Kriegsman
Gamemaster Team
[!] A figure clad in religious robes of the Temple of Alder would pin a pamphlet on the notice boards of all Imperial settlements within the Hadrian Empire. Hear-ye sayers would also spread the news around the countryside and border regions. Over time, the entire continent would know of this news. [!]
32nd of Saintsday, Starfall, 1559
{ Imperial proclomation of Vater Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard I }
I have been called. And I answered.
Weeks ago, my mind was adrift due to a terrible illness that had struck me. In my weakened state, I heard a voice—the voice of our great Oracle, Alder Himmelschwert. Commanded by it, I took a pilgrimage to the Lunar Spire, situated northeast of the Glade of Dragons.
Here, beneath the pale glow of the heavens, the air grew still, and the world around me seemed to hold its breath. Then, from the shimmering veil of the unseen, a presence revealed itself—a spirit of the Aether Realm, sent by the Sentinels themselves. Its form was wreathed in silver mist, its voice neither man nor beast, but something beyond comprehension. It spoke not in words, but in understanding, a command placed directly into my soul. And, to my surprise, a kindred and playful being.
The Sentinels had deemed me worthy, not just to lead in faith, but to wield the power they now entrusted to me. The spirit extended its will, and the very air around us stirred to life. The winds obeyed, the skies trembled, and in that moment, I knew—I had been blessed with the arcane might of the Aether!
This was no mere boon; it was a divine calling. The Arcane, long misunderstood and cast aside by those who feared its might, has found its rightful place within the faith. The Sentinels have shown me that magic is not to be feared, but to be wielded against their enemies as an extension of His will, a force to be harnessed in the defense of our realm and people.
As Vater of the Temple of Alder, I will uphold this truth. I will guide the faithful in understanding the Arcane. Let me, amongst many more in our realm, be a figurehead of magics within the Hadrian Empire. An example on how magic should be used. Not as a weapon to cause chaos and destruction, the spilling of innocent blood like we have endured in our past, but as a weapon to smite down our enemies and protect those who cannot. The Temple shall take up their divine duty to safekeep the Arcane from the influence of evil, and I shall make it my holiest of missions to teach those amongst the clergy and beyond the gift that Alder and the Sentinels have bestowed upon me.
As first act, I shall seek contact with the southern realm of Anjyarr, to meet with their representatives and seek to unite our magical expertises in order to share and commune as friends and allies.
Let this day mark the turning of the winds. Let the bells of our Temples toll, for we step forward not as those divided by ignorance, but as one—faithful and empowered by the blessings of the Order of Enlightenment. As it always has been pre-determined!
I have been blessed, I heard His call, I answered. So let it be known that I now wield the power of Aeromancy! May the Sentinels guide me, may their ever illuminating light protect me like it has many others before me.
All will unfold as the Beneficent Oracle wills.
32nd of Saintsday, Starfall, 1559
{ Imperial proclomation of Vater Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard I }
I have been called. And I answered.
Weeks ago, my mind was adrift due to a terrible illness that had struck me. In my weakened state, I heard a voice—the voice of our great Oracle, Alder Himmelschwert. Commanded by it, I took a pilgrimage to the Lunar Spire, situated northeast of the Glade of Dragons.
Here, beneath the pale glow of the heavens, the air grew still, and the world around me seemed to hold its breath. Then, from the shimmering veil of the unseen, a presence revealed itself—a spirit of the Aether Realm, sent by the Sentinels themselves. Its form was wreathed in silver mist, its voice neither man nor beast, but something beyond comprehension. It spoke not in words, but in understanding, a command placed directly into my soul. And, to my surprise, a kindred and playful being.
The Sentinels had deemed me worthy, not just to lead in faith, but to wield the power they now entrusted to me. The spirit extended its will, and the very air around us stirred to life. The winds obeyed, the skies trembled, and in that moment, I knew—I had been blessed with the arcane might of the Aether!
This was no mere boon; it was a divine calling. The Arcane, long misunderstood and cast aside by those who feared its might, has found its rightful place within the faith. The Sentinels have shown me that magic is not to be feared, but to be wielded against their enemies as an extension of His will, a force to be harnessed in the defense of our realm and people.
As Vater of the Temple of Alder, I will uphold this truth. I will guide the faithful in understanding the Arcane. Let me, amongst many more in our realm, be a figurehead of magics within the Hadrian Empire. An example on how magic should be used. Not as a weapon to cause chaos and destruction, the spilling of innocent blood like we have endured in our past, but as a weapon to smite down our enemies and protect those who cannot. The Temple shall take up their divine duty to safekeep the Arcane from the influence of evil, and I shall make it my holiest of missions to teach those amongst the clergy and beyond the gift that Alder and the Sentinels have bestowed upon me.
As first act, I shall seek contact with the southern realm of Anjyarr, to meet with their representatives and seek to unite our magical expertises in order to share and commune as friends and allies.
Let this day mark the turning of the winds. Let the bells of our Temples toll, for we step forward not as those divided by ignorance, but as one—faithful and empowered by the blessings of the Order of Enlightenment. As it always has been pre-determined!
I have been blessed, I heard His call, I answered. So let it be known that I now wield the power of Aeromancy! May the Sentinels guide me, may their ever illuminating light protect me like it has many others before me.
All will unfold as the Beneficent Oracle wills.
Signed,
✠ Vater Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard,
The Redeemed,
Head of the Temple of Alder
✠ Vater Gottfried Fredric Von Wolfhard,
The Redeemed,
Head of the Temple of Alder