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1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ IN THIS YEAR OF OUR GODAN AND HIS PROPHET FIVE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE, I ATTEST to my witnessing of HORRORS I would not have thought possible in this world while on the road to Reinmar. We had ridden at the behest of the young Lord Siegmund Weiss, who came to our party gathered outside the Esrova Palace to report on the attack of Inferni upon Reinmar. I rode with a student of medicine intending to act upon the field as medics: but upon our arrival our horse was impaled on the weaponry of a beast at least nine heads tall, with wings like a bat’s but sized like a drake’s, and the head of a bull. Its axe wounded my leg before I might have drawn blade or alchemy, and I fell into the water-ditch of the field, whereon healers tried and failed to remove my wounded body from battle. ABOVE US formed some abominable thing beyond fathom, named GASHADOKURO and identified to me as something beyond LICH. I would have died in its shadow were it not for the past kindness of some ancestor of mine, who encountered that dark servant which meant to slay me before its corruption, and by terrible whim it warped its last shred of human memory to spare me as its messenger. Accordingly I mark the events of this strange and terrible month in my house’s annals, and in rare fashion choose to print them and store them amongst these archives so they might, perhaps, be of any service or insight to those who face these dark beasts in the trials to come. Among their ranks we on the field had observed witches, some of Descendant stature, who could summon projectiles of ice which wounded like the worst of crossbow bolts. There was the bull-headed thing, and some like it with many limbs, and maws where a gut would be. Others were as skeletons draped in aged cloth, and among them GASHADOKURO itself, who summoned a cry which struck fear into even its own servantry so powerful they were forced to flee. I do not possess a memory so acute I could definitively identify any of these abominations, though those familiar with the spawn of Iblees will surely recognize some features of common dreadspawn. They addressed each other once, at least, as ‘brothers,’ which I took to imply the bond somewhere between those of Azdrazi or soldiers: forged in the occult and battle alike. Our forces waned upon initial contact. Many among us who rode to Reinmar from the North were decades younger than I: initiates and aspirants brought to witness the blooding of blades, and instead foisted onto an unexpected frontline without reinforcement. They were slain with glee, and their deaths used to taunt those archers still within the city walls. The corpses of the fallen were raised as trophies. One dark figure shifted into the proximity of Gashadakoro and glowed as if an ember in the flame. I lose memory after this moment. I do recall the legacy of AMAYA of VENZIA, the Martyr Queen, so recently codified in grief and memory: and I vow to my house and to myself that I shall never, for every day I draw breath, allow a call to the battle against the Infernal go unheeded. I am no champion of light: but I am a man of history, and a man who knows war, and a man who refuses to live on the side of cowardice. It is the gift of GODAN I live, and so in GODAN’s name I fight. Until the next crossing of our blades. PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Excellency, Henrik III Edvard Amador, Lord Speaker of His Majesty’s Royal Duma, Viscount of Zvezlund, Baron of Mondstadt, Lord Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library A depiction of the carnage wrought in the fields outside the Reinmaren capital.
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1350 A.H. - Present ─── From Ashes, We Rise EST 143 E.S. - Present | 1590 A.H. - Present ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ “The silencing order had been given, and all men held their noise no matter how driven. Time had come to drag the enemy from the keep they lived in. Every man fallen today would be a bloody addition.” Leonid d’Arkent-Kortrevich, The Fall of Brasca, stanza II. 507ES. 15th of Gronna & Droba | 507 E.S ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀I⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ FOR THE RECORDS, Few honors will burn so bright as attendance at the Fall of Brasca, such a fine victory that it was, and this scholar cannot write objectively for I am still in the basking in the glow our last triumph and the coming jubilee of Haense. When the battlefields grow over and the ruins become relics, there will be time to write of it in the depth it deserves: until then it is the archives’ solemn duty to preserve and protect all works which record these legendary days as they bloom, and my own honor to raise my blade for the right side of history. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺⠀II⠀༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ TO THE NIKULDOV, So now we know how the wind blows. Surely, Bo, you are not so blinded by the sins of the ANATHEMA that you cannot see what a dark and forsaken ink you write your own legacy in. It is with a heavy heart I once more extend my hands to you, once-scion of our once-unified line. If by the machinations of GODAN you did not fall on the battlefield (and I would so well envy they who had the honor of sending you to answer to Him), then I ask you thus: do the festering remnants of your lost honor burn within you still? Do you yet ache with the shame of knowing yourself misled? Is there any of our line’s righteous fire at all left within you? If so, I offer a last chance at repentance. Come once more to the hallowed lands of the North. Lay your arms at my feet. Admit the wrongs you have lent your hand to wrought against this good House. Bare your throat for the lawful and rightful justice which awaits all Traitors, and, perhaps, redeem yourself as one worth remembering – or fall as a mere shadow of a footnote. I eagerly await your decision. PETRAVEZK IV VATRAGAN, His Lordship, Henrik III Edvard Amador, 11th Baron of Mondstadt, Lord of Queen’s Crossing, Patriarch of the House of Amador and Lord Archivist to the Royal Valdev Library An archival depiction of the Covenant forces in Brasca.
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10th of Tov & Yermey | 505E.S ⋅ ───⊱༺⠀☨⠀༻⊰─── ⋅ A first-hand account of events in Aaun and the Midlands on the afternoon and night of the 10th of Tov & Yermey in the Ehr Sigmunda 505. Recorded for the public archives of the Royal Valdev Library. Hand of Henrik Amador, Lord Archivist. AS RECALLED, The Brotherhood rally began in Valdev, at the frontmost gate. It rode out to meet with Waldenians, Hyspians, Haeseni, Balianese, and Petran rallies; united, they rode to the gates of Whitespire, capital of Aaun, where upon finding the gates to the palace shuttered called for their opening. Here the first rumor of Edmund, King of Aaun’s death began. Notable members of the rally included His Majesty, Aleksandr II; Her Majesty, Catherine I; Her Highness, Ramona of Hyspia; Her Highness, Emma Anastasya, Princess Royal of Hanseti-Ruska; Her Highness, Elena Casimira, Princess Royal of Balian; His Holiness, the Pontiff Sixtus VI; and warriors from across Humanity’s righteous realms. At the gates of the Hand of Horen, soldiers climbed through trees and over walls in the hopes of entry before the confirmation of deaths. The first calls of the kings’ death echoed with certainty. A priest emerged with the body of Edmund I; thereafter a procession guided it to a safehouse, presumably for burial preparations. Witnesses further report the body of the Prince of Merryweather seen removed from the palace. Within the Hand of Horen, the united Canonist force stormed its spires. Unknown sighters observed the assailants of the King attempting to flee through the water. One of the interior windows, of green and red glass, facing the Paradisian Throne - had been shattered, though this may not have sustained the sole means of entry. The united Canonist force gave chase through the sea; pursuit eventually reached the nearest Eastern shore, at which point the most vocal of the force called rallying cries from Balian, Hyspia, Hokhmat, and Haense, and for the Church. The Princess Royal of Balian, Elena Casimira, executed the first of the captives. A bannerman of House Ludovar revealed another’s visage to the crowd, though he bore no recognizable face. Thereafter the rallied forces returned to Whitespire, readying at its foremost gate. Orcish warcries began shortly after shuttering it; thereafter Darkspawn and Veletzians arrived, while within the city clergy released printings of the will and testament of Edmund II. Among the enemy ranks, an elf claimed to bear the Pontiff Sixtus VI’s head; thereafter they offered taunts of the Haeseni affiliating with Iblees’ followers, the contradiction of which should be obvious to the historical record. The forces lined the street of Whitespire; Haense and Her allies held their line. A captured goblin, fighting with the Veletz force, received a just execution in the Aaun square; and the conflict resolved with a resolute victory for Hanseti-Ruska, though the tragic and untimely loss of Aaunite life. Further happenings in Aaunite succession and the aftermath as it relates to Hanseti-Ruska will be recorded in this binding for posterity. VIKTY ES LEKONSKED,
