Unti Family/Nerta/A4S3

Talking Gods
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. 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 knowledge of the Old Gods first come from? Was it the Elemental Scroll of Time? Who first brought knowledge 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)
Soren's Tale
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)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods Let me see what I can do to answer your questions Gadwin. Who is this 'Old Man' I have heard referenced so often? The Old Man is exactly that, a man of years who provides answers, and the occasional unwelcome song. He happily invites you to come by the Agyrian Academy for a drink so you two can get to know each other.  Where have the Augurs gone? The Blooded are still around, but since the temple was closed for so long, most don't know what they are. But for a while there we had more than a few in our circle yet strangely they have left ever since Keffa. Have there been no Augurs of gods aside from the Ice Queen? Those touched by other gods or goddesses? Beyond the Foederati and the Blooded the other Gods have not seen fit to bless or curse any other humans. For good or ill.  Where did our knowldge of the Old Gods first come from?  The Chronicles of the Age tell the story of how humanity came to know of the Old Gods. The Dark Mistress in human guise visited the cities of man and taught them the power of Incindia and Fertilis along with the secrets of the land. Eventually the first colonists grew suspicious of the woman and uncovered her divinity, after which she vanished.  Was it the Elemental Scroll of Time? The Elemental Scroll of Time was the first legendary artifact to be discovered, and though it contained many secrets it did came years after the Old Gods were known.  Who first brought knowldge of the Old Gods to the people of Beluaterra? Was this Aldo Unti? Aldo Unti was not the first to know of the Old Gods, but he was the first to bring it to the attention of the Patricians. It was part of the "Reformation" in the north more than 16 years ago. As for what happened to him, he died of course. It was a long time ago after all. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Gadwin Ardent Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Thank you for your time Priestess Nerta, you have answered many questions and sparked more - should you or others be so willing as to continue my education. I have read the Chronicles but could not find much information about the Chronicles themselves. Where were the Chronicles of the Age discovered? When and by who? Who leads the faithful now? The structure of the faith I read about in the libraries does not seem to line up with what I could gather at the temples. Are their programs for guiding those who would aspire to the priesthood or is this more of a personal path for each individual? Again, I look forward to learning more and thank you all for your patience and efforts. I do not always know what questions to ask so if it seems clear to any of you that I am missing something obvious, do feel free to bring it up. I am more interested in learning than looking smart at this time and in these matters. Gadwin Ardent (Viscount of Daisha)
Letter from Gadwin Ardent Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Also, while I sent a similar missive to the nobles of Irondale, I feel it would be prudent to repeat the message here for those who do not call the Republic home. I have recently been honored with the Lordship of Daisha. As the new Viscount, I would welcome and encourage any and all priests or priestesses of the Old Gods to come to Daisha and share the faith with the locals here - myself included. My only restriction is that the conversion of Daisha to the Old Gods be handled in a manner that is not damaging to the region, Duchy or Realm. Some discomfort is expected but a smooth transition is desired. Gadwin Ardent (Viscount of Daisha)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods Soren had spent the last couple of days within the depths of his estate, the Udara Manor in Seven Rivers. Since the incident with the boar creature, a number of the minor lords had begun coming to him to provide additional services that he did not request. Two had offered to get him goods at a lower rate than the other could provide. Another offered him better horses than he had ever seen. When asked why he hadn't provided them the first time the lord managed to slink away unnoticed, but only because the Shieldborn representative came asking for five hundred militia to go and retake Black Jaw's Conquest. Of all the visitors, only Katria of the Kadara family had been allowed to stay on hand as she had shown a sense of duty to the people before her family's coin purse. The other family, the Llorn, had only come by to offer support in reigning in the chaos the rogue Children had created. With Katria turning most of the proper noble guests away Soren had made himself comfortable in the back, playing a number of tunes on a lute. Most people payed the lord little mind as he scribbled a word here, a note there, playing with a smile. He scribbled a small note, something to bring up to Wren the next time he saw her if he remembered the song bird adventurer's music correctly. He looked like he was doing something silly, but he was studying as much as writing, not that it was clear to the naked eye. He was trying to capture the right note and it was just out of his grasp when he heard the cart pull up. The note was gone, and he sighed as he set his lute down and wandered over to the back of the courtyard. The dark haired noble made it to the gate as the guard at the back opened it up. Soren gave the miller a smile. "Back already?" he asked politely, stepping aside for the man to bring the cart in. Getting an affirmative answer, Soren was about to walk away until a shiver ran through him. He stopped and looked around. A sound, just beyond what he would call a normal range, rang in his ear. The flipping of a coin. He looked back at the cart, spotting the priestess on board, and nodded. "Got yourself a new assistant?" He stepped closer to try to take a better look at her, not noticing the light thud as something small fell out of his pocket. Closer inspection would reveal the old Consul's Seal of Melhed he had taken to carrying as a good luck charm. "Pleasure to meet you. Soren Navaar, at your service, Miss..." Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods As the cart rolls to a stop, the hooded Nerta grips the side and glances around the small courtyard. The estate was hardly the most prosperous, but at least it seemed in good repair. The melodic voice cuts her inspection short. A senechal perhaps? Hmm given his bearing and mode of dress, not to mention the icon affixed his cloak, he must be the lord. Raising a hand in greeting, the woman slips from the cart, “I am called Nerta, and unless I miss my guess you’re the one with old songs even though you don’t look as ancient as Bob.” Soren nodded. “That would be me, aye. I have some old books from the Academy in my library. Actually, that battle one required some translation to make sense, so I’m glad my work is so popular.” His plain dress lacked any coat showing his comfort in the biting winter chill and expectation of a quiet night without visitors. As he reached past Nerta, Soren paused just before he grabbed a sack of flour. “So you must be the Priestess answering questions.” He quickly gave a bow and flashed a smile. “A pleasure to meet you at last.” He reached into the cart and threw a sack of flour on his shoulder. Despite his musical nature, Soren had trained for a long time and it showed. “And you must be the man of old books as well. Aren’t you full of surprises.” Slipping out of Soren’s way, the woman notes his willingness to help even as she shrugs, “I just help folks same as always, though only sometimes it works. I do need to send a few more responses though, perhaps I can borrow your scribe?” Soren nodded again. “Of course,” he said as he started about unloading the cart. He didn’t seem to have many words for someone that liked to perform. “Ah… They may be about today. Jakken ri Shieldborn has been… persistent in requesting a small army to take back Black Jaw’s Conquest. It’s just a swamp,” he said with a laugh. “I have all the supplies you may need.” Nerta remains aloof of Soren’s toil, tugging her cloak tight about herself, “Trouble of some form that needs a scribe? Or do you mean every able body is heading off to this ‘Black Jaw’s Conquest’?” Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods “Knowing Jakken? Both.” He signaled his guard and called him over. “Can you check with Katria if any of the scribes are around? Lady Nerta has need of their services.” As the guard hurries off the woman makes quite the face, “Hardly a lady Soren, but if I must pretend to get things done I’ll do so.” “Not a lady? If you say so, Priestess.” He grabbed another flour sack and set it on the ground, working out a good rhythm with the miller. “You know, now that I see you up close you’re a lot younger than I expected. That sermon of yours the other day had a lot of old virtues in it. Old as the Old Gods themselves, some might say.” Adding another sack to the pile he looked her over, “Old songs. Old knowledge…” He looked at Nerta like she was a puzzle to figure out. There was no malice or ill intent in his words or stance, but much of the calm and quiet had slipped away to the steady tone of someone in command. Nerta’s eyes narrow, “You’re not the only one with access to the Academy. I’ve done a lot of reading.” “Miller, your payment is at the gates,” he said, gently ushering the man away as the last sack hit the ground. His eyes never left the priestess. “And yet you want to borrow a scribe while wearing a heavy cloak for early winter,” he commented quietly, once the miller was out of earshot. Fishing in his belt pouch, Soren’s curiosity shifts to concern as he looks to the ground. Spotting something out of the corner of his eye, he bends down and holds up an old item and laughs at his own behavior, but is still clearly relieved. “I inherited quite a few things from old Melhed,” he said as he offered her the seal to look at. “I don’t know if this means anything to you, but I keep it as a sign of aspirations to come.” Nerta considers the offered seal for a long moment but slowly reaches out to accept the odd trinket. Turning it in her hand she nods, “I’m foederati and if you’re okay with that, I’ll help you put away the flour.” Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Message to the Old Gods The only trouble Gadwin is finding time to scribe out the letter. To my understanding the Chronicles of the Age were first translated from the monster tongue by Aldo Unti. I think he got them from the Tribes of the Foederati. As for the structure of the faith, it has been reestablished but not yet organized. Miebla has been pretty busy I hear, so once she has some time she'll no doubt set up the same basic structure as there was before. That said... the Old Gods has always been a fairly decentralized faith, personal in its expression and unique in its character. There remains one goal but each person finds their own path to reach it. Some sought to serve as administrators, like the Council of the previous temple. They focused on maintain the buildings that all the Patricians always wanted littered around the place. While Guardians just moved on circuits helping people with local problems and providing answers. Celebrants studied and distributed alchemy to those in need. All while the Vanquishers took to the direct approach and slew monsters. All of these positions and more were created by folks carving out their own niche, so who knows what might arise in the current age? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Old Gods The trend of unstated wealth, minimal decorations and rugged functionality continues inside Soren’s estate. Among the ornaments of the lord’s travels hung the frayed remains of his first regimental standards along with the flags of Nothoi, Obia'Syela, and more recently Ar Agyr. Indeed it seemed the man was well traveled, yet Nerta’s pensive gaze is drawn to a battered shield, bearing the faded remains of a familiar wolf paw. The symbol of Melhed. With a gesture at the shield, the hunched Nerta calls to her host, “You have quite the collection of the strange.” “Some inheritance. Some travel. I served two other realms that…” A slight pause as he tries several words on his tongue while casting a glance at the old standards he had on the wall. “They didn’t feel right,” he decided with a shake of his head. “I had to come back to the lands of my fathers before finally settling down,” he commented with a soft smile mocking the shadow that seemed to loom over him as he spoke of his ancestors. Soren gently took the shield down and presented it to Nerta, offering her a closer look. “It survived three battles with the Children before the owner fell in battle. Or so the story goes.” Accepting the old bulwark with a distracted furrow of her brow, Nerta seems to only half listen to Soren’s description. Eventually she turns the shield over and purses her lips, “So either a restless Romantic, a man out of time,” her gaze meets his at this, “Or perhaps a man keen to add to his collection?” Uncertainty passed over his face as she studied the variety of objects in his home. He never had a need to decorate. An old item here or there. A mirror when something had to go up. He kept up just enough that the servants stopped complaining about a Lord’s home being so bare. Nerta’s words pull him back to the moment, and he laughed. “Would I know if it was the first two?” Continuing to meet her intense gaze, Soren pensively tilted his head, just slightly to the left. “And what collection requires such a steady gaze, Miss Not-a-Lady Nerta?” Silence stretches as Nerta seems to try and dig into the man with that gaze, but after a few more heartbeats she shakes her head and turns away to drop the shield atop a table, “I’ve only met a few people in the lowlands who are as, calm, about foederati as you. None of them were what they seemed.” Soren’s eyes light with humour, “Then perhaps it’s a good thing I spent half of my life in the mountains of Ren Madragas” Though proud of his joke, the light fades to be replaced with something heavier. “I learned to kill Daimons and Children there, but I also learned that ‘different’ is not necessarily your enemy.” Arms crossed, Nerta pivots to Soren with a snort, “Learning to kill monsters hardly sounds like an education in tolerance. Especially not for those of us wrongly considered so close to monsters.” Her words caught him off guard. "A monster?" After seeing beneath her cloak he could draw the parallels. "I could never see someone with your spirit as a monster," he said with a genuine smile. Her expression wry Nerta lets out a chuckle, “Touching on a bit of the Old Gods as well? How charming.” “Beyond the old gods, I bet you have some interesting stories,” he pondered aloud, with a hint of inspiration in his voice. This time, when he looked at her, he started to observe her cloak, and what lay under it. He mentally sketched her figure, as if she were the hero of a song. A fine match. "You would make a beautiful heroine in any tale,” he added. Her tone cool, the woman turns and stalks into the study, “Yes, so the Gods have informed me.” From his vantage beyond the veil the Old Man winces. Heroics were always a sore spot with his stubborn charge. This Soren was curious though, the name wasn’t familiar but then again it had been a literal Age. If only he had the records. Drifting along with the pair as they pass into the study, the shade takes his time to inspect the room even if Nerta spares only a glance for it’s strategic viability. The man certainly had austire tastes, Melite tastes. The garden was a nice touch, added some warmth to the room, and of course the weapons were always handy. Indeed he had quite the collection with the bows, spears and swords. Yet of all the items it was the old map that drew Nerta’s gaze. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Roleplay from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in The Old Gods As she draws a hand along the frame she muses aloud, “I’ve never seen a map of Beluaterra. It is certainly, strange…” Soren stepped easily beside her and started pointing to a number of regions with sweeping motions. "All these areas lost to the blight. I can't imagine what other damage was done that we could not see." He swept a finger from Reeds around to Obia'Syela over to Seven Rivers where they stood now, a note to his own travels. “It’s… done a lot more damage than it shows, a lot more. But still this is more physical than I thought.” Her lips compressing in a thin line she casts a glance to Soren from the corner of her eye, “Oh wonderful, we need even more ‘heroics’.” "What are heroes, but a few stubborn souls willing to give crazy a try?" he asked with a laugh. “Foolish playthings of the Gods destined for an early grave. Don’t let your Romantic ideals see you killed.” Snapping out her retort she turns to the desk, “Now. Where is this scribe? I’ve a great many letters to send.” Soren chuckled. "I don't see any around, so I guess you are still stuck with me, Miss Nerta." He pulled his chair back and moved it for her to take a seat as he gathered one of the guest chairs for himself, wanting to show some respect for the priestess' position. He brings the chair around and takes a seat beside her. "I'll write your letters for you." At his offer Nerta shifts her weight with an awkward stiffness only matched by her tone, “Surely you’ve got better things to do than sit around copying missives….” "Surely you had better things to do than lug sacks of flour into a warehouse," he countered, reaching over to the ink bottle and taking out the stopper. A dry chuckle echoes from the window, “He’s got you there. Shall we cease the dance and get to business?” Soren would turn to find his view of the garden obscured by the old specter shimmering in the window. His heavily salted beard, straying hair and dusty attire speaks of genteel decay, yet his incindia lit eyes dance with mirth, “Though the lady has many fine thoughts, Nerta is not whom you will be transcribing. As for who I am,” the shade makes a show of bowing, “Aldo of House Unti, there are some titles but they’re not terribly important any more.” Soren paused and looked over at the vision of the spirit in the window. His surprise was almost palpable, but the young lord simply closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Stories of ghosts were one thing. He’d heard them many times. He knew many by heart. However, reality was something far more nerve wracking. From some reservoir of willpower came the deep breath that would ease his nerves, if only on the outside. Running the name around in his mind he sighed as he came upon Aldo Unti in the history he knew. He releases his nose and opens his eyes before turning his attention back to Nerta. “See? That is far more terrifying than you,” he said with a nervous laugh. Rolling her eyes, Nerta stalks off to study the map once more, “Only because you lack imagination.” Cautiously, he looked back at the specter, not letting his gaze linger long on the man’s eyes. “Consul Aldo Unti,” he said as he removed the Consul’s seal from his pocket once more before setting it on the desk, as if it might act as a ward. “The Old Man, I presume, and the man my great grandfather Soren Calanar served under before taking the same office.” Soren shakes his head and rubs his eyes once more to be sure he’s not seeing things. When he’s certain he isn’t, a sigh escapes his lungs. “Well, let’s get to writing letters then.” Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Gadwin's Tale
Roleplay from Gadwin Ardent Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Gadwin took a deep breath as the last of the walking dead fell. It was time. He had shown the Old Gods that he would not hide in fear. That even after the loss of a battle he would not cave but rather come back. But it was also time for him to heed their guidance and to learn to lean into his strengths. It was time for him to devote himself to the Old Gods. And so Gadwin entered the temple in Baqua, still dirty and scraped and bruised from the battle with damaged armor hanging loosely about him. Hours later Gadwin emerged. Armor gone, scrapes and bruises vanished and completely free of dirt or grime. Smiling, Gadwind mounted his horse and departed Baqua with his retinue as the men he once led watched. They had lost their commander but had gained something else... Gadwin Ardent (Viscount of Daisha)
High Shugenja of Daishi
Letter from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Message sent to Nerta Priestess Nerta, How do the Priests of the Old Gods regard the Daishi faith? Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Your majesty, That is a, complex question. As far as I can tell there is no hostility between the two faiths as they have similar goals: the destruction of the monsters and ascendency of humanity on Beluaterra. However the Old Gods is a fairly decentralized faith, personal in its expression and unique in its character. There remains one goal but each person finds their own path to reach it. In the extreme case this has actually resulted in the creation of numerous separate faiths over the decades. Actually at least one scholar has mused that Daishi may be one such splinter though no one has dug into the Daishi records enough to verify it. Anyway, all I can say is that I personally have no issue around the Daishi faith and from my conversations with others it seems most within Ar Agyr are in similar opinion, or are indifferent. I hope this answers your question but if you would like to know anything further I can direct you toward some of old records, or explain things myself. Yours, Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Message sent to Nerta Thank you for your candour Priestess Nerta. I mainly ask because the great Daishi temple in Firbalt is to be closed by the Hierophant of Irondale - who wishes his peasants to become followers of the Old Gods - and I wished to know if this were a matter of faith or a matter of political hubris. I gather from your explanation that is most likely the latter. Personally I follow the Daishi way but have no intention of making Ar Agyr a theocracy or restricting any other faith so long as it opposes the Daimons, nor do I want to see Ar Agyr drawn into any sectarian disputes. To encourage dialogue might I suggest you contact the Elders of Daishi via one of the temples across Ar Agyr? I believe High Shugenja Yao Ling would very much appreciate the chance to talk. Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling Greetings High Shugenja Yao Ling of Daishi, We spoke once long ago but now I write to you as Senex of the Old Gods. My hope is to open contact and dialogue between the faiths for the betterment of humanity. We can thank her majesty, Queen Aibhlidhn Dubhaine for this opportunity as she has made the contact possible. I can start by repeating much of what I told her majesty; as far as I can tell there is no hostility between the two faiths as they have similar goals: the destruction of the monsters and ascendency of humanity on Beluaterra. However the Old Gods is a fairly decentralized faith, personal in its expression and unique in its character. There remains one goal but each person finds their own path to reach it. Over the decades this has created numerous interpretations and variants, and in the extreme case has resulted in the creation of numerous separate faiths. In that light, I have heard that the Hierophant of Irondale has taken a personal stance of religious unity within his lands. This is not a stance shared by the wider faith but I understand if you, or the Daishi faithful, have questions. I will do all in my utmost to answer. Yours, Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Yao Ling Message sent to Nerta the Weaver It is good to hear from you. I was unaware of your faith until the Herophant messaged me about his intention to tear down the Daishi temple in his region. Due to his faith in the Old Gods. I asked for clarification, since I'm rather well aware that three quarters of his people follow Daishi, and he became most insulting towards me. I have been trying to get in contact with the leaders of the Old Gods faith ever since. I messaged the Old Gods priest in Irondale but have received no response from him. I was told about you by your queen and asked to be brought in contact with you. The short version is that I'm attempting to find a mutually acceptable solution for both our faiths to the situation he has initiated. Is that something you could help with, or is there another higher ranked than you I should speak with? Yao Ling (High Shugenja)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling My thanks for the timely response Yao Ling, I agree that the Hierophant is a man of surprises. To hear that he has not only designs upon your temple but also has taken a harsh tone is disappointing. I myself have only recently learned of these intentions, after you it seems. Needless to say the matter has sparked debate but the newer converts of Irondale are a passionate lot and like most youths, misguided. Alas I have limited tools at my disposal to force a king to kneel. But perhaps you can help me. You see I have been penning sermons calling for the Dalesmen to shun conflict within humanity and focus their effort on the inhumans. For we all must unite against the Sunken Kingdom. Yet for their passion, revolutionaries are not one for tradition. Thus I hope to learn more of your faith so I might show how the Daishi also stand as champions of humanity against the tide. Through such unity of purpose we can find common ground and build a strong foundation. I look forward to your reply, Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Yao Ling Message sent to Nerta the Weaver I would be happy to learn more about your faith as well. The short version of our faith is that follow gods who fight great enemies who want to destroy all the worlds and keep them from coming into our world. They are great, powerful, armored gods whose weapons can flatten mountains and sink cities. Daishi is one of the greatest of those gods, and so we name our faith after him. Some of the minor foot soldiers sneak through the great battle lines out there at times. We know them as the undead, the monsters, and sometimes the Daimons. It is our to fight these enemies wherever and whenever they appear. To keep them from getting a foothold in our world. To keep them from taking it over. Our temples are infused with anti-daimon magics, which is one of the reasons they tend to target and destroy them when they can. Or send their followers to attack and destroy them. There was a time, long ago, when the Daimons did manage to take over much of this world. They covered the land in Blight, and even united humanity could not drive them out. The gods did so in the end, but their weapons not only destroyed the Daimons, but also the very lands they held at the time. Hence the many sunken cities around our lands. We maintain the watch and stand ready to face them when they return. It is our single and most abiding mission, and the reason we do not involve ourselves in the minor conflict of nations. Yao Ling (High Shugenja)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling A fascinating mythology Yao Ling. So if I understand, your armoured gods employ terrible weapons to do battle with the eldritch beings of the shadowland. My curiosity does raise questions: What do they seek in their conflict? Is there some goal that they strive toward? It also sounds as though these gods have given your people a mandate to confront the dragon-spawn. This is complementary to our own efforts to vanquish the monsters, which is quite encouraging. On that point… The Followers strive to display the excellence of the human spirit in all they do. We call for unity among humanity in the face of the monsters, and encourage each Follower to find their own path to enlightenment. This personal character has created a wealth of myths, lore and practices which I invite you to consider at your leisure, but I could certainly explain one or two that catch your eye. The Old Gods themselves are tied intimately to the land of Beluaterra and each Follower tends to be drawn to the one that fits their personal situation. Those inclined to strength of arm will call to the Wolf Lord. While the quick of wit turn to the Mist Walker. The clandestine look to the Masked One. The thoughtful and the dreamers are touched by the Ice Queen. Though it must be said that the Dark Mistress is by far the most popular as she consistently offers solace and aid to humanity. If you would care to know more I would be happy to expand on any points but I must say it pleases me that, though our faiths do not share myths, we are united in purpose. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Yao Ling Message sent to Nerta the Weaver The short version is that the enemies of the gods would destroy creation as we know it if they win. Or perhaps recreate it in their own image. Not everything is cut and dry you understand. What the Daimons did to the land, bringing The Blight to our lands and making them poisonous to all life as we know it, is I assume a small measure of what the great enemies would do if they defeated the gods. And our mandate to fight the servants that make is soul deep for us. Even our deaths do not bring it to an end. Those of us who die gain the honor of fighting at the god's sides in the war eternal. There we will fight and die and arise again to fight once more in the eternal struggle to save creation from the great enemy. The gods are supremely foreign to our world, and rarely manifest here in anything but word or blessing. Everyone chooses the god they follow, and there are a great many to choose from. (OOC - Daishi is a healthy dose of Norse religion with names pulled from the BattleTech game) And as noted before, we inscribe runes of protection against the Daimons in all of our temples, which is why the Daimons have targeted them for destruction in previous Invasions. They are constantly maintained by lower priests that keep them working and ready for the time the Daimons return, and they remain bastions of strength against both them and the undead and monsters. I in fact used the temple in Keffa to reinforce all of the spells I burned during the recent portal event there. I'm very much afraid that things would have gone far worse for all of us had I not been there, and had the temple not been there. And that is one reason that I protect our temples very closely. So when any noble demands to have a temple closed, or threatens to tear one down, I do not take it lightly. That is why I am seeking to speak with the elders of your faith to see what we can do. I have contacted the priest in Irondale but received no response. You are all who has responded. Yao Ling (High Shugenja)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling It is always heartening to find others who are working toward the preservation of humanity and the news of these anti-daimon runes have caused some interest among both the Guardians of the Flame and the Agyrian Academy. In between battles with the Sunken Kingdom I have been reflecting on how to connect your people with the Dalesmen and these anti-daimon runes might be the way. The men of the Dales are passionate scholars with a keen interest in the arcane and I would propose a collaboration to study and transcribe these sigils. No doubt this vital bulwark you describe will provide a wealth of insight into anti-daimon techniques which we could then reinforce throughout Beluaterra. If you speak with your runesmiths I attempt to convince the Dalesmen to send some of their people along on such an exchange. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Yao Ling Message sent to Nerta the Weaver I would love to share our techniques with those of similar inclination against the Daimons. But I also would like to save the existing edifices where such are used. How can we go about securing both of our wishes? Yao Ling (High Shugenja)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling This is promising news. I shall contact the Dalesmen and see about getting them on expedition. Thus when your runesmiths and their scholars are conversing, the matter of the temples can arise naturally and in an environment of mutual cooperation. I can only hope that under such circumstances both parties can reach a satisfactory conclusion. Already some of the Agyrians have agreed to take part so when the Dalesmen volunteers are added to the list we can arrange the time for the visit. I must say High Shugenja, I am grateful for the opportunity to facilitate communication between your two realms, and learn about the Daishi. I can only hope that this will be the beginning of many wonderful things. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Request from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Old Gods I have spoken with the High Shugenja of Daishi about temple closures in Irondale. I have assured them that this is a matter of Irondale Law rather than piety and have offered to facilitate a dialogue between the two groups. In the spirit of cooperation they have extended an offer for Dalesmen scholars to learn more of the Daishi anti-daimon runes. Are there any volunteers from Irondale, and other lands, interested in some scholarly work? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Anyte Luitolf Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Senex, This is the first time I have heard of a "Grand Shugenja". Usually I just hear them called "Hey those metal worshipers". That aside I am not sure what any of the rest of us could do. It is Irondale that offends them, what could the rest of us say that could prevent that? Anyte Luitolf (Princeps Umbrarum)
Letter from Grante Le Monte Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods While I cannot speak for all of Irondale, we are quite busy right now with the necromancers' forces so I am not sure how many of our nobles will be able to travel south. For myself, I do not forsee any discussion that would change my mind in terms of the temple in Fianik. Once deemed appropriate, its doors will be shuttered. If they would like to try and change my mind, they can reach out to me personally. But as stated, this is Irondale law that allows for this. Grante Le Monte (Defence Minister of Irondale, Margrave of Fianik)
Letter from Quincy Stormreaver Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods I am in the vicinity of Nothoi at the moment doing some tax collecting from the rogue regions and could (possibly) find my way to their lands if the timetable worked out. That said, I've made my opinion on this matter quire clear already. I'm unsure what they want to discuss in regards to the temples, however, as each Lady/Lord can do what they wish within their own lands and I fully support the dismantling of the Dashi infrastructure anywhere close to my home. Learning about their runes is an excellent opportunity, but I won't trade it sparing their infrastructure as I still believe this is a load of rubbish; I've never heard of these runes until we started taking down their temples; I would wager it is a tactic to preserve themselves rather than a genuine thing. If, with that in mind, you'd still like a volunteer, I'd consider it. Iron Within and Sexy Velvet Without, Quincy Stormreaver (Viscount of Aesh)
Letter from Soren Navaar Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods My family home is in Reeds, and perhaps the names Felix Calanar and Ameria Coldwater still hold some weight in Nothoi (More than my week of service at least). If Agyr allows it, I would be happy to assist on this matter as a neutral party. Soren Navaar (Count of Seven Rivers)
Letter from Anyte Luitolf Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Senex Nerta, As a former accomplished Ambassador, I would be interested. Unfortunately, I don't know if Thalmarkin can afford to lose me right now. We have taken heavy damage from all the rogues marching around recently, which forced me to come out of combat retirement. Until we repair the damage that was done, I think I am stuck here assisting. However, you you ever need assistance with letters and correspondence I can easily help with that. Anyte Luitolf (Princeps Umbrarum)
Letter from Mielba Cordenata Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods Senex, I will go. Please keep me appraised of our realm in my absence. Feel free to delegate. May the Gods smile upon your works. That said, Senex, I vaguely recall discussion regarding converting the Daishi shrines into brothels. From both a practical and a spiritual standpoint, I favour the idea- should the shrines be dismantled. However, I fear that this may cause insult to the Daishi worshippers. Worse, I suspect that the noble who made the suggestion also sees brothels as “dirty”. ... You’re originally a Northerner yourself, correct? (If not, you certainly have a thorough understanding of its culture.) Was that your interpretation as well? Is sexuality yet repressed here? I find it difficult to discern this for myself, given the population here demonstrates a greater tendency for personal discretion in the matter. Please pass on my regards. Mielba Cordenata (Founder of the Old Gods)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Old Gods Followers, I hear and understand your concerns. My reading of the Daishi holy texts revealed no mention of runic magic thus it is possible that these runes are a ploy by the Daishi. And yes, it is certainly true that this matter relates to Irondale more than the faith at large. But that doesn't mean there aren't things we can learn from an exchange. If only in what not to do. Either way we are looking for diplomats and scholars, any besides Soren & Quincy interested? Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Everyone in Old Gods Mielba your question has as many answers as stars twinkling in the Emperor's eyes. But I shall see if I can pin something acceptable to the page. Few would question that the land of lust is Keffa, the aptly named 'Den of Whores'. The Keffans jokingly claim that the northerners are all harsh and severe and they're not wrong, but it's not the full story. Life in the north is hard. It takes a certain kind of person to try to live where the wind hurts your face. A person with fire in their blood to stave off the chill. A Passionate person. How that passion has been expressed has varied over the years. Melites from the Age of Blood were famous for fighting like maniacs and rebelling at the drop of an axe. Thalmarks would seek argument with their fellows, to stay sharp. Valentics channeled their passion into fervour and proselytizing. Froenenites in ostentatious avarice. And, given the celebrations going on right now, I think we all know how much Ar Agyr likes to party. The challenge for every realm has always been to balance that Passion with something. Melhed had the passionate Wolf & the wise Sun, and the other lands their own ideals. But... that balancing act is hard to maintain and folks tend to indulge in one side or the other. In fact, remind me to tell you about Foederati coming of age ceremonies some time. It's certainly something. Hopefully that answers a few of your questions. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling Anything is possible with hope. Quincy Stormreaver of Irondale and Soren Navaar of Ar Agyr have expressed interest in meeting your runesmith. Even the Hierophant Ryosuke has expressed tentative interest. Might I know the name of your runesmith? It would be most convenient if I could speak with them to organize the meeting. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling It may surprise you, but you are currently speaking with the chief designer of the runes and the temples. I have been a member of this faith since it was young, and I have led the faith through multiple invasions and every standing temple has been built under my direction and plans. Infused with anti-daemon magics that were revealed to me or that I designed through my own experience. I have trained some others in the theory that makes them work if your colleagues would prefer to speak to another... Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Aibhlidhn Dubhaine Your majesty, I just wish to report that I've done what I can to bridge the Dalesmen and the Daishi. There are limits to what a knight of Agyr can accomplish but... I am trying to organize a cultural exchange with the hope that cooperating on one matter will encourage cooperation on others. Only time will tell if it succeeds. Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)
Letter from Nerta the Weaver Message sent to Yao Ling Greetings High Shugenja Yao Ling, As the lull in the Dread Necromancer's advance continues the various volunteers will start assembling. I will attempt to coordinate the initial stages of their expedition but it will take a bit longer to coordinate with the loss of the previous Hierophant.  ​​​​​​​Stay strong, Nerta the Weaver (Foederati)