Unti Family/Nerta/A5S2

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Ar Agyr	Irondale	Thalmarkin
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr Cold. Already the blanket of snow was thick leaving Nerta to rest in her small camp and reflect on how things had changed in a year. Last winter she had fled from Mhed wearing only a rough wool tunic and now she had a letter requesting coin from some Patrician. A request she could now fulfill. Ignoring the Old Man as he reads off a litany of titles from the bottom of the letter, Nerta glances around the small camp. A stew bubbles away, her tent pitched near by, both a marked improvement from last year. Though some things were the same: she was still helping Plebeians with their monster problems; still alone. Despite all the adventures of the last few weeks she'd not seen Wren or Jacinda for some time. Hopefully they were all right. "You have the money to fulfill the request, though you'll need to get to the bank... You're a league away Nerta." "I know Old Man, I know." Scrubbing her face with a sigh, Nerta collects some stew. "How did you... How did you do it back in the day? How did you handle," she waves a hand about, "everything." Her ghostly companion smiles, "A solstice miracle, you ask for my advise." A hand rising to forestall the retort, the scholar sighs, "Yet I don't really have an answer to your question. I tried things; sometimes they worked and sometimes they didn't. All you can do is try and hope that others will as well." "Others are trying I'll give them that..." The shade chuckles, "Yes, they can be that as well. But overall things are going well." "Well? Every day we get reports of doom and the undead marching around." The Old Man laughs, "Yes, it is winter after all, but spring will come and some will have survived." Rubbing her temple Nerta sighs, "Cold Old Man. Cold." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
	Letter from Grante Le Monte Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Fellow Faithful, While I have not written to this chamber much, or spent much time in one of our temples (I have yet to explore the one in Firbalt as I wait for a time when Hierophant Ryosuke might give a tour of it), I nonetheless have spent much time reading any old tomes or scriptures I could find since my first discovery of the Old Gods. And you can find quite a lot of forgotten ones when in the south. With my new appointment as duke and lord of Fianik, I will be opening a temple here in short time once I have the time and gold to do so. If possible, it would be great for a priest to visit here as it seems an old Daishi temple is still standing, and we do not need the peasantry getting confused. For the Old Gods, Grante Le Monte (Duke of Land’s End, Margrave of Fianik)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods There's no doubt a lot to read given just how many books there are. The Old Man suggests digging out the vellum and stone tablets if you want the real crazy stuff, but wants me to add that if you have any trouble with translations he can handle it with the Stone Table in the Agyrian Academy. As for some old temple: That's the third time it's come up in Irondale, maybe we should hold a conclave and get to the bottom of all these strange ruins? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
	Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods May I suggest asking the Dashi to close their temple in the city and move on? While it is up to each regions Lady/Lord what to do, I'd rather not have the influence of the Dashi in any region I controlled and asking them nicely to depart gives them the chance to do so gracefully. Quincy Stormreaver (Keeper of Law of Irondale, Viscount of Aesh)
		Letter from Anyte Luitolf Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Good luck getting Daishi to agree to anything. So much as speak about their temples and they start throwing fits about religious oppression. Anyte Luitolf (Duchess of the Bathory)
	Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods If there was a temple in Aesh when I took over they would have already been asked and, failing to be pleasant about it, I would have converted it into something more useful already and kicked out the clergy. Aesh needs more brothels... Quincy Stormreaver (Keeper of Law of Irondale, Viscount of Aesh)
	Letter from Tristan De La Fere Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I shall be there Dear Duke! Yes closing the temples is a good idea, but its worthwhile to wait until most of the population believes in right things. We do not want the brainwashed cattle to murder each other. With Respect, Tristan De La Fere (Earl of Baqua)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Ar Agyr With the way you guys were talking I thought you meant some old ruin. But it sounds like they're active temples. Why do you want to close them down? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
	Letter from Alice Schwarzherzig Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Why would we tolerate temples of other false faiths? Constantly leading the faithful astray with their non-religion. Daishi exists purely as a glorified message group. The only messages ever sent there are complaints about temples being torn down, and Nothoi's war coordination. Alice Schwarzherzig (Viscountess of Porl)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods Why would we not tolerate such a thing? After all, does not the mountain tolerate some grass upon it's face? We, the greater, need not fear the lesser. ​​​​​​If this faith unites a great many people and allows them to speak and share, then it serves a small part in the quest to win the land for humanity. Those who are receptive to the truth can join us in winning the love of the Gods, while the others can continue to serve their small part in ignorance. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods Letters. Sitting in a familiar Fronepu tavern with a bowl of stew, Nerta notes how quiet it is this time. The chill of winter and the armies of the Sunken Kingdom on the march gave a far more oppressive atmosphere than a tournament rioting in the streets. She'd come out of the sewer with the head of a bogwraith to the tavernkeeper's insistence on a meal. It was an added reward to the posted bounty, but a welcome one. The letters less so. The Old Man had frowned and tisked, muttering about the Valentic Order throughout reading her the exchanges. Finally she'd interjected with the stab of a spoon. "What does it matter what some Patrician on the other side of the world thinks about temples?" "Nerta, I'm going to assume your tired after hunting beasts in the dark." Pretending to sit next to her the shade sighs and gestures to another scroll, "This faith they speak of is expansive and by these very accounts, militant. Nevermind that conflict between humanity is one of our greatest weakness, to anger this faith is to invite some crusade or another." With a sigh the woman leans back and scrubs her face with one hand, trying to wake herself, "Okay, so why then? Why are we even talking about this?" "Well..." The specter scratches at his beard, ethereal grave dust drifting, "Though many adopt the the old ways and seek to win the love of the Gods, they retain newer ways of thinking. Valentic ways, we called it back in the day." "Yes you muttered about them, with the same tone you use for 'barbarians'," her tired voice dry, the woman shifts in her seat and tries to stretch her back against the corner. The Old Man smirks, "Good catch. The Valentic Order was alwasy more militant, more concerned with orthodoxy, truth," he pauses, "and power." "Mmmm," she winces and adjusts the digging pressure, "So you figure these guys are just, what? Itching to prove they're right and Daishi is wrong or something?" "A man who will lead a rebellion is a man of conviction, and those who will follow him are comfortable with risk." He raises a finger, "And power." Signing the woman turns back to her stew, back still tight, "And you weren't?" The shade's smile is almost boyish, "I had other avenues of power. Besides, the quest is too important to play dice for the fate of Beluaterra." "Your piety still surprised me at times, so at odds with your cynicism." "Piety is not as impressive when it comes from knowledge rather than faith. Before my death I walked the halls of the Gods and after," he frowns, "they made it clear the price of our failure." "Ya... Humanity under the talon of a dragon, forever." They sit in silence for a time, the stew growing cold as appetite fades. Finally Nerta sighs and pushes it away, "Fine, I'll get some scribe to write your reply." "It would be easier if you learned how to write you know..." "Don't start with me Old Man," rising to her feet she smiles faintly, "Besides if I do, what will you have to do all day?" ​"​​​​​​Relax?" Nerta snorts and pushes out into the cold, "You don't know how." "No," he smiles, "I guess I don't." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
	Letter from Ryosuke Guile Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods For me, I wish to see the common folk of Firbalt enlightened as I have been. The temple of Daishi that exists in my city is increasingly derelict and abandoned by both noble and commoner alike. I do not like having such an eyesore within the city limits, nor do I personally agree with the Daishist hold over my peasants. When I manage to return to Firbalt from my rounds, I will reach out to the elders of their faith and notify them that they can come and close their temple down, or leave it for my Dawnguard to do. It will depend on how long it would take them to come and dismantle the remains of the structure... But to put it as plainly as possible, for me it is a matter of desiring my peasants being of a like mind, at least in faith. Nothing against Daishi, as I have heard next to nothing about/from them. That being said, Irondale still remains open to all faiths, and Lords are entitled to build or destroy temples on their own lands as they wish, according to the ancient rights of nobility. Provided it is not a Mordokian temple being built. I’ll have the hands, tongue, and teeth of any of those cannibals that I find in my domain. Under the Masked One’s Sight, Vox Noctis, Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Margrave of Firbalt)
	Letter from Alice Schwarzherzig Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Grass does not turn the mountain into more grass. If we allow this "grass" to turn more of the mountain into grass, how much of the mountain will be eaten by goats and the like? One nibble is too much. Alice Schwarzherzig (Viscountess of Porl)
	Letter from Ryosuke Guile Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I thought we liked goats, though? Duke Remus is quite a goat-minded man, after all! There is Honour, and Beauty, in the goat! Perhaps I’m just not understanding the mountain/grass/goat metaphor. Regardless, I like goats. They are delicious. Vox Noctis, Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Margrave of Firbalt)
	Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Fellow Followers, When I came to Irondale I joined the Dashi because that's what the people of my region worshiped, as did many others in the realm; I saw nothing wrong with it at the time. As the days and weeks past, I noticed how stagnant and self-serving many of the followers were and prayed that there was a better alternative, like the gods of my father: The Old Gods. My prayers have been answered and I see no reason not to share this faith with others as well as remove the temptation of corruption and sloth from those who don't know better. The common folk need to be shown and told what is right, they can't be trusted to make such decisions on their own, that's why they have us. A decision to remove the Dashi taint is a decision to empower the Old Gods and the people. I will always do as much as possible within my power (reasonably, of course) to keep my people on the right path. Iron Within and Sexy Velvet Without, Quincy Stormreaver (Keeper of Law of Irondale, Viscount of Aesh)
	Letter from Tristan De La Fere Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Whats next? Somebody tells us to live peacefully with the Children also? Share bread with the undead? No. We must prove our worth. Tristan De La Fere (Earl of Baqua)
	Letter from Alice Schwarzherzig Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I joined the Daishi once too. I was told to join by old man Willy, and I quote, "because Daishi is the tool which Nothoi uses to coordinate its wars." I for one cannot tolerate such a vile lie. A message group masquerading as a religion is disgusting. Alice Schwarzherzig (Viscountess of Porl)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods It is good that everyone is passionate. Alice; the noble defender, worried for the sake of the common folk and disgusted at hypocrisy. Quincy; the champion against corruption, seeking to shepherd others as a father would a child. Tristan; reminding us that conflict between humanity is fruitless when there are monsters to slay. And of course Ryosuke; the bringer of enlightenment. All of these are noble goals from noble men and women. Righteous fury at the injustice of the world is the only reasonable response. But we must ask ourselves: Do we seek justice? For if we do we must be prepared to surrender ourselves as well. Alice, a woman who despises the hypocrite and the faithless, will not shy from the truth. Humanity invaded these lands with the intent to win them. When force of arms was not enough some of our ancestors lost hope and fled. Others chose to learn; to win the love of the Gods. Quincy's grandfather might say that such was a corruption of the ways of our ancestors: To leave our powerless faiths at the sea and adopt a new one tied to this land; but it is not so. Like Ryosuke, Quincy's father sought enlightenment and in finding it, realized the gravity of our injustice to the Children of the Old Gods, and of our forebears to the Dragons. But as Tristan reminds, we did this for a noble end: For a bright future for our people. So while we have done these terrible things and shall continue to do them, we must do so with full acceptance of who and what we are. The Daishi are hollow. Tragic. The Daishi are corrupt. Inexcusable. The Daishi are militant. Ignoble. The Daishi lead the people astray. Horrible. But we are not the Daishi. We are the Followers of the Old Gods. We know the truth, of this land and of ourselves. Through that knowledge we will bring about the golden age of humanity on this continent. Do not let righteous fury seduce you into what you despise. We are not hypocrites because we do not hide what we are. We are not corrupt because we allow our youth to reach enlightenment by merit of it's own worth, as a father would to a cherished son. We are not prone to the squabbling of others because we keep vigilant watch on the real enemy. We are a passionate people, but that passion is tempered by wisdom. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
	Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Followers, I appreciate Lady Nerta's urging of caution and tempered wisdom. As a matter of fact, my reaction is quite tempered from my initial urgings when I left the Dashi to literally burn all their temples to the ground. Now my desire is simply to convert these houses of ill-repute to places more wholesome like brothels and strip clubs. Win-win. All this is hypothetical, for the moment, anyways since there is no Dashi temple in my region. Should I acquire a different region in the future, the untitled 'Dashi to brothel' project will be enacted for the betterment of all. Iron Within and Sexy Tempered Velvet Without, Quincy Stormreaver (Keeeper of Law, Viscount of Aesh)
	Letter from Grante Le Monte Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Fellow Followers, I am glad this has stirred up discussion. I do not intend to tear it down immediately as I am still getting to know the peasantry here and believe that would start that relationship off on the wrong foot. Thus why I requested that a priest come and help begin the process to opening their eyes to the Old Gods and how we must prove ourselves to them so that we gain their favor over their children. I do not believe that is possible if too much of humanity believes in false gods. Grante Le Monte (Duke of Land's End, Margrave of Fianik)
	Letter from Gadwin Ardent Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods What is this 'strip club' Lord Quincy spoke of? Is this a wood working facility or some religious site of the Old Gods? I am wholly unfamiliar with this term. Gadwin Ardent (Viscount of Daisha)
	Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Lord Gadwin, It is most certainly a 'wood working facility' and should be a religious site for everyone, especially the Followers. Quincy Stormreaver (Keeeper of Law, Viscount of Aesh)
	Letter from Gadwin Ardent Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I am slowly becoming more familiar with the lore of the Old Gods. Enough that I may gave a few questions worth asking. Who is this 'Old Man' I have heard referenced so often? Where have the Augurs gone? Have there been no Augurs of gods aside from the Ice Queen? Those touched by other gods or goddesses? Where did our knowldge of the Old Gods first come from? Was it the Elemental Scroll of Time? Who first brought knowldge of the Old Gods to the people of Beluaterra? Was this Aldo Unti? What happened to the man or woman who brought these truths to us all? I am sure I will have many more questions but I feel these are a good start. I thank any who may respond in advance - your guidance is most appreciated. Gadwin Ardent (Viscount of Daisha)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods Heavy With a grunt Nerta loads another sack of flour into the cart, "How do you want to respond?" The confused plebian miller holding open the letter furrows his brow, "Pardon?" Shifting another sack, the woman waves a hand, "Sorry, not you. My ghost." Bemused the bearded specter glances back, inclining his head to the shade of the miller's wife, "Self-effacingly of course." "Careful dear, they're talking politics," the flickering shade with a flower in her hair wrings her hands and ushers the poor man along. "Let's go get them that ichor ale we promised for all the help with the attic mite and let them talk." The miller turned letter stand, rolls up the paper and sighs, "My dear, we've not had any ichor ale since the old Lord Kedri passed." "Oh right," turning to the extra hands of the day the shade curtsies, "So sorry, my memory isn't what it used to be." Nerta lets out a grunt and pauses to wipe her brow with one sleeve, "It's alright, I have to put up with him after all." The miller nods and moves to pick up another sack, but Nerta waves the bent man off leaving him to harrumph and sigh, "So you say m'lady. Still don't know why I can't see your's. Ghost's a plenty in the north by your 'Old Man' won't make an appearance? Not that I'm calling you a liar, you understand, just mighty strange. " "It's alright miller. He doesn't... know, either." Tossing the last flour onto the cart back Nerta stretches and sighs, "You're taking all of these to the lord's manor, right? Might I hitch a ride? I need a scribe and I'll guess your hand isn't as steady as it once was." The miller lets out a chuckle and holds up a hand, "Steady as the Kadara but no, I can't read. If you want a ride I'll take you into town, least I can do. Just let me get the horses and we can go." Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)