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The Goddess Leandra grants spiritual peace to the following Heros who have fallen in service to honor and virtue:
 
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*[[Peregrine_Family#Kay_Peregrine|King Kay Peregrine]], Ruler of Perdan, Twice-fallen. [[Pride of Leandra/Burial of a King|Burial of a King]]
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*[[Goldwater_Family/Jacelyn|Ser Jacelyn of Aldburg]], Viscount of Woolton.
  
 
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It is now in the modern Age of Man that the battle between good and evil is fought, on the World by humanity, and between the Celestial Plane and the Netherworld by the gods of man and Daimon.
 
It is now in the modern Age of Man that the battle between good and evil is fought, on the World by humanity, and between the Celestial Plane and the Netherworld by the gods of man and Daimon.
  
== The Birth of a Religion ==
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== A Campfire Origin Tale ==
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|Content=The shimmering lights of distant worlds pierced through the dark night sky. No clouds or moonlight obscured the these wondrous beauties. Titus gazed at them from just outside his freshly constructed tent and pondered what exactly their origins were. Were these holes in a veil between our world and the world of the Gods? Maybe they were figures the Gods deemed important and not forgot.
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Never would Titus imagine the truth, that these lights were stars like our own and surrounded with planets both unlike and like the one beneath his feet. Much less would he know that these stars, would be the origin of himself with their continual cycle of slow gaseous birth, prolonged burning fusion of atoms, rapid explosive death casting out more gas, and then rebirth once more. From the dust of stars be he and all. But a sliver of the universe gazing upon itself, knowing not that which it sees.
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With a rattle of mail and a torturous light a guard interupted Titus's contemplation. "M'lord," the words fell from guard's lips during his short formal bow, "I bring word from the Strategos Hypatissa and to inform you that the priestess has arrived."
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Titus struggled through the burning torch light, his eyes not yet adjusted after looking at the stars. Disgruntled at the stubble which formed on the middle-aged guard's bony face, Titus fought the urge to chastise the man. "Escort the priestess inside," Titus said sternly as he took the letter from the guard.
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As the guard stormed off to being the priestess to the campfire, Titus popped the seal in order to read the letter. "Shoot," he thought upon noticing that there wasn't enough light here in front of his tent to read the writing. With a sigh he waited with the intent of the priestess arriving first.
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Without the breeze the smell of horse manure lingered through the camp; such was the unfortunate nature of leading cavalry. Still in his battle garb, Titus looked down at the dried blood splattered on his iron breastplate. In this moment he realized that he had yet to wash after the battle. Blood no doubt laid upon his freshly shaved face too.
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Titus ran his hand through his short well-kept brown hair. No dried sections of blood were found and with that he leisurely strolled towards the meeting place. As he took his time, making sure the Raine would arrive first, the thought spung upon him: he forgot to tell the guard to have her on the north side of the fire, so that she would face Titus as he approached. Titus cursed that dunce of a guard, knowing he would likely have her face the north with Titus approaching from behind her.
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"Please, wait here and make yourself comfortable priestess," the guard nodded at her and deposited her at a large campfire. The blaze did wonders to dispel the chill of the night air. Raine smiled as she stood by the fire. It had been ages since she had been in an army camp. So long had she been on the road by herself, staying at inns and farmsteads.
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Smoke rose up from the fire, billowing in Raine's face. She puffed and moved around the fire. It followed her.
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Why is smoke such a trickster spirit? she wondered to herself and she moved again.
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She looked up at the sound of an armour clad man approaching. Clean-shaven. That was a rarity, especially in the field.
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"Lord Titus, I presume?" Raine smiled a bowed shallowly, "I thank you for offering me your hospitality this night."
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"Correct you are," Titus's stately voice bellowed upon the completion of his confident gait. "Priestess Raine Gildre," Titus respectfully bowed before returning to attention, "it is I who owe gratitude for it was you who has entered a potentially hostile camp for this rendezvous. Not only that but I believe you have traveled through the lands of Yssrgard to get here."
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Titus whistled, signalling the entrance of two male servants from inside a nearby tent. A grizzled man with a brown tunic carried a small table while his young companion, barely able to grow facial hair, carried a platter.
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"While there are many honorable men here in these war torn lands," Titus continued as the table was set down near by and the young servant poured a glass of wine, "there are those without such scruples. Was your journey without trouble?"
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Titus's treebark brown eyes never leaving the priestess' while the youthful servant handed him the freshly poured glass of wine.
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"May I offer you a glass of wine or water, Your Eminence?" the servants lips parted as his silken and meek inquiry reached Raine's ears.
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Raine accepted the wine from the servant, and then turned back to Titus and smiled.
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"No journey is ever without trouble, my lord," she said, and took a small sip, "However, I was able to accomplish my goal that I set out to do. So in the end, the trouble was worth the end result."
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She looked around, "You have a fine looking unit here. I had no reason to fear meeting you here. Caligus has a reputation for being a knightly realm, and I had no reason to think I would be treated with hostility. Other realms, such as Eponllyn, I shall not venture to, as they have already shown me their "hospitality". But I digress, good lord. What are the thoughts upon your mind?"
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Titus hesitated, taking a second to gather his thoughts.
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"I have contacts in every realm on Easterria. So when my multiple contacts in Perdan informed me of a prophetess who speaks of a previously unmentioned Goddess, well, as you might imagine, my interested was piqued. And who better than the prophetess herself, to sate my curiosity."
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Titus took a sip of the imported Sirionite wine before asking, "tell me, how did this Goddess, Leandra, reveal herself to you?"
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Raine gazed into the fire and spoke softly, "That, my good lord Titus, is quite a story..." She took another sip of wine, "I told you before that I was a native of Dwilight? I was once the Grand Panetier of Luria Nova, my homeland."
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She stood, and moved away from a plume of smoke, continuing, "Luria was a land of peace and contentment back then, and I sought something more. Finally, one day I boarded a ship and traveled across the sea to Westgard. In Westgard I spent years battling the monsters and undead that plague the western side of the continent. Through my travels, I found myself in the great city of Darfix. What I found in that majestic city was a Portal, which lead me to find an imprisoned God of Man, Ulrith."
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She smiled, her mind far away from the campfire now, "I spoke to Ulrith, and he told me how the Gods of Men had lost so many followers, sapping their powers. The forces of the Netherworld had been capturing these weakened deities, seeking to remove yet another barrier so that they could infect our world with their perverse evil..." she waved some more smoke away, "I brought the faith of Ulrith back to Dwilight, and found some hold in Westgard. Fate, however, had other plans. The SA had decided that my faith was evil, riled up their followers to attack me, and threatened a crusade against any realm holding temples to Ulrith. In the end, my efforts were in vain..."
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She took another sip of wine to refresh her dry throat, "I approach Leandra, I assure you Lord Titus," she chuckled, "It was in these dark times that I had a vision from my God. He told me of Leandra, the Goddess on the East Continent, and bid me travel here to protect her from the same fate which had befallen him. So, with my orders, I emigrated here, to Perdan. With my first footfall on this continent, I could feel Leandra's presence, and it has never left me."
  
To be completed once the religion is officially created.
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Raine finished her wine and held out her hands, "Which is how you find me here, Lord Titus. Doing what I can to spread the virtues of honour and chivalry, and the name of Leandra, in my fight to stem the forces of evil."
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Lost in a fiery trance, the youthful servant snapped back to reality as a stern look from Titus caught his attention. Without hesitation he scurried over to refill Raine's cup of wine. Returning his vision to Raine, Titus's expression eased once more before he replied:
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"There used to be an old drunkard in Abadan, back when I first became Earl, every morning his ragged body limped along begging for a few coins. Nothing so grandiose as yourself but this man claimed to hear voices and see visions."
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Titus paused as the fire crackled, "This Ulrith and Leandra, what are their appearances? Do they look like us humans? A mere shadowy figure? Or maybe something more...abstract?
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And what of a God's voice? Is it gentle and soothing or loud and impairing?"
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Raine smirked at Titus, "I am not begging in the streets, nor do I seem crazy, do I? I am of sound mind, and know what it is I have seen. These are the manifestations of the Gods of Men, not the ramblings of a crazed man."
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She sipped the refreshed wine thankfully, "Truth is, you are not the first to imply I am crazy. Nor, I doubt, shall you be the last. None of that changes my convictions though," she leaned back and gazed into the flames again, "Ulrith... he appeared to me as a great warrior. He had a long, white beard, and while he appeared old, he had a great warrior's build. Leandra, on the other hand, is lithe and lean. She has a catlike prowess. She has appeared to me with brilliant silver-white hair, clad in gleaming plate armour with a crimson mantel. They are both true warriors..."
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Raine trailed off for a moment, letting the fire capture her attention. After a moment, she continued, "I know not what a God's voice sounds. Perhaps we mortals cannot bear to hear their divine voice. Both Ulrith and Leandra have spoken directly in my mind. It was a queer feeling, that is hard to describe. Not that their speech originated in my mind, more that the words were forced into my head... as intrusive as it sounds, it brings such an overwhelming peace of mind..."
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She sighed, took a sip, and returned her attention to the dancing flames and glowing embers...
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''"Speech originating in the mind?"'' Titus contemplated during the silence, ''"what a concept. I suppose if a God were to communicate with a mortal this is how it would be. Otherwise would others not also hear the voice? If so loud as a God would be, many villages, perhaps even cities, would hear the colossal words. This has not been reported and even if the God were to whisper, would that still not be louder than any man could yell? There mustn't be any other way than this...thought-speech."''
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"I do not think you crazy," Titus interrupted the tranquility and stepped towards the fire, "and you're obviously not begging in the streets." As he brought the cup of wine to his parched lips, Titus smirked, "of course it isn't daylight in the village either." With a glance at the priestess Titus sipped the wine. "I jest, priestess," a lightheartedness previously unheard in Titus's tone leaked through in that fleeting moment, "with the loss of your last church and the followers, Ulrith is no more? Befallen to this, Netherworld, that you speak of?"
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Raine shook her head, "I know not, m'lord. I have not felt his presence since I arrived on the shores of this continent. The deities of man are held to their particular islands. I fear with the destruction of my church, he remains in bondage and powerless."
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"Perhaps," she continued, "One day, many years in the future when The Pride is solidified and in a capacity where it not longer needs me, I shall travel back and try to save Dwilight. But! That is not an issue of the remotely near future."
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Titus nodded slightly as he continued to look at the swaying flames. Deep calls of an owl rang clear in the tranquil night. hoo hoo. With patience he raised the rudimentary wooden cup of wine to his lips for a sip. A silken breeze made its way through the camp, pushing smoke into the pair of nobles. Dissatisfaction with the forces of nature crept through the Earl's carefully crafted facade. Titus swallowed the wine during his effort to restore the stoic mask.
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"And this Netherworld," Titus started his inquiry as his eyes opened to reveal the priestess's smooth robes, "I have never heard of such a place in all my years of tutelage. You said that the forces of this Netherworld seek to remove some barrier and infect our world with some evil. What are these forces and this other world?" A genuine look of confusion befell Titus as he asked his question.
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Raine looked at him somberly, "Daimons, my good lord Titus. Their main foothold is Beluaterra, and they also have presence in Dwilight. The undead and monster hordes we face are a direct influence of the Netherworlds desire to break apart our lands. The East Continent has been fortunate, as it is more civilized, not to have had to face the presence of the Daimons. However, nowhere is safe, and the presence of Portal Stones here in the past has been like playing with fire. We have almost no understanding of these stones, and it has long been my belief that they are the key to opening doorways to the Netherworld."
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== Symbolism ==
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The official symbol of the faith is a flaming sword on top of a shield, in the following fashion:
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[[File:LeandraSymbol.png]]
  
 
== Hierarchy ==
 
== Hierarchy ==
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Squire of Leandra - Commoner rank
 
Squire of Leandra - Commoner rank
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== Honors and Awards ==
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TODO: Creation of an award system for various feats or accomplishments.
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[[Category:Religions of East Continent]]

Latest revision as of 00:37, 20 January 2022


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The Pride of Leandra
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Religion Map
Leadership
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Prophet Raine Gildre
Elders:
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The Faith
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Leandra, Goddess of War

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Leandra is one of the Gods of Men, catering to the aspects of war, honor, and chivalry. Residing in her castle in the Plane of Gods, she watches the warriors of the East Continent, granting boons to the finest warriors and especially, to the heroes who will eventually pass on to join her in the afterlife, rewards for a life of honor.

A warrior goddess of unparalleled beauty, Leandra is beloved by both common folk and nobility. Said to possess brilliant silver hair, and clad in gleaming plate, she battles endlessly across the cosmos for honor, chivalry, and righteousness.

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The Goddess Leandra grants spiritual peace to the following Heros who have fallen in service to honor and virtue:

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Knights of Leandra are expected to follow a certain code to chivalrous behavior.

1. To protect the weak and the defenseless, and seek out and vanquish evil wherever it is found

2. To refrain from the wanton giving of offense, and eschew unfairness, meanness, and deceit

3. To live by honor and glory, and at all times to speak the truth

4. To guard the honor of fellow members of the Faith

History

In the beginning, only the gods existed on the Celestial Plane. Desiring to create more of their universe, the gods created the World, spanning several continents. Upon this world, they gifted Life, and humanity was created. Humanity thrived and grew, settling around the continents, creating cities and towns, and eventually even entire realms. While the World grew, the Darkness watched. Evil Daimon gods had created, unbeknownst to the other gods, the Netherworld. This vile world was all the evil that the World lacked, where legions of undead and packs of monsters were created. Daimons were born of their unholy gods.

As humanity was reaching its pinnacle, the Daimons launched their attack against the World. Portal Stones had been placed throughout the continents, and through their assembly opened great and magical portals to the Netherworld. From these portals came the undead and monster scourges to plague the lands of humanity.

The gods, through their combined power, were able to protect the continents from the Daimons. They funneled down the Daimons portal magic to Beluaterra, which resulted in only one continent on which the Daimons could set foot.

It is now in the modern Age of Man that the battle between good and evil is fought, on the World by humanity, and between the Celestial Plane and the Netherworld by the gods of man and Daimon.

A Campfire Origin Tale

Roleplay from Titus Foote and Raine Gildre
The shimmering lights of distant worlds pierced through the dark night sky. No clouds or moonlight obscured the these wondrous beauties. Titus gazed at them from just outside his freshly constructed tent and pondered what exactly their origins were. Were these holes in a veil between our world and the world of the Gods? Maybe they were figures the Gods deemed important and not forgot.

Never would Titus imagine the truth, that these lights were stars like our own and surrounded with planets both unlike and like the one beneath his feet. Much less would he know that these stars, would be the origin of himself with their continual cycle of slow gaseous birth, prolonged burning fusion of atoms, rapid explosive death casting out more gas, and then rebirth once more. From the dust of stars be he and all. But a sliver of the universe gazing upon itself, knowing not that which it sees.

With a rattle of mail and a torturous light a guard interupted Titus's contemplation. "M'lord," the words fell from guard's lips during his short formal bow, "I bring word from the Strategos Hypatissa and to inform you that the priestess has arrived."

Titus struggled through the burning torch light, his eyes not yet adjusted after looking at the stars. Disgruntled at the stubble which formed on the middle-aged guard's bony face, Titus fought the urge to chastise the man. "Escort the priestess inside," Titus said sternly as he took the letter from the guard.

As the guard stormed off to being the priestess to the campfire, Titus popped the seal in order to read the letter. "Shoot," he thought upon noticing that there wasn't enough light here in front of his tent to read the writing. With a sigh he waited with the intent of the priestess arriving first.

Without the breeze the smell of horse manure lingered through the camp; such was the unfortunate nature of leading cavalry. Still in his battle garb, Titus looked down at the dried blood splattered on his iron breastplate. In this moment he realized that he had yet to wash after the battle. Blood no doubt laid upon his freshly shaved face too.

Titus ran his hand through his short well-kept brown hair. No dried sections of blood were found and with that he leisurely strolled towards the meeting place. As he took his time, making sure the Raine would arrive first, the thought spung upon him: he forgot to tell the guard to have her on the north side of the fire, so that she would face Titus as he approached. Titus cursed that dunce of a guard, knowing he would likely have her face the north with Titus approaching from behind her.

"Please, wait here and make yourself comfortable priestess," the guard nodded at her and deposited her at a large campfire. The blaze did wonders to dispel the chill of the night air. Raine smiled as she stood by the fire. It had been ages since she had been in an army camp. So long had she been on the road by herself, staying at inns and farmsteads.

Smoke rose up from the fire, billowing in Raine's face. She puffed and moved around the fire. It followed her.

Why is smoke such a trickster spirit? she wondered to herself and she moved again.

She looked up at the sound of an armour clad man approaching. Clean-shaven. That was a rarity, especially in the field.

"Lord Titus, I presume?" Raine smiled a bowed shallowly, "I thank you for offering me your hospitality this night."

"Correct you are," Titus's stately voice bellowed upon the completion of his confident gait. "Priestess Raine Gildre," Titus respectfully bowed before returning to attention, "it is I who owe gratitude for it was you who has entered a potentially hostile camp for this rendezvous. Not only that but I believe you have traveled through the lands of Yssrgard to get here."

Titus whistled, signalling the entrance of two male servants from inside a nearby tent. A grizzled man with a brown tunic carried a small table while his young companion, barely able to grow facial hair, carried a platter.

"While there are many honorable men here in these war torn lands," Titus continued as the table was set down near by and the young servant poured a glass of wine, "there are those without such scruples. Was your journey without trouble?"

Titus's treebark brown eyes never leaving the priestess' while the youthful servant handed him the freshly poured glass of wine.

"May I offer you a glass of wine or water, Your Eminence?" the servants lips parted as his silken and meek inquiry reached Raine's ears.

Raine accepted the wine from the servant, and then turned back to Titus and smiled.

"No journey is ever without trouble, my lord," she said, and took a small sip, "However, I was able to accomplish my goal that I set out to do. So in the end, the trouble was worth the end result."

She looked around, "You have a fine looking unit here. I had no reason to fear meeting you here. Caligus has a reputation for being a knightly realm, and I had no reason to think I would be treated with hostility. Other realms, such as Eponllyn, I shall not venture to, as they have already shown me their "hospitality". But I digress, good lord. What are the thoughts upon your mind?"

Titus hesitated, taking a second to gather his thoughts.

"I have contacts in every realm on Easterria. So when my multiple contacts in Perdan informed me of a prophetess who speaks of a previously unmentioned Goddess, well, as you might imagine, my interested was piqued. And who better than the prophetess herself, to sate my curiosity."

Titus took a sip of the imported Sirionite wine before asking, "tell me, how did this Goddess, Leandra, reveal herself to you?"

Raine gazed into the fire and spoke softly, "That, my good lord Titus, is quite a story..." She took another sip of wine, "I told you before that I was a native of Dwilight? I was once the Grand Panetier of Luria Nova, my homeland."

She stood, and moved away from a plume of smoke, continuing, "Luria was a land of peace and contentment back then, and I sought something more. Finally, one day I boarded a ship and traveled across the sea to Westgard. In Westgard I spent years battling the monsters and undead that plague the western side of the continent. Through my travels, I found myself in the great city of Darfix. What I found in that majestic city was a Portal, which lead me to find an imprisoned God of Man, Ulrith."

She smiled, her mind far away from the campfire now, "I spoke to Ulrith, and he told me how the Gods of Men had lost so many followers, sapping their powers. The forces of the Netherworld had been capturing these weakened deities, seeking to remove yet another barrier so that they could infect our world with their perverse evil..." she waved some more smoke away, "I brought the faith of Ulrith back to Dwilight, and found some hold in Westgard. Fate, however, had other plans. The SA had decided that my faith was evil, riled up their followers to attack me, and threatened a crusade against any realm holding temples to Ulrith. In the end, my efforts were in vain..."

She took another sip of wine to refresh her dry throat, "I approach Leandra, I assure you Lord Titus," she chuckled, "It was in these dark times that I had a vision from my God. He told me of Leandra, the Goddess on the East Continent, and bid me travel here to protect her from the same fate which had befallen him. So, with my orders, I emigrated here, to Perdan. With my first footfall on this continent, I could feel Leandra's presence, and it has never left me."

Raine finished her wine and held out her hands, "Which is how you find me here, Lord Titus. Doing what I can to spread the virtues of honour and chivalry, and the name of Leandra, in my fight to stem the forces of evil."

Lost in a fiery trance, the youthful servant snapped back to reality as a stern look from Titus caught his attention. Without hesitation he scurried over to refill Raine's cup of wine. Returning his vision to Raine, Titus's expression eased once more before he replied:

"There used to be an old drunkard in Abadan, back when I first became Earl, every morning his ragged body limped along begging for a few coins. Nothing so grandiose as yourself but this man claimed to hear voices and see visions."

Titus paused as the fire crackled, "This Ulrith and Leandra, what are their appearances? Do they look like us humans? A mere shadowy figure? Or maybe something more...abstract?

And what of a God's voice? Is it gentle and soothing or loud and impairing?"

Raine smirked at Titus, "I am not begging in the streets, nor do I seem crazy, do I? I am of sound mind, and know what it is I have seen. These are the manifestations of the Gods of Men, not the ramblings of a crazed man."

She sipped the refreshed wine thankfully, "Truth is, you are not the first to imply I am crazy. Nor, I doubt, shall you be the last. None of that changes my convictions though," she leaned back and gazed into the flames again, "Ulrith... he appeared to me as a great warrior. He had a long, white beard, and while he appeared old, he had a great warrior's build. Leandra, on the other hand, is lithe and lean. She has a catlike prowess. She has appeared to me with brilliant silver-white hair, clad in gleaming plate armour with a crimson mantel. They are both true warriors..."

Raine trailed off for a moment, letting the fire capture her attention. After a moment, she continued, "I know not what a God's voice sounds. Perhaps we mortals cannot bear to hear their divine voice. Both Ulrith and Leandra have spoken directly in my mind. It was a queer feeling, that is hard to describe. Not that their speech originated in my mind, more that the words were forced into my head... as intrusive as it sounds, it brings such an overwhelming peace of mind..."

She sighed, took a sip, and returned her attention to the dancing flames and glowing embers...

"Speech originating in the mind?" Titus contemplated during the silence, "what a concept. I suppose if a God were to communicate with a mortal this is how it would be. Otherwise would others not also hear the voice? If so loud as a God would be, many villages, perhaps even cities, would hear the colossal words. This has not been reported and even if the God were to whisper, would that still not be louder than any man could yell? There mustn't be any other way than this...thought-speech."

"I do not think you crazy," Titus interrupted the tranquility and stepped towards the fire, "and you're obviously not begging in the streets." As he brought the cup of wine to his parched lips, Titus smirked, "of course it isn't daylight in the village either." With a glance at the priestess Titus sipped the wine. "I jest, priestess," a lightheartedness previously unheard in Titus's tone leaked through in that fleeting moment, "with the loss of your last church and the followers, Ulrith is no more? Befallen to this, Netherworld, that you speak of?"

Raine shook her head, "I know not, m'lord. I have not felt his presence since I arrived on the shores of this continent. The deities of man are held to their particular islands. I fear with the destruction of my church, he remains in bondage and powerless."

"Perhaps," she continued, "One day, many years in the future when The Pride is solidified and in a capacity where it not longer needs me, I shall travel back and try to save Dwilight. But! That is not an issue of the remotely near future."

Titus nodded slightly as he continued to look at the swaying flames. Deep calls of an owl rang clear in the tranquil night. hoo hoo. With patience he raised the rudimentary wooden cup of wine to his lips for a sip. A silken breeze made its way through the camp, pushing smoke into the pair of nobles. Dissatisfaction with the forces of nature crept through the Earl's carefully crafted facade. Titus swallowed the wine during his effort to restore the stoic mask.

"And this Netherworld," Titus started his inquiry as his eyes opened to reveal the priestess's smooth robes, "I have never heard of such a place in all my years of tutelage. You said that the forces of this Netherworld seek to remove some barrier and infect our world with some evil. What are these forces and this other world?" A genuine look of confusion befell Titus as he asked his question.

Raine looked at him somberly, "Daimons, my good lord Titus. Their main foothold is Beluaterra, and they also have presence in Dwilight. The undead and monster hordes we face are a direct influence of the Netherworlds desire to break apart our lands. The East Continent has been fortunate, as it is more civilized, not to have had to face the presence of the Daimons. However, nowhere is safe, and the presence of Portal Stones here in the past has been like playing with fire. We have almost no understanding of these stones, and it has long been my belief that they are the key to opening doorways to the Netherworld."
Titus Foote and Raine Gildre


Symbolism

The official symbol of the faith is a flaming sword on top of a shield, in the following fashion:

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Hierarchy

Founder: Prophet - TODO

Sword of Leandra - The Elder Swordbrother/Sister

Shield of Leandra - The Elder Shieldbrother/Sister

Helm of Leandra - The Elder Helmbrother/Sister

Champion of Leandra - Any faithful who has won a Swordfighting tournament or killed an opponent in battle.

Hero of Leandra - Honored heroes of Leandra.

Exalted Errant - Nobles who have shown to live their life by the Knight's Code. (TODO add criteria)

Faithful Knight - A knight who has sworn to follow the Goddess Leandra.

Champion Squire - An Adventurer who has slain an Alpha and returned with proof.

Squire of Leandra - Commoner rank

Honors and Awards

TODO: Creation of an award system for various feats or accomplishments.