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  1. Snow’s Maiden, 169 SA: I went to the frozen north of Aevos for my trial of gaining an animal's trust. My last time here, I and a small group of my kin were attacked by a pack of starving wolves, so I knew where to begin after getting this trial. After a few days in the bitter cold, I had been tracking an elk for an hour. Once I had finally hunted the creature down and an arrow struck true, I heard a low growl. I turned to see a grown timberwolf hunting the same elk. I stayed back while he pounced on the now-dead elk and slowly started to approach after he had begun eating. After noticing my presence, he began baring its teeth and barking at me to scare me off. I remained steady, extending my arm out and palm open to show the timberwolf I meant him no harm. I began to circle him, still keeping him an arm’s length away as I began to harvest some meats and pelts from the elk. I had harvested what I could from it, and once the wolf had his full, I followed the timberwolf back to his den at a distance. I made a small offering of excess meat to gain the wolf’s trust and remained nearby for several days. Never interfering with the wolf and what it was doing, nor how it hunted. Merely making myself known each time he returned or joined as he went out to hunt. Toward the end of the month, I returned to Nevaehlen to bask in the warmth of my home and reflect on what this month had taught me. The Amber Cold, 170 SA: Nearly a year later, I finally returned up north. Relying on my makeshift map, I returned to where I had recorded the wolf's den. I set up my camp nearby and waited until he had returned home. Well after sunset, I heard snow crunching as it was being walked upon. I looked up from my sketchbook to see the wolf’s return, accompanied by another timberwolf, dragging a doe back to the den for dinner. They were defensive once they had seen me, once again baring their teeth towards me. Using the same method I’d learned previously, I was able to refamiliarize the male wolf with me and make myself known to his female mate. I repeated the technique I’d used nearly a year ago, camping near the den. I was more active on hunts with both of them this month. Tracking and working together to take prey down, splitting the fair share of spoils from the hunts in terms of meat. Once again, towards the end of the month, I trudged through the tundra back home. Malin’s Welcome, 170 SA: I returned north again this month. Needing a small break from the world, I packed my things and hit the road, curious what I would stumble upon this time in the den. As I began setting my camp up near the den, I was approached by the male timberwolf who seemed to take an active interest in what I was doing. I doubt he understood fully, but the actions and movements seemed to hold his attention. I did my best afterward to demonstrate in a way the wolves could maybe understand that my camp was not too different from their den, but after a while, they lost interest, and I was left feeling, admittedly, a bit ridiculous. Nonetheless, they again welcomed me back. Acknowledging my presence, partaking in spoils of the hunt. However, the winds were not in our favor near the end of this month. Sharp, bitter winds sliced at my skin. I was pelted with snow and frozen rain almost constantly. But with these difficulties came a new development with my wolven companions. In the middle of the night, they entered my tent. It seemed the den and each other could not provide enough warmth. So they decided the best source would be the ‘ame sleeping just outside. I welcomed the warmth that came with two adult timberwolves as I pulled my blankets tighter and tried to get some rest. In the morning, I had a brief respite from the icy storms. I used this time to pack my camp, spend my morning eating with the wolves, and head home before another storm hit.
  2. By order of Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Dama de Honor has been issued for Senorita Anne von Leopold After the recent completion of the first trial issued for one such Anne von Leopold for her entrance into the position of Dama de Honor for Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata, the second trial is to be issued today henceforth. While the first trial sought out just how well the prospective Dama de Honor knew the woman they are serving, the second is to gain an understanding as to their scholarly knowledge of the Hyspian people so they may best serve their Princess. The second trial is this; Pen a missive of a scholarly nature on something within the Hyspian Culture. The rules are this, it may be written on anything within the culture. You may have assistance, within reason. It must be published once done for the public to see. Should you accept this second trial, come in person to state your intentions. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia
  3. By order of Crown Prince Cesar de Pelear and Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Trial has been issued for Senor Albanus Alfonzo A trial has been issued for one such Albanus Alfonzo entrance into the position of Aviary Master for Viceroyalty of Hyspias courts. The role is a hefty one, as it pertains to the communications of the Viceroyalty and the upkeep and training of the birds of the aviary. Work hard and perks of the trade will flow much like coin does, should you go on to pass the issued trial. The trial is this; Answer the questions issued to you from Crown Prince Cesar in the previous meeting. Once this has come to pass, seek out the Princess Sofia and attempt to identify and befriend the most special bird of her flock. Should this be done, show your findings and the role is yours. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Crown Prince of Hyspia Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia
  4. By order of Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Dama de Honor has been issued for Senorita Isidora Adella Antúnez After the recent completion of the first trial issued for one such Isidora Antúnez for her entrance into the position of Dama de Honor for Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata, the second trial is to be issued today henceforth. While the first trial sought out just how well the prospective Dama de Honor knew the woman they are serving, the second is to gain an understanding as to their scholarly knowledge of the Hyspian people so they may best serve their Princess. The second trial is this; Pen a missive of a scholarly nature on something within the Hyspian Culture. The rules are this, it may be written on anything within the culture. You may have assistance, within reason. It must be published once done for the public to see. Should you accept this second trial, come in person to state your intentions. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia
  5. By order of Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Dama de Honor has been issued for Senorita Anne Von Leopold The first trial has been issued for one such Anne Von Leopold entrance into the position of Dama de Honor for Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata. The role is a hefty one, though it comes with perks of the trade, should you go on to pass all three. During this time, the Viceroyal family will be watching the girls actions to see if she’d be a good fit and look forward to what may come of this all. The first trial is this; Plan, coordinate and host an event that will fit your perspective Princess standards. The rules are this, it must be within Ciudad de Plata. You may have assistance, within reason. An invite must be sent out to the public as a whole. Should you accept this first trial, come in person to state your intentions. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia
  6. By order of Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata a Notif of Dama de Honor has been issued for Senorita Isidora Adella Antúnez The first trial has been issued for one such Isidora Antúnez entrance into the position of Dama de Honor for Princess Sofia de Pelear of Ciudad de Plata. The role is a hefty one, though it comes with perks of the trade, should you go on to pass all three. During this time, the Viceroyal family will be watching the girls actions to see if she’d be a good fit and look forward to what may come of this all. The first trial is this; Plan, coordinate and host an event that will fit your perspective Princess standards. The rules are this, it must be within Ciudad de Plata. You may have assistance, within reason. An invite must be sent out to the public as a whole. Should you accept this first trial, come in person to state your intentions. May DIOS guide you! Viva Hyspia! Signed, Her Highness, Sofia de Pelear, Princess of Hyspia
  7. A Call to Trial Circa. 11th of Malin's Welcome, 1909. By the UNITY OF MIND of the GOVERNMENT in PETRA, serving always CHIVALRY, LIBERTY and JUSTICE, the ROUND TABLE do affirm this EDICT, delivered at MOUNT GARMONT Concerning the alleged crimes of the Archduchess Renilde I @tilly PREAMBLE LO, unto the Petrans, Dark times plague the lands of the Petra. In the pursuit of unity and peace, the Knightly Council calls upon Archduchess Renilde I to return to Petra to answer for crimes committed against the people of Petra and stand trial to end this debacle. The alleged crimes of the Archduchess are an internal affair. The Round Table of Petra calls upon all foreign nations to not intervene and respect the sovereignty of the Commonwealth. The Knights of the Petrine Laurel swear no harm shall come upon the Archduchess. Let us avoid bloodshed and settle these issues so we may adjudicate. We call the Archduchess Renilde I to stand trial for the following crimes… Chapter 1 78. Thieve the property of another Man. 84. Lay with another Man’s spouse, or to lay with another when you are wed. Chapter 2 99. Raise an army against forces of the Commonwealth Signed; Knight Paramount, Sir Arthur de Lyons, Sir Louis d'Azor, Sir Brandt Berhal, Sir Emir d'Abbassia, Sir Gwendel Vilac, Dame Livia d'Anapalais, Sir Lucien Ashford de Rouen.
  8. Father Circle Trial Summer guided the sightless Through the biting chill of night Only darkness greeted the directed Sound, scent, soul. All that was felt in the newfound world A world untouched. Untamed senses outstretched. Hindering, humbling, and heavy. Suns Sightless Summer. It was a strange experience, to be blind; to have the eternal night brushing one’s senses. Where not even the outline of structure in the night can guide one's hand or steps forward, reliant on the hands and guidance of a mentor to mount a steed for the ahead while the only senses that he found was sound, rippling through the dark like a droplet on a river. Trot, Trot, Trot. Ruffle of fabric. Dance of leaves and a tickle of cold on the skin. “Are we in the north?” His voice felt consuming. “No. We are not.” Her voice felt distant. They arrived, and with an unsure step he carefully brought his feet down upon the unseen ground. Grass was felt, banishing the idea that they were in the north. As his mentor's voice danced in the air and he turned, trying to keep focus on the sound as insects buzzed loudly within his ears. Final words were given, the earth feeling coarse, and dry. He didn’t know this land. The ruffle of feathers echoed in his ears and the sound of the retreating trots of a horse grew distant. He was alone. Dry earth. Ticklish grass. Caution driving the man on all fours like a beast. Pushing forward, he crawled. Like an ape. Drawn deeper. It was getting…warmer? But wasn’t it already the day? It began to burn on pale skin. Scorching. Hot. Darkness revealed naught. The heat of the night had hidden the truth from his senses, making him believe that night was day, and day was night. Something that he became painfully aware of as the travel he made bared the heat on his skin as night began to turn to day. Not able to find shelter the heat bared down, suffocating his senses. Drawn by the sound of insects he found bark, wood. A tree. Grasping blindly. Insects grasped and crunched between jaws. Nourishment. Nectar. Refreshing in the burning drought. The sun scorched blindly on flesh. Fingers dug between roots. Digging out a hole. A burrow. Hiding from the heat. For several days hiding within that burrow when the air began to grow hot, and scavenging insects from the tree, clamouring up the branches and swinging upon them while being lured in by the sounds of fluttering wings, buzzing, and the feeling of carapace against skin. Yet it couldn’t last. The insects began to learn. Growing distant. Retreating from the tree he had made a burrow under. He needed to keep moving. Food is scarce. Hunger gripped and thirst clung. Braving the heat again. Only to slip. What was thought to be even ground revealed a slope. Gravity claimed away and tumbled the vessel down. Impacting against earth, ground, and then scorching sands. He stumbled down the side of what could have only been a cliff, a hill, perhaps even the side of a mountain. He could not know in the darkness. Earth and stone scratched and bruised flesh as he fell down, slipping further and further down the slope while protecting his head until the soft, but scorching heat of sand greeted him. And the sound of splashing waves - the shoreside? The heat bore down and the need for shelter had him pushing to the waterside, dipping in the salt and cooling off from the scorching rays. Salt surrounded the sense of smell. Waves echoed in the ears, drawing out all. Warm waters cooled and protected from the scorching heat. A moment of reprieve followed by the sting of a claw. Crabs are cruel demons, he decided then, when one latched upon his toe and soon became his dinner. Cracked under fist and bone then eaten raw. It was delightful compared to the crunch of insects he had been reduced to eating for the last few days. The shell of the crab had been kept and tucked into his pants for use later as thirst tugged on his dry lips and tongue. The juices of his prey could only sustain him so far. But what was that…smell? Flowery aroma. He knew that smell. Or something similar. Drawn to it, the touch of an oily petal touched his fingers. Then the texture of a fruit. Plucked. Feasted. Thirst quenched. The world swam. Diddyfunkle. While the fruit were refreshing, and likely saved him the aftereffects, it cost the time he needed to train his senses to stretch even further. He began to hear sounds where there wasn’t any, the scorching sun felt strange and tingly on his skin. Everything was different, soothing. He was hallucinating. No colours to see, only the world began to swim and dance all around. Passing out and awakening, unsure of where he was. Only feeling the scorching itch, and burn of blistered flesh from the sun he had laid within under the effect of the diddyfunkle. Pain spiked with every movement. Shaking the limbs. Aching the flesh. But he needed to.To move. Lost, lonely, light headed. Wings followed. He was starting to notice that the sound of wings seemed to circle him ever since he arrived here. The weight that birds were likely waiting for him to perish so that they could scavenge his corpse filled his mind in that moment. Doubt almost consumed his mind before he focused, calmed himself with a moment of meditation in a form that screamed with scorched flesh. And then the buzzing sound of insects returned. And he found an edge to a mountain side. Though If it was the same or another he had no clue. Fingers dug, scraped, and grasped at soil and stone. Tugging, biting painfully at an already abused form. Pushing through limits. Away from sands. Stone. Fingers finding grass, earth. Shade of a tree sheltering flesh. It was a different tree he had found this time, and he could only assume that he had found a different mountain. Or a hill that he had scaled on all fours. The leaf span of this tree was able to cover him, reducing the need for him to dig under the roots, so he instead pulled himself into a nook within the trees and began to rest. Taking a solid day of rest just to recover before his senses stretched out. Insects surrounded him from all around, but also…birds, and what sounded like a trickle of water? Water on a mountain. A lake? An oasis? Movement fled him as he moved to the edge. Finding nectar of sweet, cool waters. Flowing waters through a current. For the first time in what felt like weeks, he had fully tamed his thirst and had coverage from the sun of the scorching day. The scent of flowers, of flora, filled his breath and the crisp cool water. Life was around him. And if there was a lake? That meant one thing. Fish. He pushed into the water and attempted to catch fish as he felt the ripples of their movements against his skin. It took time. Practice. Eating the flora like a herbivore and drinking from the water until finally his fingers clenched around the scaled body of a fish. It was delicious. All was consumed. Head, eye, flesh, guts. It all went down. Nourishment. Sharp fangs tearing into flesh. A fish a day kept the hunger away. Time passed like this uncounted, the shift from scorching heat to warm summer being his only clue of the passing time. Soon followed by him getting used to the shifting sound of nature around him. The insects were quiet during what he felt was the ‘day’, yet the fish were louder, splashing and feeding. At night the song of the insects grew more vibrant, making it easier for them to be hunted. And so he existed for a while, catching fish, hunting insects, occasionally eating a flower when a day of hunting was sparse. Until one day he made a strange discovery on the lake…a boat. Tied up and bound at the bottom of it with a stone. Perplexed. Confused. Bamboozled. A boat in the middle of nowhere? It made no sense. Was there descendant life nearby? Here!? Confusion leads to curiosity. To blind exploration. Fingers searching the surroundings and seeing what they could find. No words were given, for he did not desire to meet anyone. Just understand more of where he was. And understand he soon did. Finding what felt like marks in the earth…of a battle. Old. Ancient. Abandoned camp with a blanket so worn with holes and full of insects that it must have been left here for a very long time. Further exploration found a hot spring that he took a moment to bath within. And felt the presence of other animals joining him in the waters. Soothing the aches and pains that lingered. And finally…what felt like an altar, damaged, destroyed. And a pedestal where a tome should have rested, stripped clean. A cult of some faith lived here. Had lived here. But something dealt with them. In fighting? Rivals? But they were gone. Long gone. Ruins reclaimed by nature. It was a strange relief knowing he was the only ‘descendant’ within the land. Tension he didn’t know had built up eased, and the continued path of survival reclaimed his form. Dead flesh from the scorching heat peeled off and washed away in the flowing hot spring, giving way to flesh that seemed to be able to handle the heat better. Able to bear and adapt to the flame of the land's fury. Time passed, his habit of checking the moon turning to counting the shift of temperature to mark the time that continued on. Until the day the rain came. The rain was heavy. Hammering the land and loosening the soil. The lake grew wild, the currents stronger. It gripped upon him and washed him away through the current. Direction less, breathe lost. Water filled his lungs. Impacting an unknown shore and hacking the current out. He hadn’t been prepared for that. The rhythmic repetition that he was slowly growing used to with his sense of touch, hearing and scent, washed away by the storm of rain and water. He didn’t know how long the waters had pulled him, how far away he was from where he originally was. But he felt he went down, flowing away from the mountain. And once again he was battered and bruised from the descent of the mountain. The rain made it difficult to tell left, to right, or hint in which direction to go as everything echoed its song. He could only rely on his touch. Digging into the ground and pulling forward to find shelter. Sand and earthy grass mixed under touch. The prickle of a cactus stung. Biting skin and clinging. Repulsed and a new direction found. Clear water found upon fingertips, a rocky growth giving shelter. A new nest was found. Rest and slumber came swift. The rain lasted slightly longer than expected, and the thorns from a plant that grew on the rocky walls burned as it cut and dug into flesh. Several pointy plants had wounded his hands now that they were starting to twitch from them. Or perhaps it had been the venom of the plants themselves that were making his hands tremble and twitch. It took a day for the sensation of touch to return to them where he nibbled on the moss that had grown near the water and drank of its source. The shell of the crab finally proved its worth as he scraped the moss from the stone to eat it. Recovered, thankfully no breaks from the slip down the water slide. Then..a cluck. A cluck of a chicken echoed out. Body froze. Stomach rumbled. The blind stalked the sound…waited. Pounced. Neck snapped in jaws. Crimson soaked skin. He went feral for a moment. Or was he just returning to how he was in his youth? He stalked the chicken; or at least he assumed it was a chicken, by its sounds. Lowered his form to be less noticeable, waiting for it to draw close before he launched at it. Sharpened canines biting down a thin neck before he jerked, felt a snap. And the body grew still within his jaws. He ate well that day. The feathers felt pleasant on his skin. He didn’t know where he had ended up but he could feel that the grass here was…softer, cooler. More vibrant in its life. And he couldn’t feel any sand around as the echo of crashing waves filled his senses from the left of him. Waves echoed in his ears. Cool grass under toes and knuckles. Insects were scarce, he couldn’t hear them anymore. But animal sounds tugged his senses. No trees to be found, only brush, green, and animals. An open plain by the sea. He had gotten utterly lost in the darkness and the rain. The origin he had been left at felt so distant, yet it could have been at his back for all he knew. Or even just ahead of him. But with a lack of insects around he began to regress to a..primal, natural state. Hiding in the bush and pouncing upon shifting and moving prey. Finding rabbits caught within jaws, chickens snapped and plucked. Bones and feathers began to decorate his hair and tattered fabrics around his waist as crimson clung and stained his skin until he washed it on the coast side. Berries found by following the trials animals had left with his fingers allowed him to quench his thirst. His mind regressed. Settling on basic needs. Food. Thirst. Shelter. The food cried and fell still under my jaws. Fruits and berries fed nourishment. The sun still burned. But shelter in trees eased the heat. Strangely the wings of the stalking bird still echoed above… The predator he had become was tempted to climb and hunt the bird that he caught circling above him so many times now, the flap of the wings, the ruffle of feathers. Even the cry of a hawk's call. Which increased when he caught the sound of swooping wings as a rabbit, or mouse he had been hunting became the prey of this bird instead of himself. It almost became a competition. Who could catch the prey first, the land bound beast, or the avain in the skies? It soothed a loneliness he didn’t realise he was feeling to humour the idea that it was the same bird each time, despite how unlikely that was. A grunt, a squeal. Something was rushing towards him. He dove out of the way. The feel of something sharp. Cut his flank. A heavy trotted foot. A huff of breath. A boar. He listened for the charge. Waiting. Ducking. Rolling. Evading. Landing kicks to its flank. A leg snapped. The boar tumbled. He pounced. Boar tusks added to the decorations of blood soaked feathers, rabbit toes and scrapes of pelt he hadn’t eaten upon his garb. It was too much to eat alone, eating his full and then trusting on nature to take their own filling. Listening, and agreeing with his senses as he felt wings descend upon the boar, and the brush rustle as other creatures grew near. The carcass was going to be plucked clean. But the wound on his side wasn’t going to deal with itself. The bite of salt water splashed and washed the wound. Leaves were cleansed and laid over the cut, and the vines of a king were bound tight around to apply pressure. The wound burned. Stung. And itched all at the same time. The leaves were packed tight. Nature’s bindings. And he laid still. Feeling the flow of crimson still. But he felt light headed. Tired. Sleep came soon. He, luckily, didn’t bleed out. The binding was tight enough to stall the blood flow. Even luckier that it didn’t get infected without clear, boiled water to cleanse the wound. But as he was healing. he went over his senses through the darkness. He was used to the sense of sound now, enough to catch the movement of beasts to avoid attacks, the sound of movement in the wind. The sense of smell gave him an idea of what was nearby, of what he was stalking, from the scent of pelts, to the markings left in surroundings, and even the aroma of flora. His skin had hardened under the trial and rough treatment. Yet he had honed his sense of touch, to the point where he could trust himself to move through branches within the trees without risking falling. He had returned…to nature. Sightless, Soundless, Boundless. He grew in the flames. Hardened against stones. Held by the grasp of rootes. Scent, Sound, Sensations. Honed, practised and grown. The lack of vision. Of colour. Have a way to a new world. A beauty in the ripple. The pulse of shadow. A canvas of the night. An Ode to the Blind.
  9. ISSUE OF SUMMONS: SOLOMON (SUNS SMILE 63 SA.) ISSUED AND CONFIRMED BY HIS GRACE, PRINCE SIGIRATH II, HALERIR OF FENN, ON BEHALF OF THE ARCHONIC COUNCIL, THE 12th OF THE SUNS’ SMILE, 63 SA. To the good people of Iku’fiyem, The one known as Solomon, @FunOnTheBun, is hereby summoned to an audience in Archonic Court, to discuss and face trial for the accusations levied below. Solomon is to report to the Halerir, to arrange a suitable time for the trial and discuss procedure. Failure to respond, or send word within three Saints days, will be taken as an admission of guilt and judgment will be passed in your absence. He is Charged With: ● Attempted murder of a government official. ● Four (4) counts of disturbing the Peace. ● Three (3) counts of denunciation of Wyrvun. ● Five (5) counts of blasphemy of Wyrvun. Signed, HIS GRACE, Sigirath Tundrak II, Halerir of Fenn, Duke of the Hills, Saviour of the Peoples, etc.
  10. On the Petition for Ecclesiastical Trial The missive would be sent to Joaquin Nuñez of Osanora. and would also be published around the churches of Almari. Stamped with the coat of arms of Johan Vuiller. @Burnsider “Joaquin Nuñez of Osanora. do know that your petition has not been ignored. It has been heard within our halls. The crimes against our Holy Laws, His laws that you describe has been broken is not something we the Tribunal take lightly. So I invite you to bring any eyewitnesses to meet with me, the Auditor of the Tribunal in neutral territory of the Dual Kingdoms of Haenseti-Ruska. A case of this matter involving such names of high profile in both Haense and Oren must be discussed on multiple levels and times. Thus I wish to start with any eye witnesses you might have for your cause to meet with me so that their testimonies can be written down directly from the source. A matter of hearsay will not be valid in such an offense. If their testimonies and the stories told are as you state found to be in breach of our most Holy Laws as ecclesiastical trial shall find place in our most holy of houses. The crimes you have accused these members of are I. Committed a crime against GOD by murdering innocents; II. Committed a crime against GOD by attempting to murder one who has not obtained the age of majority; III. Committed a crime against GOD by encouraging and commanding members of the Imperial State Army to breach canon law; IV. Broke Canon Law by not attempting to resolve violent conflicts with as few casualties as possible, and assaulting targets that were unnecessary for a speedy and virtuous pace; V. Broke Canon Law by not treating prisoners of war humanly. These testimonies will be taken into regards to see if these laws have been broken, and if found to be correct will be used as evidence in an ecclesiastical trial. here the people of interest giving their testimonies will be asked to speak before the Tribunal and those present. The testimonies of those accused of these crimes will also be taken into consideration before a verdict is made on if the matter will move to ecclesiastical trial. This to ensure that both sides will be heard. The list of accused goes as followed; The Count of Susa, Iskander Alexios Basrid. @KBR The Count of Valles, Erik Othaman. @grnappa The Countess of Halstaig, Azariah O`Rourke. The Count of Kositz, Erik Ruthern. @Imperium All of those listed above have been accused of crimes against the noble flock, the Sons and Daughters of Horen. Even if these men and women have denied His eternal Light we must remember that they can still find salvation, but it will not be found at the end of a blade. Thus, I call upon all of you to testify and give your side of the story before a decision shall be made. These testimonies shall be held within the walls of Providence. Also we must not forget that the actions of a few does not shine over the Empire as a whole if these men are to be found guilty of these accusations. as St. Harald though us. we do not punish the many, for the actions of the few. Godspeed.” Signed Johan Vuiller “Horens Giant” Head of House Vuiller, Auditor of the Tribunal. Knight-Regent Emeritus. Knight of the Black Sepulchre. Protector of the Church of the Canon and her faithful
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  12. HOLY NOTICE [!]A Holy Notice marked with the coat of arms of the Palatine Guard Order of the All-Saints could be found on notice boards all over Almaris It has come to our attention that a self proclaimed Prophet once more roams the streets of the canonist world. henceforth as this man is wanted and shall be brought forth for trial at the grace of his Eminence Cardinal Alfred of Jorenus. The Auditor of the Tribunal. Any and all Holy Knights who see this man shall bring him in and quickly send word to both Cardinal Jorenus and myself Lay-Cardinal Johan of Aquila. We have been informed that the man in question has both his eyes burned out and wears a bandage over his eyes and goes by the name of Solomon Raven. He has been accused of slandering the holy mother church and heir faithful, the self proclaiming of being one of God's Prophets. and giving threats against the noble canonist flock. May God bless you all. now and always. ~ Lay- Cardinal Johan Vuiller of Aquila, Horens Giant Knight-Regent of thePalatine Guard Order of the All-Saints. Holy Sir Head of House Vuiller. Knight of the Black Sepulchre & Cardinal Judge Headmaster at the University of St. Sixtus Protector of the Church of the Canon and its faithful
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