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Have there been no Augurs of gods aside from the Ice Queen? Those touched by other gods or goddesses? | Have there been no Augurs of gods aside from the Ice Queen? Those touched by other gods or goddesses? | ||
− | Where did our | + | Where did our knowledge of the Old Gods first come from? Was it the Elemental Scroll of Time? |
− | Who first brought | + | 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? | What happened to the man or woman who brought these truths to us all? | ||
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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. | 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. | ||
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=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. |
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− | + | “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?” | |
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− | + | 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.” | |
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− | + | 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.” | |
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− | + | 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.” | |
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− | I | + | 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. |
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− | + | Her expression wry Nerta lets out a chuckle, “Touching on a bit of the Old Gods as well? How charming.” | |
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− | + | “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. | |
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− | + | Her tone cool, the woman turns and stalks into the study, “Yes, so the Gods have informed me.” | |
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− | + | 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. | |
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=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. | |
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− | + | “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’.” | |
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− | + | “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.” | |
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− | I | + | 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. | |
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− | + | A dry chuckle echoes from the window, “He’s got you there. Shall we cease the dance and get to business?” | |
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− | + | 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.” | |
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− | + | 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. | |
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− | + | 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.” | |
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− | + | Cautiously, he looked back at the spectre, 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.” | |
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=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? |
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+ | 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… | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | 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 Ephemeral Emperor. 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. | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
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+ | |Content=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 I | + | 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. | |
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=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. | |
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+ | |Content=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? | |
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− | |Content= | + | |Content=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. | |
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+ | |Content=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? | ||
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− | + | 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? | |
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+ | |Content=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. | |
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− | + | But as stated, this is Irondale law that allows for this. | |
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+ | |Content=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, | |
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+ | |Sender=Soren Navaar | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=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. | ||
+ | |Title=Count of Seven Rivers | ||
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− | |Sender= | + | |Sender=Anyte Luitolf |
− | |Recipients=Everyone in Old Gods | + | |Recipients=Everyone in the Old Gods |
− | |Content= | + | |Content=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. | |
+ | |Title=Princeps Umbrarum | ||
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+ | |Sender=Mielba Cordenata | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in the Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=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. | |
+ | |Title=Founder of the Old Gods | ||
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+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Everyone in Old Gods | ||
+ | |Content=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? | |
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− | |Recipients= | + | |Recipients=Yao Ling |
− | |Content= | + | |Content=Anything is possible with hope. |
− | Soren | + | 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. | |
+ | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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+ | |Recipients=Yao Ling | ||
+ | |Content=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... | |
− | + | |Title=[[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |
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+ | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
+ | |Recipients=Aibhlidhn Dubhaine | ||
+ | |Content=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. | |
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