| Reforged
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| Letter from Ryosuke Guile |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Your Grace, Esteemed Bob,
Lady Mielba,
I write to you today to inquire as to the status of the Old Gods faith, and to see if there is any progress towards a formalisation of the Faith to be brought back to life. I've a noble within Irondale, one Tristan de la Fere, who is quite keen to take up a priestly role I believe. He is a follower of the Wolf Lord, and wishes to preach to the commonfolk of Irondale.
I, myself, wish to join the church as a worshipper of the Masked One. For me, it is knowledge above all else, that shall save mankind from the darkness that seeks to consumer it.
Vox Noctis, |
| Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Royal of Irondale, Duke of Prisma Noctis, Margrave of Firbalt, Dean, Firbault of Agyrian Academy) |
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| A New Prophet
Dame Mielba Cordenata has founded a new religion called "The Old Gods" and become its first prophet, devoting her life to religion from now on.
In a ceremony in Agyr, she and Duke Bob Baceolus formally announced the reopening of the first temple of The Old Gods.
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| Roleplay from Krystyna Carson |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Krystyna looks at a recently constructed temple, called The Old Gods, she tilts her head slightly and is greatly intrigued. She enters the temple to be greeted by new followers. She waves then proceeds to look around a bit. Though noticing some displays of artifacts weren't fully up yet.
"Hmmmm I wonder where the head priest is?"
She looks around, but can't seem to find him. |
| Krystyna Carson (Dame of Fronepu) |
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| Roleplay from Aeravon Velaryon |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Many throughout the North have been whispering about the old gods. I have seen shrines and altars of these mysterious gods and have taken shelter in their manifests. They are as old as the land, and even older perhaps, and this revelation from Agyr is very encouraging for me personally.
Priestess Mielba and Chancellor Bob, please tell us more about the religion that was founded in Agyr.
For the North, |
| Aeravon Velaryon (Judge of Ar Agyr, Count of Seven Rivers) |
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| Roleplay from Krystyna Carson |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| These "Old Gods" greatly intrigue me. Does anyone know of them? I decided to join the temple in Agyr but there does not seem to be any information. Do they inspire love and scientific discovery?
Signed with love, |
| Krystyna Carson (Dame of Fronepu) |
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| Roleplay from Mielba Cordenata |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| As Krystyna entered the temple a blond man with a straggly beard and sweat stained leather gives a little salute with his wineskin before taking a satisfied pull, "Nothingsh like shacred winesh. Mmmm you done goooood work heres proffesshor Kryshtyna. Your guysh got evershing all op-op-opened up now alls the old timers are shinging your praish."
A woman standing next to him glanced up with an expression of surprise and delight.
“Professor Krystyna? Oh, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you! I am Mielba Cordenata, provost of The Agyrian Academy. Thank you so much for everything you have done! Your team of energetic scholars were so helpful in reconstructing the temple!”
"Oh? So that is what those work orders were, to be fair I had no idea what they were for. Hahaha sorry about that. Though I have definitely gained an interest in this 'Old Gods' could you tell me more about it? Oh, my apologies haha it is lovely to meet you as well. I have been extremely busy with my paper work, formalities with me don't exactly ever work."
Looking at her with a bit of a cute head tilted look of dazed confusion.
In return, Mielba blinked, her neck jerking back slightly. Her eyebrows raised, she had frozen into an open-mouthed grin, a combination of happy and stunned by the effervescence of the scatter-brained philanthropist.
“Oh! Uh wow, it would be my pleasure!” Gesturing deeper into the temple, Mielba offered, “Come! We can sit and discuss. I’ll tell you as much or as little as you want.” |
| Mielba Cordenata (Dame of Agyr, Priestess of the Old Gods) |
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| Letter from Tristan De La Fere |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Fellow Nobles,
Few days ago I was approached in my sleep. Or was I awake. I do not know... The one to approach me was The Wolf Lord. It told me to travel towards Agyr, saying that a place of worship must be erected here. I had no idea what all of this meant, but now I am figuring the pieces out and I know he meant this temple.
The Wolf Lord wants me to preach his ways and gave me a head start so I can quickly organize myself with fellow believers. To respect its wishes I shall become a warrior priest to preach its beliefs. Of course I will build a temple in Irondale. More will follow.
The Wolf Lord also told me to prove myself. And if I manage to fight valiantly and die a warriors death, a weapon in my hand, then I will join The Wolf Lords hall to celebrate in eternity. Fight and drink without dying. It was also mentioned that if I would be unworthy then my soul will travel into the body of a monster. I can not control the monster as it is said that there is a monster in all of us... The monster will take control... But with the monster also comes my current mind... I will be trapped like today our monster side is said to be trapped. I see all that happens but can not control the body of the monster. It will be a torment to see that you kill your friends and are not able to stop it...
This is The Word of The Wolf Lord. I shall preach The Old Gods. |
| Tristan De La Fere (Earl of Baqua) |
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| Roleplay from Mielba Cordenata |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Earl De La Fere,
Your path is not an easy one. You have my sympathies and support. How shall I aid you?
May the Gods smile upon your works. |
| Mielba Cordenata (Dame of Agyr, Priestess of the Old Gods) |
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| Letter from Tristan De La Fere |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Dear Priestess,
A rank suitable for a Priest would be perfect.
Signed, |
| Tristan De La Fere (Earl of Baqua) |
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| Roleplay from Jetta |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| A chilling presence comes from an Inn that Jetta was in..... she never showed up to a class she was supposed to teach and so a student decided to check up on her to see commotion at an inn. Turns out to be completely sealed up by impenetrable ice. The Student asks around to see if anyone knows anything.
Student: "Hey sir, do by chance know what happened here?"
Inn Keeper: "Ya, a women in there for some reason iced up the whole place, it's kinda weird though, this ain't your typical ice. Every time we attempt to chip away at it turns black and becomes unbreakable."
Student: "That's astonishing!"
The student starts taking notes of all the steps on this ice.
Student: "I should head to the Academy and inform someone."
The student runs off to get another teacher hoping to resolve this issue. |
| Jetta (the Augur) |
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| Letter from Mielba Cordenata |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Aspirant Aeravon Velaryon,
Your contribution has been appreciated. Are you to be the religious head of the temple in Seven Rivers?
I shall visit within the fortnight. No need to make preparations. |
| Mielba Cordenata (Dame of Agyr, Priestess of the Old Gods) |
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| Letter from Aeravon Velaryon |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Priestess Mielba,
I am a man of the sword. Greatsword, to be precise, and I prefer cutting down inhumans, or humans that strayed from their purpose, more than being a religious leader.
However, I have long worshiped the gods of the North. They are now being revealed to us by you and I will gladly defend the temple in Seven Rivers with my life.
I would also like to encourage you to start working on the texts and scriptures in the temples. The boards are currently blank and whoever wants to join can't really find any information. The Old Gods have been laying dormant for eons ever since the days of Melhed. They deserve proper homage payed to their benevolence otherwise we risk falling from their grace.
As far as the Temple in Seven Rivers is concerned I would like to devote it to the Masked One whose traces I found in the dark pits of Vore a year ago.
For the North, |
| Aeravon Velaryon (Judge of Ar Agyr, Count of Seven Rivers) |
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| Letter from Bob Baceolus |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Note, I did a call to the global treasury so there is a bit of a backup so we don't inadvertently lose a newly created location to weekly maintenance costs before it is able to establish it's own local treasury during this time of expansion. |
| Bob Baceolus (Chancellor of Ar Agyr, Duke of Agyr, Margrave of Agyr, First Vanquisher of The Old Gods) |
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| Roleplay from Jetta |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Suddenly the next day all the ice was gone and the woman inside disappeared. Jetta somehow ended up in the middle of the forest outside of Agyr. Jetta wakes up.
"Huh, this doesn't feel like my bed at the inn. Where am I?"
She crosses her legs and listens to everything around her. Then she finally realizes that she is in a forest.
"Well then I guess it happened again..... this is the third time now....."
Jetta gets up then starts walking back to the city. |
| Jetta (the Augur) |
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| Letter from Mielba Cordenata |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Oh! Thank you, my Lord. Your foresight and attention to details are greatly appreciated.
May the Gods smile upon your works. |
| Mielba Cordenata (Dame of Agyr, Priestess of the Old Gods) |
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| Roleplay from Jetta |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Jetta suddenly comes into the temple and collapses, though a cold chill could be felt from her body after going unconscious. |
| Jetta (the Augur) |
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| Roleplay from Krystyna Carson |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Krystyna looks to the door and sees the woman almost dead like on the floor.
Krystyna: "Oh my goodness!!!! Guards help me!!! We need to get her to a bed."
Guard: "Ma'am we can't touch her, her body is like ice."
Krystyna: "Try to flip her over."
The guards attempt to flip her over with success.
Krystyna: "What could have happened to her? This looks strangely familiar. Her body almost looks like those bodies I found in Jedinchel."
Guard: "What could that mean?"
Krystyna: "I'm not sure, if and when she wake up I will try to run some tests on her. I need to find out why this is happening to her. Though I believe there was talk about a certain Goddess, but I must do more research."
Guard: "Should I contact Priestess Mielba?"
Krystyna: "No, not yet, this is not something we should bother her with. As a Priestess in training myself I need to learn as much as I can first before I ever get to wear the robes. I need to figure this out."
Guard: "Understood."
Krystyna and the guards manage to get Jetta on the bench, but suddenly Krystyna recognizes Jetta.
Krystyna: "My God..... IT'S MY SISTER!!!!!!" |
| Krystyna Carson |
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| Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| As promised, the carriage Ambassador's carriage peaked over the borders of Yipinalke and Vore at dawn. The Margrave had told her that the temple of the Old Gods, and her precious Dark Mistress, she had asked of him was finally finished and open for services. It was only fitting that she be the first to convert officially within the walls of this most sacred of places. She had followed her Mistress for years personally, so the thought of being able to step into the halls of an official temple fell her heart with joy that she had not felt for a long time as the carriage slowly approached the sleepy streets of the small city.
The matrons that lead out front of the carriage had already stopped to ask directions to the newly concentrated temple. Unfortunately, it took longer than expected to find someone who knew as it was the wee hours of the morning when they first arrived causing the streets to become much busier by the time they were ready to continue. The carriage navigated the newly bustling streets at what felt like molasses level speeds with Anyte sitting inside getting more and more anxious with every step and abrupt stop.
Finally, after what seemed like several torturous hours, the retinue appeared before the temple to the Old Gods. Anyte had drawn the curtains, both because she wished to see it for the first time once she emerged from the carriage and because she did not feel like dealing with the direct public so soon after surviving yet a third attempt on her life. One of the Bathory Maidens opened the door for their mistress, and Anyte put her cane to the ground and stepped out to view the temple for the first time, and couldn't believe her eyes.
"This is it?" she turned to Allova, one of her most trusted Matrons, "Did we get lost along the way? Surely there is a mistake."
"No mistress, this is the place that the locals said," Allova replied, just as perplexed as Anyte.
Anyte stood there, still trying to make sense of the situation, "It's a shack. This... this will not do. You there," she pointed over to one of the maidens, "Send word to the Margrave that we have arrived, and that I am thankful for him going out of his way to have this built, but I will be having people come to make it a proper temple. And no, I am not asking permission."
The Duchess of the Bathory, soon to be the first convert in the Vore Temple, and the newest addition to the faith overall, shambled her way toward the entrance to go through the initiation process. This would work for what she needed in the short term, but she would ensure that this building would be a grand and befitting tribute to the Dark Mistress, and her peers, one day. |
| Anyte Luitolf (Ambassador of Thalmarkin, Duchess of The Bathory) |
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| Roleplay from Elios Everlight |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Vore Temple
Margrave Elios sat firmly at his desk in Tempest Citadel, going through the many stacked missives with the determination of a butcher carving a fresh carcass. He had never enjoyed paperwork, and still did not, but rather got an obscure sense of satisfaction from dealing with the now-immense pile of correspondence. This was part of being Margrave of the border city.
He was important.
New to the heap were letters of a clerical bent: regarding the new temple and its followers. He perused these more slowly. Though he protested himself a military man and not concerned with religious matters, in younger days his unusual grandmother Fey had told bizarre stories of the Old Gods, and this had led to a lingering curiosity within the man. As a child he had not realized Old Gods was a proper title, and now to find there was truth to it... he would never admit it of course, but he was quite taken with this new old faith.
Not necessarily because of his gran nor the tenets of the faith itself. No: because he had a connection to its old incarnation, and that might bring him power. The beliefs he could get behind, too, luckily. Prove your worthiness by vanquishing monsters? What an excellent form of worship.
The next page reported that the ageless Bob Baceolus of Ar Agyr and his immense phalanx was approaching from the east with the intent to visit the newly consecrated temple. Elios nodded slowly. This favour was having all sorts of interesting benefits...
A rapping sounded at the door. "Yes, come in come in."
The messenger approached to the designated space and bowed deeply.
"Your Lordship, her Excellency Ambassador Anyte Luitolf is arrived in Vore and visits the new Temple. She sends her gratitude for its construction, along with notice that she will be having it expanded immediately. She wishes you to know that she is not asking permission to carry out this action. That is all, my Lord."
Elios straightened slowly, eyebrows lowered into an unreadable furrow.
"She is at the temple as we speak?"
"That is where I last saw her, my Lord."
"Dismissed." He turned to an attendant. "See to it my horse is readied. I have a guest to welcome." |
| Elios Everlight (Margrave of Vore) |
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| Roleplay from Mielba Cordenata |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Earl De La Fere,
Seems like my sermons worked. I had no idea how long we would have to wait, but by The Gods, it worked! The temple has been enlarged, though at a cost of 250 gold. Also, I hired a guard.
I hope we are not expanding faster than we can support. I hope I can rely on your aid.
I will likely depart after overseeing your initiation.
Let me know now if I can be of further help. |
| Mielba Cordenata (Dame of Agyr, Priestess of the Old Gods) |
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| Letter from Tristan De La Fere |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| Thank you Dear Priestess. I will make sure that the temple and the religion prospers. That I can promise.
If you want to help me with this task, then being an elder member would help me greatly.
With Respect, |
| Tristan De La Fere (Earl of Baqua, Priest of the Old Gods) |
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| Letter from Ryosuke Guile |
| Message sent to Everyone in Agyr |
| My fellow believers in the Old Gods,
I am overjoyed to have been able to join the faith as it has been reborn. Long has House Guile worshipped the original divines, and to see that we now have some formal recognition amongst the nobility again makes me pleased beyond words.
I shall return to Firbalt and erect another temple as soon as the next tax day comes in.
Vox Noctis, |
| Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Royal of Irondale, Duke of Prisma Noctis, Margrave of Firbalt, Dean, Firbault of Agyrian Academy) |
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| Roleplay from Grante Le Monte |
| Message sent to Everyone in Lux Nova |
| As his now meager unit settled down for the night, Grante sat down at his desk with a slight groan. He had suffered yet another wound while facing these horrible monstrosities and this one was taking longer to heal then the last few. There was a knock at his tent entrance, causing Grante to stiffen up and act as if he was fine. He never did like his men seeing him in a weak state. After a moment, his captain Warmund entered and upon realizing it was only his captain, Grante relaxed again, a groan of pain escaping him again.
"What brings you by at such a hour? Should you not be resting as well? I know you barely fared better than me." Grante turned back to his desk to look over the last letter he received from an adventurer, who was in Grehk but had gone silent now.
"I only got this scratch because you have to be at the front of every battle. If I wasn't so busy defendin ya, I'd be fine." Warmund walked over and laid down an old, dusty tome on the desk, its age clear from the wear and tear it had gone through. "But I am not here to bug you about that. I found this while checking on our watches for tonight. I'm not much for reading, but thought it might be of some entertainment to you. I know you nobles like to think of yourselves as 'learned'." Both of them chuckled as Grante put the letters aside and brought the book closer for inspection.
"Do you even know what it is about? You cannot even make out the title of it." He gently opened it to the first page and was surprised it was in a writing he could understand. And there was the title, "Rituals of the Crystal Maiden". He chuckled, having never really dedicated himself to any religious reading. "So it seems to be some religious text here Warmund. Would you want to sit down for a bedtime story?" Warmund just shook his head as he left, wanting nothing to do with this craziness.
Being left alone, Grante started to dig into the book, finding himself quickly emerged in it. And he quickly learned who this Crystal Maiden was and that she was to blame for Nova's current situation. The necromancers, undead hordes, all of it! And at the end, it mentioned other beings, collectively known as The Old Gods. There had to be other books depicting these gods. Especially about this Dark Mistress, who showed the first men to Beluaterra who the Old Gods were. And the Wolf Lord, as it seemed he would understand Grante's drive to free humankind of the shackles that are the creatures that roam the land. |
| Grante Le Monte (Decurion of Nova, Duke of Lux Centralis, Count of Elloranaal, Marshal of the Liberators) |
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| Roleplay from Grante Le Monte |
| Message sent to Everyone in Lux Nova |
| Having found some time to rest between the constant traveling the army had undertaken to repel the necormancers' forces, Grante sat down at his makeshift desk. Upon it sat a collection of dusty, neglected books from the libraries in Jidington. He had ordered one of his scribes to get as many books as he could on the Old Gods. There were not many kept throughout the city, and some were impossible to read due to either age or written in an odd language. But this stack would do. For now.
Grante jolted upright from the book he was currently buried in. His captain had come in unannounced as usual, and caught him by surprise.
"Warmund, what brings you at this hour? You know that I've sent this time aside to study these old texts. They could hold a secret that we can use to finally start winning this war!" Grante turned back to the book, knowing there was not much reason for the captain to be here for now. The camp was set, watches set, supplies in order. He had personally seen to it all. And having only 11 men also made it much easier.
"Well, sir, a peasant had decided to approach the camp. He said he had heard rumors you were seeking information on the Old Gods and claims to be a practicing follower. I had the men take him to one of the many spare tents we have to wait your response." Grante pulled himself out of the book again as his captain tried to catch a few glimpses of it. He had grown curious as to what could hold Grante's attention so much. Noticing this, Grante grinned and pointed to a separate, small stack in a corner.
"Those I have already read, if you are interested in learning more yourself. It is very interesting. Seems that the monsters were created by these Old Gods to rule these lands. And the undead are the workings of the Crystal Maiden. This religion claims that the true way to control this land is to prove ourselves worthier than these beasts. Which we are. While I still want to read more, this might be the path we, and Nova, must set ourselves on to be able to live here in peace." Grante marked his spot in the book and closed it gently before putting it back on the stack.
"I will meet with this commoner tomorrow night. It is already late and I am sure both of us need some rest. But perhaps he can tell us if there are any actual temples or priests for this religion. While these books are useful, I am sure there is even more to learn than they can provide." Grante made his way to the rickety bed that was setup as Warmund bowed and exited the tent.
"Perhaps there is hope yet for Nova. An unexpected path for sure, but possibly the strongest!" Grante muttered as he laid his head to rest. While this was going to help long-term, he knew that there was a lot of fighting to be had in the days to come. |
| Grante Le Monte (Decurion of Nova, Duke of Lux Centralis, Count of Elloranaal, Marshal of the Liberators) |
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| Roleplay from Grante Le Monte |
| Message sent to Everyone in Lux Nova |
| Sitting down in a plush armchair, Grante let out a sigh of comfort. There had been so much rushing around from battle to battle with the necromancers' forces, this was the first chance he has had to just relax comfortably for once. While this room was nothing compared to his estates in Ellornaal or his duchal seat in Jidington, the upscale tavern room still fit the bill for what was needed. He had taken note of the bath in the other room that he intended to relax in later. But first, there was some business to attend to. He could not exactly keep feeding this commoner forever, at least not without something being given back.
Grante went about putting the books he had accumulated on the large desk as the door opened, his captain Warmund walking in briskly with a shocked looking peasant behind him. Seeing said commoner looked rather meagre, Grante motioned with a hand for Warmund to leave, as there was likely no threat here.
"If you do not mind, I'd like to stay Sir. I have started to grow interested myself. This faith, it seems to truly understand us men of war." Before Grante finished noding, Warmund had made himself comfortable in a chair off in the corner. Being that there were only two now, Grante sat himself back down in the armchair near the desk.
"So, you claim to know a bit about the Old Gods. Well, what is it that a peasant can tell me that I have not already learned from these books?" Grante waved his hand at the desk as the peasant snapped out of his shock at the mention of the Old Gods.
"W..e..lll sir, it seems the..se are rather old books. H..hav..e you found anything on temples or those who actually follow th..e..m?" The peasant began looking over the books, though careful not to touch them until Grante nodded in approval.
"Go ahead, but be gentle. They are old and I plan to have them transcribed when back in Jidington. You do not want my kindness to you to vanish in an instant." Grante then rubbed his chin in thought. "But you are right. I have only learned what I could in these books. And none of them mention anything such as a holy site even. Quite frustrating when trying to learn more."
"Ah, we...l..l I mmight be able to help there. Be..s.ides books, ma..ny faithful pass down sto..ries. One such stor..y is the Eternal Flame, granted by the Dark Mistress to the fir..st fai..thful. Whi...le the Old Gods have l..ost sway with the nobles of the land, we comm...on..ers know the true ru..lers of the land. If you wish to kn..ow more, go to Agyr. There, yo..u will find all t.hhat you seek and more!" With that, the commoner suddenly had a confused look on his face, as if he did not recognize where he was. Glancing around, he quickly figured out he was in a noble's chambers, with that noble staring right at him. "Oh please sir! Do not hurt me! I did not mean to trespass here! I do not even know how I arrived here. I will do anything if you spare me. My family will starve without me." Grante sat in confusion for a brief moment, before he figured out what was happening here.
"Do not worry, you seem to only be suffering amnesia. You were actually called here by myself to tell me...um...about....potatoes." Figuring it would be too confusing to explain everything, he went with what he figured all peasants cared about. And it apparently worked in this case.
"Oh, I know much about potatoes sir." He takes a deep breath to go into a long lecture on the best way to scrape mold off your last batch, but Warmund had already grabbed the peasant and showing him the way out, knowing his lord would have him thrown out the window if that lecture occurred. With the peasant now gone, Grante made his way over to the window and stared out of it, contemplating his next steps.
"So what now Sir?" Warmund asked as he entered the room again, closing the door. He did not make much sense of what had just occurred, and figured it was the cause of fever dreams or the like.
"It seems we will have to take a journey to Agyr soon. And based by your look, I do not think you know what just happened. I believe we were just visited by one of the Old Gods themselves. Which one, I do not know. But it is clear that they want me to head north. Ironic, no? I spent much time yelling at that Heidr over going to Keffa, and now I might find myself making the same journey." Grante turned back to the desk and picked up where he had left off in one of the books. "But for now, we continue to Bym then back to Jidington. We must leave at the right moment to ensure Nova does not suffer in my absence." |
| Grante Le Monte (Decurion of Nova, Duke of Lux Centralis, Count of Elloranaal, Marshal of the Liberators) |
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| Letter from Grante Le Monte |
| Message sent to Everyone in Lux Nova |
| Nobles,
It seems that Sir Guntram's journey north has already run into trouble. Could I get scout reports of Thromegor to see how large the enemy force is there?
And while some might feel their gods have forsaken them, I believe something different is going on. I have begun reading old texts that mention these beings called the Old Gods, the gods of this land who actually created the monsters and ultimately control the undead. From my readings, I believe that these Old Gods are pitting us against their creations. They value strength, ambition, and power dedicated to them. They do not care for prayers, but the actions that you take. If we were to prove ourselves in the eyes of the Old Gods, we might see ourselves given the boons needed to properly defend our lands and prosper here in Nova.
Any who might be interested in knowing more, feel free to send a message to me. I have started quite a collection of these books now.
For Nova and the Old Gods, |
| Grante Le Monte (Decurion of Nova, Duke of Lux Centralis, Count of Elloranaal, Marshal of the Liberators) |
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| Letter from Soren Navaar |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Greetings Agyrian Academy,
I have come to Agyr to look into some information. Would any of you happen to know of any books, scrolls, etc... that deal with the Mist Walker?
Best regards, |
| Soren Navaar (Knight of Seven Rivers) |
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| Letter from Ryosuke Guile |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Aspirant and Knight, Soren of House Navaar,
Firstly, your name is exceedingly familiar to me. I feel as though one of my ancestors may have dwelt in the north and interacted with someone of your name in the past. I am glad to see House Navaar alive myself, and look forward to seeing what benefits you bring all of mankind.
As for information regarding the Mist Walker, I am actually working on translating a passage from an old tome that seems to relate to him. I shall send you a copy when I am finished, if you would like?
Vox Noctis, |
| Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Royal of Irondale, Duke of Prisma Noctis, Margrave of Firbalt, Dean, Firbault of Agyrian Academy,) |
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| Letter from Soren Navaar |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Dean and Hierophant Ryosuke,
I would greatly appreciate that. I'm doing a bit of research after the events in Keffa, and why not start with the one who can twist fate Himself.
It is very possible that an ancestor may have interacted with one of yours. My great grandfather was also called Soren, but he served under House Calanar. I was merely given the name with the hopes that I could aspire to his accomplishments, though I've found little record among my own family's estates.
Best regards, |
| Soren Navaar (Knight of Seven Rivers) |
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| Letter from Quincy Stormreaver |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Faithful,
I am both pleased and astonished to find a temple of The Old Gods here in Firbalt, or anywhere really. My father, Zul'Jin II of House Stormreaver, is a staunch follower and I would be remiss if I did not follow in his esteemed footsteps. I bring with me a large offering for The Gods, I trust the elders will know what to do with it.
Iron Within and Sexy Velvet Without, |
| Quincy Stormreaver (Steward of Gethsemene) |
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| Letter from Orianna |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Wise Academics,
With some luck and then some hard work, I have found (and then improved and repaired) a unique item I hope one of you (or a friend!) will be interested in.
It is the Battered Codpiece of Lemontree (armour). It is presently at 87 % condition and offers its owner a wonderful + 6 to their presite and +4% Oratory; perhaps one of the priestly types would be interested? Please let me know as I shall offer it here where I think it will do the most good before I offer it elsewhere. |
| Orianna (Adventurer) |
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| Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
After searching the area for 2 hours, following trails and noises, you finally encounter an organized horde of militant, heavily armed undead.
They are led by an undead champion, an evil creature with more power and intelligence than the usual lot.
The battle rages, you against the undead. Your blows land true, shattering them to dust left and right.
The champion makes you sweat; he is quite the opponent. But in the end, he is just a pile of bones, too.
Between two of the Seven Rivers, a small shrine is erected, with the skulls of monsters placed on spikes in a circle around the remnants of a great undead champion. Coppers covered the eyes of each monster, and silvers fitted into the sockets of the champion.
The locals, if asked, say it is a shrine to the Old Gods. The coppers were to speed the Children to their Father, and the silvers were to taunt any necromancer who saw them with the metal of purity in one of their abominations, and none of the villagers would dare to remove the coins. Not yet, anyway.
But a few, if plied with drink, will whisper that a fell-handed adventurer reaped the champion and slew all the monsters on the spikes. And that she had said only one thing about it.
It was a challenge, to the Wolf Lord himself. |
| Jacinda the Driven (Adventurer) |
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| Report from Jacinda the Driven |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
Magic in the Air
The ravens fly and the sky is changed. Someone has cast a magic spell in the vicinity.
Magic in the Air
The ravens fly and the sky is changed. Someone has cast a magic spell in the vicinity.
Monsters!
Monsters have been seen in the region of Fronepu.
The local population is requesting help and fears that the monsters will eat their food and destroy their houses.
Seems unlikely this is coincidence. |
| Jacinda the Driven (Adventurer) |
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| Letter from Sylvia |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| I don't know what to make of this. I have defeated much larger, stronger groups, but I have tried six times over the last two days to defeat this particular group and it simply will not fall.
Very annoying. Stupid things - die and stay dead, will ya?! |
| Sylvia (Adventurer) |
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| Roleplay from Ryosuke Guile |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| ~ The Old Gods Temple, Firbalt ~
Having spent the majority of the morning reviewing the cascade of letters marked as crucial to the realm, Ryosuke finishes his letters to the ruler and general of Nova and then lets out a quiet sigh. Sitting in his study within the House of Falling Leaves, the young Hierophant seems at ease. A gentle tapping from outside brings his attention back down to earth from its meandering, and the voice of Captain Erich of the Dawnguard carries through the shoji-walls easily; "Your Grace, Priest Tristan has completed the sanctification and enlargement of the Temple, as requested."
"Perfect. Thank you, Erich. Cancel the rest of my appointments for the afternoon, I shall make my way to the Temple straightaway." Ryosuke responds in his gentle and lilting voice as he rises and dons his usual full-face silver mask and sable robe before briskly setting off towards the part of the city that has been repurposed for the Old Gods and their faiths.
Upon reaching the newly designated temple lands, Ryosuke is stunned by the view in front of him:
What was once a run-down slum under the Paxwax-Monarchy had been revitalised, after the citizens of the slums were relocated and given new homes and jobs under the Republic. The entire area is walled off and countless trees can be seen poking their leafy heads above the perimeter. The main gate of the temple grounds is open and of a style unlike anything else on the Island. Heavy stone foundations lead up to vermillion coloured wooden columns, capped in black and supporting an elegant and sweeping roof. Engraved at the top of the Paifang are characters that are only familiar to the most studious of nobles, but a small sign on the right hand side of the heavy stone entrance translates the characters in common "Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished". With a soft chuckle, Ryosuke moves across the threshold and immediately feels the transition from mundane to sacred, exactly as intended.
The pathway leading further into the temple grounds is neatly paved, and the lands within are carefully manicured and maintained by the growing number of lower-level clergymen residing within the cloisters located nearby. Flowering plants and fruit-bearing trees are lined up with mathematical precision to give one the impression of being surrounded by a most-deliberate feeling sense of natural splendor. The juxtaposition of man's force and nature's will working together to create a harmonic balance that is hard to duplicate. Several small individual shrines are scattered about the ever-growing temple lands, each dedicated to one of the aspects of the Divine, and in a style reflecting their own portfolios and particularities. In the center of the grounds lies the main structure of the large temple, seemingly grown out of the very bones of the earth itself. A sense of sacred mystery, and of things hidden, fills every onlooker as they approach the windowless building. With a sweeping roof to match that of the Paifang at the entrance, the entire structure gives off a rather overwhelming feeling. Heavy black stone with golden veins running through it, seemingly without any seams, makes up the entirety of the construct. The double doors are covered in myriad symbols from time immemorial, and across all the islands of the world. Bowing his head as he passes the threshold, Ryosuke is suddenly floored by the large statue that takes up the center of the hall.
The Masked One stands eight meters tall, with his golden eyes seeming to stare straight into the soul of everyone passing through the entry. Around the base of the statue lie many offerings to the Scintillating Mystery; books, quills, scrolls, items arcane, and innumerable bouquets of herbs. The entire room is lit by recessed torches behind thin gilded screens, allowing a diffused light unlike anything seen before to illuminate the worship-hall of the Hidden Thunder himself.
"My word... I will have to thank Priest Tristan in person for this..." Ryosuke says as he moves deeper into the building, exploring every nook and cranny over the course of the rest of the day. |
| Ryosuke Guile (Hierophant, Defence Minister of Irondale, Royal of Irondale, Duke of Prisma Noctis, Margrave of Firbalt, Dean, Firbault of Agyrian Academy,) |
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| Letter from Aibhlidhn Dubhaine |
| Message sent to Message sent to: Aelanta Peregrine, Aeravon Velaryon, Beomia Barras, Bob Baceolus, Deve, Finlay Keswick, Greyson Stewart, Jacinda, Marzo Zond, Maximia, Mielba Cordenata, Moira, Nerta, Outo Olavi Cosula, Rowan Hawk, Shaw, Soren Navaar, Stewart, Sylvia, Vankocuf Felsenbach, Wren |
Report from Dancer Rea
Message sent to the rulers of Beluaterra
An incident has come to my attention, that should be shared with the rulers as a whole. Recently, a Steward of Ar Agyr came to Thalmarkin, in an attempt to make a long distance trade. However, this steward did not announce themselves, simply slinking into Thalmarkin lands. As many of you know, Thalmarkin has suffered from a rash of infiltrator attacks over the last several months, as well as several bad actors over the last few years. Due to the increasing amount of activity, I am closing Thalmarkin's borders to all unannounced foreign nobles. While we will welcome guests, I expect all visits to be announced before your nobles step on Thalmarkin soil. I am allowing this Steward to pass, however, from now on, any foreign noble in Thalmarkin lands who did not announce themselves prior to entering will be treated as an enemy of the state, and aggressively removed.
Share this letter with your nobility, so that there are no "mistakes" in the future.
~King Dan of Thalmarkin
It would be wise to steer clear of Thalmarkin until King Dancer becomes less panicky.
This is also a timely reminder that the courageous need only face death once where others must face him many many times. |
| Aibhlidhn Dubhaine (Queen of Ar Agyr, Royal of Ar Agyr, Duchess of Havilmark, Countess of Tepmona) |
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| Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| The monsters had taken Tepmona. The army was elsewhere, dealing with even larger hordes, and there was nothing else that could stop that many.
But first, one of the alphas fell. A leader, with a whole horde at her back, was found dead as nearby villagers made their way home through a ravine. All of them with their heads on stakes, coppers covering each eye.
And then, after the last banner was lowered from villages that would not honour a realm that could not defend them from the things that stalked the night, an entire greater troupe, composed of monstrosities that could have led their own individual hordes, went missing. Watchful and wary, a small band from the hamlet the troupe had been harrying explored, and found a shrine with thirteen heads, all with coins over their eyes, staked in a circle, with an old, blood-covered knife point-first in the middle.
Word had spread from the land of the Seven Rivers, and they recognized the handiwork, and realized who they had been hosting in the old preacher's hut for the last few nights. There was plenty of gossip about whomever was building these shrines. They knew what the coins were for, paying the Ferryman, and they knew she was challenging the Wolf Lord, mad as that sounded.
And so rumours spread further about the Ferryman's Tiger, sending the Wolf Lord's Children to their deaths, but guiding them well after their death.
What would come of all that, they did not know. But at least there were fewer monsters to trouble them.
(OOC I lost one of the messages, but Jacinda successfully killed an alpha monster on a hunt, and then used Books of Monster Hunting, and got this message.)
All three books combined, and with enough time, the text starts to make sense. You read it, and it engulfs you. Techniques you never dreamt about enter your mind, and in your mind you follow them. Then you notice that you have started following them with your body as well. In your dream-like state, you ambush a group of 13 monsters. To your big surprise, you start cutting them down, one by one. This one with a poison needle from the trees, that one into a spiked pit, those two with a trap, and so on. Before you know it, the entire group has been wiped out. |
| Jacinda the Driven (Adventurer) |
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| Letter from Soren Navaar |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| Greetings Fellow Academics,
I'd like to announce the opening of a new branch of the academy in Seven Rivers.
There will be several pieces left to deal with in the coming days for straightening out the necessities of some of the buildings, and any requests. I'm also happy to announce that we will have a bardic wing, and I am happy to collect stories, songs, and anything of the bardic tradition here.
Best Regards, |
| Soren Navaar (Knight of Seven Rivers) |
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| Roleplay from Elios Everlight |
| Message sent to Everyone in the Agyrian Academy |
| A Gift for Anyte - After Dancer's Coronation (several months past)
A black iron box with a long handle was guarded by three soldiers who stood nonchalantly at ease. Either they had been instructed in mannerism to escape notice, or more likely, had no idea the significance of the contents within.
Elios dismissed the guards with a simple gesture: his hand flicked to one side. The young Lord then stood solemnly, watching them recede sidelong and tidying his beard until he judged them far enough from earshot. Elios turned back to the waiting mistress and her matrons (what odd terminology), and leaned forward in a way that implied a favour was being given.
“Honoured Duchess, I have discovered and brought for you here a gift of unparalleled rarity. This relates to our Old Gods, and also in a peculiar way to my family’s history. If you will permit I shall relate a small part of it now… It seems my Great Uncle, Sir Dyan Twix, was once a famed Vanquisher of the faith in the North, in the lands of Melhed when that realm yet existed. He was favoured of the Dark Mistress for many years, according to his journal. She bestowed upon him knowledge which I will share with you this day.”
He straightened and paused for effect, looking to each of the listeners’ eyes in turn. The matrons’ expressions were a mix of interested and critical. Anyte’s expression he could not fully gauge; by her posture she was eager, yes, but also measured, and part of her attention yet elsewhere. Elios was certain he would have her full focus in moments.
“Remain where you are, please, Honoured Ladies,” he directed, then turned to step closer to the heavy box.
Under his strong hands the long handle was turned and part gave way with a keening of metal on metal. The hinged lid he lifted and rested carefully against the stone wall. From within the dark iron box the Lord lifted a shuttered lantern of black iron, larger than most but not unwieldy. It appeared unlit, for no light escaped the joints of the metal.
“This,” he said with resonant emphasis, “is made of a material known as Black Iron. It is an unusual metal, and I know not much for detail of its properties, save one. It is the only material known capable of containing and transporting…” he met Anyte’s eyes over the lantern and slid one of its shutters open to reveal dark flame within. Purple-black light reflected in hazel. “Well. You know what.” |
| Elios Everlight (Duke of Valour, Margrave of Vore) |
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