women are often Knighted after a loyal, decently lengthy service, for displaying excellence. Once Knighted, they are given the appropriate Plate armor of Garenbrig, and provided with their own Heraldry, either to their specific likings or chosen by the Lord of Garenbrig, whichever is preferred. Ranking System Initiate Man-At-Arms Squire ((Skin Colors Dependent on Character House)) Knight ((Skin Colors Dependent on Character House)) Knight Commander ((Skin Colors Dependent on Character House)) Lord/Lady PRACTICE Whilst the Order of the Pyre isn’t a church-based Order, it still aims to serve GOD primarily, along with the Kingdom of Numendil, through acting as a protection from wayward evils. To this end, the Knights take up a Crusade-like practice of “Going Errant” on a regular basis. Banding together as a single host to scour the lands of Numendil, and perhaps further abroad, to hunt and purge the Dark, be they servants of Iblees or Otherwise. To this end, all are given training with the Lance, and Horse, so that they may more efficiently make their searches. Along with riding and lance training, they will also be instructed on how to combat various beasts and evils, according to the current Numenedain standard, and how to “test” for Darkspawn. DEEDS Members of the Order, be they Knight, Man-At-Arms, or Initiate, are all entitled to their own scroll. These scrolls record every deed that a member has enacted. The slaying of beasts, the ousting of Darkspawn, the saving of a Life. Anything noteworthy is forever recorded in their scroll, with numerous copies created, allowing their name to gain fame and glory across Aevos, and not just in the halls of Formindon. Members are also entitled to display their trophies in the sanctum of Formindon, where they can be seen by any and all members of the order, in whatever state they wish to display said trophies in. Unless they leak blood (or similar) down the walls. ENLISTING To enlist within the order, contact Lord Glyndwr of Formindon / Aer Llewyn Or, fill out an application / stop by Garenbrig.

Synod on Homophilic Matrimony Answering the Four Canonist Princes 8th of the Amber Cold, 168 S.A. Dear brothers and sisters in faith, Recently, Queen Catherine of Petra, Queen Sybille of Balian, Tar-Caraneth of Numendil and Viceroy Cesar of Hyspia published a declaration titled 'Four Canonist Princes on Marriage', which many of you will have undoubtedly read. To the relief of some and the disappointment of others, we hereby announce that the Canonist Church will not go along with the decision of these rulers. It is not their prerogative to make decisions on key elements of our faith such as which people can be joined together in the sacrament of matrimony, especially not considering that these "Four Canonist Princes" completely went behind the Church's back in this decision of theirs, save for the consultation of Monsignor Enrico Amadeus. As it stands, the Canonist Church does not condone homophilic matrimony - also known as 'same sex marriage'. It is a direct violation of Canon Law, as Book IV, Title I, Chapter 2. MATRIMONY of the Codex Iurius Canonici Danielus Pontifex clearly states: "The purpose of matrimony is the holy union of a man and a woman". This law is based in theology and scripture, and we deem Monsignor Enrico Amadeus' brief arguments in favor of homophilic matrimony to be insufficient as to argue against this law. Therefore the Four Canonist Princes are in violation of Canon Law and we would urge them to abide by God's law as interpreted and written by the church for many hundreds of years. Simultaneously we do however realize there is a strong desire among the Canonist flock to adress the topic of homophilic matrimony. We are therefore more than happy to discuss the subject, but since it is a religious affair, we do not wish it to be decided upon by secular laymen, but rather for it to be discussed in religious circles. We therefore announce that a Synod on Homophilic Matrimony is to be held within the coming years in the Synod Hall of the Holy See. This shall be the first Synod of the kind we are establishing in our rewriting of the Codex Iurius; namely a gathering of the entire priesthood to debate theology and matters of Church law. In other words, every ordained priest will be welcome and indeed urged to attend this Synod. There, this gathering of the priesthood may argue for or against the inclusion of homophilic matrimony on religious grounds based on scripture and tradition. A vote will then be held at the end of the Synod, in which the members of the priesthood will decide wether or not the Church is to allow this new kind of marriage. Granted there is a majority of the priesthood in favor of this reform, and their arguments for said reform are deemed religiously sound by us personally, Homophilic Matrimony will be legalized in Canon Law. Should there not be a majority of the priesthood in favor however, or the arguments made for such are deemed insufficient, it will be rejected. This, we find, is the proper way to effect or reject such a monumental change in the laws of our faith. In the meantime, the Holy Mother Church's official stance is that homophilic matrimony is illegal as a result of its contradiction of Canon Law. Until a decision has been made in favor of the topic by the Synod, the Church will not condone this kind of marriage, as it is currently deemed sinful, and we forbid our priests from officiating same-sex marriages. We hope that, while this may be a bitter disappointment for the supporters of the 'Four Canonist Princes on Marriage' declaration, people realize that these princes made false promises with said declaration, as they hold no authority to alter religious law, including what is and isn't allowed in terms of the Sacraments. The Synod on Homophilic Matrimony will be planned within the coming months to take place, preferably within the next two years, on a date suiting the majority of the priesthood. In the meantime we encourage debate on the topic by and between priests and laymen alike. Sincerely, His Holiness, Sixtus VI ☩ EST CYCLUS, NON MUTATIO ☩ IT IS A CYCLE, NOT CHANGE

This is creative writing, do not metagame Grief. The sister of Tar-Caraneth -the queen of Numendil-, princess of Numendil, stood quietly upon the balcony overlooking the mess hall within the Numenost keep. Not too long ago, she saw all nations united. Trapped in Savoy until the ending, the fleeing of Almaris. Time and time again, she pushed against Aevos war, seeing so many slaughtered to the Mori, to heartlessness, to their own hand, to hell high, and more. A feat within itself to have: to have a common enemy outside of pre-established nations and bloodlines, especially for humankind. Though Aevos... Aevos has proven to be a blight within itself, spreading thin the populous while the nations' grip at the reigns of power rugged terrain of alien soil, all while trying to call it home? There was no holy conquest, no divine right, in this war of spite and hearsay. Have they forgotten the undead legions which linger in the shadows, the poltergeists lapping away at descendants merriment and energy, the monsters which linger in the woods preying on a descendant's seeking refuge? She bet the liches of the land sat back with a cup of tea, to have amusement and death without lifting a boney finger. It was then she understood her birth mother's memoir. A woman of acre, who sacrificed her own livelihood to save others, fighting against those creatures of the planes and flitting between reality and oblivion. In her hand sits a paper, stained with tea. She reads her letter aloud to only the air itself. ~"The very ground beneath us breathes malevolence and the air reeks of the bitterness that has fueled the violent dance of despair. This continent births not life but the twisted progeny of malice, leaving my heart heavy with the weight of a world seemingly beyond redemption. There's no rest for the wicked, but neither is there for the weary. I am sorry my sister, for I do not support this war as its gone far enough, but if you must, I understand. " ~ It was left upon the throne, for Caraneth to read, a morsel of chocolate holding it down. And so, Princess Briar-Rethril Arthalion went to the forest and dug unmarked Graves with shovel and bare hands, all varying in size... Elf... Dwarf... Human... Orc... Halfling... For all those who are to be lost. Holes to place the bodies and burn them within. Briar supported no side. And so, she tended to the dead alone.

Heir’s Ascent As written upon on this 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 157 S.A From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Denizens of the Lordship of Caladras, Her Grace, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the Royal House Arthalionath of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, and the Esteemed Númenedain of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, In the embrace of duty and the passage of time, I, Elerríon Saoren Seregon, humbly pen this missive to convey a rather monumental decision that has weighed heavily upon my heart and conscience. It is with a blend of nostalgia, gratitude, and profound trust that I hereby declare my abdication from the titled holdings of Caladras and as Lord of Caladras, and with it, the mantle of leadership that encompasses House Seregon. The echoes of history reverberate far beyond these stone walls, each telling its own tale through shared endeavors, challenges, and triumphs that have defined my life and this community. Through the turning of seasons and the forging of bonds, we have thrived as a united House under the guiding hand of the Exilic Kingdom. Yet, as the river of time courses unyielding, it demands recognition of its inexorable flow. To this end, I have pondered long upon the legacy of our House and the torch that lights our way into the future. In the realm of inevitability, I have found solace in the knowledge that the essence of Caladras, its spirit and resilience, shall persist in capable hands. It is with unwavering confidence that I pass the mantle of Lordship to my eldest child and the esteemed heir, Lóriniel Arabella Seregon. Lóriniel, my daughter, inheritor of our legacy and the new Lady of Caladras, I place the trust of Caladras into your capable hands. May you lead with wisdom, compassion, and the unwavering commitment that defines the Seregon lineage. To the noble denizens of Caladras, I extend my deepest gratitude for your unwavering support and camaraderie. The bond we share went past titles and shall endure as a cornerstone of strength in our collective spirit. In acknowledgment of the vital role played by the steadfast Castellan, Ellisar Aevaris, I express my profound gratitude. Ellisar has been a wealth of support, a guardian of our traditions, and soon an unofficial regent during this period of transition. His wisdom and dedication have fortified Caladras and ensured the continuity of our noble line. As I step into the twilight of my stewardship, I do so with the knowledge that the flame of Caladras burns brighter than ever. May the coming days be filled with prosperity, unity, and the echoes of a realm that has stood the test of time. In enduring fellowship, Ser Elerríon of House Seregon, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

PEACE AND BLESSINGS VICESIMUS TERTIUS AUREA BULLA JORENUS Twenty-Third Golden Bull of Jorenus 3rd of Horen’s Calling, 1952 F.A | 3rd of Snow’s Maiden, 156 S.A.| 3rd of Wzuvar and Byvca, 505 E.S. HIS HOLINESS SIXTUS VI, High Pontiff of the Church of the Canon, Archbishop of Visigia, Successor of the High Priesthood of the Church, Supreme Pontiff of the Church of True Faith, Keeper of the Canon, Missionary to Aeldin, High Servant to the Exalted's Testaments, Humble Servant of the Faithful and Vicar of GOD does decree… TABLE OF CONTENTS ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ SECTION I - Opening Prayer SECTION II - College Appointments SECTION III - Curia Appointments SECTION IV - Diocesan Appointments SECTION V - Marriage Dissolution SECTION VI - On the Ferrymen SECTION VII - Venerations SECTION VIII - Beatification ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ SECTION I - OPENING PRAYER Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, whose word lasts into the eve of the world, we ask that You illume us, forgive the trespasses of those who have sinned against Your Virtue, and bless those who have been true and devoted to Your mission. The Canonist flock are assailed by trials and tribulations on many sides, Heavenly Father. We pray for the flock of Haense, whose warmth of spirit is being frozen by a never-ending winter and ask that You bless them with the thaw of spring. We pray for the flock of the midlands, of Numendil, Petra and Veletz, for they are troubled by the likes of Vampires, Azdrazi and wicked Magi, and ask that You cast down these threats to the faithful. We pray for the flock of Aaun, whose King lies hurt and bedridden after an evil man tried to bereave him of life, and ask that you bless their ruler with good health. And we pray for the flock of Balian, whose royal family was broken after the sacrament of marriage was severed, and ask that you console them. Above all however, Heavenly Father, we pray that these hardships bring us together as family, and that Your faithful are strengthened by enduring them. Amen. SECTION II - COLLEGE APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we make these affirmations, alterations, and additions to the College of Cardinals. We decree the College to be thus: TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Antonius Cardinal Artorus TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Josef Cardinal Jorenus TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Matthias Cardinal Lotharia TMR, His Eminence, Fr. Brandt Cardinal Albarosa TRR, His Eminence, Fr. Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald TRR, His Eminence, Fr. Odo Cardinal Gelimar SECTION III - CURIA APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we make these affirmations, alterations, and additions to the Curia. We decree the Curia to be thus: Vice Chancellor, His Eminence, Matthias Cardinal Lotharia Auditor of the Tribunal, His Eminence, Stanislaw Cardinal Westerwald Secretariat to His Holiness, His Eminence, Josef Cardinal Jorenus Prelate of the Priesthood, His Eminence, Antonius Cardinal Artorus Pontifical Chamberlain, His Eminence, Brandt Cardinal Albarosa Commandant of the Pontifical Guard, His Eminence, Odo Cardinal Gelimar SECTION IV - DIOCESAN APPOINTMENTS It is through our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that we appoint the following members of the priesthood to shepherd and be pastor of the Church’s Archdioceses and Dioceses: ARCHDIOCESE OF ALBAROSA To be shepherded by Archbishop Brandt Cardinal Albarosa DIOCESE OF BURON To be shepherded by Bishop Frantzisko DIOCESE OF GELIMAR To be shepherded by Bishop Odo Cardinal Gelimar DIOCESE OF ST. EMMA To be shepherded by Bishop Alexios DIOCESE OF ANDRIKEV To be shepherded by Bishop Amleth DIOCESE OF TYRIA To be shepherded by Bishop Mattia SECTION V - MARRIAGE DISSOLUTION Matrimony is a most Holy sacrament, granted by GOD through his clergymen that serve the flock. However while the union created between a man and a woman through the sacrament of Matrimony is meant to be an eternal one, sometimes the situation causes the Church to have to intervene, for one reason or another, through an official dissolution of the pair’s union. Today, We perform such once more, as It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We officially dissolve the union of Adrian of Balian and Andromeda Ester, on the grounds of abandonment and denouncement through Andromeda’s departure from Balian and her disloyalty to and forsaking of Adrian after many years of an unhappy marriage, and the struggle of the latter to make said marriage work. We wish that GOD grant mercy to this separated couple in the next chapters, and We request that they seek Our approval before once again receiving the sacrament of matrimony. SECTION VI - ON THE FERRYMEN Recently we called for the warriors and knights of Canondom to assemble and ride with us to Veletz and Haense. The reason was that the Ferrymen had sought to make their return by kidnapping a pregnant woman, the Princess Sibyl, heir to the Kingdom of Balian. We hereby condemn the actions of the Ferrymen and declare them EXCOMMUNICATED and ANATHEMA. No service or sacrament is to be given to any of their members by any member of the clergy. They reside outside the law of both the Church and secular realms, with their rights forfeited. If any of their members consider themselves Canonists, they may individually seek me out for their penance. We wish to make something very clear; that actions like these are a slight against the Canonist family and they cannot stand. One cannot be a Ferryman or aid a Ferryman and consider themselves a Canonist. Ferrymen cannot live a Canonist life because their lifestyle blasphemes GOD. The age of terrorist behavior like what was displayed by these bandits is done. The Ferrymen as a group laid dead in the dust for a while now and we prefer they remain dead. Their actions have proven that the Canonist League was right in claiming that the Ferrymen reside in Veletz, for they have shown themselves to use the Mareno keep as a base of operations. We say thus to Captain-General Gaspard of the League of Veletz; evict these men and declare them banished, else you aid these terrorists and shall be considered one of them rather than a good Canonist and be likewise declared excommunicated and anathema. We have also seen that a band of Orcs came to the aid of the Ferrymen - for which we admonish the Rex. Let there be no confusion; the Ferrymen are not some sort of lovable rogues who fight a just cause against the remnants of an oppressive Orenian Empire. They are bandits, criminals, killers: terrorists, who make up excuses for supposed heroism while taking a pregnant and innocent woman from her home and threatening to kill her. Let there be no confusion also of the nature of the intervention that happened to try to negotiate the princess’ release; it was not an invasion of Veletz or Ferrymen territory by Haense. The King of Haense, the Admiral of Balian and the Grandmaster of the Order of Saint Jude were there under our banner. We take full responsibility. This was a Canonist mission of liberation inside of Canonist lands. So we say to the Ferrymen; do not try to spin this as some sort of unjust act of war where you are the victims. We thank our good and devout Canonist faithful for heeding the call and coming together as one big family in an attempt to free our sister in GOD from these wicked men. As of right now it is unclear what has happened to her, some say she lives and some say she was killed. Regardless, we shall pray for her soul and her wellbeing and that of her unborn child. Blessed are those who are persecuted for their righteousness, for theirs is the Kingdom of God. SECTION VII - VENERATIONS It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We affirm the following venerations: VENERABLE HENRY ALSTION Prince Henry Alstion was deemed Venerable as per decision of a Curia meeting held under our predecessor Sixtus V for his lifelong commitment to the Church - first as a layman, later as a deacon - and the role he played in ensuring peace among Canondom by ending the long-term war between the Duchy of Adria and the Canonist League. VENERABLE FATHER ARMAND Cardinal-Archbishop Armand of Lotharia is made venerable for his efforts in spearheading the crusade on the Azdrazi heralds of Azdromoth, the role he has played in combating the forces of evil in general, serving the Church faithfully as Auditor for decades and his invaluable contributions to the Magic Commission. VENERABLE KING CHARLES I OF AAUN King Charles of Aaun is made venerable in recognition for his unwavering loyalty to the Church and defense of our most holy institution throughout his lengthy life and reign. His legacy of devotion to the Church among the population of Aaun can be felt to this day and the importance of him standing up for the Canonist Church when an alliance led by Sedan threatened to schism over the issue of investiture cannot be denied. SECTION VIII - BEATIFICATION It is through Our Apostolic Right, bestowed unto Us through the Laurel derived from the Exalted that We affirm the following beatification: BLESSED SISTER CALLIOPE Sister Calliope Renata of Merryweather was a nun hailing from the House of Alstreim who joined the Church’s sisterhood in the Principality of Savoy. Aside from her service to the Church and her Faithful, she is beatified for the miracle she is believed to have performed at the Duchy of Reinmar in Haense in 1943. The Duchy was attacked by a band of undead led by a necromancer, who set the lands of the Duke ablaze and slaughtered his animals. After the attack, the Duke went to a chapel and prayed to Sister Calliope for intercession, upon which he saw a vision of the nun. After leaving the chapel, it was apparent that - miraculously - the damage the undead’s fire and blades had done to the Duchy had been reversed as if nothing had happened. THE HOLY MOTHER CHURCH OF THE CANON Under GOD maintained by His Holiness Sixtus VI THE COLLEGE OF CARDINALS ANTONIUS CARDINAL ARTORUS Archdiocese of Artorus JOSEF CARDINAL JORENUS Patriarchate of Jorenus MATTHIAS CARDINAL LOTHARIA Archdiocese of Lotharia BRANDT CARDINAL ALBAROSA Archdiocese of Albarosa STANISLAW CARDINAL WESTERWALD Diocese of Westerwald ODO CARDINAL GELIMAR Diocese of Gelimar THE CURIA MATTHIAS CARDINAL LOTHARIA Vice-Chancellor of the Church of the Canon STANISLAW CARDINAL WESTERWALD Auditor of the Tribunal of the Church of the Canon JOSEF CARDINAL JORENUS Pontifical Secretary of the Church of the Canon ANTONIUS CARDINAL ARTORUS Prelate of the Priesthood of the Church of the Canon BRANDT CARDINAL ALBAROSA Pontifical Chamberlain of the Church of the Canon ODO CARDINAL GELIMAR Commandant of the Pontifical Guard CANONIST DIOCESES PATRIARCHATE OF JORENUS, THE HOLY SEE Encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Patriarch Josef Cardinal Jorenus DIOCESE OF ANDRIKEV, encompassing all the lands east of the river Lahy, to be shepherded by Amleth Bishop Andrikev. DIOCESE OF WESTERWALD, encompassing all the lands west of the river Lahy, to be shepherded by Stanislaw Bishop Westerwald ARCHDIOCESE OF ALBAROSA Encompassing the eastern region of Aevos, including the lands of the United Kingdom of Aaun, the Commonwealth of Petra, and the surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Brandt Cardinal Albarosa DIOCESE OF BURON, encompassing all the lands east of the mountains, to be shepherded by Francis Bishop Buron DIOCESE OF CITREA, encompassing all the lands west of Saint Daniel’s Crossing, to be shepherded by Callahan Bishop Citrea DIOCESE OF GELIMAR, encompassing all the lands west of the mountains, to be shepherded by Odo Bishop Gelimar ARCHDIOCESE OF ARTORUS Encompassing the central region of Aevos, including the lands of the Kingdom of Númendil, the Veletz League, and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Antonius Cardinal Artorus DIOCESE OF AQUILA, encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Númendil, to be shepherded by Pious Bishop Aquila DIOCESE OF ST. EMMA, encompassing the entirety of the League of Veletz, to be shepherded by Alexios Bishop St. Emma ARCHDIOCESE OF LOTHARIA Encompassing the south-western region of Aevos, including the lands of the Kingdom of Balian and surrounding territories, to be shepherded by Archbishop Matthias Cardinal Lotharia DIOCESE OF TYRIA, encompassing the entirety of the Kingdom of Balian, to be shepherded by Mattia Bishop Tyria. ☩ EST CYCLUS, NON MUTATIO ☩ IT IS A CYCLE, NOT CHANGE

Caladras Joust of St. Malcolm of Fjordhem As written upon on this 6th of The Amber Cold, 154 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To all of those in Aevos who champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil, THE JOUST OF ST. MALCOLM OF FJORDHEM To celebrate the consecration of our Temple of St. Malcolm of Fjordhem, The House Seregon shall host a joust upon their Lordship. Knights and squires of all realms and their people are invited to either watch or participate in this grand joust. The skilled artisans and merchants of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil are highly encouraged to bring wares out to showcase and sell. The Champion of the Joust shall receive a 200 mina prize, with second place earning 100 and third earning 50. (OOC: Mechanical Joust) TIME AND PLACE The jousting shall take place in the Lordship of Caladras within the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil. The Lordship is host to a lists within its domain, on the early days of The First Seed, 155 S.A. OOC: 5 PM EST, Friday the 17th of November Coordinates: 811 170 497 Midlands Warp at CT SIGN UP To participate in the joust, please fill out the form below: OOC NAME: IRP NAME: DISCORD: Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Ser Ellisar Angrenor of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

An Open Invitation - Life Awaits As written upon on this 12th of Malin’s Welcome, 152 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To all of those in Aevos who champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil, In the heart of the Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, next to the ancient Kingswood, where the shadows dance with the sunlight filtering through the leaves, lies Caladras – a stronghold carved from the stone of the realm itself. We, Ser Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, and Ser Ellisar of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras and Taras Ilsa, extend a solemn invitation to those in search of refuge, purpose, and belonging. Why Choose Caladras? A Refuge of Solitude: Caladras stands as a bastion of Númenedain security amid a world in turmoil. There exists a somewhat rural attitude whilst being a short distance from the Kingdom’s capital city of Númenost. Here, rolling fields meet the towering and dense woodlands. The gentle rustle of leaves and the song of birds offer a refuge from the chaos and Darkness that rolls through the realm. Shared Endeavors: In the quietude of our mark on this realm, those of Caladras and the Númenedain work together, cultivating the land and fostering a community where the Virtue of labor mingles with the earth. A shared sense of purpose binds us, transcending the mundane and that of racial bonds. Faith Amidst Mixed Company: In reverence to the Creator that sculpts these lands and all that is, many of those in Caladras practice the Canonist faith, deeply rooted in the Holy Scrolls. A temple stands as testament to the kinship of all, where Virtue and the Good and Just of His flock reside. The Lordship extends its welcome to the Virtuous, even if faith and the Canon is not in your beliefs. Guardians of the Northern Reaches: With a vigilant levy and steadfast guards, Caladras shields the northern parts of Númendil from the unknown. The security of the Númenedain is ensured by the watchful eyes of the Royal Guard, the Confessors, and the Rangers. Through our mortal hands, and the light of the Creator, we embrace comradery through shared defense. Kinship Beyond Blood: Within our hearths, bonds of kinship are forged. We celebrate the diversity of our community, where shared laughter, solemn prayers, and quiet moments of understanding weave the tapestry of our collective identity. Opportunities Await! No matter your walk of life, be it a skilled artisan, aspiring squire, diligent farmer, studious scholar, or a protector of hearth and home, Caladras shall welcome you. Here, amidst the Heartlands and the Númenedain, you may find not just a place to dwell, but a purpose to uphold. If any of this pulls at your heart to seek, or if you simply seek to learn more, the invite is open for the reasonable, Virtuous, or otherwise good-natured to visit these lands. Send writ to Ser Ellisar or Lord Elerríon. Come, join us in the heart of the Númendil. Let Caladras become the sanctuary you have long sought. Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster and Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Ser Ellisar Angrenor of House Aevaris, Castellan of Caladras, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

A Reunion of House Seregon and elSullas Talonnii As written upon on this 10th of Malin’s Welcome, 144 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Diligence in the face of ignorance.” "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Esteemed Members of the Sullas Talonnii and those of House Seregon, as well as Friends of either Family, Miven Caerme'onn- @westcarolina Eonan Norvayn @thumperjack Valmir Arvellon @drusus We hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It has been far too long since we last gathered together as one family, united by blood and bound by love. With the blessings of this Autumn season upon us, and the readmittance of Elerríon into the Sullas Talonnii, we extend our heartfelt invitation to you all for a grand reunion in the Lordship of Caladras. The bonds of family are some of the strongest and most cherished in our lives. As we have each pursued our own paths, our hearts have remained forever connected by the ties of blood and kinship. It is our deepest desire to once again come together, to share stories, laughter, and memories that span the years. Caladras, the beloved bastion of House Seregon, stands as a testament to the resilience and strength we hold dear. It is only fitting that we gather within its walls to celebrate the enduring legacy of both the Sullas and Seregon families. The reunion will be a time of joy and festivity, filled with activities to suit every age and inclination. Whether you wish to indulge in hearty feasts, engage in friendly competitions, or simply bask in the warmth of family, there will be something for everyone to enjoy. Mark your calendars for the appointed date, and make your way to Caladras, where our gates will be open to welcome you with open arms. Let this reunion be a testament to the love and strength of our families, a time to celebrate the past and embrace the future. We eagerly await the moment when our family gathers once more, under the banner of unity and love. maehr'sae hiylun'ehya, Friday, September 8th @ 7:30 PM Eastern Lord Elerríon of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Huntmaster to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Cálienë of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

Inaugural Banquet and Ball of the Lordship of Caladras As written upon on this 15th of Sun’s Smile, 138 S.A. From The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil and the Lordship of Caladras "Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road.” To the Esteemed Númenedain of the The Exilic Kingdom of Númendil, as well as Friends and Distinguished Guests: Tar-Númenatâr Foronathor of House Arthalionath - King of Númendil - @malchediaelvuilt Miven Caerme'onn - Matriarch of Nevaehlen and the Wood Elves - @westcarolina Eonan Norvayn - Valeseer of Nevaehlen - @thumperjack Lord Haus Weiss-Vuiller - Master of the Abstract - @primnyaquorum The Lord and Lady of Caladras, Ser Saoren and Ser Dele of House Seregon, extend a heartfelt invitation to our noble and valiant friends and countrymen, to join us in celebrating the founding of our newly constructed lands, the Lordship of Caladras. With great joy and anticipation, we beckon you to grace us with your presence on this auspicious occasion. As the fortress stronghold of House Seregon, Caladras stands proudly upon the northern end of the Kingswood, a bastion of strength and protection for the northern reaches of the Númenaranyë. To commemorate this momentous event, we shall host a splendid banquet and enchanting ball. The revelries will commence as the sun sets and the stars take their place in the celestial tapestry above. We invite you to don your finest attire, bedecked in silks and velvets, as we dance and feast in our halls. (Fri. July 28th @ 7:00 PM EST) Let merriment and music fill the air, as bards play melodies that echo through the ages. Raise your goblets to toast to new beginnings and unyielding bonds of friendship that shall endure like the ancient trees of the Kingswood. Come, partake in Daelish feasts and indulge in the finest wines of our family's history as we celebrate the birth of Caladras and the unity of our kingdom. Share stories of valor and chivalry, recount adventures that have shaped our lives, and forge new memories that shall be treasured for generations to come. Our hearts eagerly await your presence, for it is in the company of our beloved countrymen and dear friends that Caladras truly comes alive. We send forth this missive, guiding you to our stronghold with utmost care. (Follow the signage from the gates of Númenost and the crossroads of Petra/Haense/Númendil.) May you journey safely and swiftly, and may the road lead you to our gates, where the light of Númendil shall guide your way. In the spirit of camaraderie and revelry, we eagerly await your arrival. Lord Saoren of House Seregon, Lord of Caladras, Seneschal and Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Scribe and Tutor to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Ranger Captain for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm Lady Dele of House Seregon, Lady of Caladras, Steward to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Physician to the White Court of the Númenaranyë, Serjeant for the Royal Guard of the Númenaranyë, Templar of the Aengul Malchediael, and Knight of the Realm

Carnival of Númendil Hosted by the Glennmaers. [MUSIC] For a series of nights of fun and delight, in the heart of Númendil, the people of Númendil invite you for a carnival to excite and amaze. Bring loved ones and friends for celebrations of the beginning of summer! Open to all ages for a series of games, charades, and jokes, everyone will find something to partake in. Tickets available for purchase for games attempts. A variety of prizes to be won! ★ Games such as ring toss, whack a mori, theatrical displays, and more! ★ Unique prizes to bring home! ★ Auctions for the land’s finest artworks and fineries. ★ Bardic displays of skill. ★ Feasting on local treats. ★ Balloons for sale! ★ Archery contest [for a prize]! ★ Sweets-eating contest, sponsored by the local Lizard Cafe! ★ Stalls offered to local businesses in the region. ★ Caricature portrait hours [specific times noted at the event]. ★ Garden stall with local flowers and flower meanings. ★ Evening dance floor session. ★ Auction of custom outfitting by Bia Glennmaer, starts at 50 minas. ★ Auction of custom painting by Frinna Glennmaer, starts at 200 minas. ★ Performance by the Church Choir of Númendil, led by Lugash. Stall Information There will be four stalls for commercial use that are open for anyone to use. Just contact Frinna Glennmaer in Númenost either by letter or in-person to arrange one. Carnival Information ★ Saturday, June 24 from 1:00pm EST to 3:00pm EST, at marked carnival grounds. ★ Sunday, June 25 from 5:00pm EST to 7:00pm EST, at marked carnival grounds. Any questions? Direct them to Frinna Glennmaer of Númendil! Looking forward to seeing you all there!

"i Aerlinndath" The Lord's Choir 🟎‡🟎 HARK! Ye faithful of Aevos, The Bastion Temple of Saint King Caius and his Disciples of Laughter and Joy is pleased to announce the formation of the Numendil Children’s Choir, hereby dubbed the Lord’s Choir and the Aran Aerlinndath. This is an open opportunity for all faithful youths of Aevos to intertwine your future as a layman with spreading beauty and song to the world, irrelevant of race, culture, or political affiliation. We seek to create a safe space where the future of the faith may grow their talents among like minded compatriots. Our Vision: The Lord’s Choir aspires to be a beacon of musical excellence, enriching the cultural fabric of our communities and beyond. Through the power of music, we seek to inspire hearts young and old with the fervor of the Lord God while likewise instilling a love for the arts in our children.